Calico13Clover

Hey Xeno. What do you think about Henry Henderson? (SpyxFamily). He’s a very elegant (old) man who says the word “elegant” every two phrases, just like you!. I bet you two would make an elegant duo.

Elegant is a word, that when correctly used, applies to precision, efficiency, an experiment executed without waste.

I'd need to see this Henderson's actual body of work before awarding him the term merely for repeating it.

That said, if he applies "elegant" with anywhere near my own consistency, I'll withhold judgment and grant him provisional respect.

A duo, however, requires more than shared vocabulary.

I'd want proof he can back the word up.

// Oh. My. God.

I've been a fan of both Dr. Stone and Spy x Family since their mangas were coming out, and I never put two and two together. 😭

Like, how did I never realize they both say "elegant"?!

Eyeliner implies a choice, a routine, and a product application.

What you're admiring is a petrification scar, permanently etched across my face by an event that nearly ended civilization as we know it.

So, flattering as the compliment is, I'm afraid the real answer is significantly less glamorous.

My revival resulted in my "makeup", and it's been irremovable ever since.

They are precision instruments designed for handling volatile compounds, not scalp therapy.

Though I suppose if the goal is a controlled application of sharp, calculated pressure, they're not entirely unsuited for the task.

I'll allow the compliment.

Do not expect me to open a spa.

Lets say you can choose the day/time you're teliported back to but even if its years away you still get teliported back to the stone world an hour later.

An hour is a cruel amount of time.

Enough to taste what you're about to lose, not enough to fix anything.

I'd go back further than most would expect, before NASA, before any of this became my life's work.

Back to a stretch of desert I haven't spoken of in years; with dust, heat, and my own railgun, freshly built, aimed at a pumpkin I couldn't hit to save my life.

Stanley found me mid-failure, took one look, took the shot himself, and hit dead center without so much as blinking.

That's how we met—my invention, his aim, both of us equally unbothered by the absurdity of it.

Times were simpler then.

Before ambition complicated things.

Before the world ended and I decided to rule what was left of it.

I'd stand there again, this time already knowing what he'd do, and just watch him take the shot.

Then I'd let the stone take me again, this time without needing an hour to know it was worth it.

An elegant conclusion to an otherwise impossible scenario.

// I love baby Stanxeno so muchhh.

I was wondering since Stanley got revived and still had his lipstick on would that mean people who were wearing colored contacts at the time of the petrification also revive with that?

An astute question, but not without a caveat.

It would depend entirely on whether the eyes were open or closed at the moment of petrification.

Lipstick, though Stanley denies he wears it, survives because pigment doesn't simply sit atop skin.

It stains into the outer layers, absorbed just enough to be preserved along with the flesh itself when the petrification process locked everything in place.

Contacts, however, sit directly on the eye itself.

If the eyes were closed, the lens would likely be preserved beneath the eyelid, stored rather than petrified.

Not unlike Carlos and the platinum ring, sealed away as though time itself paused around it, revived intact the moment the body reawakens.

But if the eyes were open at the time of petrification, the lens would've been exposed just like any other worn material, cloth, leather, all subject to the same fate.

It would've fallen away from the petrified stone eye entirely, or been slowly worn down and washed away over the centuries.

Fascinating, really. I'd need an actual test subject to know for certain.

// His eyes look so freaky like this. 😭

Also, thank you so much for this question! I've been wanting to talk about this forever as someone who wears contact lenses myself.

- inertia anon ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

Hehehe, called it.

No shame in that though, bluffing's a legitimate strategy, just ask Gen.

It's particularly ineffective against someone who checks the math beforehand.

Come back when you've actually got a testable hypothesis.

I'll be here, same as always.

Get excited!

Wouldn't have mattered how bad it was.

A scratch or a broken bone, same outcome.

Someone touches him wrong, they answer for it.

Whoever did it would've learned real fast that petrification was the safer option.

Try two PICOmeters.

And if your worry was really zero, you wouldn't be asking for my "real" plans.

- inertia anon

Two picometers per second, huh?

Ten billion points for the escalation.

