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    Professor Hassium
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    Appearance unknown, but probably metallic grey. A highly radioactive metal which does not occur naturally, and only a few atoms have ever been made. No biological role known. It is of research interest only.
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    Created by a so-called "soft fusion" method in 1984 by Peter Armbruster, Gottfried Munzenberg and co-workers at the GSI in Darmstadt, Germany.

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  1. Hassium stops at the door, looking rather confused and lost. He hears someone talking about Lurkers, and decides to take a chair to observe. After all, Lurking was something that had always helped Science... or so he thought. He was rather used to lurking, or to sending his Assistants to lurk, to see what could be learned through silent observation. It could be a real test for any would-be researcher, and he also like to set it as a test for any fellow who wanted to come and work with him. Go lurk in this-and-that-room, and come back with notes on what you could observe: then write anything that you could conclude from those, and/or plan for further studies! With a small nod, Hassium finds an empty chair and sits down... ... and promptly finds himself looking at the ceiling, prone on the floor and completely lost as to why he is not sitting at the chair that he can still see sticking out from his belly...
  2. I am probably not the best person around to give feedback on stories, but I wanted to say that this one caught my attention (maybe because the nice observations on the nature of the metal trees were so intriguing that my researching mind also wants to find out what exactly they are, and what is their purpose!) The only thing that made the reading a bit awkward for me was that it is all written in the present tense, so it feels to me like a D&D adventure, with you telling the DM all the actions. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, and it might come from my own background as a once-D&D-player; it's just that I'm hardly used now to that kind of brisk pacing, and it actually makes me want to take part in the story as another fellow-player Unless that is the effect you want, I could suggest expanding a bit more on description of background, on the character own's observations/feelings/thoughts (for example), so that it doesn't feel so much like a fast-paced one-to-one RP (I mean, player-to-DM roleplay). I feel that unless the story is rather short, it might end up being a bit tiresome to read exactly because of being focused almost solely on actions. Though it would be a rather nice story to be roleplayed.... who knows, maybe you want to try something at the Conservatory Room? I'm not very active at the forums myself, but please feel free to reply and discuss what I said. I might take some time to answer, not because of any disregard for your person but because I myself am quite busy, and sometimes it's hard to make time to be here. And I think that whatever you have to say, other people might jump in this thread to share their opinion too! Oh, and welcome to the Pen, hope you like this community! ~~~ Note: created this thread to not disturb the flow of the story at the main Assembly room.
  3. Hassium blinks, finally realizing that there is something nudging his elbow rather insistently. With his mind still partially locked into the complex reactions he had been analysing, he risks a glance down and arches his eyebrows seeing one if the guinea pigs almost nibbling through his lab coat at the right elbow. He mumbles, sorely tempted to pick the small fellow by his neck and throwing him back to the lab, with a small yelled note to his Chief Assistant to mind the test subjects better unless he wanted to lose his job. His always attentive mind signals, though, that this is a sibling of his now infamous Talking Guinea Pig (his assistants had quite a time catching all Pig's siblings, half-siblings, and littersiblings, and tagging all of them with color-coded collars), and so he sighs and turns his full attention to the little rodent. Well, what do we have here... He takes the note tucked into the collar of the guinea pig before pushing it towards the end of the table; the rodent quickly jumps to the bookshelf, and then down a strategically-placed wooden board that takes it to a tiny flap-door, where the hand of the Chief Assistant is wainting for it. The Chief Assistant sighs, happy that the trick he had taught the little guinea pig worked -- it was always safer to not be disturbing the Professor personally unless one wanted to risk becoming a test subject. Hassium takes some time reading and re-reading the note, until it finally dawns on him that he has not visited The Pen Keep, specifically its Cabaret Room, for quite some time... Thank you very much for the honor of the promotion... sorry for not having been around lately, I have been completely caught up by the weirdest of reactions, and my mind seems unable to leave unasnwered questions of that nature! I cannot promise more frequent vocal visiting, but please be sure that I always have an eye in here and will try to contribute more as time permits. Congratulations to my colleagues in this happy event!! With an apologetic smile, Hassium bows and leaves the Cabaret Room, most of his mind already caught by a sudden insight into the reaction kinetics of transuranic elements. However, for once he also forces part of his mind to stop to see what is happening in the several rooms of the Keep that line his way back to his laboratory.
