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Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.
He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
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"I'm asking so I know how to line up power conversion for replacing the battery with a smaller batter, because this thing is clunky." He hands over the second object - "another donation for you" - and makes a new thing, which is considerably smaller. "There. Okay. Shall we?"
They shall!
The dean's office is split into two; the front half is clearly a tiny waiting room of sorts, complete with posted office ours and a variety of chairs that look maybe about half-comfortable. A voice comes floating through the open door.
"Tamara! Took you long enough. Come in, come in. I hear we're breaking laws of physics today. And meeting mythical species? I'm losing track. Far more interesting than paperwork, anyway!"
Everything is more interesting than paperwork.
The dean's office is split into two; the front half is clearly a tiny waiting room of sorts, complete with posted office ours and a variety of chairs that look maybe about half-comfortable. A voice comes floating through the open door.
"Tamara! Took you long enough. Come in, come in. I hear we're breaking laws of physics today. And meeting mythical species? I'm losing track. Far more interesting than paperwork, anyway!"
Everything is more interesting than paperwork.
"You are absolutely mythical here," Dean Fisher agrees, getting up from his desk and offering Cam a hand to shake. "Pleasure to meet you. Dean Fisher, call me Scott." Cam is, after all, well his senior. "So. How can I help?"
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Handshake! "Well, while my home in Hell is comfortable, I have no pressing obligations there, and also tend to find the fact that I can't go about meaningfully improving anybody's lives since they can all make whatever they want whenever they like kind of stifling, that being why I answer summons like the one that brought me here. So I was thinking I'd stay here for a while looking for useful things to do. I could use a place to be - a place to put a house would be best but I might start with some kind of university housing if it's available and there's some kind of hassle with building permits involved. Apparently I am also reasonably likely to need lawyers and to interact with the FDA and so on. Also, back home, it is illegal to sell demon-made objects, so you might want to dispose of those shielding things I made or make sure the university can use them before legislators here catch on and do the same thing."
"I am entirely on board with a plan to improve people's lives," Scott says, looking pleased. "There are, off the top of my increasingly poor memory, two apartments in the Couples Housing area not in use, and one in the short term housing complex. And I will deny it to the grave but I'd recommend the short term building." He sighs reminiscently, and not particularly fondly. "Couples tend to have small children. Loud small children."
"Now. As someone who is, thank God, not a lawyer, I haven't a clue what sort of building permits you'd need; but handily we have a pile of lawyers sitting around with blessedly little to do, and the exercise will be good for them. Let's see- I think this one is moderately more tolerable than the rest-" he scribbles a name on a piece of paper with an email address attached.
"Shielding things? Tamara, you look like you know what he means, you handle it. Legislators- shelving that for now. They have to find out, and try to use it themselves, and fail, and then somehow get a law done. I give it at least a year."
"FDA- hm. Maybe a problem. Tamara said you could get us research papers? That'll speed up your process by light years and then some. Do you care if we have our medical school look over them? Do you want them to be published? How would you like to be credited? Important questions! So many questions. Here." He adds a few lines to his piece of paper, and offers it. "My email and phone number. Also, the name and phone number of the head of the housing office. Tamara, do you have a class, can you take him when we're done here? Or- your friend, if she has a free block." It's Emma second week of school, and she hasn't gotten in trouble; Dean Fisher has no reason to know her. 'Friend' will do for now.
"Now. As someone who is, thank God, not a lawyer, I haven't a clue what sort of building permits you'd need; but handily we have a pile of lawyers sitting around with blessedly little to do, and the exercise will be good for them. Let's see- I think this one is moderately more tolerable than the rest-" he scribbles a name on a piece of paper with an email address attached.
"Shielding things? Tamara, you look like you know what he means, you handle it. Legislators- shelving that for now. They have to find out, and try to use it themselves, and fail, and then somehow get a law done. I give it at least a year."
"FDA- hm. Maybe a problem. Tamara said you could get us research papers? That'll speed up your process by light years and then some. Do you care if we have our medical school look over them? Do you want them to be published? How would you like to be credited? Important questions! So many questions. Here." He adds a few lines to his piece of paper, and offers it. "My email and phone number. Also, the name and phone number of the head of the housing office. Tamara, do you have a class, can you take him when we're done here? Or- your friend, if she has a free block." It's Emma second week of school, and she hasn't gotten in trouble; Dean Fisher has no reason to know her. 'Friend' will do for now.
