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So: data points. Has anyone messed around with them? I mean, if you switch too many times does your head explode? Is there a limit on how fast you can switch between different ones?

Besides that, how long does winter last here? Is this one of those 'don't let the ground freeze if you want to plant things in early spring' places? I mean yeah, I had a lot of stuffed beamed into my brain, but thought I'd check if anyone had been here long enough to have first-hand experience.

Also, does anyone have any experience with magic, knowing the future, tarot cards, stuff like that? Just curious. Or well, I have a question, I guess.

[She tries really hard to sound casual about that last part.]

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While I cannot speak to switching between the datapoints, you may use the Communication Device, looking at the records of who is here, to see what Datapoints individuals are using. So yes, they have been made use of.

I myself have been using the ‘Communications’ one, it has made these devices easier for me to understand. I have had it since I arrived, and as of yet I have suffered no ill effects. Though I am the first to admit I have made no changes between them.

Winter lasts roughly three months, and I expect the snow should begin soon. I cannot speak to the status of the ground, it is not my area of expertise. But we will still have the Greenhouse for some things. Perhaps one of those with the Agriculture datapoint can speak to this question.

And I have not heard tell of any with a gift of foretelling here. Of course, it might be a thing where one might not speak of it often. I do not know how such magic might be seen in worlds beyond my own. Magic in general, at least as it manifests in my world, I can speak to, though.

Oh well. Thanks anyway Lark.

You are quite welcome my dear. Do not fret yourself about the datapoints. You are young yet, are you not? There is no reason you should not expect others to handle such things if you are worried. Certainly there are always other ways to help.

If it would be permissible, might I ask about the interest in magic?

I'm eighteen. And that's not what I said at all. I have one, I just want to know if there's drawbacks to switching depending on the situation.

Like I said, there's a question I want to ask.

Ah, forgive me. It has most commonly been my personal preference not to read the ‘dictionary’ entries upon the others here, which might impart information for age and the like, as it seems far too intrusive to do so. I shall not make that mistake again.

It is my belief that there are those who have switched in the past. Hopefully this can be confirmed. What I can say with certainty is that to touch one you already have removes it. This I tested when I first made use. I believe no harm was done, but I have not looked into it in a more extensive matter.

Meanwhile I do admit I am interested in this method of foretelling you are implying here. In our world those who can see the future may scry it, and may choose to do so, but they are not able to ask specific questions. That is the form foresight takes in yours? I should wonder if the answers received are clear.

Okay.

Scrying, in my world, is sort of dangerous. Like mirrors. Readings are safer. Normally, what my mom tells most people is that they are 'true but not specific'.

But, I'm not a psychic, or else I could probably ask for myself.

[Okay, give Lark a moment there to process this. Because in her world scrying was no more dangerous than any other form of magic and the idea that it could be dangerous is a little bit shocking.

Plus the mirrors thing. They are so uncommon in her world, the Circle barely had many that weren’t just the ones used for scrying.]

True but not specific sounds very much like the results our scryers might get. They could sense, for instance, a pending earthquake, but rarely with enough specificity to be of as much help as might be desired. Though I would not be shocked if there were those at Lightsbridge who might attempt such readings as you suggest.

The magics I know regarding the telling of events are based in the past or present, and not the future. So I apologize for not having more to offer there.

Winter lasts too long. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of a good ski slope and a hot tub at the end, but neither of those have materialized in the winters I've been here. If you want to know about anything besides plants, I could be your man.

You're going to have to tighten up the brief on that very beguiling question, too. Magic, the future, tarot cards, those are all very different areas. I can deal in the future, but I won't be pulling any rabbits out of anywhere. I might be able to tell you how your planets align, if you're into a more casual first date.

I'm from Virginia. It's cold, but not that cold, and we only get a few real snow days. So I'm trying to manage my expectations. And really? What about ice skating? But I want to set up a small greenhouse but I'm not sure if I should wait until spring or not. We've been talking about glass panels, but if it snows a lot I'm worried about the weight. So there's some non-plant-related questions, too.

