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Date: 2019-01-31
Pose Count: 10
Kazuo Takeba 2019-01-31 03:48:50 103239
It is cold. But it is not quite freezing cold.

It is going to rain most of tomorrow. But it is not actually raining yet.

There are clouds. There are an irritating lot of clouds. But there are not actually enough clouds to mean there are too few stars visible to be worth watching.

In other words, obviously Kunzite somehow managed to rig the weather in vengeance for the last day or so's worth of mockery.
Nephrite 2019-01-31 04:00:43 103240
A lump made up primarily of coats layered beneath a blanket grumbles to itself as it stirs, bare fingers protruding from fingerless gloves in order to be able to make minute adjustments to the telescope and adjust his chart with a stubby pencil. A gentle breeze has picked up, making the clouds rush annoyingly fast overhead while also determinedly making the chill just slightly worse. Neil is the worst kind of Canadian: a West Coast kind. The only variety that deals very poorly with having intemperate weather inflicted upon it. Clearly it is the wrath of Kunzite radiating up from the floor beneath that is making him dreadfully uncomfortable.

He frowns beneath his toque. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. But with rain predicted tomorrow, he can't lose this window for observation.
Kazuo Takeba 2019-01-31 04:13:59 103241
Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing out of the ordinary forever. Even the faint spark of a slow meteor emerging from behind a cloud is perfectly reasonable. It's on the edge of Hydra, not out of line for the Anthelion radiant, and there's a meteor or two an hour expected from there right now. The unusual thing is that it's bright enough to be seen from Tokyo...

No. The unusual thing is that it traces a perfectly reasonable path for a meteor. Right up until that path touches the edge of another cloud; and then, far too abruptly and without fading, it's gone.

... it should't be gone.

Meteors don't turn.
Nephrite 2019-01-31 04:21:23 103242
Neil's head jerks back from the eyepiece. No, that... that can't be right. Did he put too much whisky in his coffee? He rapidly rubs at his eye and looks up at the sky without the telescope's aid, in the direction of that blasted cloud. Maybe the mirrors bent something wonky. Maybe he's just been squinting into it too long.
Kazuo Takeba 2019-01-31 04:24:52 103243
At least one of those questions may be one Neil's never asked himself before. And yet --

There it is. A glimpse of an out-of-place spark, showing faint but true in a moment's gap between that cloud and another fast-moving one. Still progressing more or less in the same direction, south and east, but not precisely in line. And taking advantage of cover.
Nephrite 2019-01-31 04:34:57 103244
Those bare fingers are scrambling now for his notebook, blanket hastily thrown aside and cold forgotten. Neil is on his feet, tracking that flash of light like a hunter. He sharply glances down, just quickly enough to note the not-meteor's present location and where it was previously with a quick dash of his pencil, before returning his attention to it. Is it following the clouds...? "Scully, you're never going to believe this..." he mutters to nobody.
Kazuo Takeba 2019-01-31 04:48:20 103245
Shame, shame upon the universe, that Gillian Anderson is not mysteriously summoned. But good enough. Following the clouds, yes. Working its way along a path, but not bound strictly to it. Not a meteor. Not a plane, either, not with the sharp turns it must be taking. Too high for a helicopter. It makes its way across Hydra's empty width, unhurried, and down into Pyxis.

(Pyxis, the navigator's compass. But a constellation that's gone by other names. It used to be considered a mast, for a vast constellation forming a ship. Once in a while people still advocate for naming it after that again.)

(For naming it Malus.)

(Tonight is absolutely chock-full of good omens, isn't it.)
Nephrite 2019-01-31 05:00:49 103246
Certainly not a satellite, either. It moves like nothing that Nephrite has seen before. Nephrite, who has spent two lifetimes with his eyes turned upwards toward the stars.

He faithfully marks off its new location. Compasses are a good thing, generally. A guide through the darkness. But the alternative name is not lost on him, either.

Well. Strange lights in the sky are not generally a good thing, are they?
Kazuo Takeba 2019-01-31 05:12:04 103247
Fainter and fainter, now; to be above the clouds and at that angle it must be farther and farther from the city. Even if it's atmospheric rather than celestial, it must be out over the ocean by now. Certainly by the time it vanishes, leaving nothing more than Nephrite's memory and the path dashed out in the notebook.

A path that begins at the Anthelion radiant. The sun's shadow; the sun's opposite. It's not a small space. But its center is twelve degrees from the star used to mark it.

If this were a star -- and it is not a star; Nephrite has spent two lifetimes with his eyes turned up toward the stars, and this has nothing to do with the stars --

If this were a star, or a meteor, or anything that were by nature a part of the sky, Nephrite would regard that radiant, and the proximity to Regulus, and be absolutely certain that somehow, in however convoluted a way, this thing's origin had something to do with Mamoru. And not in any helpful or promising way.

But this is not a star. And whether its positioning when he first saw it is a sign from the stars to him...

Sometimes, it'd be easier if they'd just send text messages.
Nephrite 2019-01-31 05:23:00 103248
Nephrite watches it until the very last, waiting to see if it has any surprises left for him. As though its very existence were not surprising enough.

If it has to do with stars -- which it decidedly does not, but even a scientist as lazy as himself should rule these things out -- then it will be visible in his palace when he adjusts the sky accordingly. That should be his first stop. His next should be reviewing camera footage from nearby observatories. Maybe even more distant ones. With how high the light must be, it would surely be visible from many locations.

Neil pulls out his phone and hastily punches in a group text to his housemates: "Need 2 check weird sky shit, going 2 palace"

Blanket and thermos of remaining warm coffee are abandoned as he teleports away. It's going to be a long night.