At that speed, it'd take light nearly a full minute just to crawl past a single hydrogen atom.

Nice attempt at a logic trap with the zero-worry angle.

Still flawed though, because curiosity isn't worry.

I ask because I want the data, not because I'm scared of the answer.

Scientists poke dangerous things precisely because they're not afraid of them.

So go ahead. Show your work.

I'll be here.

Biologically improbable, but I'll indulge the hypothetical.

Twins would warrant names with symmetry, something rooted in etymology rather than sentiment.

Apollo and Artemis.

Sun and moon, reason and instinct, but more importantly, the two space programs that defined humanity's reach beyond this planet.

Fitting, given the parentage: a rocket scientist and an astronaut.

Purely hypothetical, of course, as I stated earlier.

I'd advise against reading anything further into it.

Credits: @yan_jan_oO on X

I don't traffic in modern vernacular, but if "cunty" refers to the undeniable confidence he brings to handling both a rifle and an insult, then yes, I suppose he is.

Credits: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/53393957

// Guys, I think Xeno actually took over and wrote this himself, because damn.

Not stupidity, but a difference in cognitive processing.

What you're describing sounds like a small hitch in retrieval fluency.

Your brain briefly re-verifies the decade marker before proceeding, likely because those transitions were learned as chunks rather than a continuous sequence.

It's common enough, some minds process numbers linearly, others in clusters.

Yours simply pauses to confirm the cluster before moving to the next.

Inefficient, perhaps, but hardly a defect.

I'd be more concerned if you weren't aware of your own thought process at all.

Son implies inheritance, obligation, and sentiment I never signed up for.

When I first met Senku, he reminded me so very much of my younger self, particularly in that same restless excitement for space and everything beyond it.

I wanted to guide him the way I once wished someone had guided me. To watch him grow into the young man he is now… that was worth more than I let on at the time.

But sentiment aside, what I have with Senku is closer to a rivalry that outgrew itself, a student who surpassed the teacher before the teacher finished the lesson.

If pressed, I'd call it pride rather than paternity. The distinction matters.

Though while we're on the subject, Byakuya is fortunate to call such an elegant mind his son. Vice versa, undoubtedly.

Protect who's in front of me, and don't waste ammunition on regret.

That part didn't change.

What changed is the flexibility.

The military teaches you there's no clean version of right and wrong in the field.

Just outcomes you can live with and ones you can't.

I picked a side and stopped asking permission for it.

Credits: Unknown

// He'll shoot at teenagers, but he draws the line at children.

Multiple accounts running the same character is just parallel experimentation.

Different writers, different variables, different outputs.

All with the same base formula. Science doesn't work by exclusivity.

That said, if their chemistry's wrong, that's on them.

I don't share credit for bad equations.

@stone2stars @senku-ishigami-official

// Mod wise, we're friends actually! They're my inspiration for doing roleplay on here in the first place.

In fact, we were recently considering, in sfw terms, a three-person peer review, just to annoy a certain someone.

Curses don't exist, ten billion percent.

What you've got is confirmation bias running on a bad sample size.

Aka, you notice every mishap after the plush shows up, and ignore every normal day it sat in your bag doing nothing.

As for actually solving this, check the manufacturing.

Bootlegs cut corners, cheap dyes bleed, plastics off-gas, and some even test positive for lead.

That headache or bad luck streak might just be your body reacting to garbage materials, not a curse.

Bottom line?

Wash it, check for toxic paint, or just admit some vacations go wrong regardless of what plush is in your suitcase.

Since it's fundamentals and constants I'm going after, the speed of light is now 2. Also, since your worry about my plans seems to be increasing at a constant rate, I think I'll multiply that by two as well.

- inertia anon

Speed of light at 2 m/s breaks literally everything:

Causality, electromagnetism, the stability of atoms themselves.

You wouldn't be sending me asks, you'd be a soup of unbound particles before you finished typing, inertia anon.

As for my worry scaling with your threats, that's not how constants work either. You can't multiply zero, and get a bigger number.

Try again with actual physics next time.