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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

*he picked some scum up with a stick* I don’t think so,,

Huh… stir it in? See how it is?

*he stirred the scum in* nothin’

Huh… interesting. Alright then. Let’s go dump this behind the mess hall, then head inside for the control. *he stood up*

K. *he stood up and tossed the stick to the side*

*Carlos picked up the pot and nodded to Max.* Okay – let’s go.

*Max nodded* I’ll spot from the front *he headed over to behind the mess hall, kicking the wall of the QM store in the process*

*Carlos walked carefully, keeping an eye on the ground ahead of him as he went*

I don’t think it’d really matter if it spilled since we’re done with it?

Well, we should keep it away from the forest since it’s got two tide pods in it. And I”m not about to put pond scum in the sink inside. Lord knows what the QM would do to me if I did…*Carlos could already imagine it, and he got nervous at what he thought of. He shuddered.* So, behind the mess hall where it can safely be deluded by rain water is a good spot I think, without immediately impacting the environment while the detergent is so concentrated.

Yeah sure. I’m pretty sure QuarterMaster wouldn’t give a shit anyway.

Well, yeah, there’s that… but then your dishes would be washed with pond scum water. And I don’t think you want that either. *there’s a dumpster and he walks up next to it to pour the pot out.*

That’d be kinda terrible- hey check if the platypus is in there first.

The platy- You guys have a platypus? Uh, okay… check if it’s there for me I guess? I’m holding the pot.

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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

*he picked some scum up with a stick* I don’t think so,,

Huh… stir it in? See how it is?

*he stirred the scum in* nothin’

Huh… interesting. Alright then. Let’s go dump this behind the mess hall, then head inside for the control. *he stood up*

K. *he stood up and tossed the stick to the side*

*Carlos picked up the pot and nodded to Max.* Okay – let’s go.

*Max nodded* I’ll spot from the front *he headed over to behind the mess hall, kicking the wall of the QM store in the process*

*Carlos walked carefully, keeping an eye on the ground ahead of him as he went*

I don’t think it’d really matter if it spilled since we’re done with it?

Well, we should keep it away from the forest since it’s got two tide pods in it. And I”m not about to put pond scum in the sink inside. Lord knows what the QM would do to me if I did…*Carlos could already imagine it, and he got nervous at what he thought of. He shuddered.* So, behind the mess hall where it can safely be deluded by rain water is a good spot I think, without immediately impacting the environment while the detergent is so concentrated.

Yeah sure. I’m pretty sure QuarterMaster wouldn’t give a shit anyway.

Well, yeah, there’s that… but then your dishes would be washed with pond scum water. And I don’t think you want that either. *there’s a dumpster and he walks up next to it to pour the pot out.*

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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

*he picked some scum up with a stick* I don’t think so,,

Huh… stir it in? See how it is?

*he stirred the scum in* nothin’

Huh… interesting. Alright then. Let’s go dump this behind the mess hall, then head inside for the control. *he stood up*

K. *he stood up and tossed the stick to the side*

*Carlos picked up the pot and nodded to Max.* Okay – let’s go.

*Max nodded* I’ll spot from the front *he headed over to behind the mess hall, kicking the wall of the QM store in the process*

*Carlos walked carefully, keeping an eye on the ground ahead of him as he went*

I don’t think it’d really matter if it spilled since we’re done with it?

Well, we should keep it away from the forest since it’s got two tide pods in it. And I”m not about to put pond scum in the sink inside. Lord knows what the QM would do to me if I did…*Carlos could already imagine it, and he got nervous at what he thought of. He shuddered.* So, behind the mess hall where it can safely be deluded by rain water is a good spot I think, without immediately impacting the environment while the detergent is so concentrated.

Scientifically Interesting (closed w/ blackwhitehat)

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Hat was now outside, watching this with the utmost amusement. He
laughed loudly, smirking widely. This was extremely entertaining!

Wha – laughing? Carlos was hearing laughing. Another lap around the front gate of the mansion and Carlos could see a tall figure out of the corner of his eye. He recognized it as the top-hat man he met yesterday. And he was laughing at Carlos getting chased by a possibly malicious robot. That was so ill-mannered of him.

