APP POOOOOOST
Character: Dairine Callahan
Series: Young Wizards
Age:12
Canon: So, on the one hand, we have the Lone Power, an ancient evil force from beyond space and time. On the other, we have a ragtag group of oddballs--the most immediately relevant of which happen to be between the ages of eleven and sixteen--armed with nothing but wits, determination, and eldrich powers granted to them by the Powers that Be.
We all know what must happen next.
Now enter Dairine Callahan. A snarky, direct, outspoken, and highly intelligent redhead, Dairine Callahan made one of the most major decisions in her life as a toddler--that knowing things was the only kind of power, and that she would therefore aspire to know everything. Some decade later, she found vindication in this assumption when she became, like her older sister Nita, a young wizard--one of the youngest, in fact, of all those we meet throughout the entire series. In Diane Duane's world, this also means that Dairine is one of the most powerful. The fact that Dairine has an entire alien race of digital intelligences from a faraway planet (aka the Motherboard) to draw on for power and information doesn't hurt, either. In fact, though she is mostly human, Dairine has a bit of the machine in herself. Her constant companion is Spot, a sentient computer that acts as both resource and friend to her.
Permission to mention Nita in this app has been obtained from the mun
Sample Post: Nitrogen levels at seventy-eight percent, oxygen twenty-one, trace elements and water vapor at one percent... Any signs of toxicity? No? Alright.
Spot, I don't think we're on Ganymede any more. The presence of Terran-type tree-analogues would have been a pretty big tipoff from the very beginning, actually. The atmospheric conditions are suspiciously similar to Earth's, but the local animal life is nothing like anything I've ever seen on Earth before. I mean, they're a bit similar, but since when does Earth have purple gorillas? We don't...
...okay, that one was wearing a Star Wars teeshirt, but that doesn't prove anything.
Alright. Wherever we are, we're here for a reason. Maybe we were diverted here by something, or maybe we just accidentally entered the wrong coordinates--which I don't think is likely, because I would know better--but either way, we can get something useful done. This place feels almost like it's Overshadowed to me. Like there's a dark influence at the edge of everything, watching and controlling every move that each and every inhabitant makes--and if that doesn't sound like something our old buddy Mr. Source-of-all-things-nasty and-lame would instigate, then I don't know what does! But it doesn't feel like he's here in person, either. If we can just poke around a bit here, I'm sure we can get this place mopped up in no time at a--
...
Hey, that's odd. Spot, did you just receive an encrypted message from the Motherboard? No? Because they just sent one to me. Directly into my head, I mean. I don't exactly have the software to parse it properly, and it doesn't look like it's a simple text file or anything like that--here, I'll transfer it over to you, see if you can convert it into something a bit more coherent to me.
...oh, it's an image file? I wasn't expecting that. Why would they send us a WHAT IS THAT BEAR DOING TO MY SISTER. This is not from the Motherboard. Whoever or whatever did send it, I am going to take whatever hand, claw, tentacle, or other miscellaneous appendage or appendages it used to create this image and I'm going to MAKE IT EAT IT. IN ELEVENTH-MONTH-OLD CRANBERRY SAUCE.
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Series: Young Wizards
Age:12
Canon: So, on the one hand, we have the Lone Power, an ancient evil force from beyond space and time. On the other, we have a ragtag group of oddballs--the most immediately relevant of which happen to be between the ages of eleven and sixteen--armed with nothing but wits, determination, and eldrich powers granted to them by the Powers that Be.
We all know what must happen next.
Now enter Dairine Callahan. A snarky, direct, outspoken, and highly intelligent redhead, Dairine Callahan made one of the most major decisions in her life as a toddler--that knowing things was the only kind of power, and that she would therefore aspire to know everything. Some decade later, she found vindication in this assumption when she became, like her older sister Nita, a young wizard--one of the youngest, in fact, of all those we meet throughout the entire series. In Diane Duane's world, this also means that Dairine is one of the most powerful. The fact that Dairine has an entire alien race of digital intelligences from a faraway planet (aka the Motherboard) to draw on for power and information doesn't hurt, either. In fact, though she is mostly human, Dairine has a bit of the machine in herself. Her constant companion is Spot, a sentient computer that acts as both resource and friend to her.
Permission to mention Nita in this app has been obtained from the mun
Sample Post: Nitrogen levels at seventy-eight percent, oxygen twenty-one, trace elements and water vapor at one percent... Any signs of toxicity? No? Alright.
Spot, I don't think we're on Ganymede any more. The presence of Terran-type tree-analogues would have been a pretty big tipoff from the very beginning, actually. The atmospheric conditions are suspiciously similar to Earth's, but the local animal life is nothing like anything I've ever seen on Earth before. I mean, they're a bit similar, but since when does Earth have purple gorillas? We don't...
...okay, that one was wearing a Star Wars teeshirt, but that doesn't prove anything.
Alright. Wherever we are, we're here for a reason. Maybe we were diverted here by something, or maybe we just accidentally entered the wrong coordinates--which I don't think is likely, because I would know better--but either way, we can get something useful done. This place feels almost like it's Overshadowed to me. Like there's a dark influence at the edge of everything, watching and controlling every move that each and every inhabitant makes--and if that doesn't sound like something our old buddy Mr. Source-of-all-things-nasty and-lame would instigate, then I don't know what does! But it doesn't feel like he's here in person, either. If we can just poke around a bit here, I'm sure we can get this place mopped up in no time at a--
...
Hey, that's odd. Spot, did you just receive an encrypted message from the Motherboard? No? Because they just sent one to me. Directly into my head, I mean. I don't exactly have the software to parse it properly, and it doesn't look like it's a simple text file or anything like that--here, I'll transfer it over to you, see if you can convert it into something a bit more coherent to me.
...oh, it's an image file? I wasn't expecting that. Why would they send us a WHAT IS THAT BEAR DOING TO MY SISTER. This is not from the Motherboard. Whoever or whatever did send it, I am going to take whatever hand, claw, tentacle, or other miscellaneous appendage or appendages it used to create this image and I'm going to MAKE IT EAT IT. IN ELEVENTH-MONTH-OLD CRANBERRY SAUCE.
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