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the blair map project
Hello. Sirius & I had a go at mapping the ship, & it went a bit wrong.
Not wrong like the boggart went wrong. Don't worry. Everything is fine, except our map, although to be safe everyone should avoid the lounge on 005 near the 070s rooms for a day or two while we sort it. It's possible that the spellwork is off. But as we're actually very good at this (I promise) the more likely explanation is that something else is off.
If things had gone according to plan, it would have been a map that was anchored to the ship & able to move with the corridors & so on. It's hard to explain what happened, but we have it recorded.
ATTACHMENT:
***
[The video starts (as so many videos taken by wizards historically do) focused on the floor - but only for a moment. Sickening swoopy pitch of someone turning their device around, with brief camera-against-a-hand darkness, before--
A nice bright lounge, just like every other lounge - sofas maybe looking a little more plump but otherwise, totally nondescript. Except here’s Remus, not waving, and--]
Oh, come on. [--Sirius, holding the camera. The picture jiggles around a little, in disappointment.] At least do the introduction to our brilliant life’s work. Well, part of life’s.
[And; and this is really what’s interesting here. Behind Remus, behind overstuffed sofas - traced all across the blank grey and white walls of the lounge - are these lines, loads and loads of lines. Better than a mural, this is rooms and corridors and grav couches and empty space. A map of the Tranquility, traced out in painstaking architectural perfection, all around the room, like the skeleton of the ship in panorama.]
Five jumps. Five million identical empty rooms. [ Only one of those is an exaggeration. Both sound a bit distracted, as he's frowning at notes instead of putting on a performance. Why is he on this side of the camera. ] Two unnamed wizards present... [ This is where a fancy name would go, if it had one. It doesn't. ] A great big map.
[ He looks up at Sirius' face to see if that was good enough, then down at the camera lens. He doesn't wave, but he does cross his eyes and stick out his tongue for a second and a half. ]
Are you ready?
Always!
[The triumphant proclamation is accompanied by Sirius toggling his device (and the recording) to the other hand, so he can get at his wand more properly. Mostly the picture is of the floor now. And there are some things that remain secret, so whatever spell to activate the thing that is mumbled -
And then, a confused silence, brief, before the indistinct chatter of did we say it wrong, no we couldn’t’ve, we’re geniuses, starts up - and then that, too, cuts off abruptly, and the video swings back up, because -
Because the map is exploding out from itself. The neat ordered lines of corridors and rooms, all of it is unraveling, spooling outwards, black on black. Hallways stretch out of their places; living quarters distend, sagging - like spindled fingers, reaching, like thick ribbons, the lines of the map expanding from their boundaries, stretching onto the ceiling, spilling and crawling onto the floor. Black, and more black, and more black, filling in the walls, and it keeps going, and going.
The tone of the background noise has taken on more urgency now, still indistinct - what the hell, bloody shit, did you say it wrong, did you say it wrong - there’s little zaps of magic, brief frantic spellwork, all of it caught in the periphery of the camera - and none of it does nothing to stop the growth of the map, the map is still growing, an inexorable spill of black - Sirius backs up as the lines have nearly reached them, and then -
All at once, the lines retreat, like ink being sucked down a drain, but quicker. One smooth slick slide back, winding up, all of the lines returning back to one central point, to a small space high on one of the walls - which is not a point at all, but a square shape: a room. The boundaries of its walls look thick at first, as all the rest of the lines flow back into it - but shape thins out, absorbing everything, every bit of black, until it’s the only thing drawn on the wall. The single box, outlined in black. Empty.
The video stays focused there a moment, on the still lines. There is a very quiet the bloody fuck - . Then it clicks off.]
***
It still looks like that. We've been watching it for a while & nothing has changed. If anyone has any ideas, we would love to hear them.
Not wrong like the boggart went wrong. Don't worry. Everything is fine, except our map, although to be safe everyone should avoid the lounge on 005 near the 070s rooms for a day or two while we sort it. It's possible that the spellwork is off. But as we're actually very good at this (I promise) the more likely explanation is that something else is off.
If things had gone according to plan, it would have been a map that was anchored to the ship & able to move with the corridors & so on. It's hard to explain what happened, but we have it recorded.
ATTACHMENT:
***
[The video starts (as so many videos taken by wizards historically do) focused on the floor - but only for a moment. Sickening swoopy pitch of someone turning their device around, with brief camera-against-a-hand darkness, before--
A nice bright lounge, just like every other lounge - sofas maybe looking a little more plump but otherwise, totally nondescript. Except here’s Remus, not waving, and--]
Oh, come on. [--Sirius, holding the camera. The picture jiggles around a little, in disappointment.] At least do the introduction to our brilliant life’s work. Well, part of life’s.