A specific person's future. Back home, when someone knew my future, it was always the same. I want to find out if it's the same here. If anything's changed.

I've got a boyfriend and that's enough trouble already. So I'm not into dates. And I'm the only in my family that doesn't specifically have psychic powers, so trust me I'm very aware of how my planets align. Though I'm no good with rabbits, either.

[She laughs a little, a smile to her voice.]

A greenhouse wouldn't be a problem, the bigger job is definitely rationalizing those materials. You know there's a great, big greenhouse right in the middle of the city, right? This boyfriend has got to be someone back home, otherwise he hasn't been showing you around properly. In either case, you should reconsider that stance on dates, because I can get you into some skates in a minute, I'll freeze the lake myself. That part might be harder. Two minutes.

The future is always changing. What would be the point, if it didn't?

I'm very aware. Basically I want to have some place where I can test ... exotic variants, to make sure they'll play nice with local plants, before I introduce them to the main greenhouse. It seems to provide a fair amount of the food here, so I don't want to disrupt things there if I can help it. Nothing huge, just something next to our place here so I can check on it.

He is here, and we've had some fun times, actually. It's not like there's a thriving nightlife, and he's been skipping out on taking me places-- unless you have suggestions. Of course, you imply that to him and he'll probably try and come up with something bigger than freezing a lake.

[It's exasperated and fond all at once.]

Back home he used to throw these parties. Fast cars, loud music, fireworks, explosions. But Temba's different, and no one really seems interested in that stuff around here, or have the supplies. But he still tries to make things special, and that's enough to make me happy.

So, no. No dates unless we're both invited.

[She pauses slightly, but then adds:]

Back home, everyone who saw my future sees the exact same thing. Since I was a kid. So I want to believe things are different, but if I'm wrong-- someone gets hurt.

If you're both open to it, I might actually suggest a different arrangement. There's a community here of, uh, mushroom people. Funfronds, you can look them up. They've been doing a lot of work naturalizing the more exotic plants that have been brought here with us. They'll have laid some groundwork already for a project like yours.

They wouldn't be into the explosions, though. Maybe you go get your hands dirty with the mushrooms, and your boyfriend and I will find out who can go faster.

You're going to have to wind the tape back a bit on that immutable prophecy thing. You want a different future, and the one everyone tells you that you're stuck with is going to be a tragedy? I've never been keen on being told what to do myself, that sounds like a pretty easy choice to me.

They helped out during the volcano, right? Yeah, I'll ask. Though some of these plant I want to experiment with might be unpredictable in ways other than soil acidity. They're magic, sort of. So I don't really know what will happen when I plant them.

Oh, I think he'd like that a lot. And I'm more than content to go play with the mushrooms. He hasn't had anyone to race since we got here. It might be good for him.

[She sighs, and tries to think of how to phrase it.]

If I kiss my true love, they die.

[There's a pause, and what sounds suspiciously like Blue angrily kicking a rock into the water.]

Which is-- ridiculous, right? What does that even mean? Is he my true love because he was my first, or is there someone forty years in my future that I'm supposed to murder? But I can't just-- if I'm wrong I kill him.

So, I want things to be different. I thought-- I don't know. I thought that if someone here did readings, and they came up with a different story, maybe it'd mean something.

I gotta be honest, 'magical plants' sounds like you're actively trying to annoy me, I can't think of a worse thing to try to apply logic to, do you want to talk about the thing you're most ashamed of instead? You can let me know when you work it out with the Funfronds, or maybe Donnie, he does magic and plants. Donatello. You'll know him when you see him. Building a greenhouse, I can do that part, just lie to me and tell me you're filling it with roses.

