07.25.3013: A Mysterious Rock
Summary: Demos travels to Niveus to see what Lady Elodie has unearthed - literally.
Date: 25th July 2013
Related: None
Elodie Demos 


Lower Levels - Shelter, Niveus
The settlement of Shelter, as one large building that holds an entire city, is designed to hold vast numbers of people without feeling overcrowded.The interior architecture is open and spacious, with high ceilings and wide arches. What windows there are cover entire walls, letting in as much natural light as possible. The windows can be programmed to display images of the outside views (or other images, at times). The walls in most public areas are white, decorated with engraved and stamped bronze panels. In some rooms the walls are stone, in others formed to appear like ice and snow. The details throughout Shelter are built to imitate the styles of Old Earth's Industrial age and Norse culture, with an emphasis on metalwork, fur, leather, and stylized machinery.

The city is laid out in multiple levels, which are accessible both by lifts and wide spiraling streets for vehicles. At the very center of Niveus is the large, multi-level market where the items brought back to Niveus are sold. The market is surrounded by the business and entertainment districts, with homes mostly along the outer walls. At the lower levels, the science stations have access to the oceans below.

07.25.3013

There is a flurry of activity on the plate of Demos Osteros. From plasma fields of Mar Maris to mysterious elements of 4th World showing up on the Shadow of Intent, to the public gardens of Detritus and the inspection of the city walls. However, when wind of some potential geological mystery comes his way, with some mix of infectious disease and curiousities, the scholar errant can not help but have his curiousity arroused. He sends word through proper channels he would like to help with the research, contribute where he can, is told he needs to see Lady Elodie Brynne Iah, and then he leaves his lab on the Ring, follows the Ways to Niveus and seeks out Lady Elodie. No time to site see much, he is more focused on going where he was directed to find her rather than site see, even though his eyes take in larger land marks on his walking journey.

The Lady Elodie is waiting at the Ways, dressed in her armor, which doubles as her Search and Rescue outfit. She has her helmet cradled on one arm as she scans those coming in from the ways for the geological scholar. Her personal guard, a large, quiet man of darker skin stands just behind and to the right of her, scanning the crowd as well, but not in search of any particular person.

Its not hard to see who he is after and Demos makes for the lady and her guard. His own attire, fresh out of the lab - semi sterile, protective against lab reagents, but slightly in-fashion even - is the blue and grey doublet that looks fresh off the Ring. With a small satchel in toe, something weighty inside it, he makes for her and presents himself with a head bow. "My Lady," he says, "It is a pleasure to be of service." There is a slight edge to his voice, etiquette and manners, he is probably curious to dive in, practically it would seem.

"Scholar Osteros," Elodie greets with smile and an inclination of her head. "My guard, Sargeant Wolf," she introduces the two men. "I understand you have some knowledge of meteorites and minerals?" One arm gestures for him to walk alongside her. "Did you bring a hazmat suit with you?"

Smiling and listening to the introduction, Demos shakes his head to lift his satchel. "I'm afraid not Lady Elodie, I have only brought simple field detection equipment specific to geology. The best I can carry from the lab, but not a full hazmat suit. I can send for one, I wasn't aware of the potential dangers of the assocaited minerals. I had only heard some connection to infectious diseases." As if he'll do which ever, "I'll have to confess my metal-oraganic chemistry leaves something to be desired, but my geological insight could provide useful insight to your team."

Elodie listens attentively to Demo's explanations, and gives a small shake to her head. "There's no need, we have plenty of suits of our own, we can outfit you. We've hermetically sealed the place off, as the contaminants were airborne. While it appears that they're only dangerous after being mixed with water and evaporating, there's no need to take any unecessary risk." She gives a nod to Sargeant Wolf, who moves off, after a glance to assess the scholar's size, to procure said Hazmat suit. "We're hoping you can tell if there have been other meteorites like this, and if we are likely to find more. As you can imagine, a place of ice and water would have to worry about whether other type stones can be found, and the possibilites of them making it to the surface."

"Ah," responds Demos full of curiousity at this mystery. "There are a number of approaches to take. First thing would be access to a sample, both field sample and if I could put in a full request to take some to the Ring, or have large equipment brought to the field. With a geo-spectral analysis, we'll have something to build off. Not to overstep my bounds Lady Elodie, but I would also be curious, following that, if through your team we could acces any geological-imagining satelittes. Both present to collect further date as well as historical databases, which might lead to the potential for other deposits." Then a slight chuckle, "Sorry, ahead of myself probably. We can determine the likelihood of other sites in the ice first."
Elodie nods as she listens to Demos, and Sargeant Wolf joins them just before they walk through the waygate. White Gates is perceptively colder than Shelter, as not as much energy is used to keep the temperature up for entertaining off-mooners. It is not, however, as cold as outside, or frigid, really. More like a room that has the air conditioning turned up really high. The lady leads them down some corridors, greeting people as they go until they reach a sealed door that she pauses in front of to put on her helmet. The hazmat suit is handed to the scientist to put on, and then the intercoms tested. "I'll let you best figure out how to take a sample, Scholar Osteros, since it's incredibly difficult to cut. It was dulling our drills, and we were about to give a halt, anyways. You'll want to turn the heat up on the climate control of your hazmat suit," she adds, waiting for him to get settled before she activates her card and passwork to open the door.

