Constellation 08

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[There are several piles of snow on the Plane today. There's enough of it to cover a small section of the 'floor' in it, as well as scatterings here and there. Arthur is sitting in the middle of it, dressed appropriately for the cold, at least, with a heavy winter jacket and large snow boots. His cheeks are a bright red, though whether this is because of the cold or the scotch currently being filtered by his body is anyone's guess.

There are tuffs of snow on his hair and clothes, but these are ignored in favor of the drawing in the snow he seems to be working on at the moment. Equations, to be exact] 
[Experiment start, as well~]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy is strolling along, hands in pockets, a bit distracted. He passes Arthur, not seeming to notice, and then upon realizing there is snow, he doubles back]

You brought snow. I love snow.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Isn't it wonderful? The winter months are by far my favorites.

[Handy may note that there is a slight slurr to Arthur's words, though they're still easy enough to comprehend]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Oh mine, too.

[grins a little as he sits down, noticing that slur]

Someone seems in high spirits.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[still working on the equation, even as he humms contently] Hard not to be, really. I spent the day with Charles.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Arthur has his complete attention now] Charles? [raises an eyebrow, smiling] And who's he, then?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor leans down and tilts his head, looking at the equation. He adds his own measurements on the side and sits down.]

There we are then! That's better.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur glances at the added measurements, grinning as he works them into a new equation] Thank you. It'll be much simpler to figure out, at this rate.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.] You were doing fine on your own, really. Just couldn't help adding a note.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur pauses mid-variable, and it looks as if he's thinking] I like your laugh. Which is probablly strange to think, considering it's my own laugh, but I think it sounds nice.

[and he's right back to writing out his equation]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He blinks.]

Oh? Well, I do rather like it. It has a nice tone. Though, I pay more attention to it because it does vary through regenerations. I liked my Eighth's laugh, now that I think about it.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Reinette glances at it with a somewhat restrained smile]

And here I thought I had seen an end to the snow this season.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Oh it's still snowing, in my reality. I suppose the seasonal changes might not match up.

[He looks up at her, smiling] 'ello, I'm Arthur Eddington.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I suppose not, no. Nothing is particularly routine in this place.

[her smile grows in measures]

You are the one that resembles the Doctor. My name is Jeanne Antionette Poisson, though most call me Reinette here.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Madame the Pompadour? We had a lecture on you, once, during my years in the University.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[that has yet to cease to be disconcerting]

Hopefully it was not terribly dull.

[madamemoiselle]

{YOU AND YOUR GODDAMN POSTING AFTER I GO TO SLEEP

I mean, Diva is looking curiously at the equations he's drawing}

What are those?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[It's because I don't love you.

Arthur looks up at Diva for a moment, before turning back to his work] Equations I'm working on, in my spare time.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{s-sob

Diva blinks, and pronounces the word carefully, her French accent slipping into the word}

E-qua-tion. An equation? And what is that?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[I kid, I love you, you whore ♥

He pauses, then settles back so that he can look up at Diva properly while he explains. There's aslight slur in his words due to the alcohol] It's a way of using mathematical sysmbols, like numbers or signs, to show that two things are exactly the same.

You can think of it like writing, but in mathematical terms. Each set of symbols on either sign of the equal sign [points] are called expressions. Like sentences that make up a paragraph.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She hears the slur, so she sits down in the snow with him}

Mm, that sounds complicated. I never learned ciphering, so I guess that's why I've never heard of it.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[UGH SNOW

Isaiah is missing bright sun and blinding heat, and moves closer to the snow to express his disgust, at which points he sees Eddington's equations.]

Oh my god, is that like, alien writing?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Oh, not quite. It's mathematics.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure that's from beyond the stars, man.

[he pauses, looks around, and snickers]

Figuratively.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

I could explain it, if you'd like. It's not that complicated.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[His eyes widen and he looks vaguely frightened. Hesitantly,]

Sure.