During the breakfast; The group exchanges ideas, and information; Formulating a rough schedule for their streaming collaboration.
Vurckair limits himself to hear the comments with attentive scrutiny.
Thanks to Azthea's technological level, he is no stranger towards Streamers, Influencers and Digital Personalities. In a sesnse, an integral part of the society; Like Singers, Models and Actors, the more iconic type of idols.
This trend is not different in Ell'Thane.
Although the internet is replaced by a magical connection with the planet itself.
{Knowing that i might be being watched at all times, is strange}
{But for what i understood. Everyone is actively broadcasting their point of view to the Ethereal Network Of Ell'Thane. Enoe for short}
{Wait… Doesn't that mean i probably have Naylyn's, Mätzeniä's and Naíndra's fandom against me…}
{In any case; It's not like those viewers are going to transform into haters, and watch my stream just to sabotage me…}
{Why does that sound plausible?}
{Argh!. Whatever!. Who cares!. If everything goes sideways. I'll show them the meaning of «Rot in Fettiyio!» by tracking them in real life…}
{This could even develope until becoming a full fledged toxic trend. Unless this practice already exists…}
{That is kinda spooky. Is there any security measure in place?. What about ways to impede the transmissions to prevent prying eyes from criminal groups, or institutions able to enforce the law?.}
{Perhaps paywalls, and subscriptions are the only way to maintain a sliver of privacy}
The more Vurckair analyzes the possibilities, the complex it becomes the issue; By all means, a real rabbit hole.
{This is too much to assimilate in one go}
"Yacron always eats a lot." Comments Cincaid. "But Naíndra and you are in a different league, Vurckair."
"It sounds like you want to hold an eating contest involving us."
Naíndra interjects. "I prefer a neverending round of drinks until everyone passes out."
"Drunkard." Admonishes Mätzeniä. And the Vixen Bombshell retorts «Killjoy» with severe hostility.
Both are quite combative, but it's obvious that Mätzeniä expresses herself in such a rude way, regardless of who is she speaking with.
Meanwhile, Naíndra specifically employs the broad comments to actually insult Mätzeniä, depicting how deep is the grudge she carries against the Ma'ájesh-Mäwller.
{To be honest. I don't care about whatever occured between them. Unless it becomes detrimental for our plans}
"Mätzä. Stop provoking Naíndra." Naylyn advices her acquittance, while sending friend requests to the group's members.
Everyone adds each other to their respective friend list. What causes the appearance of seven hexagonal screens arranged in a flower formation. Each of this ethereal interfaces provides their teammate's point of view.
{I can control the volume, order of priority, and even write comments with my mind}
Ervius asks. "Do we Pair ourselves with Compatibility, Concordance, Familiarity, or Random?."
"Concordance sounds good." Says Evennette, knowing she definitely will be paired with Vurckair, the two have the same alienation in their Stats. Red of Vitality with Black of Ordinance to create True-Wine.
However, before she can say more, Naíndra traps Vurckair's arm between her large breasts. "The «Dildo» goes with me!."
"Sure. Let's open a Sex-shop, «Fleshlight»."
Naíndra giggles, and seductively licks her lips to tease Vurckair.
Mätzeniä is displeased, immediately disagreeing. "Stop daydreaming; Both of you!. Our priority must be Familiarity; To ensure we don't hinder each other."
"It won't work, Half-sister." States Yacron with conviction. "Random is the best option by far, that way nobody can complain."
He shows four small wood pieces. "You Ladies set the frequency of your Flow Magic in this badges. Then we men choose. Personally, i don't mind being with the one left at the end. Objections?."
Nobody complains, and the selection is initiated by Cincaid, whose partner is Naíndra.
She is fuming with fury; Her silver eyes basically sending daggers to her cousin; And unable to hold her anger, she stamps her knee against Cincaid's testicles.
Despite being deformed inwards, the Nimbar withstands the impact, lifting the young man from the ground.
"Why did you pick me?!. Imbecile!." The Vixen Bombshell admonishes with scornful voice. However, she is so infuriated, that can't help herself, and throws a kick towards Cincaid's testicles.
This time, he shows discomfort, as his Nimbar is destroyed, popped up like a soap bubble.
{Damn!. I want to feel that kind of wrath after its reforged into impassive passion}
By employing alphabetical order, Ervius is the next one to choose. Paired with Naylyn.
Then goes Vurckair. "I don't know how to read this."
"Oh!. Right!. I forgot you barely are an initiated in the usage of Flow Magic." Admits Yacron with a goofy smile.
"Don't worry my friend. Just tell me i don't get the Groper."
"Be at ease Vurckair. Evennette is my partner… I mean. Your partner."
"Not funny, Yacron. Not funny."
"«Sorry, Not Sorry»." Grins the Yecrith with triumphant steps, marching towards his Half-sister, Mätzeniä.
{Did he lie?. Probably. Although it's highly likely that if i'm left alone with Mätzeniä. She will try to tear me apart; And i may kill her accidentally in self-defense}
After they finish the breakfast, along minor pointers for the Collaboration; The group heads back to the monolith at the Food's court. Ignoring completely the side that is still glowing.
{We can't leave yet. From what i heard; 20 hours here must pass before we can go. So we'll most likely have Lunch, or Supper together before we leave the Quartzal}
Without further ado, they enter the monolith in pairs; The gelatin sensation coming back once again.
At the other side, darkness prevails, only a few sparse oil lamps are hung on metal hooks attached to sturdy brick pillars.
These constructions support a decaying bridge. Despite the robust design; It's undeniable that the structure held strong and withstood heavy bombardment.
"Why is so chilli in here. It's drizzling?."
"No, the air is just humid." Replies Vurckair, he doesn't recognize the voice; Evennette neither, and as if they were in tune, both turn around.
Seeing an orange haired tomboy of bright yellow eyes.
She is just standing there, rubbing her palms against her arms, trying to warm up.
Her outfit consists only of a tank top, denim shorts, and running shoes. An attire unfitted for the cold valley in which the bridge is located.
Evennette tilts her head towards Vurckair, her expression is evident. She has no idea what's going on; Much less where are the other six members of the team…