Post by Chandre on Jan 7, 2016 0:46:28 GMT
Chandre was working in an odd place this fine evening, working on an ongoing project that has taken up her attention for a few weeks now. From a distance, it sort of looked like she was knitting something, her fingers darting around quickly, a large, interwoven mesh forming in front of her. In reality, it was a sort of blueprint for a complex neural net she was basically going to be using to connect a bunch of mortal brains together for a really nifty computer. Now, she had all the brains she needed back at her lab chilling in storage, but she had found her lab to be getting a little cluttered recently. She had a lot of stuff in there, and really it was nice to get out and enjoy the fresh air while working, which is why she was fashioning a complicated circuit of neurons out in the park.
The only real downside to where she was working was the lack of privacy. Chandre was a social butterfly, and she had literally all the time in the world to work on her projects, so coming across a pleasant conversation wasn't a disagreeable event to her. Unfortunately, most of those that would interrupt in this park were of... lower linguistic calibre. Really, she just didn't have any time for a hollow that stomped on over, howled or grunted at her and then tried to bite her. That was no way to strike up a conversation with a lady, at least not in this day and age. She was sure it would have worked famously back when mammoth meat was the veal de jour, but this was 2016 people! Try opening a compliment or something.
Thankfully, Chandre was a problem solver, and had managed to arrange quite well for some piece and quiet. She had made one of her Vetruvian Homme creatures, just something strong enough to deal with the rabble as it were. It was a seven headed, three meter tall, black furred, green eyed hound with claws like kitchen knives and rows of teeth like a shark. So, while she sat on the bench, happily knitting away, her little pet doggy was on orders to rip to shreds anything that approached her and made a 'grr' or 'howl' sound and was a hollow. She had started with just the grr and howl requirements, but her puppy ate another person's dog accidentally, which Chandre was really sorry about. It was rude to just up and eat somebody's pet without asking first!
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The only real downside to where she was working was the lack of privacy. Chandre was a social butterfly, and she had literally all the time in the world to work on her projects, so coming across a pleasant conversation wasn't a disagreeable event to her. Unfortunately, most of those that would interrupt in this park were of... lower linguistic calibre. Really, she just didn't have any time for a hollow that stomped on over, howled or grunted at her and then tried to bite her. That was no way to strike up a conversation with a lady, at least not in this day and age. She was sure it would have worked famously back when mammoth meat was the veal de jour, but this was 2016 people! Try opening a compliment or something.
Thankfully, Chandre was a problem solver, and had managed to arrange quite well for some piece and quiet. She had made one of her Vetruvian Homme creatures, just something strong enough to deal with the rabble as it were. It was a seven headed, three meter tall, black furred, green eyed hound with claws like kitchen knives and rows of teeth like a shark. So, while she sat on the bench, happily knitting away, her little pet doggy was on orders to rip to shreds anything that approached her and made a 'grr' or 'howl' sound and was a hollow. She had started with just the grr and howl requirements, but her puppy ate another person's dog accidentally, which Chandre was really sorry about. It was rude to just up and eat somebody's pet without asking first!
