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Pompeii glanced around Shang to see yet another knight, "A leech? I am no bloodsucking parasite, human or annelid worm." She paused and added, trying to be friendly, "Do you have something in your eye? If its the red dust I would suggest seeing if someone has any water to flush it out. I have a feeling that having this dust in your eye would not be a good thing." Pompeii glanced down at the ground and absently dug her toe into the dirt. The red dust coating her purple boot. "I wonder if this is like the moon's regolith." She asked absently, barely hearing as Shang introduced the pink knight next to him, she did however catch one particular important word.

Her head snapped up and before she even thought about it her mouth was open and out popped, "Another one? Damn Shang. How many more in your family are there?" She smiled brightly at the female redhead, "Hello, nice to meet you. Has Maia had a chance to train with you yet? What do you..." Her questions were interrupted by Shang shouting out something about pen and paper. Glancing around the purple squire spotted a cowboy knight who seemed to be searching for something. "Oh, he wants to send a note." Pompeii was still rather fuzzy on the whole letter thing since she hadn't really sent or received more then a hand full of them.

Any further questions or observations however were squished as the squire who seemed to be running things called the meeting to order. "Good, the sooner I can go home the sooner I can finish my book," Pompeii muttered as she took her set. All thoughts of her book quickly faded as the implications of the ring update became greater as time passed. Finally she would be able to make notes about others safely. Granted she would be sharing access but it still meant she could observe and note everything she has found out so far, which admittedly was quite little.



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Havasu heard the best sentence he had heard all night, well since he talked to Delilah at least. He quickly made his way over to a bright pink page who held his salvation in her hands. "Thanks Red." He flashed her a bright and very grateful smile as he took the offered paper and pen. A bench offered a quick writing desk and before you could shake your hat Havasu had his letter written and was folding it origami style. "Learned this trick in middle school. Doesn't require any wax, tape, or glue to close and its relatively simple to open back up." He was talking to no one in particular as he scrawled Phact's name across the front of it and securely pressed his ring into the 'back side' leaving a slightly embossed symbol. By the time he handed the pen back to the page the letter was gone, hopefully delivered in time. "Thanks, you guys really saved my bacon. If I had stood her up one more time I would have..." He was cut off as the meeting was called to attention. "Thank god. I still might be able to make my date on time." He flopped onto the seat he had just been writing on, ready to get this ball rolling.

It didn't take long before Havasu rose his hand and asked, "Since when can our rings do a R2D2 move and hologram s**t?" He had just barely figured out what his ring could do even though he had it for a long while and now he came to find out it could do a whole 'help me Obi One Kenobi' type message.

It seemed that he wasn't the only one who had questions however... someone even cracked a joke about the code. Havasu snickered and then laughed even harder when he spotted the code changing shape, "Awe you hurt its feelings." He still had some hard feelings about the last meeting he was forced to attend that introduced the code.

Pharos sat with the other's excited for the announcement and when Mistral introduced herself her face took on a look of wonder because she had wanted to met the lady since Babylon gave her ring upgrade. She listened intently and as soon as Mistral was done speaking she instantly went to try it out all question around her ignored, she sat with the other Chronos knight and pulled it up.

"Oh how cool it work. Look they have so much explained! It categorized it looks like. This would be most helpful especially for pages, though you have to find your ring first and get an upgrade. That's a lot of steps."

She looked at the code and wondered if maybe it could help with that dilemma. Finding your ring seemed important to your training maybe, but with changing times, maybe things shouldn't operate the way they once did. She bit her lip, eye wide when it started to talk, hand in her lap, primer still active.

It was a general message to the question posed. After a moment she looked to the rest of her team. "This would be really helpful to new pages, but finding ones ring can sometimes take time. Even just getting you your wonder can be a challenge not knowing you can go. We all did, but I can't imagine it was be easy for others."

She looked up to Mistral standing to ask her question, "Does everything have to be typed of written? Or is there a way, to like scan something?"

Obi-Wan...he smirked. It'd been a while since anyone joked about his uniform like that; granted, he looked much less like a Padawan now with all the extra doodads on his squire uniform as compared to the one he wore as a page. It was welcome though, and at her question he shrugged. "Doing alright considering. Still getting used to this," and he made a small round-the-world sort of gesture, "all of this. Ah, and Themi should be right behind me. I was with her when the Code beckoned."

Ash might have returned the question, the usual how-do-you-do's at least, as he settled in his seat, but Mistral's dog barked and demanded their attention so he turned his eyes to her and listened to what she had to say. It was a relief to slowly realize that it was nothing more than another gathering about an upgrade that she'd already implemented, which meant they wouldn't be relocated to another booby-trapped nightmare to gather more things for more of her inventions. He only had bits and pieces of the original incident, but it as enough to warrant his doubts about setting foot anywhere near her wonder.