  4. Joran observed little Marisia running back to Lady Seara after a somewhat long talk with the spice merchant. He kept his eyes on Master Kurston, until the merchant looked back at him. There was wariness in him, and he saw it reflected on the merchant's eyes. Who better to infiltrate a band of travelers than an innocent merchant? ~~~ OOC: Vote for Ozymandias/Routh Kurston...
  5. Joran nodded at Seara, by now being able to guess why she had been frowning. He rode in a relaxed way, with the ease of years as a guardsman; however very few who mistook his relaxed demeanor with carelessness were alive to tell the story of a swift fight. Marisia's light giggling called his attention, and he turned to the little girl. She saw him daring the farmer with a direct eye contact, and hid a grin. This little girl isn't so little anymore... I see why Lady Seara tries to control her. But the truth is that the little kitten is not even aware of her effect on men. He let his horse canter, stopping for a few moments besides Marisia to ruffle her hair and whisper a warning. "Lady Marisia, I would not displease your sister anymore today. Ride near us, and maybe we can tell some stories about House Stark's direwolves." The girl perked up hearing the word "direwolves", and looked at Joran with eagerness. He waved her towards Seara, and then cantered to reach Stephen Lark. He was also worried with the whispered news about bandits, and the murder at the stables. His mission, and of the three men with him, was to protect Ladies Seara and Marisia and see them safely to King's Landing; the rest of the travelers were nothing of his business, but he knew very well that if events came to a confrontation with bandits, they would have to fight alongside the mercs. He let his mind account for every one of the travelers as he passed them, and instinctively started to assess their reliability. There was always the possibility of a bandit hiding among them, to open the way for an easy attack. I wish the group were less mixed... merchants and farmers won't do in a fight, they'll most probably just be in the way. The boy with the knives might be useful if he has the freedom to throw them... how about the others? Someone willing to join the Night's Watch is certainly no so common, but at least that means he knows the basics of fight; probably more than the knife-guy. The one that looks like a soldier... I wonder how much of his memory is truly lost. Who will he attack in a fight? Joran's eyes fell on Dane, studying him. Mercs sold their allegiances for money, so memory was more of a handicap than not; however, the amnesiac fighter troubled his mind and he had learned to give some thought to his gut feelings. A muffled curse made him turn around; he saw the merchant hurriedly trying to close one of his spice sacks, the cords tying it shut having been loosened somehow. Joran shook his head. If there was someone hiding among then, wouldn't it be under the most harmless of appearances? "Hey, Lark!!" He sided his horse with Lark's, and started a whispered conversation.
  6. Apologies for the lack of answer. I am still here too!
  7. When the floating octopus appeared out of thin air, Professor Hassium's brain finally decided that too much was too much. And so, he just stared at Octy, gaping. He lowered his hand without thinking, and if it were not for Octy's quick grasping reflex, Pig would have experienced a quite high drop to the floor. Without noticing that Octy had now his prized talking guinea-pig securely in one arm, Hassium just let himself fall on the first available chair, shaking his head and passing fingers through his hair in utter disbelief. He looked at Patham, who at the moment looked pretty much like the only normal person around him. Then he remembered that he had actually glimpsed Patham become an owl some time ago, at the same Cabaret Room, and groaned. "Please, can someone tell me what is normal around here?" He whispered to no one in special. "I seem to be in need of some paradigm shifts..."
  8. Joran Griswold, 30, leader of lady Seara's escorts. He is an experienced fighter, and his family has worked for the Ryswells for generations. Outgoing, also easygoing, is however a fierce and loyal fighter. Has been chosen personally by Lord Ryswell to lead the men escorting his daughters to King's Landing, and considers his ultimate duty to guard them with his life. ... let me know please if this fits the setting...
