I just had to write this thing when I noticed the day of Grover's Corners' launch
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If you managed to come here, that means you've either found one of the few post I made on the interwave, or that someone's told you about this place. Either way, you were lucky.
The name's Seraviel and I'm official by now a fen, though a generalist by definition. I was late in coming to the party, mainly because space isn't much part of my interest.
Let's start at the beginning, shall we ?
I received my first batch of Handwavium in spring of 2008, some time after the first fen got into space. I got it from my brother, who got it from a friend at his workplace. (He's an engineer, building tools for dealing with gigantic molds.)
It was a vial, not enough to be useful in any case. But I was curious, and with internet and experimentation, managed to make it react. What worked for me was soft drink, in ratios of 3:1. (I much later learned that I could get 2:1 with diet pepsi but, since I hate the stuff, this particular finding came quite a bit later.)
With all the hype around the wave, I didn't do much with it, apart growing some more. Between 2008 and 2011 I must have 'waved at most ten objects, nearly all of them either old keyboards or broken headphones. The results were often hilarious, but unfortunately useless. (I still have two of them, headphones which automatically translate whatever is heard in either Al-bed or Dub Dub. And yes, Hyperdrive is a valid word in Dub Dub.)
The main reason why I didn't do much was that space wasn't much of an interest to me. Building stuff, however, was. (And I'd once played a Wildmage Artificier in one of my games. One of the best of my life.)
All of that changed two weeks before my birthday in 2012.
I lost my job.
An increase in available time and boredom combined made me try out various stuff, mainly out of all the old equipment I'd amassed.
I won't say everything I tried, only list the more important. My oldest laptop became a voice-controlled supercomputer, while my youngest became a gaming machine compatible with everything. (I managed to run on it at the same time Master of Magic, Dwarf Fortress at maximum settings and the latest Disgaea, all without emulators.) 'waving my home computer in separate pieces made each of the two hard drives sprout two different AI, the sound systems now spoke directly to the minds and the power supply's fan was generating ice on the wall.
Then I broke my blender, and 'waved it just to fix it. Which was a mistake and the reason I'm now in space.
It seems the Handwavium took 'blender' a little too literally, and left me with a sphere with a hole on top, the ability to float and the personality of a dog. It, like any new puppy, started following me around. That and it ate anything. ANYTHING !
I named it Black Spot.
It caused four accidents that day. Let's just say that in the end both me and my three cats ended up biomodded, Black Spot ate both the dryer and the sofa, and my blender had grown by a twenty centimeters each side.
Canada wasn't the United states, but I didn't want to see the reactions my new pet would get me. I started planning for my escape to space right then.
First thing was hiding Black Spot under a tarp behind my apartment, before it grew too large for my place.
Second was mixng what was left of an old can of paint with Handwavium, and applying it to Spot. I planned to have it wait for me in space, but the paint had other ideas. It turned Spot into a perfect cameleon, so I left it outside with orders not to move while I went and prepared for my lift-off (A mistake, in retrospect. Spot ate two cars, a fence and a power pole in the next day or so.)
I planned on leaving a few days after my birthday, with a last night with my family.
My birthday is on April 20, and the year was 2012.
The news of the launch was big enough that I heard it as I was hanging out with my friends, and I quickly realized the implications. Something like that was gonna remake the laws, and I had to leave as soon as possible.
And Spot came to the rescue.
Spot was hollow, you see, and by now was wider than my apartment. Since I had most of my stuff ready, I chucked everything into Spot, and rode out in the shadow of that huge beast.
And now I'm a new fen, hiding in a 'black spot' on most people's radar. It wasn't how I planned my life, but I'll have to make the best of it.
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Primary Writer: Seraviel
Appearance
Thirty years old and 5'10". 175 lbs. One eye blue, one green. Gray white hair. Usually in shirts or t-shirts, with jeans. Wears a black glove on his left hand. A loner in space, he mainly deals with either his customer in a location of his chosing, or not at all. A programmer by trade and an author by hobbyle.
Notable Mundane Attributes
Do you know that guy ? - Internet / wave famous. Not so much live.
Hey Kakashi ! - Has silver white hair, and not due to a biomod (The biomod might have helped it go white faster, however).
A Ring of Steel - Always wears a plain steel ring on the pinky of his right hand. Gives one to all of his friends.
'Wavium Abilities
A breath of fresh air - Can breathe in any atmosphere containing gas, however dangerous the gaz would be. Cannot however survive without gas or under water.
Known Quirks
Add more bacon. - Has no sense of smell (outside the smell of bacon) due to his biomod.
Look into my eyes - Due to his biomod, his eyes cannot work if they are covered in any way, luckily the biomod makes his eyesight 20/20.
Fandoms
General (non-hentai) anime, Firefly, Mechwarrior, Supreme Commander
-People may die, but ideas are forever. Je suis Charlie.
