Open Log

[timesbureaucrat]

Who: Narvin and OPEN
What: Narvin at work and off work (Also, Gallifreyan food is mostly terrible.)
When: Month 11, Day 14
Where: Museum Laboratory and Xyma's House Restaurant
Notes & Warnings:



The lab was different with Dr. Bishop gone. (Quieter and tidier for one thing.) But he'd been hoping to exchange notes with his colleague on the spawner technology. Now that was impossible. So he was on his own with the spawner. He'd borrowed one of the original spawners from the museum collections--an ancient relic excavated from the ruined city, not one of the new commercial spawners created by reverse engineering the old alien tech--and was carefully hooking up a Gallifreyan interface screen to a few of the spawner's diodes.

So far, people have just mimicked the technology. But Narvin wanted to know how it works, and know it well enough to start making significant alterations of his own to the tech.





Xyma’s House didn't have the homey restaurant atmosphere of F'nayalip and Joe's All Day Eats, but Narvin didn't care about homey. What Xmya's House had that brought Narvin there was an extensive menu off off-world cuisine, including Gallifreyan nutritional disks: tasteless round bites with the texture of styrofoam coated in plastic. The colourful shells made them appear almost interesting, but it was all a lie. The colours were coding to indicate what assortment of minerals and nutrients were in which disk.

It was a little taste of home, and Narvin came at least once a week. The server didn't bother to give him a menu any more, just placed the order as soon as Narvin sat down. They didn't take any preparation, so a plate of colourful disks reminiscent of oversized skittles was placed in front of him. He delicately stabbed a green one with a fork and contemplated it before sticking it in his mouth.

Comments

Option B / Plottiness

[kaiju_cinderella]

As Narvin sat there, a large figure in an overcoat strolled up. The man wearing it was only marginally less garrish dressed than usual, concealing it beneath the long garment and a classy fedora. The identifiable round glasses were identifyable under the brim.

None of security knew who to look for, but that didn't mean he wasn't cautious. He rarely appeared in public, as it were, but this seemed important enough to address another import directly.

He settled in the chair opposite of Narvin without invitation but looking for all the world like he was supposed to be there, barely regarding the odd pebbles he was picking at. Instead he just picked up a menu and regarded it. "I see you found a little taste of home."

[givessweetness]

Wynter on the other hand was after the food because he was having an upset stomach with the overload of senses that came with eating other worldly food for the first time. He tried to remind himself that he was doing pretty good considering it took him this long for him to need the respite, but he couldn't shake the vague sense of failure.

Narvin's presence... didn't help that. Partially because he was there at his greatest failure - getting himself killed, but mostly because he hadn't the first clue about what to do about him. Be friends? Colleagues? Were the scientists even his colleagues now?

Still, avoiding him would be giving in to weakness and it was best not to do that while it could be avoided. So he approached.

Can't even call him 'Coordinator'. Was 'Scientist', 'Technician' his title now? He wasn't sure. Which meant he had to use: "Narvin."

He indicated the chair. "May I join you?"

Xyma's

[athousandcurses]

Grainne had just walked in, wearing one of her more modern dresses, giving herself a bit of a night out and a treat. It had been a long time since she had a good beef stew, and was being seen to a table, when she paused by Narvin's table on her way passed his.

"Hello again. Forgive me, but what are those you are eating?" She blinked, noticing the strange skittle like things he had in front of him.