CLOSED || Shall we investigate?

[freeskies]

WHO: Franklin (freeskies) and Rosalind (originallutece)
WHERE: Recollé U's Physics Lab
WHEN: 10/01, after 1.
WHAT: Franklin has something he wishes to get Ros's opinion on, so it's off to the lab.
WARNINGS: None!

[As fun as their chats are thus far, it's business that ultimately brings him to the lab to speak to Rosalind. Though his words show a flair for the dramatic, his clothes don't quite match up, with a simple button down, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of jeans.

Perhaps, one day, he will be as fancy as the pirate his profile pic shows. But for now, he's a man with a sidebag, for his laptop, and the many, many notebooks of paper he's got for note keeping.

The physics lab wasn't hard to find, after digging into the map of the university, and comparing that to Dr. Lutece's campus profile. And he's eager to get a second opinion on the video he has, either way. It was a lark he'd decided to follow after their first conversation. Now, he was glad he had.

He knocks on the door.]

Shall I let myself in?

Comments

[originallutece]

[She mistakes him for a student at first, and opens her mouth to dismiss him: come back later, I've a meeting already scheduled. But there's something in the confidence way he stands that makes her pause, and she realizes--]

Mr. Brewer?

[freeskies]

[he offers a flourish with his hand, and bows his head in greeting. Alas, yes. This man she's been chatting with... is actually quite young.

But he doesn't seem perturbed by her reaction, at least not outwardly.]

The very same.

[originallutece]

[Oh, good grief. She isn't upset, per se, but there's a twinge of disappointment in the back of her mind. Still, Rosalind nods towards the empty seat across her desk, settling back.]

Well. You're a good deal younger than I expected, though that in turn speaks highly of your investigative abilities.

[freeskies]

Oh? Well, I'm pleased to hear such a fine compliment, Doctor, I'd hate to think our conversations would have led you to believe otherwise.

[He neatly sidesteps the comment on his age-- for now? It wasn't relevant. And he sits across from her, before producing a USB drive from his bag... and a notepad. He prefers to write over type.]

This should be what piques your interest.

[originallutece]

[Pleasantries are nice and all, but this is what she's really after. She sets the USB into her computer immediately, leaning forward eagerly.]

Who took the video?

[freeskies]

A girl named Penelope.

[if she clicks through the files, she should be able to find a working video of this thread. Even though he's seen it, he'll watch it without comment.]

She apparently had the luck to have already had her recording equipment. Her profession was well suited to this.

[originallutece]

[She falls silent, watching it in its entirety. The only time she stops to make a comment is early on, when Kaiba seems intent on stepping out of the vehicle--]

For crissake, Kaiba . . .

[--but no, she's silent as she watches. Only once the video ends does she glance back towards Franklin.]

Were you sent on one of those missions?

[freeskies]

I've the misfortune of only recently becoming a subscriber to Retrospec. So, I must play catch-up.

[he pulls out his notebook, and opens it to a page full of scribbled notes. If there is an order to it, it's only understandable to him.]

These are the notes I've gathered from the network and from the in person meetings I've been able to attend. There is an obvious common thread, of course.

But it does not explain everything. That's why I need your help.

[originallutece]

I don't know much more than you, but I'll do my best to help you. What questions do you want to start with?

[freeskies]

I'm interested in your theories.

[he has to start writing at the bottom, but he wouldn't be a good journalist if he wasn't a meticulous note taker. Even if they are only understandable to him.]

Given what we know of this company, does this match any other existing school of thought? Clearly, they consider themselves some sort of scientist.

[originallutece]

Not . . . well. There are a fair few theoretical thoughts on things like parallel universes. Less so for things like past lives and melding minds. That goes into the realm of firm fantasy . . . the mind is still a relative unknown, however. I wouldn't call what's happening to us impossible-- clearly not, as it is happening to us. But it's unlike anything we've ever thought about before.

[freeskies]

[he notes something down on his notepad. That was disappointing, to be sure, but also not entirely surprising. He'd been hoping that there would be a path forward for him to carry out his research, especially as he tried to piece together whatever clues he could.]

Then, perhaps we assume they should be taken at their word... Clearly, this is not technology or theory that we are familiar with.

There could be a reason for that.

[originallutece]

Do you have one in mind?

[freeskies]

The apparent ability to modify memory or information.

As loathe as I am to admit it, I know it's a potent force, after forgetting everything that had happened within 24 hours.

[originallutece]

[She frowns at that.]

What do you mean? What did you forget?

[freeskies]

I mean that I forgot that monster attacks were strange, just as I was warned I would. I'd also taken notes, and forgot their importance.

It's only stubbornness that didn't convince me to rip them out and toss them when I'd discovered them the next day.

[originallutece]

[Oh. Oh, he'd forgotten and then remembered, just as Katherine had. Rosalind hums softly, considering that.]

Did anyone try and convince you of the truth?