But Carlos had other things to focus on. Like the math problem in his head…

“Hey, robot! Can you do calculations?” he called back to the metal behemoth behind him.

Not so Villainous (closed w/ theblackestofhats)

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Carlos started a blog. After what happened to his notes
while in the Desert Otherworld, and due to the fact that the ban on writing
utensils made work a little difficult to convey, Carlos had started posting his
findings online. The blog wasn’t exactly private, but Carlos only advertised it
to his close friends. It held some of the things he had discovered, his
theories on the possible uses of bloodstone technology, diagrams and blueprints
of fleeting ideas that he got every now and then… it was like a personal
scientific journal without University chairmen of the board hanging over him
telling him what he could and couldn’t publish.

Carlos was out in the sand wastes searching for the source
of some energy readings. He was digging in the soil and sand for samples to
take back to the lab. He was pretty excited for this next project.

@theblackestofhats

That blog may have been passed
over by many, particularly with Carlos only really telling friends of
it, but that didn’t mean it remained unnoticed. Certain keywords and
pertinent phrases within his works were picked up by a search tool
designed by another scientific mind, one rather more villainous in
nature. After all, Black Hat was a greedy creature, and that greed
extended to knowledge. It may not have been widely known, but he was
an avid reader, an entire floor of his manor housing a multitude of
books. He was also somewhat fascinated with works of science, despite
being no scientist himself.

He instructed Dr Flug to trace
the author of the blog, to discover his physical location – and
once he had that information, he made haste to arrive there himself
by means of magical transportation. He did not, as yet, know where in
this general vicinity his target was, but that was nothing searching
couldn’t fix. As a dark-feathered bird, he flew in search of Carlos.

Carlos took some of the soil samples back to the mobile
science station that he’d set up next to his car underneath a collapsible canopy.
Each sample had a strange substance in it that had a cell structure like
nothing he’d ever seen. If he were to describe it, he’d say it looked Precambrian….
But older, void of color, shapeless and ever-changing. and alive.

It was foolish for a scientist to hypothesize on his
hypothesis, but if this substance was truly as old an ancient as it appeared to
be, then it might lead Carlos into discovering just what might be going on in
Night Vale.

Carlos started to quickly sketch what the cells looked like with a pencil that he kept hidden – well, sketched as best as one could with a shapeless model like this.

Starways to Hell

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Peter
slides into the car and slides to the middle seat and snuggles back up
against Kraglin and to relax as they head back. He took kraglins hand on
his and starts rubbing along his palm and wrist knowing it calmed and
relaxed him.

Kraglin just sat there, making low growling-type noises. It was crazy – the bloated feeling he had seemed to be getting better now. Just a bit at least.

Carlos drove them home, still feeling kind of jittery and paranoid. They’d made a bit of a scene – did that mean someone was going to come after them? God, he hoped not. Or if someone was, they come after Yondu and the boys left. Can’t confront about aliens with no aliens around…

Peter snuggles him continuing his rubbing.

Once back at the house it was to find two new faces. Half but and Tullk were there the excuse was halfnut wanted to collect some wild herbs from earth to see if he could make something from it and why not visit there captain and other crew while they were at it.

Coming in and seeing Tullk talking and laughing with his dad like the were old friends… Carlos’ first thoughts were to the ship. “Who the hell is watching the ship?” he asked.

Tullk just shrugged. “Ship’s in the night cycle. Yer planet’s a bit on the fast side of standard. Anyway – the night crew’s got the ship and everyone else is sleepin’.”

“Ya got permission from Yondu ‘fore comin’ down, right?” Kraglin asked him.

Half was over near the table scanning some of the herbs and spices he’d found in the garden. “O..of c.co…course we did. W..we a..al always listed to the c..captain..” he frowns holding up a green leaf of some kind. “Hmmmm… this is listed as…a ..a n.nar ..narcotic…”

Edwardo looked. “Oh, that looks like hemp. People use it for oils and to make paper…. though I’m not sure where you found that…”

Carlos frowned at it. “Did that come from the forest?”