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"Short term it is, I am not a couple and have gotten accustomed to not even sharing a gravity well, let alone a wall. I can make research papers, and the med school can read them, and I would like them to be efficiently distributed - if that means publication, so be it. I will not have written any of these papers. So I guess I can be credited as 'editor' or something." Cam accepts the paper.
"Just speed of distribution you can post it on the internet- but getting it to doctors and scientists, those types, publishing will help. Pompous lot, we are, all of us." He flops back down in his seat. "Short term housing it is. Tamara?"
"I have a class in twenty minutes," Professor Reed says apologetically. "Ms. Miller, do you have the block free?"
"Uh. Yeah, I don't have class till tomorrow." She looks at Cam. "Apartment now or later?"
"Um, posting papers online? Submitting them for publication? I don't know."
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"Campus have wireless Internet?" Cam inquires. "For that matter, can somebody name me popular brands of computer, I remember some stuff from my world but don't know how it'll match."
"It... exists. That's kinda the best that can be said for it? But yeah, it's there. Computers depend what you want to do; Macbooks have better UI, if you want something intuitive for simple things, Thinkpads are a little less user friendly but a lot more customizable."
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"Okay, those sound familiar so I'm probably good if I come up with anything from the right era, let's see how much advanced software I can load onto something souped-up that'll still behave right with the internet..." Cam thinks for a minute, then produces a tablet computer with no visible branding, and starts looking for internet.
It exists! It has very few bars and even fewer megabytes, but it's there. Two whole networks, even; he will likely want to be using 'Selevy Guest' instead of 'Selevy', as it requires no password.
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Selevy Guest it is.
Aaaaand is he lucky enough to have Wikipedia here?
Aaaaand is he lucky enough to have Wikipedia here?
He is! There will be mild differences if he looks- demon summoning is tagged as 'ancient myths about magic' and there's no shortage of information of magipathy- but it is otherwise reasonably identical.
"See you tomorrow, Ms. Miller."
"Goodbye! Have fun upending the medical profession as we know it! I'll let the housing office know you're coming."
"Kinda back the same way we came, actually," Emma says apologetically. "We can go get your keys and stuff."
Once they're outside, she adds tentatively, "Sorry there's extra walking, I know you can just make things, but they probably want some kinda formal record? For bureaucracy's sake?"
Emma is extremely bad at not doing things that are Expected of Her. If he wants to skip obtaining a key, she will require convincing.
Once they're outside, she adds tentatively, "Sorry there's extra walking, I know you can just make things, but they probably want some kinda formal record? For bureaucracy's sake?"
Emma is extremely bad at not doing things that are Expected of Her. If he wants to skip obtaining a key, she will require convincing.
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"I don't mind stopping to obtain a key to placate the bureaucrats. I'm still working out the minimum chain of backwards compatibility that will let me connect something modern to this thing." He waves his tablet. "I think I can do it in four steps but it'll be awkward to carry them all around so I'll probably have to do my computing in my base of operations, which for the time being is the apartment in question."
Key fetching it is, then.
The lady at the desk of the housing office is not pleased to see them. It is the beginning of the school year, she has been deluged with requests from random students who did not have their acts together all week, and this... outfit... is entirely inappropriate.
"Key pickup?" Emma asks her when they walk in.
"Key pickup is for students who are following dress code," the woman says sternly. "It may still be August but shirts are still required here, sir, and that ridiculous devil costume is entirely unnecessary."
The lady at the desk of the housing office is not pleased to see them. It is the beginning of the school year, she has been deluged with requests from random students who did not have their acts together all week, and this... outfit... is entirely inappropriate.
"Key pickup?" Emma asks her when they walk in.
"Key pickup is for students who are following dress code," the woman says sternly. "It may still be August but shirts are still required here, sir, and that ridiculous devil costume is entirely unnecessary."
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"I can oblige you on the shirt," says Cam, and now he is wearing a gray t-shirt with room for the wings. "On the subject of the wings and tail, you can have one of two things: you can have me take them off, or you can not have blood all over your floor, what's your preference?"