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[thalassino]

It has been quite the few days, hasn't it been, Vatheon? That conversation appearing on the network --just who had posted that, anyway?-- the experiment and then the collapse of the bubble and the evacuation. It certainly kept everybody's hands quite busy and full. But now that things are looking at little more calm, with far fewer trips needed to ferry things from down in the bubble up to the island, Station Master makes his move, abandoning his post to seek out people. Who? Well, just about anyone. He seems to avoid groups, instead seeking out people while they are alone, whether wrapped up in some activity, or moving from on place to the other. His purpose? Unclear for now, but if you are a foreigner and you are on the island, you may very well find yourself with a sudden Station Master at your side.

How will you respond?

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[symmetrophile]

[There's a moment of mute stillness, during which Kid stares over his shoulder at the Station Master.

Before one can chalk up his reaction to mere incredulity:]

That's ridiculous. Why not?

[thalassino]

You are quite powerful, Kid, you have proven that already. However I believe we will need more people to fix this problem. Logic dictates that it would be best if we spoke to everybody at once, rather than have there be a possible spread of misinformation.

[symmetrophile]

...

[He's got a point. Much as he doesn't like being denied the answers he wants right at this very moment, there's a beautiful fairness in communicating with everyone, all at once. Having the entirety of Vatheon's population on the same page, to work in concert to a mutually beneficial end.

Yes. That's enough to exercise patience.]

I see. Then, why tell me this now?

[thalassino]

I do not wish for this meeting to be discussed over the communicators. I think it is fair to assume that everything we discuss using those will be monitored. As such I have been meeting with people face to face to invite them. It is quite the arduous task. I have to attend to my elevator too, after all.

[symmetrophile]

[That makes sense; it's a theory he has heard before, a number of times. Most approach it with a 'well, they're going to know anyway' cavalier attitude, but...]

For a meeting involving everyone at once... neither can the elevator fit everyone interested in repairing the bubble, I'm sure.

[He cups his chin with a hand, while Pip bristles, pushing his little body up against his leg. Kid fails to notice.]

Isn't there a building near the elevator? Perhaps we could meet there, with greater privacy?

[thalassino]

[Wow, son, we are not fitting everybody inside the elevator all at once. He takes good care of old Betsy, and that will seriously strain her carrying limit!]

There is. A storage building to be exact. I've already taken some steps in preparing it for this meeting.

[symmetrophile]

[YOU AREN'T MY DAD YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO D (this is stupid)]

How considerate. Then, when is this meeting to take place?

[thalassino]

[If he was your real dad, his pimp hand would be far far stronger.]

Friday evening. Ten o'clock. I am aware there are some of you who... do not mix well with the daylight. Ten at night should be a time everybody who is willing should be able to attend.