Half but nods. “Just.. s… south of. Y..you garden…. I. F.. f.. found some. T..tasty mushrooms too.” Looks over at Tullk and smiles at him.

Yondu hums. “Half I told ya not to wander past the garden….”

Half frowns. “S..Sorry I.. just saw a.. interesting p..plant…”

“It’s not dangerous,” Carlos told him. “Just… don’t leave any of it here. Make sure to take it with you when you go back to the ship. It’s kind of illegal here to have more than an ounce or so.”

“Sounds like I may have to… ‘stumble’ upon it myself later,” Mr Ramon said with a frown. “After you boys are back in space of course… we don’t want the police asking you all questions.”

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Peter
slides into the car and slides to the middle seat and snuggles back up
against Kraglin and to relax as they head back. He took kraglins hand on
his and starts rubbing along his palm and wrist knowing it calmed and
relaxed him.

Kraglin just sat there, making low growling-type noises. It was crazy – the bloated feeling he had seemed to be getting better now. Just a bit at least.

Carlos drove them home, still feeling kind of jittery and paranoid. They’d made a bit of a scene – did that mean someone was going to come after them? God, he hoped not. Or if someone was, they come after Yondu and the boys left. Can’t confront about aliens with no aliens around…

Peter snuggles him continuing his rubbing.

Once back at the house it was to find two new faces. Half but and Tullk were there the excuse was halfnut wanted to collect some wild herbs from earth to see if he could make something from it and why not visit there captain and other crew while they were at it.

Coming in and seeing Tullk talking and laughing with his dad like the were old friends… Carlos’ first thoughts were to the ship. “Who the hell is watching the ship?” he asked.

Tullk just shrugged. “Ship’s in the night cycle. Yer planet’s a bit on the fast side of standard. Anyway – the night crew’s got the ship and everyone else is sleepin’.”

“Ya got permission from Yondu ‘fore comin’ down, right?” Kraglin asked him.

Half was over near the table scanning some of the herbs and spices he’d found in the garden. “O..of c.co…course we did. W..we a..al always listed to the c..captain..” he frowns holding up a green leaf of some kind. “Hmmmm… this is listed as…a ..a n.nar ..narcotic…”

Edwardo looked. “Oh, that looks like hemp. People use it for oils and to make paper…. though I’m not sure where you found that…”

Carlos frowned at it. “Did that come from the forest?”

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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

*he picked some scum up with a stick* I don’t think so,,

Huh… stir it in? See how it is?

*he stirred the scum in* nothin’

Huh… interesting. Alright then. Let’s go dump this behind the mess hall, then head inside for the control. *he stood up*

K. *he stood up and tossed the stick to the side*

*Carlos picked up the pot and nodded to Max.* Okay – let’s go.

*Max nodded* I’ll spot from the front *he headed over to behind the mess hall, kicking the wall of the QM store in the process*

*Carlos walked carefully, keeping an eye on the ground ahead of him as he went*

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Peter
slides into the car and slides to the middle seat and snuggles back up
against Kraglin and to relax as they head back. He took kraglins hand on
his and starts rubbing along his palm and wrist knowing it calmed and
relaxed him.

Kraglin just sat there, making low growling-type noises. It was crazy – the bloated feeling he had seemed to be getting better now. Just a bit at least.

Carlos drove them home, still feeling kind of jittery and paranoid. They’d made a bit of a scene – did that mean someone was going to come after them? God, he hoped not. Or if someone was, they come after Yondu and the boys left. Can’t confront about aliens with no aliens around…

Peter snuggles him continuing his rubbing.

Once back at the house it was to find two new faces. Half but and Tullk were there the excuse was halfnut wanted to collect some wild herbs from earth to see if he could make something from it and why not visit there captain and other crew while they were at it.

Coming in and seeing Tullk talking and laughing with his dad like the were old friends… Carlos’ first thoughts were to the ship. “Who the hell is watching the ship?” he asked.

Tullk just shrugged. “Ship’s in the night cycle. Yer planet’s a bit on the fast side of standard. Anyway – the night crew’s got the ship and everyone else is sleepin’.”

“Ya got permission from Yondu ‘fore comin’ down, right?” Kraglin asked him.