Taking his time, he gets the suit on. Its not unfamiliar to Demos who, in order to visit most surfaces has donned the like before. All the technicalities of it might be a little off, but fundamentally the same. Nodding after the tests and listening to her, he offers, "That's a good place to start then, My Lady, see what it registers as, what its closest to and predict some reactive properties. If we can't get the sample, we can requisition some equipment to be brought here to you to help with your rare find." He is all smiles, finding rare fragments of known materials is one thing, finding something new all together, is pure excitement. Contained is his excitement, but barely.

The door opens, and they are in a large, cavernous area, where the skeleton of the new barracks was being assembled while the excavators worked further in. The rocks on the floor beneath them are veined with paler grays and blues, the veins becoming more numberous and wider until it reaches the solid black mass. Elodie indicates the darker, obsidian like barrier, indeed, it is possibly the excavators probably believe it to be some frigid variation of the lava rock and didn't think twice about trying to burrow through it.

"Fascinating," breathes Demos into the intercom, standing in silence. He then moves closers, lifting a hand to almost touch but staying himself. A silent moment respectful and in awe of this mystery before him. Not around during the infection part of this mystery, he doesn't hold that skepticism to stay his fingers. Only his curiosity drives him. Pulling out his satchel, he sets up a tripod like device and begins to tune it in. This is most like a field Geo-spectral analyzer and he slowly begins to tune it. Then as it is doing its thing, he moves closer to inspect himself. After as the initial sampling is going, he turns to ask, "But you've managed to break some of it off, or nothing at all?"

Elodie shakes her head as the man works. "From what I understand, they basically just ground into it, the only thing they could do was grind it off as a powder. That's why there were going to call a halt. They couldn't get an cuts into to chip off chunks, or pull off large enough blocks to make it economically feasible to continue." She stands a little distance back, with her arms crossed over her chest, her helmet hiding her expression.

The readout shows the basic core of the mineral to be an osmium beryllium compound, which shouldn't be able to exist.

Listening, Demos is astute, but he turns and looks at the readout being displayed from the analyzer from time to time. A few colors fluctuate here and there on the display. At first its a glance, but as she continues to stopping the process and the economic improbability of continuing as they had, he is more outright staring. As if ready to respond to what she said, he instead returns, "No, this can't be right." And moves over to point at the display and the readout. "Osmium beryllium compound … there is no way this exists naturally. I don't think any chemist would try or have reason to even make this up." He says so, scrolling threw a few screens and readouts. "Has anyone checked the ice around this for carbon dating, how long has this been there. It can't be natural …"

As the scholar looks over the sample, he'll notice that the veins in the rock around the compound form an almost solid ring around the edge where the machinery had cut in. When scanned, it doesn't appear quite as dense as the rest of the rock around it. Both the rock of the land mass around the object, and the veins, appear to be soft enough to take samples that can be cut and transported back to the lab. It is probably best to put them in hazmat safe containers.

Shaking his head, Demos might scratch it if not for the hazmat suit covering it. "This doesn't quite add up, not accounting for an early deposit between two tectonic plates that would plant this directly into a mountain, I'm curious if this points more towards the core of Niveus itself," he says as if in speculation. He moves to take the outer most samples, getting a container from the stachel so he can take a few grams. "I would say off the top of my head, my lady, that we assume the former, a visitor to the moon that most likely only occurs here. Once I take some of this data up, we might be able to organize some GIS satellites to scan for other locations to be safe." Just simple shop talk, but "As for if its the core itself, I mean, it could be that at the center of the moon, this is it, the rest of the rock formed around it as it travelled here before locking into orbit around Occulus." As if he doesn't want to ponder that.

From the long silence on her intercom, Elodie clearly doesn't want to consider the idea that Niveus's core could be made up of a potentially lethally hazardous rock either. Finally, she gives a nod. "If you'd like to take any samples with you that you deem safe, that would be fine. I'll talk to my Lady Sister Iah, and see if we can retrofit our weather satellites to do double duty, if that would be a possible solution for finding the information you are looking for?"

