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All this science, I don't understand (Open)

Who: Senku Ishigami and everyone!
When: April
Where: Various: Apartment, ADI, the park...
Summary: An opportunity to meet the illustrious scientist in the context of one's choosing.
Warnings: Potential for altered perceptions, apocalypse. Will update if necessary.

I. A New Apartment

The whole experience thus far has been completely curious and unusual. Fortunately, Senku was not the type to put up a fuss, but rather someone who could roll and adapt to unusual situations, while trying to gather as much information as possible.

He’d been given the necessary tours and brought to this apartment and finally left to his own devices. Senku was wearing slacks, a button down with a tie, a labcoat and dress shoes but most notably, he had a tattered cape tied around his shoulders. He removed his shoes upon entry and walked further into the place. “Bigger than I would’ve thought...maybe not.” He murmured.

Senku wasn’t put off by a roommate situation inherently but as he wandered a stranger in this place there were multiple rooms. That was a bit novel. “Heh. Guess I don’t have to share a bed.”

II. Equipment/Information Technology

He’d been told he could work in two places if he wanted to, so that’s how Senku agreed to structure his day, if only because he didn’t want to find himself getting bored. He appreciated getting to work with his hands, and hoped at least they’d be looking for innovation.

However, heaven help the person who got Senku as the local IT tech who had to give tech support.

III. The Flowers Came Early

That was a lot of flowers.

Senku couldn’t say for sure how unusual they may be, but typically flowers didn’t appear like that in parks. Not without someone planning them to be that way and who would plant so many?

Did it really count as paranormal? Of course if this was the best this world could offer to paranormal, he would keep on believing that it likely didn’t exist, not without proper explanation.

“Something about these flowers seem kind of weird.” He commented a little bit. “Maybe we should check them out.”

Was this really going to be worth $100?

IV. CTRL + ALT + DEL

Even though he’d been accepted to the IT department, as a new arrival Senku has not had the opportunity to really distinguish himself.

He could not look any more bored if he tried. He was slouched in his seat like a teenager who was forced to attend a class they hated, which he definitely was not. There was nothing of interest about learning how to create a password. He knew that already. He knew how to crack into some serious hardware with government-level security and he’d accomplished this as a child.

“Ugh.” Senku groaned, he couldn’t help it. “This is such bullshit.”

Unfortunately for the trainer, if anything his education taught him, he was not going to get less disruptive.

V. Spring Festival

Out of force of habit, Senku made an appearance. Over the years he’d been compelled to show up to light events like this and now it was an ingrained habit. He didn’t hold the same position in this unusual world, but habits were hard to break.

He was far more interested in browsing the food stalls and getting a drink. He wouldn’t be playing any games, but checking out the crafters was also an option.

In the early evening, he found himself mildly distracted by an okay stage magician. He scoffed. “I’m almost sorry I called him a hack.” He declared out of nowhere, that might have been a bit strange.

Although he’d changed into more casual clothing thanks to the light shopping trip, cargo pants and t-shirt like he was some kind of college student instead of an esteemed scientist, he never removed the tattered cape. It likely made him look a bit...eccentric.

VI. Wildcard

[I am literally up for anything, including some of the more horrific bits of these events. If you have questions, PM me or find me

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He hears the front door open from his bedroom and very nearly lets it be, but in case Manji needed help with something, he ought to offer. Garner leaves the phone behind and walks with confidence out to the doorway...where he pauses. That isn't the voice he was expecting..?

He pauses there in the doorway, listening where clouded eyes offered no better input, before deciding to call out. "Not unless you really want to, I suppose, but the rooms seem quite large."

He's dressed simply, a pair of joggers someone had helped him pick out and a plain t-shirt. The most out of place thing aside from his clouded white eyes and the scar over his right eye, is the long strip of black leather coiled around his left arm from elbow to wrist.

"Hello there?"

Senku tilted his head a little bit and snickered at the response.

"I can assure you it's been a few years since I slept with a stranger in the same mat, and I don't exactly miss it." He grinned. "I'm fine with my own room."

He looked the man over, the eyes were noticeable and he considered that it was entirely possible this man couldn't see him.

"I'm Dr. Senku Ishigami. I've been assigned here. Senku's fine though, I'm not really big on formalities."

Garner smiles as well. Good, a man with a sense of humor was always better, especially if he's been assigned here. "Ah, very well."

He steps away from his doorway and towards the new presence, his hand trailing the wall until he stops just before him and offers it to shake instead. It's calloused, but his grip firm. "Garner Cinderbrooke. A pleasure, Senku. I think you'll find neither of us here stand nor sit much for formality regardless. Welcome."

He didn't move, he let Garner come to him. The way he was keeping the wall as a waypoint told him what he needed to know.

"Nice to meet you." He said, because he knew that was the proper response. He shook his hand firmly. His hand is very calloused, but soft like he'd been using a hand cream of some kind. He was definitely the kind of person who worked with his hands, although it may not be obvious what he worked with.

