Lyntael's Original Homepage
A homepage would be the wrong word to describe the space that Lyntael spent much of her time these days. The data-space, served directly by Rogan's PET, far more resembled something automatically reserved and registered, but then forgotten about completely, if he had even been aware of it in the first place.
The area was large enough, really, visually perhaps the size of a small one-bedroom apartment, but any amount of size only made the lack of, well, anything, all the more apparent. It was barely eight feet from cool metallic floor to the equally featureless blue metal ceiling, and the walls that enclosed the rectangular space were no better; cold steel, and blank. All the surfaces bore the tell-tale electronic patterning of an unformed, undecorated and unloved data-space. One end of the room held a slight partition; walls that cut in to a doorless entry-way, shoeboxing off a tiny part of the space and making the rest of the room perfectly square. It may have been intended to be a separate, private space, or bedroom possibly, but just as no attention had been paid to anything else in the space, so too was this nothing more than a blank template.
If that had been all, it might have simply been unremarkable, forgotten data, tucked away in the possession of someone with no use for it, unneeded and unmaintained. As it was, however, the space bore some very slight, tragic, signs of actually being lived in. In one corner of the not-really bedroom, squared tight and neat into the corner itself on the ground, a simple terminal rested, blue interface screen glowing with its normal passive constancy. Just beside it, in a small, neat pile were several data sheaves, each containing saved data for what appear to be concepts for .GMOs, partially worked on but as yet unfinished. Working at the terminal itself would be uncomfortably difficult for anyone much larger than a child, without seats or other furniture to speak of, and even a child would probably need to sit hunched, or else lie out flat to work comfortably.
Opposite the terminal, at the other end of the tiny partition, the visible outline of a rectangle could be seen on the floor. Two sides formed by the wall itself, the outline was maybe two feet across and perhaps five long, with the outer two sides being formed by what appeared to be a long, pale yellow ribbon. Text scrolled along the ribbon's length in a light blue script, and the object looked to be a message of some sort, converted to its current form by Lyntael herself. The text reads, from one end to the other: "Good luck with Rogan, and take good care of yourself as well. Wherever you go, remember, you are loved. -Caminus, Servare and Eric."
The main room of the space, if it could really be called so, had nothing at all to remark it, save a view-panel that served as interface to the the PETs actual screen. A small panel with several controls, on the wall just beside the screen, likely allowed Lyn, or potentially any guest she might have, to alter the levels of input and feedback the screen would display, but upon closer inspection most of them, save absolute on or off, are currently not activated for use.
The area was large enough, really, visually perhaps the size of a small one-bedroom apartment, but any amount of size only made the lack of, well, anything, all the more apparent. It was barely eight feet from cool metallic floor to the equally featureless blue metal ceiling, and the walls that enclosed the rectangular space were no better; cold steel, and blank. All the surfaces bore the tell-tale electronic patterning of an unformed, undecorated and unloved data-space. One end of the room held a slight partition; walls that cut in to a doorless entry-way, shoeboxing off a tiny part of the space and making the rest of the room perfectly square. It may have been intended to be a separate, private space, or bedroom possibly, but just as no attention had been paid to anything else in the space, so too was this nothing more than a blank template.
If that had been all, it might have simply been unremarkable, forgotten data, tucked away in the possession of someone with no use for it, unneeded and unmaintained. As it was, however, the space bore some very slight, tragic, signs of actually being lived in. In one corner of the not-really bedroom, squared tight and neat into the corner itself on the ground, a simple terminal rested, blue interface screen glowing with its normal passive constancy. Just beside it, in a small, neat pile were several data sheaves, each containing saved data for what appear to be concepts for .GMOs, partially worked on but as yet unfinished. Working at the terminal itself would be uncomfortably difficult for anyone much larger than a child, without seats or other furniture to speak of, and even a child would probably need to sit hunched, or else lie out flat to work comfortably.
Opposite the terminal, at the other end of the tiny partition, the visible outline of a rectangle could be seen on the floor. Two sides formed by the wall itself, the outline was maybe two feet across and perhaps five long, with the outer two sides being formed by what appeared to be a long, pale yellow ribbon. Text scrolled along the ribbon's length in a light blue script, and the object looked to be a message of some sort, converted to its current form by Lyntael herself. The text reads, from one end to the other: "Good luck with Rogan, and take good care of yourself as well. Wherever you go, remember, you are loved. -Caminus, Servare and Eric."
The main room of the space, if it could really be called so, had nothing at all to remark it, save a view-panel that served as interface to the the PETs actual screen. A small panel with several controls, on the wall just beside the screen, likely allowed Lyn, or potentially any guest she might have, to alter the levels of input and feedback the screen would display, but upon closer inspection most of them, save absolute on or off, are currently not activated for use.
Now, however, the space is much changed and far more hospitable to a young girl.