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If you managed to come here, that means you've either found one of the few post I made on the interwave, or that someone's told you about this place. Either way, you were lucky.
The name's Seraviel and I'm official by now a fen, though a generalist by definition. I was late in coming to the party, mainly because space isn't much part of my interest.
Let's start at the beginning, shall we ?
I received my first batch of Handwavium in spring of 2008, some time after the first fen got into space. I got it from my brother, who got it from a friend at his workplace. (He's an engineer, building tools for dealing with gigantic molds.)
It was a vial, not enough to be useful in any case. But I was curious, and with internet and experimentation, managed to make it react. What worked for me was soft drink, in ratios of 3:1. (I much later learned that I could get 2:1 with diet pepsi but, since I hate the stuff, this particular finding came quite a bit later.)
With all the hype around the wave, I didn't do much with it, apart growing some more. Between 2008 and 2011 I must have 'waved at most ten objects, nearly all of them either old keyboards or broken headphones. The results were often hilarious, but unfortunately useless. (I still have two of them, headphones which automatically translate whatever is heard in either Al-bed or Dub Dub. And yes, Hyperdrive is a valid word in Dub Dub.)
The main reason why I didn't do much was that space wasn't much of an interest to me. Building stuff, however, was. (And I'd once played a Wildmage Artificier in one of my games. One of the best of my life.)
All of that changed two weeks before my birthday in 2012.
I lost my job.
An increase in available time and boredom combined made me try out various stuff, mainly out of all the old equipment I'd amassed.
I won't say everything I tried, only list the more important. My oldest laptop became a voice-controlled supercomputer, while my youngest became a gaming machine compatible with everything. (I managed to run on it at the same time Master of Magic, Dwarf Fortress at maximum settings and the latest Disgaea, all without emulators.) 'waving my home computer in separate pieces made each of the two hard drives sprout two different AI, the sound systems now spoke directly to the minds and the power supply's fan was generating ice on the wall.
Then I broke my blender, and 'waved it just to fix it. Which was a mistake and the reason I'm now in space.
It seems the Handwavium took 'blender' a little too literally, and left me with a sphere with a hole on top, the ability to float and the personality of a dog. It, like any new puppy, started following me around. That and it ate anything. ANYTHING !
I named it Black Spot.
It caused four accidents that day. Let's just say that in the end both me and my three cats ended up biomodded, Black Spot ate both the dryer and the sofa, and my blender had grown by a twenty centimeters each side.
Canada wasn't the United states, but I didn't want to see the reactions my new pet would get me. I started planning for my escape to space right then.
First thing was hiding Black Spot under a tarp behind my apartment, before it grew too large for my place.
Second was mixng what was left of an old can of paint with Handwavium, and applying it to Spot. I planned to have it wait for me in space, but the paint had other ideas. It turned Spot into a perfect cameleon, so I left it outside with orders not to move while I went and prepared for my lift-off (A mistake, in retrospect. Spot ate two cars, a fence and a power pole in the next day or so.)
I planned on leaving a few days after my birthday, with a last night with my family.
My birthday is on April 20, and the year was 2012.
The news of the launch was big enough that I heard it as I was hanging out with my friends, and I quickly realized the implications. Something like that was gonna remake the laws, and I had to leave as soon as possible.
And Spot came to the rescue.
Spot was hollow, you see, and by now was wider than my apartment. Since I had most of my stuff ready, I chucked everything into Spot, and rode out in the shadow of that huge beast.
And now I'm a new fen, hiding in a 'black spot' on most people's radar. It wasn't how I planned my life, but I'll have to make the best of it.
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Primary Writer: Seraviel
Appearance
Thirty years old and 5'10". 175 lbs. One eye blue, one green. Gray white hair. Usually in shirts or t-shirts, with jeans. Wears a black glove on his left hand. A loner in space, he mainly deals with either his customer in a location of his chosing, or not at all. A programmer by trade and an author by hobbyle.
Notable Mundane Attributes
Do you know that guy ? - Internet / wave famous. Not so much live.
Hey Kakashi ! - Has silver white hair, and not due to a biomod (The biomod might have helped it go white faster, however).
A Ring of Steel - Always wears a plain steel ring on the pinky of his right hand. Gives one to all of his friends.
'Wavium Abilities
A breath of fresh air - Can breathe in any atmosphere containing gas, however dangerous the gaz would be. Cannot however survive without gas or under water.
Known Quirks
Add more bacon. - Has no sense of smell (outside the smell of bacon) due to his biomod.
Look into my eyes - Due to his biomod, his eyes cannot work if they are covered in any way, luckily the biomod makes his eyesight 20/20.
Fandoms
General (non-hentai) anime, Firefly, Mechwarrior, Supreme Commander
-People may die, but ideas are forever. Je suis Charlie.