A slow nod, he grins, dangerous yes, fascinating more so for Demos. "Safe samples yes, then a contained sample later with the appropriate equipment for handling if you wouldn't mind that. We could arrange for an escort to assure its safety, and the safety of your people, My Lady." He's torn between looking at Elodie and the obsidian-like mystery they have uncovered. "Have you brought in a metal-organic chemist to this one? I ponder purpose of this. It doesn't make geological sense for such a compound to exist. Literelly odds are stacked against it, its more than a longshot, more like one occurance in the universe … but if there is the possibility of more." He shrugs, as with the core, best not to go down that road at the moment. She asked about the possibility of more, he needs to focus on the tangent.

"Lord Brigham Peake is a part of the research team investigating the Stone," Elodie replies lightly, letting the man take whichever samples he neads. For the most part, any samples taken from anywhere around the Stone, behave as they should. "I do not know what his chemical specialty is… I have the impression that whatever catches his fancy at any given time is his specialty." Her voice is more amiable than dry, indicating an admiration for the rather quirky young man's brain. "He is quite brilliant, although you may want to wear optical filters while talking with him."

Grinning a little, Demos starts to pack up the samples he is taking. As he moves to the small field equipment, he responds, "I imagine anything new might continually spark that interest." A pause as the data is saved and the machine powers down, "Optical filters … is that a metaphor for his bright speech." A chuckle as he catches the pun there, "Or simply admiration of his intelligence," as he might of been imagining the wrong sort of colorful that someone would need a filter for. "As for you mystery here, I'll do what I can, but I have some work on Detritus that will call for some of my attention as well."

Elodie chuckles "No metaphor at all, Scholar Osteros. It's a reference to his clothing." Once he has his equipment set, she turns and leads the way out. "I'll let you into the anticonamination area first. It will spray you down to make sure you haven't picked up any dust, and then you can walk through to the second room to take off your suit."

Nodding, he moves to step in, following the procedure, but Demos asks last second, "They can check my containers, to see nothing is contaminated that I'm taking with me?" He trusts his equipment, but they've worked closer to this mystery, he doesn't want to miss anything. Then proceeds all the way through, unless something is leaking, but ends up his regular old self. Where he waits the lady and her bodyguard, or vice verse.

Elodie nods as she listens to Demos, and Sargeant Wolf joins them just before they walk through the waygate. White Gates is perceptively colder than Shelter, as not as much energy is used to keep the temperature up for entertaining off-mooners. It is not, however, as cold as outside, or frigid, really. More like a room that has the air conditioning turned up really high. The lady leads them down some corridors, greeting people as they go until they reach a sealed door that she pauses in front of to put on her helmet. The hazmat suit is handed to the scientist to put on, and then the intercoms tested. "I'll let you best figure out how to take a sample, Scholar Osteros, since it's incredibly difficult to cut. It was dulling our drills, and we were about to give a halt, anyways. You'll want to turn the heat up on the climate control of your hazmat suit," she adds, waiting for him to get settled before she activates her card and passwork to open the door.

Taking his time, he gets the suit on. Its not unfamiliar to Demos who, in order to visit most surfaces has donned the like before. All the technicalities of it might be a little off, but fundamentally the same. Nodding after the tests and listening to her, he offers, "That's a good place to start then, My Lady, see what it registers as, what its closest to and predict some reactive properties. If we can't get the sample, we can requisition some equipment to be brought here to you to help with your rare find." He is all smiles, finding rare fragments of known materials is one thing, finding something new all together, is pure excitement. Contained is his excitement, but barely.

The door opens, and they are in a large, cavernous area, where the skeleton of the new barracks was being assembled while the excavators worked further in. The rocks on the floor beneath them are veined with paler grays and blues, the veins becoming more numberous and wider until it reaches the solid black mass. Elodie indicates the darker, obsidian like barrier, indeed, it is possibly the excavators probably believe it to be some frigid variation of the lava rock and didn't think twice about trying to burrow through it.

"Fascinating," breathes Demos into the intercom, standing in silence. He then moves closers, lifting a hand to almost touch but staying himself. A silent moment respectful and in awe of this mystery before him. Not around during the infection part of this mystery, he doesn't hold that skepticism to stay his fingers. Only his curiosity drives him. Pulling out his satchel, he sets up a tripod like device and begins to tune it in. This is most like a field Geo-spectral analyzer and he slowly begins to tune it. Then as it is doing its thing, he moves closer to inspect himself. After as the initial sampling is going, he turns to ask, "But you've managed to break some of it off, or nothing at all?"