You're right, the whole magic thing is ridiculous, there is no real meaning there, we've got to break it down. The only part of that I'm willing to accept as binary is 'die', the rest of it can mean anything, you've got to know how you're defining 'kiss' and 'true' and 'love', and if giving CPR to your sister counts. Can't we just deal with whatever deadly bacteria is in your mouth? Are you just part of some weird abstinence cult?

Let me have one of your replicator rations for next month so I can get the diner more cinnamon and I’ll test the switching speed/volume thing for you right now.

Also don’t worry about the ground. It’ll be fine. Has been every year. Though really do your best not to play important shit outside of the greenhouse. I can personally tell you how to shit the Jedi Temple went with all their plantings after they didn’t have an Ag expertise person checking on the stuff regularly. Those plants were mean after the storms mutated them.

Basically the soil in the greenhouses is safer for plants, unless you’ve apparently got an in with the little mushroom people who will help things stay normal apparently?

[Kavinsky was out and about, but he always had time to talk to Blue. Especially since hearing her lovely voice would keep him company on his errands.]

Hey, sweetheart.

[His voice was the sort of warm and fond and in love that was reserved solely for Blue.]

Can't help with the data points, 'cause I've just been sticking with the one- and I figure you wouldn't want me to risk exploding, anyway.

[Cause he would, he absolutely would- not explode, but test it.]

But-

[How did he word this-]

Are you asking about the future because of me?

Hey, Babydoll.

[It was warm and fond-- it had started off as a tease, because he'd said it to her once upon a not very long time ago. But somehow calling Kavinsky her babydoll felt pleasant. Maybe because she knew that she could, that they were dating, and she meant it in a way that was tender rather than flippant.]

I most certainly do not want you exploding. And-- yeah. I am. I wanted... I don't know. I thought if there was someone that could do readings, I could see if it was still the same. Because I want to kiss you. I hate that I can't, but I don't want to risk it when there's a chance I could-- you know.

[She sighs, seeming to deflate a little from voicing her agitation outloud.]

You're important to me. I don't think this place is part of the future I was supposed to have. But I'm-- too scared to risk it.

[It was a shame she couldn't see the way he smiled. He wasn't used to being called sweet things, and that made this all the sweeter.]

I'll just stick with exploding other things.

[Which he was quite good at, if he did say so himself.]

I want to kiss you, too. Dream about it, sometimes. But, you know, I don't blame you for anything. Like, being scared and not wanting to risk it. If it was me, I'd feel the same way. I could never do something that would hurt you.

[Never mind that he had before. It was...different. And he was trying to be better now, determined.]

Hey, speaking of- d'you think it's still warm enough to do shit outside sometime?

Yeah? If you're blowing stuff up, I wanna watch.

[He might not be able to see her smile, but he can probably hear the warmth in her voice. Because she thought that he was good at it too, when she was being honest. She had liked his parties, back when she went to them.]

You dream about me a lot? [It was fond more than teasing.]

And I know. You've been- nothing but kind and patient, and it means so much to me. But I still want it. I want you. And it feels almost reflexive; like of course I should kiss you. And then I can't. So I wanted to try, even if odds are that they'd have told me the same thing anyway.

[But he changes the subject, and she's relieved for it.]

Yeah, probably. Just might want to bring a heated blanket or a bonfire. But I'm sure we could find ways to stay warm, if you wanted to make a plan for something.

[There's absolutely something suggestive to her tone, a bit more overt than she usually is, but she's in a bit of a mood after everything, and she wants to just burrow herself into his arms and his warmth and his heart.]

I'll be sure to let you know the next time something needs to be blown up.

[What was a good explosion without anybody around to watch it, anyway?]

Sometimes, yeah. I guess I can't stop thinking about you even when I'm asleep.

[He had referred to her once as the love of his life, and he'd meant it with his whole heart. He thought, if it was possible, that he loved her more with every passing day.]

Mmm. Okay. I think all of the above sounds like a good idea. A heated blanket and a bonfire. It'd really set the mood.

[And, you know, encourage further romance.]

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