[And; and this is really what’s interesting here. Behind Remus, behind overstuffed sofas - traced all across the blank grey and white walls of the lounge - are these lines, loads and loads of lines. Better than a mural, this is rooms and corridors and grav couches and empty space. A map of the Tranquility, traced out in painstaking architectural perfection, all around the room, like the skeleton of the ship in panorama.]
Five jumps. Five million identical empty rooms. [ Only one of those is an exaggeration. Both sound a bit distracted, as he's frowning at notes instead of putting on a performance. Why is he on this side of the camera. ] Two unnamed wizards present... [ This is where a fancy name would go, if it had one. It doesn't. ] A great big map.
[ He looks up at Sirius' face to see if that was good enough, then down at the camera lens. He doesn't wave, but he does cross his eyes and stick out his tongue for a second and a half. ]
Are you ready?
Always!
[The triumphant proclamation is accompanied by Sirius toggling his device (and the recording) to the other hand, so he can get at his wand more properly. Mostly the picture is of the floor now. And there are some things that remain secret, so whatever spell to activate the thing that is mumbled -
And then, a confused silence, brief, before the indistinct chatter of did we say it wrong, no we couldn’t’ve, we’re geniuses, starts up - and then that, too, cuts off abruptly, and the video swings back up, because -
Because the map is exploding out from itself. The neat ordered lines of corridors and rooms, all of it is unraveling, spooling outwards, black on black. Hallways stretch out of their places; living quarters distend, sagging - like spindled fingers, reaching, like thick ribbons, the lines of the map expanding from their boundaries, stretching onto the ceiling, spilling and crawling onto the floor. Black, and more black, and more black, filling in the walls, and it keeps going, and going.
The tone of the background noise has taken on more urgency now, still indistinct - what the hell, bloody shit, did you say it wrong, did you say it wrong - there’s little zaps of magic, brief frantic spellwork, all of it caught in the periphery of the camera - and none of it does nothing to stop the growth of the map, the map is still growing, an inexorable spill of black - Sirius backs up as the lines have nearly reached them, and then -
All at once, the lines retreat, like ink being sucked down a drain, but quicker. One smooth slick slide back, winding up, all of the lines returning back to one central point, to a small space high on one of the walls - which is not a point at all, but a square shape: a room. The boundaries of its walls look thick at first, as all the rest of the lines flow back into it - but shape thins out, absorbing everything, every bit of black, until it’s the only thing drawn on the wall. The single box, outlined in black. Empty.
The video stays focused there a moment, on the still lines. There is a very quiet the bloody fuck - . Then it clicks off.]
***
It still looks like that. We've been watching it for a while & nothing has changed. If anyone has any ideas, we would love to hear them.
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[ Unsure whether to be impressed at ingenuity or disappointed that video is not really moving in the sense he believed. ]
So we sit here & press the pause button over & over & ?
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Probably try and target frames that look to have significant changes from previous
And compare with the earliest frame. Your original.
I could have a look. see if any of our local programmers can figure out something that can analyze the development mathematically.
no subject
If some of the local programmers could analyse the compression algorithms of our frozen frames & learn something with maths then that would be excellent.
no subject
All right I'll ask around for you
Is there any chance the map could turn into something dangerous? Do you want Lily or her magical supplies in there?
no subject
There's always a chance anything can turn into something dangerous.
But it's only ink.
I think we'll be all right.
no subject
it's what couples do.]
Still isnt moving then?
How longs it been since you took the video at this point anyhow
no subject
3 hours 17 minutes.
It hasn't changed at all.
[ He sends a photo as proof. ]
:(
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I hope that doesnt bother you
[He thinks about specifying the nature of her crime, to see how Remus feels about it. Decides that would be too obvious.] This ship does some serious shit to people but I think she'd want to fight back
[This part is entirely a lie, but well-intended.]
no subject
[ Sirius. You know. Or maybe you don't know and are going to take it personally. ]
Let us know how it goes.
no subject
Will do. im moving some equipment to her
no subject
have a go at it
meaning what exactly
no subject
computer analyses of your video.
no subject
great
and for what purpose exactly is she going to be analysing and for who
its just that i dont precisely trust her impartiality or judgement
mental i know
sorry
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She'll be under supervision from your department
the purpose is to determine if the collapse of lines followed any kind of fucking sequence or pattern e.g., if the rewriting/collapse part focused first on the interior corridors, or that last box was originally there (or moved), or the lines going back over suggest another map overlaying. other shit i dont know
If you know more computer people could have them check over her work
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Merlin]
i just cant imagine that shes the only person aboard who can think of things like all of that
thats all
seems unlikely
but i suppose you know best ill defer to your superior judgement in this case mate
thanks
no subject
She's not
I did.
There might be more.
You're welcome
no subject
anything else?
no subject
[and take your obnoxious murder sensibilities with you.]
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oh well maybe later
cheers
[I WAS HERE FIRST pees on Remus pees on ship runs around barking at stuff]
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Job, you understand. well, you know. cheers.