Elodie shakes her head as the man works. "From what I understand, they basically just ground into it, the only thing they could do was grind it off as a powder. That's why there were going to call a halt. They couldn't get an cuts into to chip off chunks, or pull off large enough blocks to make it economically feasible to continue." She stands a little distance back, with her arms crossed over her chest, her helmet hiding her expression.

The readout shows the basic core of the mineral to be an osmium beryllium compound, which shouldn't be able to exist.

Listening, Demos is astute, but he turns and looks at the readout being displayed from the analyzer from time to time. A few colors fluctuate here and there on the display. At first its a glance, but as she continues to stopping the process and the economic improbability of continuing as they had, he is more outright staring. As if ready to respond to what she said, he instead returns, "No, this can't be right." And moves over to point at the display and the readout. "Osmium beryllium compound … there is no way this exists naturally. I don't think any chemist would try or have reason to even make this up." He says so, scrolling threw a few screens and readouts. "Has anyone checked the ice around this for carbon dating, how long has this been there. It can't be natural …"

As the scholar looks over the sample, he'll notice that the veins in the rock around the compound form an almost solid ring around the edge where the machinery had cut in. When scanned, it doesn't appear quite as dense as the rest of the rock around it. Both the rock of the land mass around the object, and the veins, appear to be soft enough to take samples that can be cut and transported back to the lab. It is probably best to put them in hazmat safe containers.

Shaking his head, Demos might scratch it if not for the hazmat suit covering it. "This doesn't quite add up, not accounting for an early deposit between two tectonic plates that would plant this directly into a mountain, I'm curious if this points more towards the core of Niveus itself," he says as if in speculation. He moves to take the outer most samples, getting a container from the stachel so he can take a few grams. "I would say off the top of my head, my lady, that we assume the former, a visitor to the moon that most likely only occurs here. Once I take some of this data up, we might be able to organize some GIS satellites to scan for other locations to be safe." Just simple shop talk, but "As for if its the core itself, I mean, it could be that at the center of the moon, this is it, the rest of the rock formed around it as it travelled here before locking into orbit around Occulus." As if he doesn't want to ponder that.

From the long silence on her intercom, Elodie clearly doesn't want to consider the idea that Niveus's core could be made up of a potentially lethally hazardous rock either. Finally, she gives a nod. "If you'd like to take any samples with you that you deem safe, that would be fine. I'll talk to my Lady Sister Iah, and see if we can retrofit our weather satellites to do double duty, if that would be a possible solution for finding the information you are looking for?"

A slow nod, he grins, dangerous yes, fascinating more so for Demos. "Safe samples yes, then a contained sample later with the appropriate equipment for handling if you wouldn't mind that. We could arrange for an escort to assure its safety, and the safety of your people, My Lady." He's torn between looking at Elodie and the obsidian-like mystery they have uncovered. "Have you brought in a metal-organic chemist to this one? I ponder purpose of this. It doesn't make geological sense for such a compound to exist. Literelly odds are stacked against it, its more than a longshot, more like one occurance in the universe … but if there is the possibility of more." He shrugs, as with the core, best not to go down that road at the moment. She asked about the possibility of more, he needs to focus on the tangent.

"Lord Brigham Peake is a part of the research team investigating the Stone," Elodie replies lightly, letting the man take whichever samples he neads. For the most part, any samples taken from anywhere around the Stone, behave as they should. "I do not know what his chemical specialty is… I have the impression that whatever catches his fancy at any given time is his specialty." Her voice is more amiable than dry, indicating an admiration for the rather quirky young man's brain. "He is quite brilliant, although you may want to wear optical filters while talking with him."

Grinning a little, Demos starts to pack up the samples he is taking. As he moves to the small field equipment, he responds, "I imagine anything new might continually spark that interest." A pause as the data is saved and the machine powers down, "Optical filters … is that a metaphor for his bright speech." A chuckle as he catches the pun there, "Or simply admiration of his intelligence," as he might of been imagining the wrong sort of colorful that someone would need a filter for. "As for you mystery here, I'll do what I can, but I have some work on Detritus that will call for some of my attention as well."

Elodie chuckles "No metaphor at all, Scholar Osteros. It's a reference to his clothing." Once he has his equipment set, she turns and leads the way out. "I'll let you into the anticonamination area first. It will spray you down to make sure you haven't picked up any dust, and then you can walk through to the second room to take off your suit."

Nodding, he moves to step in, following the procedure, but Demos asks last second, "They can check my containers, to see nothing is contaminated that I'm taking with me?" He trusts his equipment, but they've worked closer to this mystery, he doesn't want to miss anything. Then proceeds all the way through, unless something is leaking, but ends up his regular old self. Where he waits the lady and her bodyguard, or vice verse.

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