ewo-official

[ewo-official]

"I'll be sure to contact you regularly. If you receive the same message multiple times, don't worry, that's just my automated redundancy system kicking in, because even machines have trouble remembering I exist. I'm sure you understand. Oh, and if would like someone who is a little more on your wavelength, I'd give Dr Forrest or HoAS a visit, though the latter might be a little… unscientific for your tastes."

Amanystria returns to his desk one fine summer afternoon, to find somebody familiar sitting in his chair. Or, somebody who should be familiar, but is less familiar than he should be. The thing is, this old man who's occupying his seat is unmistakably the same 30-something somnistate that visited him months ago, but. He's old. In his 60s by the look of him, and his eyes are a normal brown. But that smug smile on his face? That's definitely the same smile.

"Hello. Amanystria Tokumei, if my calculations are correct? An expert in anti-memetics?"

He reaches out a hand to shake. "It was very hard to find you. What was less hard was evading your organization's security. You really need to harden this place against probabilistic infiltration. I literally just walked right in."

@enterthemikeverse

Amanystria sighs, checking her watch before putting down her cup of coffee.

"When Dr Forrest told me I should expect an ‘interesting guest’, they never specified it was someone familiar. Oh, and don't worry about security, Kintraka and her colleagues rarely worry about guests of your stature and position. Oh, and to answer your question, I have PhD in both antimemetics and memetics, so I suppose that would make me a sort of expert in a way. Now, if you wouldn't mind letting me take my seat, that would be much appreciated."

[ewo-official]

"I don't think you truly comprehend what you're dealing with here. My antimemetic properties are as intrinsic to me as your madness is to you. There are ways to work around it, sure, but to solve it would require me to become someone I am not."

Amanystria's eyes might not gleam or glint, but Mike can still recognise the look of determination and defiance in them as they speak. He does not lack a spark or a fire, his simply sings in a fundamentally different key. There's a different kind of drive there, one only seen on those walking steadfast and confidently to their own death knowing it to be the only option. She didn't reach madness through the insanity of crazed genius, but by walking the other direction through sanity until she came out the other side. Instead of gleeful cackling, there is only a perfect calculating calm.

"You tell me to have a little imagination, but I have already seen its limits. I am not mad in the way you are. You gaze into the abyss as it gazes back at you. The abyss does not see me, for it does not look inwards lest it see its own light."

Amanystria returns to his desk one fine summer afternoon, to find somebody familiar sitting in his chair. Or, somebody who should be familiar, but is less familiar than he should be. The thing is, this old man who's occupying his seat is unmistakably the same 30-something somnistate that visited him months ago, but. He's old. In his 60s by the look of him, and his eyes are a normal brown. But that smug smile on his face? That's definitely the same smile.

"Hello. Amanystria Tokumei, if my calculations are correct? An expert in anti-memetics?"

He reaches out a hand to shake. "It was very hard to find you. What was less hard was evading your organization's security. You really need to harden this place against probabilistic infiltration. I literally just walked right in."

@enterthemikeverse

Amanystria sighs, checking her watch before putting down her cup of coffee.

"When Dr Forrest told me I should expect an ‘interesting guest’, they never specified it was someone familiar. Oh, and don't worry about security, Kintraka and her colleagues rarely worry about guests of your stature and position. Oh, and to answer your question, I have PhD in both antimemetics and memetics, so I suppose that would make me a sort of expert in a way. Now, if you wouldn't mind letting me take my seat, that would be much appreciated."

[ewo-official]

"Most of the department here knows who I am, yes, but that is more a result of me hiring people with naturally high resistances to antimemetic effects than any particular strategy. I'm also not entirely certain what solution you're expecting to my antimemetic properties. It's not something than can really be solved by any conventional definition."

Amanystria returns to his desk one fine summer afternoon, to find somebody familiar sitting in his chair. Or, somebody who should be familiar, but is less familiar than he should be. The thing is, this old man who's occupying his seat is unmistakably the same 30-something somnistate that visited him months ago, but. He's old. In his 60s by the look of him, and his eyes are a normal brown. But that smug smile on his face? That's definitely the same smile.

