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While actual food preparation occurred down at the front of the shop next to the coffee and tea implements, Quenton had found that pre-measuring into reusable containers certain ingredients, like 2 tablespoons of caster suger or 3 tablespoons of flour, streamlined the process of the mug cakes. They were already fast, personal cakes made fresh within minutes of ordering, but not having to measure out the exacts on the fly for common measures meant that five minutes could become four, and that the drink and cake could be served together. So it was that the voice floating up the stairs from below came to him as he stoppered a pyrex tube filled with almond flour and placed it into a test tube rack for safe and convenient portage to the cafe.

That is a familiar voice. Female, knows my name. Higher toned, bold. Suspicion was confirmed as soon as he got to the stair and started down it- there was a familiar, slinky grey body at the base. "Welcome, Ash. "

He trusted that she wouldn't be speaking in the open if there was any 'Normals' present in the cafe, so there was no note of panic or concern to his own voice or countenance. "Were you dropped off, or did you walk? It's something of a trek from the Tower to campus area. Can I get you anything? Just let me set this down under the barista counter. "

"Business has been well. We can talk in the VIP room. Less hazard of walk-ins finding visored cats that way. " A quick stop at the barista stand yielded a blended ice and creme base made with whole milk and whipped cream. Quenton added in 3 pumps of caramel syrup, 3 pumps of toffee nut syrup and caramel drizzle, put the notice up on the door and the barista stand that he was at the VIP room, and led her back to it. He could stand in the door of it, leaned on the frame, to be able to both block sight of her and chat, while keeping an eye out for customers or appointments. "What Faust adds in workload and complaints, he keeps me together otherwise. I still have no team or regular patrol partners, save him. "

"There's five cats that are here right now, and then Faust. "


Her squinching up her nose in complaint was interesting, considering the essential oils and cleaning solution that he used. It was non-toxic for people and animals, but still rid surfaces of allergens, germs, fungus, bacteria and proteins like grease, fat, and biologicals. Could she legitimately still smell an unpleasant odor from the presence of so many people and cats? He hoped not. The solution to that, in a holistic sense, might be limited to nightly incense. He sat the coffee-version of a Hogsmeade Butterbeer on the table for her one they were safely in the VIP room. "I've been wanting to talk to you about another phone app, if you had the time. What did you bring by?"

"Two things, really. There's a primer, and it's great that it is there. But it isn't as living a document, or as in depth, as could be useful to the community as different senshi and knights pursue different venues of research. There is an enemy database accessed through the senshiphone's that doesn't look to have been touched since 2011. But I was thinking more than just a database of enemies. A full Wiki, with editable articles accessible through the phones to inform each other about how magic works, homeworlds and findings on them, artifacts, the glowing lines people are sporting, royal crystals, the Mirror universe, other universes if we find them, the silver milennium, reincarnations...everything. Everything that is forgotten and lost to regular life that we could all have access to at our leisure to research. "

"And it won't be lost with mentors being corrupted or killed."

He looked to the front windows, the coast of social space still well clear. "The second was a senshi version of Twitter. The black watch tried to make it more accessible to each other to call and set up alliances, friendships and patrol partners. But that hasn't worked at all. Everyone is still too isolated. But they're young. They're used to 'folllowing', 'liking', and hashtagging. They might all be more inclined to speak to each other and arrange meet ups if its posted to boards, updates and 140 characters all accessible from the phones."

Is she going on about the primer remaining simple in reaction to some impression I thought it needed to be more indepth? I'm pretty certain I expressed that I thought a wiki, and the reason I was approaching it, was for it to be the less simplistic, more comprehensive specifically to keep the primer a ....primer. Unless she's just thinking out loud a review of her own opinions and concurring? Quenton resisted pulling his mouth into a line. "Integration on the back end seems fine, for those who want to use it. For the young, though, they'll ignore a feed system that seems too connected to something 'tl;dr' like a wiki. Having a front end functionality seems important. An icon and interface to the feed with personalization of Icons, microblogging, and following of their powered friends feeds. "

"A friendslist would be incredibly important. Just calling them friends on a program will give a sense of belonging and closeness that they may lack otherwise, and encourage them to talk to each other more than they do when it's just an undesignated name in a contacts list of their phones. " Her teasing was recognized, but he didn't consider it much teasing. "If you like, yes. I'm available and willing to do whatever I can to help with the programs as far as gathering and collating information, or offering graphic design ideas. Getting the other Executors in on it, and any Black Watch members willing, would be ideal. I can try to talk to them- Athene is all I've had contact with. Ganymede not at all- I don't even know if they're still alive. "

"I suppose it's a matter as simple as sending a text and seeing if there's even an answer from any of the Jovians. " Quenton pulled his cellphone from his pocket, thumbed the interface expertly, and snapped a shot of the Mauvian with her foamed chin. "Are you busy with other tech at the moment?"

Was something good just because he thought it was? Likely a flattery. He'd never known the silver Mauvian to be negative about anyone save the negaverse or possibly Faust. "A tracker should definitely take priority. The threat of abduction or corruption is more immediate at all times. Learning can still happen through mentorship in the meantime, and information will take time to organize anyway. "

"For now, the wiki and micro-blog updating is probably enough to go on with. Well..unless we wanted a Watch specific app... one that could clearly and transparently display current supplies known and the next meeting or drop location, or who's turn it is to be on patrol specifically to be available to teach and help." Quenton shrugged, "But that is, again, very further down a list of necessaries compared to a way to track the missing. "
"Were any of the other Mauvians helping you?"

'Left behind' seemed to be a theme for so much that should have been useful and pertinent to the War, the history of the Silver Milennium, or the senshi themselves if their was really going to be a point to being reincarnated. Why it was left behind, whether it was supposed to be, or to be reclaimed, and how, were just as dark as the information itself. The ears were a welcome diversion from the depressing subject.

Quenton lifted the offered device, recalling the reports on wired and cnet from a few years prior, but never having been near any store that carried them. Or having ever looked to purchase them online. "I have seen articles on these...I admit, I was skeptical that they'd even consistenly move the ears in a controllable or - well I suppose consistent fashion. When was that...2012? Cabin in the Woods and An Unexpected Journey were being released. "

There was a brief moment of turning the thing over in his hands, wondering it the Mauvian had already loaded in the prerequisite AA batteries. Then he set to putting the band appropriately on his head, strap behind, ear sensor properly placed on the left and forehead piece not blocked on any of his bangs. "You might have better luck working with Google Glass, and some of the regional eye tracker accuracy user interfaces that have been being developed. Though neither is specific to Brain Waves. "

At least the on button was also on the left. "Have you modified in sensors to read what you need....or...what information and how long do you need sampling from any specific user?"

Quenton paused, following her head turn with one of his own, though with less purpose than puzzlement. "Because....it....would be...."
"cute?" The final word was said like it was an alien language, alien enough in regards to himself in so far every year of his life. I do like cat things. I do like them. A cat- no...Mauvian. They're not really cats. But cares that I like cat things?

It also pointed that the most was having him on, and like a bona fide twit worthy of Bottom, Ash playing well as Puck. He looked vaguely at the ceiling while considering it, "I hope there's no Titania in this play. "

Then finally returning to the matter at hand, "Well played. And thank you...I do like them. How did you come by them? "