Guests arrive in a moderately sized living space, by way of a link pad on one side of the room. It is set on a platform that is raised a few short steps from the floor, leading up to a large view screen that still serves as the interface between the internal home page and the outside of the PET. The room itself seems subtly more spacious now, despite more decoration. A pale yellow plush carpet covers the floor in patterns vaguely reminiscent of curling wind, and the majority of the central floor space is open and clear.
Viewed from the screen, the left wall houses a number of small book cases, most of which seem to be lined with collections of freely acquired e-books in physical format. A door part way along is closed over, but it made of a warm-coloured wood with a silver handle, and bears more of the wind-curl motifs around the edges.
Further along the wall, a second doorway, in the corner, opens into a smaller second room just large enough for a two-person couch on one wall, a small side table next to it, and a single armchair in the next corner, with the remaining wall holding another book case. Only a small amount of carpet space remains in this square room, but it feels quite cosy. The doorway itself has no door, but a rolled up cloth drape rests above the frame, and when it is let down it appears to completely block all sound in both directions. The wall space contains two posters; prints of a coupe of ancient renaissance-era abstract artworks.
The main living area also holds a long, comfortable couch, easily enough for three or possibly four people at a squeeze, against the back wall and with a low coffee table set just in front of it. The coffee table is the same wood as the other visible fixtures, but it also has a neat table cloth running the central length of it, as well as a small stack of circular coasters on one corner. The rack beneath the table serves as storage for what looks like a number of board and party games, including a selection from mental and puzzle games, to chance games, to some of the more physical games involving mats and spinners. Most of these things wouldn't normally come in full physical versions, but Lyntael seems to have searched more specifically for them in this manner, whether conscious or not.
To the right, another open doorway with its own sound cloth screen, leads into a sleek, modern kitchen space with smooth counter-tops, an in-built stove and oven and a food preparation space with a selection of in-built self-cleaning controls set above the splash-back. A switch near the door frame controls lights and extractors, while further along, one part of the counter is dedicated to an electric kettle and a selection of mugs. One, large and blue with a series of storm clouds rolling around the sides, sits slightly apart from the rest and seems to be the more commonly used one. The cupboard above this area contains mostly different teas, though the majority of them are herbal in nature. Opposite, a silver-panelled refrigerator is set into the wall, alongside the entry way into a small, many-shelved pantry space.
A further door leading off from the living room, also on the right wall, is closed currently, and featureless, but it leads into a room that is slightly longer than it is broad, and contains a laundry area. As well as both a sleek and efficient-looking washer and dryer, a folded up airing rack and a sink with a few lines stretched above it for drip drying comprise the left wall, while the right is blank save for a second door, directly inside the first, leading into a surprisingly fancy bathroom. Controls near the door handle both heat-lights and steam extractors, as well as the heated flooring — aside from two small circular rugs, the floor of the bathroom is white-tiled. A bath takes up one corner of the room, seemingly complete with spa and bubble settings, while a frosted-glass-walled walk-in shower occupies the opposite corner. Near the door, a wash basin and mirror are devoid of the expected cosmetic supplies, but a manicure set rests to one side of the sink, and the drawers below contain other self-care products. The back right corner of the bathroom is sectioned off to provide further privacy for other amenities.
The other closed door in the living area leads into Lyntael's own bedroom. It is much the same size as it was, but the extra decorations make it much more of a cosy, safe space. The same carpet covers the floor here, and the walls have a few posters with scenic shots of different networks. The space where the rectangular ribbon had previously been laid out now holds a proper, though still small, single bed with a wooden frame and four solid posts. Whites and yellows dominate the sheets and quilts, and both pillows. The ribbon itself is now set above the bed, on the side wall, where its message is easy to read for someone lying in the bed, if they wish.
A small bedside table near the head of the bed holds a book, and on a small shelf below it, the few small mementos that Lyntael has kept as personal treasures from her outings. The far wall has a writing desk now. Though it is long enough for two separate working spaces, one is clearly for writing and other manual works, while the other supports her access terminal in a much more user-friendly situation now. The room also holds another, much smaller book case, and a shelf that, as yet, doesn't have much on it, but seems like it might be intended to hold niceties for visual display at some point. A full length mirror is fitted to the wall alongside a tall dresser, which now seems to contain the permanently actualised renders of all of Lyntael's clothing and outfits. A single drawer set into a shelving section of the wardrobe contains several sets of smallclothes, and one very fancy, set of tastefully suggestive lingerie tailored to flatter her slight frame, folded up right at the bottom.
A new door in the back right corner of the room is shut, but leads into a smaller, though no less luxurious en suite bathroom, complete with a shower of its own, necessary amenities, as well as a medicine cabinet affixed to the wall alongside the wash basin and mirror.
Lyntael does not appear to be home at the moment, but her bed is neatly made, and the kitchen shows signs of recent use, though it's all been neatly cleaned up — a plate is in the drying rack by the sink and the blue tea mug is upside down beside it.