"Hello. Amanystria Tokumei, if my calculations are correct? An expert in anti-memetics?"

He reaches out a hand to shake. "It was very hard to find you. What was less hard was evading your organization's security. You really need to harden this place against probabilistic infiltration. I literally just walked right in."

@enterthemikeverse

Amanystria sighs, checking her watch before putting down her cup of coffee.

"When Dr Forrest told me I should expect an ‘interesting guest’, they never specified it was someone familiar. Oh, and don't worry about security, Kintraka and her colleagues rarely worry about guests of your stature and position. Oh, and to answer your question, I have PhD in both antimemetics and memetics, so I suppose that would make me a sort of expert in a way. Now, if you wouldn't mind letting me take my seat, that would be much appreciated."

[ewo-official]

They sit behind their desk, taking a long sip of her coffee while he listens to him talk.

"That I have, yes. This organisation already knows everything it wants to about your union, so my interest is purely personal. I would, if possible, quite like to join, though I can imagine that being unfeasible due to my generally… incognisable nature. It seems rather likely that the memetic and antimemetic properties of both myself and my work could cause some issues, especially if they begin to spread. I'm sure the MSU would much prefer if they didn't have to deal with people forgetting their own exists as they're writing it, not to mention the potential hassle that comes with their member forgetting both they and the union exist as well."

Amanystria returns to his desk one fine summer afternoon, to find somebody familiar sitting in his chair. Or, somebody who should be familiar, but is less familiar than he should be. The thing is, this old man who's occupying his seat is unmistakably the same 30-something somnistate that visited him months ago, but. He's old. In his 60s by the look of him, and his eyes are a normal brown. But that smug smile on his face? That's definitely the same smile.

"Hello. Amanystria Tokumei, if my calculations are correct? An expert in anti-memetics?"

He reaches out a hand to shake. "It was very hard to find you. What was less hard was evading your organization's security. You really need to harden this place against probabilistic infiltration. I literally just walked right in."

@enterthemikeverse

Amanystria sighs, checking her watch before putting down her cup of coffee.

"When Dr Forrest told me I should expect an ‘interesting guest’, they never specified it was someone familiar. Oh, and don't worry about security, Kintraka and her colleagues rarely worry about guests of your stature and position. Oh, and to answer your question, I have PhD in both antimemetics and memetics, so I suppose that would make me a sort of expert in a way. Now, if you wouldn't mind letting me take my seat, that would be much appreciated."

[ewo-official]

Amanystria returns to his desk one fine summer afternoon, to find somebody familiar sitting in his chair. Or, somebody who should be familiar, but is less familiar than he should be. The thing is, this old man who's occupying his seat is unmistakably the same 30-something somnistate that visited him months ago, but. He's old. In his 60s by the look of him, and his eyes are a normal brown. But that smug smile on his face? That's definitely the same smile.

"Hello. Amanystria Tokumei, if my calculations are correct? An expert in anti-memetics?"

He reaches out a hand to shake. "It was very hard to find you. What was less hard was evading your organization's security. You really need to harden this place against probabilistic infiltration. I literally just walked right in."

@enterthemikeverse

Amanystria sighs, checking her watch before putting down her cup of coffee.

"When Dr Forrest told me I should expect an ‘interesting guest’, they never specified it was someone familiar. Oh, and don't worry about security, Kintraka and her colleagues rarely worry about guests of your stature and position. Oh, and to answer your question, I have PhD in both antimemetics and memetics, so I suppose that would make me a sort of expert in a way. Now, if you wouldn't mind letting me take my seat, that would be much appreciated."

[ewo-official]

Sage doesn't move any closer, remaining sat in silence. A subtle wave of their hand and the clouds above shift slightly, changing trajectories to keep them shaded while the other's lighting remain unchanged.

Down by the lake, there rests a pale light. A focused presence, simply sitting above the shore. A large octahedral crystal rests in their lap. Its eyes are closed, but they are Looking out at the lake, not paying much attention to any whom might approach. Perhaps it is pondering something.

