fatespoken: (∞ gregarious)
Amory Felix ([personal profile] fatespoken) wrote2010-05-27 09:04 pm

∞ [ accidental video ]

[ What this is is a photograph of an apartment building, couches, lamps, books and tables in their proper place, except for two cats floating in the air. One's upside down, the other is right side up and both seem moderately pissed. Okay, scratch that. Tremendously aggravated. ]

[ Right now this is the Blue Light. Maybe not so theatrical and obviously CGI'ed, but you get the picture. Floating patrons, amber ale and colorful cocktails suspended in mid-air, patrons swimming-- spinning in the air like spacemen in the galley of a rocket ship.

Amory's a little more stable than the rest, floating a few inches off the ground as he mixes together a Tom Collins. The only way this is getting done is with a hand over the top of the cup to keep the drink from leaking out. A bottle of Gin and Seltzer water float handily next to him. Even then, the drink is probably not mixing right, each component like oil on top of water (air, in this case). Thankfully, no one seems to care in the midst of this curse-- or they order other things.]


I thought a flight in a Vomet Comet would be as close to zero gravity I'd get.

[ He's clearly talking to himself, the bar patrons too engaged in catching their floating drinks to bother him. ]

That was fun, this is better.

[ooc: Watch what happens when a mun forgets she's changed time zones! Please pretend this was forward dated to around 7 PM? >> ]

audio (human voice)

[identity profile] citadelspirit.livejournal.com 2010-05-28 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps if I came by, you could make a drink for someone who has never tried alcohol? One could say...I am new to "humanity."

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[identity profile] citadelspirit.livejournal.com 2010-05-28 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[A green-eyed woman drifts in not too long from them; it took her a little bit of Network mining to match the video to the appropriate bar, but not so long that she couldn't drift toward the metropolis and think. Her black hair is floating everywhere, but she tames it down and stuffs it in the back of her shirt. As she dodges a flying bubble of something, she catches a chair and twists herself around to sit.

This...could be a bad plan, but today is as good as ever to look for information. She got used to the stomach-turning free fall sensation far earlier.

He has the air of someone with experience, so she doesn't bother with formalities. Then again, she rarely does.]

An interesting adaptation. I wouldn't have assumed it to work, at first thought.

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[identity profile] citadelspirit.livejournal.com 2010-05-28 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[She eyes the bottles, watching them clink softly. Precision.]

I understand low gravity. I meant mixing drinks in that low gravity.

These 'curses' seem to happen often.

Re: action;

[identity profile] citadelspirit.livejournal.com 2010-05-28 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Straws would be one solution to this. Perhaps you could concoct something simple for me.

[Wrapping her legs about the chair's, she manages to roughly sit on the barstool.]

Ah, fluid density. And how long have you been subjected to this? The curses, not the microgravity.