refining the experiment

[merryeccentricities]

Joly's test flight of his little prototype flying craft went fairly well-- he's pretty sure he's found out at least one major flaw, and he's made the acquaintance of some extremely interesting people. But the machine is up in his lab now, out of the way of curious cats and incurious beetles. He'll work on it after he's thought everything through a bit more, and done a little more research.

Which is what he's doing now, curled on the couch with a cat sleeping on his legs and a cup of coffee on the end table, watching the videos his robot-self recorded, really watching them, for the first since Cubefall ended.

He didn't show Athelstan all of them, only some of his solo flights. But now he's watching the ones he had with Legle; there's audio too, mostly wind, but some conversation gets through. He is totally watching this for science and not just smiling like a sap.

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[merryeccentricities]

Right, it's always good to test a theory. There can never be too much supporting evidence. Continuing research suggests that luck does indeed extend that far--

--and also that the humans in the room are horrible neglectful tyrants who don't pay any attention to their cats ever, a fault that must be rectified by force. Joly pulls back a little, laughing, and tips a tabby from his shoulder into his lap. "All right, all right, your petitions are noted, dinner is coming." Not at top speed-- he leans in for another quick kiss, first--, but general movements in that direction can begin. "But-- mm-- but I think that's what I've been talking about, too, with--everything else. When you put it that way-- do you want to call for anything? I think we have an egg and wine here-- that, that's the thing about being here. You know?"