Oh, yes, we certainly can use our artes--which makes it all the stranger, doesn't it? I'm still not sure how he achieved it...but somehow, the captain has structured this place in such a way that it somehow accommodates multiple aspects of other worlds.
[Without fonons they themselves would not survive, after all...as is the nature of a normal (Auldrant-native) body's fon slots. Yet others have different properties to their bodies entirely in some aspects, here. To say nothing of the multitude of somehow-functioning magical systems...
As forever a consummate scientist, these are the sorts of questions that occupy many of Jade's more sleepless nights, truly. Yet still, this remains the best answer he can offer to Tear for the meantime...it'll have to be sufficient for now. --And at least there's slightly more of a sense of normalcy, in the way they can segue to the matter of food after that.
It's slight, but there may yet be something of a very familiar smirk happening on Jade's end for just a moment here, at Tear's mildly stubborn agreement to the prospect of a buffet and the bit of coloring to her features that accompanies it. He sure is aware by now that Tear really is quite fond of food, especially in variety.....not that he'll ever claim to be teasing about it. Goodness no! Definitely nothing but politeness here, totally...]
Ah, yes, the infirmary would naturally be very relevant to your interests. It does have more general supplies--specialized medicines, painkillers, small tools for mending or patching of wounds. However, I'm afraid gels aren't vendored here in general...do you have any gels on your person currently? I arrived with two pineapple ones--I shall lend you one of them, later. Hmm, alongside a few other things...
[It feels--a bit--like slipping into business as usual, in the oddest sort of way. If he closes out the too-familiar ship surroundings from thought for just a moment or so...it's almost as if he and Tear are having a rendezvous in some foreign place after some time apart, catching each other up and gearing up for a difficult task ahead. A sort of rhythm their entire party had fallen into at the various times they'd had to split up, for the last year or so back in Auldrant, before the events of Eldrant and the true end of such travels...
In a way Jade's still not sure how to feel about this. He doesn't...want to be happy. Or pleased, or relieved--that Tear is here, that she hasn't changed, that...he himself also hasn't changed--at least to an extent where they couldn't fall into that familiar co-working rhythm so quickly, even despite these terrible circumstances. And yet, all the same...it's still as if something's easing just a bit in his chest, speaking to her now...some gnawing ache he hadn't even realized was there.
There's a guilt in this. But he sets that aside. No, Tear needs to be supplied and brought up to speed, as promptly as possible--oh--]
--Actually, now that I think of it. There was a phone on the dresser near your bed when you first woke, yes? ...That is--here--it's a piece of fontech, I suppose you could call it... [As the thought occurs to him, Jade's reaching into an inner pocket of his coat, and pulling out the phone in question--that thin slab of black glass small enough to be held in a hand, you know.]
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[Without fonons they themselves would not survive, after all...as is the nature of a normal (Auldrant-native) body's fon slots. Yet others have different properties to their bodies entirely in some aspects, here. To say nothing of the multitude of somehow-functioning magical systems...
As forever a consummate scientist, these are the sorts of questions that occupy many of Jade's more sleepless nights, truly. Yet still, this remains the best answer he can offer to Tear for the meantime...it'll have to be sufficient for now. --And at least there's slightly more of a sense of normalcy, in the way they can segue to the matter of food after that.
It's slight, but there may yet be something of a very familiar smirk happening on Jade's end for just a moment here, at Tear's mildly stubborn agreement to the prospect of a buffet and the bit of coloring to her features that accompanies it. He sure is aware by now that Tear really is quite fond of food, especially in variety.....not that he'll ever claim to be teasing about it. Goodness no! Definitely nothing but politeness here, totally...]
Ah, yes, the infirmary would naturally be very relevant to your interests. It does have more general supplies--specialized medicines, painkillers, small tools for mending or patching of wounds. However, I'm afraid gels aren't vendored here in general...do you have any gels on your person currently? I arrived with two pineapple ones--I shall lend you one of them, later. Hmm, alongside a few other things...
[It feels--a bit--like slipping into business as usual, in the oddest sort of way. If he closes out the too-familiar ship surroundings from thought for just a moment or so...it's almost as if he and Tear are having a rendezvous in some foreign place after some time apart, catching each other up and gearing up for a difficult task ahead. A sort of rhythm their entire party had fallen into at the various times they'd had to split up, for the last year or so back in Auldrant, before the events of Eldrant and the true end of such travels...
In a way Jade's still not sure how to feel about this. He doesn't...want to be happy. Or pleased, or relieved--that Tear is here, that she hasn't changed, that...he himself also hasn't changed--at least to an extent where they couldn't fall into that familiar co-working rhythm so quickly, even despite these terrible circumstances. And yet, all the same...it's still as if something's easing just a bit in his chest, speaking to her now...some gnawing ache he hadn't even realized was there.
There's a guilt in this. But he sets that aside. No, Tear needs to be supplied and brought up to speed, as promptly as possible--oh--]
--Actually, now that I think of it. There was a phone on the dresser near your bed when you first woke, yes? ...That is--here--it's a piece of fontech, I suppose you could call it... [As the thought occurs to him, Jade's reaching into an inner pocket of his coat, and pulling out the phone in question--that thin slab of black glass small enough to be held in a hand, you know.]