"That's good, never much cared for it, but you know how it is. People expect shit and sometimes throwing your weight around is the only way they'll listen to you. Pain in the ass if you ask me."

This close, he can smell something slightly sharp, like how his own hands would smell when he'd been working with his alchemist's tools, before he'd lost his sight. Chemicals.

He lets his hand fall, though he's soon in need of something to do with it, so he steps away from the wall to lead back into the main area. "It is a pain in the ass and, sadly, I know what you mean. I'm going to make some tea, would you like some?"

He moves with general confidence, though there's a moment of hesitation as he crosses the main area into the kitchen, as though half expecting to find something in his way from being moved out of place. Once he's in the kitchen, he's a lot more comfortable with feeling for what he needs and moving about.

"And, if you don't mind my asking...you mentioned you were a doctor, are you a scientist?"

"Yeah, some tea would be good." Senku agreed as he let Garner lead the way, following after him. He was glancing around the apartment again, as though taking it in and considering it.

"Ask anything you want." He said a little bluntly, if genuinely. He wasn't a man of secrets.

"That's right." He grinned and took a seat to let him have the space to work. He obviously didn't need any help navigating the kitchen and he'd likely just be in Garner's way.

"I've dabbled in medicine quite a bit, but I don't need to do that anymore, I can focus on the other subjects I find more fascinating."

Even with the kettle's habit of traveling the kitchen at times, there's a few places he's learned to check first and near the sink happens to be the winner this time. He checks the water and sets the kettle on the burner through touch before counting the dials to the right one to turn it.

"I would be curious to know what those subjects are. I used to be an alchemist of passible skill, enough to make the solutions I needed, but that was when I could see. The subject still interests me."

"You'll have to tell me about your alchemy." Senku responded just as easily, sounding completely eager about the prospect. Was it just ancient science, or some kind of magical, fantastical kind? A mix of both? He always appreciated learning new things.

"I've always been fond of cosmology and aerospace engineering, but having conqueured that a few years ago, I've been focused on establishing a new scientific field surrounding some futuristic tech we got our hands on. We're presently focused on time travel." Senku responded, no matter how science-fiction that sounded.

"My world was in a bit of a tough spot seventeen years ago or so." They only considered the seventeen years they'd been ambulatory, the seven and a half to eight years in stasis was skipped over. "No civilization whatsoever, so I had a very big hand in rebuilding from the stone age back to spacefaring. Took fourteen years."

Cosmology he understand, but there's a flicker of confusion in him for the 'aerospace.' He could define the words separately, but together it became a foreign concept, but it didn't feel worth asking when it was more background explanation for the part that actually caught his interest. Time travel might have seemed fictitious to him before being brought here, but while they weren't anywhere near his plane of existence, there were others here who came from this planet but seemingly it's future or past.

How interesting it would be to be able to travel in time. An opportunity he would likely take, if offered.

"That is some alarmingly large strides to be able to take in less than two decades. I'm certain I don't know the full context of your situation, but you're certain a society can be built strong enough to last with such leaps as it's basis?" There's no judgement, necessarily, in his tone. More confusion and a desire for clarification.

Senku was quiet a moment as he considered the question itself and how best to explain it. "The progress was incredibly unbalanced until roughly seven or eight years ago. You're right that the speed and expedience could cause problems. We had a very small worldwide population when most of the progress fundamentals were established." Senku said honestly. "Roughly two hundred and fifty people."

He shifted a bit. "The shift was that we were able to expand the population seemingly incredibly quickly. Humanity had been petrified for thousands of years, but the expansion came from our ability to then break them free of that stasis they were in, so the benefit was having more people with expertise that the work could be shared and spread around the world. We have a very tight knit worldwide network at the moment. This type of cooperation is nothing like it was back in 2019, and will likely fall apart sometime in the future." He wasn't naive, just idealistic.

Garner listens with interest, only breaking from where he was standing to tend the kettle just as it starts to whistle. As Senku's explanation finishes, Garner returns to the area his voice is coming from to place a mug of steeping tea on the counter between them and then his own a bit to the left.

"Honey, milk, or sugar?" He asks and turns to fetch them, for himself if nothing else.

"Then it sounds like you've taken what precautions you could in a situation no one could have prepared for, nor had exactly written a manual for. That's admirable. It is also admirable that you are aware it will eventually fail. All civilization does, it's only a matter of how long it takes for something new to rebuild."

Because, while he also wasn't an optimist, he did believe in the tenacity and hope inherent in people.

"I'm sorry that you might or might not see further fruits of your labor."

"Nothing, I take my tea plain. I don't like sweets." Senku offered.

"I've done what I could, and while I still hold a fairly high position in my kingdom, despite having abdicated leadership, I'm unfortunately a liason on these kinds of things. At the moment every country is in a state of rebuilding, meaning that cooperation is likely, but as soon as they start to stake out borders, conflict will likely be inevitable." Senku snorted lightly.