[ewo-official]

Sage approaches, taking a seat next to the light in an understanding silence. Though they offer no words, it is clear they seek only to provide the presence of comfort.

Down by the lake, there rests a pale light. A focused presence, simply sitting above the shore. A large octahedral crystal rests in their lap. Its eyes are closed, but they are Looking out at the lake, not paying much attention to any whom might approach. Perhaps it is pondering something.

[ewo-official]

"Their power is drawn from a wide variety of sources across history, and they have their own chronokinetic devices that safeguard them against attacks exactly like the one you're proposing. As for this Gary of which you speak, I do not doubt that they would find some way to neutralise it. And there is, even if all else fails for them, their human reboot machine, so they could wipe this world clean and start again, preserving themselves above all else of course, as they have done before. I am sorry to tell you that fighting the Jailors would be an all-out war, and it is not one we are likely to win."

There is a knocking on Dr. Forrest's door. "Excuse me, Doctor, but I was wondering if you had heard about the MSU and the benefits you might qualify for if you joined?" says a muffled voice from behind it. @union-of-mad-scientists

Dr Forrest opens the door with a smile on their face. Behind them lies a desk littered with open books.

"I have heard of your union before yes! Joining up has thus far eluded me, however." What sounds like the ding of a coffee machine finishing rings out into the corridor. "Please, do come in, I have tea and coffee made."

Despite the mess beyond the doctor, it seems Merlyn was expected.

@union-of-mad-scientists

[ewo-official]

"I don't think I do, actually. You've already answered any I might have wanted to ask. I assume that means you'll be taking your leave soon?"

There is a man standing near Amanystria. He is not looking at them. But he is very pointedly not looking at them. As if he is actually intensely aware of their presence but is trying to appear like he isn't. He seems... perplexed. Confused. Even a bit uneasy.

@osha-cafeteria-worker

Amanystria coughs pointedly to get his attention.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You don't look too comfortable is all."

[ewo-official]

"Very true. Having the general population be unable to perceive, conceptualise, recognise, or remember another colour would not be good, and anyone capable of finding out who was responsible would not treat anyone involved kindly."

There is a man standing near Amanystria. He is not looking at them. But he is very pointedly not looking at them. As if he is actually intensely aware of their presence but is trying to appear like he isn't. He seems... perplexed. Confused. Even a bit uneasy.

@osha-cafeteria-worker

Amanystria coughs pointedly to get his attention.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You don't look too comfortable is all."

[ewo-official]

"While travelling between worlds and timelines is well within my grasp thanks to the facilities here at the EWO, the theory and technology behind it are definitely outside of my expertise. Regardless, thank you for not leaving me inside of orange."

There is a man standing near Amanystria. He is not looking at them. But he is very pointedly not looking at them. As if he is actually intensely aware of their presence but is trying to appear like he isn't. He seems... perplexed. Confused. Even a bit uneasy.

@osha-cafeteria-worker

Amanystria coughs pointedly to get his attention.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You don't look too comfortable is all."

[ewo-official]

"With the memes and antimemes we study in this department, that would be a lethally hazardous way to study them. Even knowing some of them exist can be deadly, so I'd hate to know what being inside of them would do to you."

There is a man standing near Amanystria. He is not looking at them. But he is very pointedly not looking at them. As if he is actually intensely aware of their presence but is trying to appear like he isn't. He seems... perplexed. Confused. Even a bit uneasy.

@osha-cafeteria-worker

Amanystria coughs pointedly to get his attention.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You don't look too comfortable is all."

[ewo-official]

"Well, if you had a way to beat an opposition that has the power and resources to rewrite history so that your union never came to exist in the first place, I have a feeling you would have done so already given the nature of them that stands directly against everything you do for.

"In case some context and perspective are required, the EWO has a literal God at our helm we could call upon, and even we don't try to oppose the Jailors or Bookburners at the organisational level. And that's just when they're working separately! When they and their allies are united in a single effort, as they are in this matter, we don't stand a chance.