  9. Alex looked at his palm, shocked. Pig looked almost like sleeping peacefully. He questioned himself rather harshly about bringing his little pet with him, berating his impulses. For once in his life, his mind drifted not to chemical formulas, but to cages and wheels. Cages and wheels... are we not really living in cages and wheels, made of our own desires and impulses? He petted Pig, using light fingers to caress his soft fur and the white spot at his side. And on the other hand... He curbed his thoughts on the strangeness of molecules, always swirling around and trying to find their proper place in reactions, and tried to concentrate on their situation. Someone was too dangerous in their group, apparently... but dangerous in what way? He looked around, sighing and swearing against the waves of perception that had made his life change so much. ~~~~~ OOC: Vote against Akallabeth/Codex
  10. Alex was suddenly awakened by a hand shaking his shoulder. He jumped, almost screaming, and the flight attendant stepped back quickly. Alex reddened, mumbled apologies and something about nightmares, and returned the seat to the upright position. They'd be landing in NYC in 15 minutes apparently. He patted Pig, who was once more in his pocket, and hoped he was alright. For some seconds he was not sure why he had ever brought him into that.... and then his mind got distracted by a very nice combination of atoms that came from the recesses of his mind. Something about the molecular soup that gave life to everything in the universe, including guinea pigs... =========== OOC: vote for Nathan/Patrick
  11. Hassium lifted his hand slowly, gulping and licking his suddenly dry lips. "Eeeerm... I ... beg... your pardon?" His hand touched Pig lightly, and he had to make an effort to not wriggle his fingers in an attempt to grab him. "Maybe... we should... talk about ... you... if you allow me to?" Why am I talking to a guinea pig?! He closed his hand tentatively around the body of Pig, lifting him from his head and putting him on the palm of his other hand. Maybe because he is talking to me... I think... if I have not gone insane... "Are you actually talking to me?" He frowned, looking closely at Pig.
  12. Haeme in red cells... iron coordinated to nitrogen atoms... Alex' mind wandered, the smell of blood clinging to his nostrils. Metallic smell, of course... metallic taste... He shuddered at the memory of the times he had cut himself by accident. What are the properties of Haeme, why does it keep the iron... wait, there is oxygen somewhere... where? He frowned, trying to remember his biology classes. Somehow, he could always remember the chemistry-related parts, but never the exact function of all that stuff that was around the molecules. Oxygen. That's what I need. He panted, not used to running like this. His mind rushed more than his legs. Who? No one had come near them so he supposed whoever killed that girl was around them.. maybe with them... Why? No one had bothered to tell them what was happening, why they had been unrooted... How? Well, no one was paying attention to anyone besides that strange man... or so he thought... well, he wasn't anyway... Alex glanced to his side, then the other. Where was everybody going? He noticed the small man. Small... small molecules have so many chances of interaction... sometimes more than the big ones. Their size helped to reach pockets... Would a small man also be good as a sneaking assassin? ~~~~~~~~ OOC: Lord Panther/Zach Petit/Pico on pure guesswork... sorry!
  13. Alex gasped in shock, staring at the girl bleeding on the ground. He had just been on his way to greet the others, and the last thing he expected was to see someone dead. His stomach churned, and he tasted acid on his mouth. HCl... strong acid, funny how it does not just melt away the cells in my mouth... or my stomach... His mind wandered, lost in reactions involving acids and bases and organic materials. Someone pulled him by his arm, and he heard Pig's outrageous squeak as he struggled to not fall from his perch on his shoulder. Somehow, Alex found himself running, gasping for air and focused only on following whoever was just in front of him. His hand closed on Pig and tucked him into his shirt pocket.
  14. The Professor gave a most undignified yelp as he was bitten, and immediately crouched to try to get hold of the panicked, running guinea pig. But Pig was too fast for him, and he saw from the corner of his eye the rodent darting out of the lab. Seems he made good use of the exercising wheel... He swallowed a very un-scientific curse, and unconsciously sucking his bitten fingers he ran after Pig. His assistants looked very surprised seeing the Professor bumping on tables and crashing on chairs while running with eyes locked on the floor, but no one dared to ask anything. Only one of them said something -- a shouted "yes" when the Professor, running by him, asked whether all rabies vaccines were updated.
  15. The Professor smiled, ready to take his guinea pig back to his laboratory for more detailed study. He closed his hand very gently around the trembling rodent, while making soothing sounds. "You will not be hurt, I just want to take a good luck at you, little one." Pig looked up at the Professor, thinking about commenting that he was getting tired of running on wheels and being poked for half his day. What stopped him was a somewhat unpredictable event, triggered by all the ink on his fur... As Hassium closed his hand on Pig and lifted him, he felt the rodent slip a bit and held it more firmly at once. But the final result of his squeezing was the launching of a very surprised, squeaking, and slicky guinea pig, right towards the ceiling. The equations of acceleration and velocity, plus the gravitational attraction, did cross Hassium's mind as he gaped and watched the momentarily flying guinea pig.
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