"Hell, I had to deal with that when humanity was reduced to just a couple hundred people. It's in people's nature to set up hierarchies and communities as they see fit and various people hold just as many differing opinions as to how to go about doing that. Everyone I work with is a pacifist as I am, so we'll do what we can but some things are just outside our control."

He hummed and then smirked. "I don't see it that way. I have every intention on saving this world like I did mine and returning back where I came from."

He nods and returns to put a small measure of honey into his own tea and stirs it. His first sip, however, pulls a wince onto his features. Too much.

"'Humanity' is still an odd term to me. There are far more than just humans where I come from, but I'm not from Earth, either. Yet, even still, the nature of people is to want structure and lines to work within to make some part of the world make sense. Nature is chaos and people are chaotic, but most still want something familiar to rely on like boundaries or borders so they know how to then press on them. At least, in my experience. I imagine your people will push and break their boundaries and cause more chaos than they mean to, in time, but they will grow from that as well."

He doesn't push on the rest, however. If that was what the man believed, that they could get home even still, Garner had no interest in trying to talk him out of his hope. For all intents and purposes, he hoped Senku was right as well.

"That must be interesting." Senku answered with a bit of a smile. "The only evidence of aliens on my version of Earth is the little parasite I'm working with, and it's artificial intelligence, so as to whether or not it can be considered a person may be a matter of debate." He mused thoughtfully.

Senku gave his tea as sip. "People are always looking for structure, it's both something comforting and something you can use against them. I'm not worried about the people I'm working with personally, but people as whole definitely would. There's thousands of years of history that suggests that. The world ending isn't enough to change human nature."

He wouldn't be averse to being pushed. Senku just didn't like outside forces trying to tell him what to do with his life.

The term 'aliens' gets an odd look from Garner. That wasn't quiet right, but he's pretty sure he's missing context to be able to clarify. He supposes, ion the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter overly much. Everyone native here was human, so he'd been told.

"That is fascinating to hear as well. 'Thousands of years.' You are not the only one here to imply a long record of your world's history. There is only reliable measurement of the last eight-hundred years of my world. Prior to that another seven-hundred of implication and fractured record and nothing more, though our world is certainly older. The range of experience and base knowledge represented in ADI is almost worth it's own study."

"That is fascinating." Senku agreed with a hum. "Fractured history, was it mostly an oral tradition at the time?" That would track with record keeping in his version of Earth, until the records move away from that, the history was much patchier.

"My planet is billions of years old, it's just the records of humans is much shorter than that, it was inhospitable to life for a good chunk of that time. Time is very fleeting that way." Senku mused.

"Our lives in exchange are small, short and universally insignificant when you look at the grand scale that is..." Senku smiled a little bit. "And yet, in the moment it can seem vitally important. Isn't that interesting?"

"We only have our perspectives and knowledge in the moment. That is why so many strive for as much knowledge as possible." And often times to the detriment of others, in Garner's experience, at least.

"No, I believe there is still some written documentation from before, but very little. Our gods fought with one another and destroyed nearly all civilization in the process. Our written history suffered for it. While we know that happened, there is no record of names or cities or even whole races lost."

He shrugs a bit and takes a sip of his tea. "As you said, we are insignificant in the grand scheme of things. When I die, I will be forgotten, as will most others with me. That is simply the way of things."

"I'm incredibly guilty of that, I've spent my entire life searching for knowledge and as long as there are new things to learn I'm incredibly content doing so." Senku admitted with a little chuckle. "I just want to learn all the answers I can."

"Hmm. It's true, if we didn't have people who still remembered...but most of our historical artifacts are also lost." Senku admitted. "So if those that know and remember don't write it down now, it too could be completely lost." He considered that a moment.

"That perspective is interesting. In the moment I'm an incredibly important, well-known person. Everyone knows my name. I will die someday, and it's on track to being significant...my invention will certainly rate a footnote or two in history books." Senku mused. "But would I be remembered far into the future? Hard to say. I honestly don't care about any of that." He wasn't looking to leave a legacy beyond the knowledge he could gain and share. Senku had a rare glimpse at worldwide fame as a perspective, but he considered it to be insignificant.

Garner listens, some part of him just a touch on edge with what Senku was saying. He knew that press for knowledge, to have answers in hand, but his was at least partly unnatural. He was a curious sort, but the urgency to learn and know were the whispers that would run through his mind in the moments of quiet, placed there by an unkind hand.

He didn't think Senku was like the Remnants at all, he trusted he might sense that at least, but any thirst for knowledge like that put a bit more caution in him.

It was easier to focus on the rest, to let his wry smile form. "I am afraid that whether you care or not, it will not be your choice. We can influence how we are remembered, but the actual remembering will not be up to us. I hope your good deeds and contributions carry on a long while, that your name is remembered as it ought to be, but your only duty is to those around you while you live. At least...in my humble experience."

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