"I hope that gives you a good idea of the power these organisations hold and the difficulty inherent to opposing their precious normalcy, wherein not even gods could stand against them." There is a hint of defeatism in their voice as they speak, though their demeanour remains calm and collected.

There is a knocking on Dr. Forrest's door. "Excuse me, Doctor, but I was wondering if you had heard about the MSU and the benefits you might qualify for if you joined?" says a muffled voice from behind it. @union-of-mad-scientists

Dr Forrest opens the door with a smile on their face. Behind them lies a desk littered with open books.

"I have heard of your union before yes! Joining up has thus far eluded me, however." What sounds like the ding of a coffee machine finishing rings out into the corridor. "Please, do come in, I have tea and coffee made."

Despite the mess beyond the doctor, it seems Merlyn was expected.

@union-of-mad-scientists

[ewo-official]

Amanystria seems moderately impressed by the display, though doesn't comment on that.

"Apologies, but I fail to understand how this is relevant to memetics and antimemetics. Perspective is very useful, sure, but a perspective all-consumed with a singular colour doesn't seem particularly helpful for my work. Please do enlighten me as to what I'm missing here."

There is a man standing near Amanystria. He is not looking at them. But he is very pointedly not looking at them. As if he is actually intensely aware of their presence but is trying to appear like he isn't. He seems... perplexed. Confused. Even a bit uneasy.

@osha-cafeteria-worker

Amanystria coughs pointedly to get his attention.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You don't look too comfortable is all."

[ewo-official]

"As much as I would love for the removal of that restriction to be possible, there is no fighting the combined might of the Jailors, Bookburners, and their allies for organisations like the two of ours. They will do anything to protect their precious normalcy, including wiping the both of us from history, and they more than have the means to do so."

There is a knocking on Dr. Forrest's door. "Excuse me, Doctor, but I was wondering if you had heard about the MSU and the benefits you might qualify for if you joined?" says a muffled voice from behind it. @union-of-mad-scientists

Dr Forrest opens the door with a smile on their face. Behind them lies a desk littered with open books.

"I have heard of your union before yes! Joining up has thus far eluded me, however." What sounds like the ding of a coffee machine finishing rings out into the corridor. "Please, do come in, I have tea and coffee made."

Despite the mess beyond the doctor, it seems Merlyn was expected.

@union-of-mad-scientists

[ewo-official]

"Well, I wouldn't be in this field if I didn't enjoy what I study. There's hardly anything I do, research-wise, that I don't enjoy. As for the hand, I'm not sure your lack of training and expertise in this field would allow you to be of much assistance, no offence."

There is a man standing near Amanystria. He is not looking at them. But he is very pointedly not looking at them. As if he is actually intensely aware of their presence but is trying to appear like he isn't. He seems... perplexed. Confused. Even a bit uneasy.

@osha-cafeteria-worker

Amanystria coughs pointedly to get his attention.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You don't look too comfortable is all."

[ewo-official]

"Oh, we have no issues with funding here, but the thought is greatly appreciated. Now, let me read through this paperwork." They take some time with their review of the rules, before putting the papers back down. "Well, I have encountered a singular potential issue. If I am to give records of my projects, the union would be required to follow mildly strict and extremely annoying secrecy policies in order to keep them, thanks to the two largest players in the extranormal sphere. I do hope that this isn't too terrible of an inconvenience to you."

There is a knocking on Dr. Forrest's door. "Excuse me, Doctor, but I was wondering if you had heard about the MSU and the benefits you might qualify for if you joined?" says a muffled voice from behind it. @union-of-mad-scientists

Dr Forrest opens the door with a smile on their face. Behind them lies a desk littered with open books.

"I have heard of your union before yes! Joining up has thus far eluded me, however." What sounds like the ding of a coffee machine finishing rings out into the corridor. "Please, do come in, I have tea and coffee made."

Despite the mess beyond the doctor, it seems Merlyn was expected.

@union-of-mad-scientists