Making the Best, continued
Oct. 16th, 2005 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avevale_intelligencerAgain, I’m assuming I didn’t sleep through more than one day…
Woke up feeling heavy and sluggish, and hungry (no fish-beasties here). Washed and dressed, including a stout waterproof overcoat, and went to investigate the room inside the ship.
I’m guessing that Anna must have told Atrus and the boys stories of pirates when they were young. The ship itself, in all its incarnations, is a surface-style sailing ship rather than a D’ni boat, and these clothes are just too much like pictures of Blackbeard and such to be coincidental. Kind of fun, though. Come next Talk Like A Pirate Day, I’ll be set.
Looks as if the room in the ship was where they ate. I found crockery and cutlery in a cupboard, along with the Myst book, which morphed out of a table in a most alarming manner and wouldn’t be parted from it. More mysteries. How did they do that? Still didn’t find a kitchen, or even a galley. It occurs to me that if you really wanted to be ostentatious in D’ni, you could have your home spread over half a dozen different Ages…
Eventually I stopped wasting time and went to investigate the pumps. It looks as if the bit under the umbrella is just the controls, which makes sense, but if I have to go tearing up the floorboards of an underwater place I shall be strongly inclined to let it go. I worked them a few times in an attempt to localise the sound—if I can hear them they can’t be buried that deep. Too many reflective surfaces, though.
Linked back to Myst and pronged a fish-beastie for lunch, and by the time I had got the fire going again to cook it I was almost too tired to eat. You know how your brain goes cottonwool when the blood sugar gets too low. I managed to force some of it down, though, and within five minutes of it starting to hit the system I had an idea. So I linked back and went to look at the rear end of the ship.
It was almost impossible to spot, but I found the catch that opens it up. There were the pumps, and the main generator. Well, there wasn’t anywhere else they could be really. I had to do some trogging back and forth to try to work out which pump led where, but eventually I managed to finagle them so that all the areas were kept dry at the same time. If I need to flood any of them, I can do it with the buttons, but emptying it again won’t automatically flood the other two. Which is a relief.
The generator was tougher. I couldn’t see any kind of fuel reservoir, or connection that might indicate one. What the frodding thing runs on I don’t know. But if it’s the same as the ones on Myst, and this one has chugged along nicely untended for two centuries, what do I have to do to get the others going?
I’d kill for some chocolate right now. Or even a cup of tea. Ah, the joy of raised expectations.
Anyway, by the time I finished with all that I was soaking wet again, so I went back to Sirrus’s suite and got myself clean and dry. I’ll sleep on the problem and see what emerges tomorrow.
Woke up feeling heavy and sluggish, and hungry (no fish-beasties here). Washed and dressed, including a stout waterproof overcoat, and went to investigate the room inside the ship.
I’m guessing that Anna must have told Atrus and the boys stories of pirates when they were young. The ship itself, in all its incarnations, is a surface-style sailing ship rather than a D’ni boat, and these clothes are just too much like pictures of Blackbeard and such to be coincidental. Kind of fun, though. Come next Talk Like A Pirate Day, I’ll be set.
Looks as if the room in the ship was where they ate. I found crockery and cutlery in a cupboard, along with the Myst book, which morphed out of a table in a most alarming manner and wouldn’t be parted from it. More mysteries. How did they do that? Still didn’t find a kitchen, or even a galley. It occurs to me that if you really wanted to be ostentatious in D’ni, you could have your home spread over half a dozen different Ages…
Eventually I stopped wasting time and went to investigate the pumps. It looks as if the bit under the umbrella is just the controls, which makes sense, but if I have to go tearing up the floorboards of an underwater place I shall be strongly inclined to let it go. I worked them a few times in an attempt to localise the sound—if I can hear them they can’t be buried that deep. Too many reflective surfaces, though.
Linked back to Myst and pronged a fish-beastie for lunch, and by the time I had got the fire going again to cook it I was almost too tired to eat. You know how your brain goes cottonwool when the blood sugar gets too low. I managed to force some of it down, though, and within five minutes of it starting to hit the system I had an idea. So I linked back and went to look at the rear end of the ship.
It was almost impossible to spot, but I found the catch that opens it up. There were the pumps, and the main generator. Well, there wasn’t anywhere else they could be really. I had to do some trogging back and forth to try to work out which pump led where, but eventually I managed to finagle them so that all the areas were kept dry at the same time. If I need to flood any of them, I can do it with the buttons, but emptying it again won’t automatically flood the other two. Which is a relief.
The generator was tougher. I couldn’t see any kind of fuel reservoir, or connection that might indicate one. What the frodding thing runs on I don’t know. But if it’s the same as the ones on Myst, and this one has chugged along nicely untended for two centuries, what do I have to do to get the others going?
I’d kill for some chocolate right now. Or even a cup of tea. Ah, the joy of raised expectations.
Anyway, by the time I finished with all that I was soaking wet again, so I went back to Sirrus’s suite and got myself clean and dry. I’ll sleep on the problem and see what emerges tomorrow.