Exile on Main Street

[Huitzil]

"Wait, Manos is some kind of AI? I thought Manos was the movie where Torgo takes care of things while the master is away. I need some kind of flow chart."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn sighs in exasperation, and throws his hands up.  Jesus.  I'm so glad that I'm stuck with a crew that's really intent on figuring out what the fuck is going on.  Makes me really fucking confident, it does.

"Beats the hell out of me," he tells Paul.  "Maybe you can get them to explain things.  Me, I'm giving up before I get really irritated.  I'm going up back to my bedroom to meditate."

And unless Paul interrupts him, this is exactly what he does.

[Rezantis]

"Hm.  Don't worry for now, then.  I might get you to code something later, but I'll screw around with it."

Rez settles himself down and starts tinkering.

[Dracos]

"Mkaaay..."

Dracos heads back into the kitchen, "Eh...  This is all whack."

Dracos

[Dracos]

Noticing the room had emptied during his checking out what rez had asked, he headed around, looking for Bjorn, eventually coming and knocking on his door, "You there, Bjorn?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn blinks, his semi-trance disturbed, and says, "Yeah? Door's open.  What's up?"

[Dracos]

Dracos comes in, "Heya, wondering if you are up to well, practicing these new powers.  As I said earlier, if you want to test your shield on some other things in a non-fatalistic manner, I have at least a few ideas."

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs, and gets to his feet, grabbing (carefully!) Shinmyouken.  "Sounds like a good idea.  What's your plan?"

[Dracos]

"Well, let's get out to the back yard and I'll explain."

Dracos turns, leading the way out there, and picking up a bokken, flashlight, some newspaper, and some matches.  He also glances out when they get back there to see if he sees a hose.  If not, oh well.

"Okay, the idea is to start off trying a few basic things in a way that wouldn't hurt you and seeing if your shield can block them.  For starters, I assume you can quite easily catch or redirect a punch from your martial arts training?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn eyes the supplies in Drac's hands warily.  "Well, yeah," he says cautiously.  "You want to check if I'm immune to regular fire?"

[Dracos]

"Not you.  The shield.  I'm not testing that unless you can get the shield to cover an area far enough away from your body that I can touch it to the shield without risking hitting you.  I don't particularly like the concept of even risking accidentally setting friends on fire after all."

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Extruding his glowing aura out about arm's reach past his body, Bjorn points out, "Okay, sounds like a plan.  It's worth pointing out, though, that we don't actually know that this," he waves his hand at the funky lightshow, "is the same thing that protected me from Ashnod."

He grins, then, wide enough to expose slightly overlarge canines.  "On the other hand, it's worth trying, right?  Gimme the newspaper."

[Dracos]

"Huh?  Eh, sorry.  Think you misunderstood.  The newspaper is to make a small torch to brush along the side of your shield and see if it stops it.  And I'm only going to test that if you can get that shield further away, well no, that should be far enough if you keep your arms in.  But why don't we check how it blocks physical blows first.  Concentrate on having it deflect a physical attack, a punch and get ready to catch my punch if it doesn't.  Tell me when you are ready."

Dracos stretches his arms slightly and pulls back, preparing a very intentionally foreshadowed punch.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Mentally, Bjorn shrugs, and sets himself to do as Dracos suggested.

[Dracos]

Dracos follows through with the foreshadowed punch at Bjorn's chest.

Dracos
And now we wait for BRIAN