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Yeah, hello and greetings to all of us on the Voidtrecker Express. My name's Lan Jingyi for those who don't know me, and I'm still Lan Jingyi even if you know me.

( he did cup his fist to bow to the camera, but now he's waving a hand in front of himself, as if dismissing the . )

Do any of you know practical forms of practising this CPR stuff? I get the idea, and since technically we aren't supposed to go around using our energies on each other without being careful I get why it's important, but how do you practise any of this practically?

( someone fully reviewed the First Aid course after pulling together in the wake of the most recent one day exhaustion of mission assistance. only the CPR stuff is just taunting him when there's enough people mortal here he doesn't want to actively injure them worse if it ever comes up, thanks. )

Second, if anyone is................................................ of a spiritual persuasion, and is up for working with me on something involving truth telling, let me know.

( he reaches to turn off the ICP from live recording, then pauses, and pulls his hand back to point at the screen. he doesn't really think any of this is an issue, and mostly he's handling the 'don't yell at me randomly' part, but: )

Right! Third thing, I'm going flying in the garden carriage 'tonight', which means if you run through and use weather you get to deal with dripping dragon, that's not on me. Also no peeping, or shouting, both are annoying, thank you, goodbye.

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With Hero Jake saying he's willing to teach, that'd make at least two of us—there's a new person, Xie-xiong, who's saying the same thing too. I'm sure it'll be useful, especially since people like Hero Jake ( roll with him here, it's a polite way to talk about Jake, as far as he knows, and he's lapsing toward familiar things at the moment; ) have the knowledge and desire to inform people looking to learn.

( ah! wait! printing! he perks up, then looks... confused. )

We can print paper replacements?

( someone has not been introduced directly to the 3D printer, and just thinks of it as that odd looking large boxy thing in standard carriage. he does, however, know about the paper printer. )

['Hero Jake', huh? Devero doesn't say anything about that, but he's absolutely filing that little tidbit away.]

I could probably help instruct. I let my certs lapse, but it wasn't that long ago; I still remember how to perform it.

[It actually takes him a second to realize what paper has to do with anything, since he bothers with it so rarely himself.] ...Oh! No, I mean using the other printer. The 3D one?

( what else to call everyone, voidtrecker isn't something he knows jake accepts! not that much is relevant anyway. )

I have no idea what certs are, but that doesn't sound horrible, so it also sounds good to me.

( a longer pause. )

... What does that mean.

( what do three dee's have to do with it. )

Hell, sorry, my certifications. Er, that I'm trained and qualified to perform CPR and other first aid, I mean.

[He considers trying to explain for a moment, then just says:] Do you want me to show you?

( with a wave of his hand: )

Got it, so it's something that says you've been trained in such and such a style. Is it similar to things like licenses?

( and then: )

Yes, please show me. Explaining probably would only make a little sense.

( he does perk up then, considering he'd rather know what in the heavens it is, and a general explanation won't be enough. )

Standard carriage?

[Fingerguns.] Like licenses, yes!

Standard carriage. I'll meet you there.

[And he makes his way there immediately, taking advantage of the transgates to keep the trip short even though he detours through the lab car quickly. He rolls up in Standard in loose pants and a tank top, a box clamped under one big, tattooed arm, and heads right for the Kree printer to boot it up.]

( Jingyi's not far behind, for similar reasons, though he's dressed in what are for him his usual robes--and his only set, still. Mostly white, light blue highlights, a particular cut so his tail is left free access behind him.

He lifts his hands to touch fingers to fingers and nod a quick bow, though he's looking at both whatever machine is making noises getting ready and the box that Devero carried in as well. )

That whole thing is a printer? Huh.

( He peers at it, trying to make it make sense of what manner of printing this whole thing does, compared to the much smaller one that makes paper off an ereader. )

So the stuff it makes isn't made out of paper. What is it made out of?

[Devero returns the gesture, fingers to fingers and a quick bob, before waving Jingyi over.]

Whole thing, yup. [He paps the top of the printer, which makes the box, set on top, rattle.

The printer itself is, of course, much higher tech than its simpler paper counterpart. There's a big, glowing screen on one end, and a big open compartment that's ccurrently empty, and enclosed with clear glass (or, more probably, some durable alien analogue).

Dev touches the bottom edge of the screen with his fingertips, angling it up and out from the main body of the machine.] It's made out of whatever you feed into it for raw materials. Anything like glass, metal, plastic-- oh! It does have to be inorganic stuff. You can't fill the bin with, like, leaves or anything like that.

... What's inorganic? Isn't organic anything natural? Is glass and metal unnatural? Plastic I don't get where it comes from, but that other stuff, lightning and sand can make glass, metal is in rock and stuff, how isn't that organic?

( he's plainly confused, and this more likely a translation issue; he simply doesn't understand what divide is being made. )

[And of course, the distinction between the two is so obvious to Devero that for a moment he flounders over how to describe it. But he hasn't been here as long as he has-- and spent as long intimately involved with someone generally tech ignorant as his fiance-- without getting a little experience figuring out how to describe this stuff.]

Organic is more like... a direct product of a living thing. Like, wool is an organic product because you can pretty much use it the way it is when it comes off the sheep. But metal, even if it's found in nature, has to go through a lot of processing before it's in a form that can even be used to make things.

Glass too-- yeah, a lucky lightning strike on a beach can make glass, but you sure can't use that glass as the window in your bedroom. You see?

Not entirely, but I get it enough.

( he thinks to some degree there are differences in translation and culture and truths of world to world, but he'll agree that Devero must have the logic for this machine, its rules and definitions. thus he understands enough to not be shoving in leaves, or bread, though bread is by that definition still, well, processed? lots goes into making bread!

but it isn't the point, and that he knows. )

Now's probably a good time to mention no one has glass windows where I'm from, huh?

( he grins, looking amused. one more song that sings different between him and another on the voidtrain. not the first, not the last, but this one is nice: this one doesn't sting. it has no teeth, only wings, brushing gently past flesh. )

Then rock, just rock, that wouldn't work either, would it?

[Devero blinks at him, then shakes his head and snorts softly-- at himself.] You'd think I'd have learned by now to stop assuming.

...You know, I don't actually know. That's a good question. My knee-jerk reaction is that it wouldn't, but it probably depends on the exact mechanics of how this thing works.

[Which he definitely does not understand. He turns a speculative look on the printer, and may or may not be wondering how likely it is to malfunction if they fill the hopper with stones before trying to print something.]

... Wait, can we try that?

( his tail is curling into a curious sort of shape, much like a cats, while regarding the printer. his finger curls to rest against his chin. it won't break that easily, right? )

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