When the Mercury squire was done with her explanation Ashur didn't waste any time and touched his ring, only letting go once the hologram of an book popped up, prompting a whistle.

"Nifty," he said as he started flipping through it and occasionally glancing over at Andro. "Feels like I should work with senshi more often. I didn't even know they--or is it we? Sorta like an Order thing? Whatever. I didn't even know we had this kinda thing..."

"...So we get a star-wars version of Wikipedia, and... I... don't even know how to make a silly comment about magic email."

OK maybe he could salvage the conversation... maybe. Something that didn't involve the awkward long pause.

"Maybe next time we get lightsabers. Think she's taking requests" He tried, taking a sip of his own coffee and trying to look more relaxed than he felt. At least she hadn't mentioned the face. Maybe he could pretend it was Mac. Mac was kind of huge... and the massive old cat had mauled his share of -feet- when exposed to catnip...

... Yeah no he didn't think literally anyone would buy that. That was an horrible excuse.

Scholomance was pleasantly surprised with the automatic update means; either the operating system for these rings was simplified enough that there was no need to accept or reject the interface update, or Mistral was clever enough to push the update through without needing to integrate that piece of user choice. Either way, the update built upon what she already introduced as an expansion to the rings. Put plainly, he approved of it.

And he continued to listen to the questions and answers as she fielded more from different knights. He recognized one particularly snotty voice as belonging to a page he met back at the train station, but said nothing of it - Mistral handled his commentary well, regardless. A few more questions were asked that manifested important points, and those, too, received quick answer, thereby revealing more information about the update itself. And when Hvergelmir sought to test it out by beginning a page of her own, that gave Scholomance an easy view of the editing interface he didn't yet have. Overall, the update proved quite exciting, and he now had access to a mythical database that would've benefitted him greatly in his first months as a knight.

Well, it would benefit him greatly now, too.

More knights continued to arrive, too, complete with the addition of one Mars knight that acted sheepishly around Hvergelmir, with her responding similarly. Glancing up from the continued brushing of his hair, he wondered what transpired between the pair to leave them acting so. Any number of things, he imagined, and he didn't particularly feel like making extrapolations out of nothing. "You might want to work on your technique," he teased the knight. "Bringing coffee and telling her she looks good is a time-honored tradition, but I don't think her response is the one you're looking for."

But before he had time to make proper introductions, Mont Blonc fumbled about gracelessly in the editing interface and successfully caused all kinds of havoc. With a groan, Scholomance forced himself upright (thereby leaving the warmth and gentleness of Hver's lap, to his chagrin).Hair slowly righted itself from where it was once brushed upward and he looked over Mont Blonc's shoulder to see the carnage. Indeed, he managed to delete Hvergelmir's test page, but the changes hadn't yet been submitted. "New to this, are you?" He chimed in over Monty's shoulder.

Scholomance reached over in a smooth motion, his fingers touching the keys on the projected keyboard for a few shortcut undo's, thereby returning the page's original text. "In Wikipedia, most pages can be edited at whim when you've sent in enough approved edits. It's like proving that you can be responsible with the power of editing information, you see. Lots of people like to mess with Wikipedia, and while some pages allow that because they're fairly inconsequential, others are locked to less impressive editors. Or, at least, that's what I remember of it.

"Mistral, if you're an administrator, then do submitted edits to pages in the database need to go through you for approval and final upload? I ask because of the possibility for this information to be deleted through mischievous means or simple mistake, and want to know how you might intend to circumvent that. Monitoring might be easiest, and having approved editors might also be useful, and I don't know if it's possible to back up the database."

Scholomance returned his attention to Mont Blonc's screen, patted his frantic friend on the shoulder, and returned to his reclining. "Just don't delete the entire database, Blanca. I can't hit 'undo' for you on that."

And now that he had the time for it, Scholomance reached across Hver's lap toward the Mars knight who just took his seat. "Scholomance," he offered simply.

"Yeah well, compared to 'Sorry my attempt to take you out dancing nearly got us all tortured to death', I figured 'you looked good' sounded a bit less awkward." Kairatos retorted, coloring defensively. "But hey I'm all ears, Smiles."

This might have sounded a bit less convincing under the circumstances, with Kairatos clearly regretting his outburst and trying not to pick at the healing gashes on his face. Snark came easier than most other emotions, even if someone who was technically an ally like Scholomance happened to be in the path.

"Did you just..." He started, trying to figure out what Mont Blanc had just done that was causing him so much distress.... but then he didn't blame him either. He wasn't sure he would have wanted to be the guy testing it out in the middle of the pews of Olympus.

Right. Never mind. Introductions. Introductions were good.

"Kairatos." He offered back, not sure on the etiquette in shaking hands across someone's lap, but he didn't think Hver would mind. And if she did she had hot coffee with which to defend herself.