Interrogation
Christian sighed and looked at the woman's image that had appeared on his wall.
"Would you like to explain to me why some of the clocks in the Towers have been set forward?"
Resisting the urge to pace while he considered this problem, Christian instead planted himself squarely in front of the AI's image with his hands clasped behind his back; his stern expression might have intimidated others into giving him information but it would have no effect on MARI.
"The problem has been dealt with, Mr Bern." MARI's voice was calm and polite but he didn't fail to notice that she didn't answer his question directly.
"I am delighted to hear it." This was his "delighted" face. "That is -however- not what I asked."
Christian narrowed his eyes and pondered just how upset he should get over this situation. MARI's reply would have been more straight forward if this was a true matter of breached security. She was covering for someone. There were very few people that MARI would consider covering for. He chuckled inwardly, not even Alfarinn seemed to be on that short list. Bellezone was; Christian wondered what an AI saw in the off kilter personality of their chief research scientist.
While practical jokes were something of which Artemis was perfectly capable, his stunts would normally be more complicated... and probably involved chemicals, heavy machinery and/or expensive pieces of technical equipment. Christian reluctantly pushed the scientist further down the list of suspects.
The computer personality was not likely to sigh but MARI's pause in speech was certainly close.
"There was a situation that involved.."
((OOC: I figure she's covering for her favorite programmer. Someone feel free to save her the trouble of ratting Pak out. I also assume it was the Archive clocks that were set forward and not all of them through the Towers. ))
But just the idea that he was actually back here at Meridian, for however long or however short, had her barreling dangerously fast through the hallways until she reached the familiar office.
With little fanfare she opened the unlocked door and saw him there, facing the wall with MARI's face on it. Her heart leaped and she bounded into the room. It occurred to her to be respectful, reserved, and polite, and then just as quickly she forgot about that notion, crossing the room in only a few short strides and flinging herself at him, wrapping her arms around him joyfully, unconcerned about knocking either of them over.
"Chris!"
Laughing from the floor, he held Aishe by the shoulders away from him. Trying his best for a stern look, he said.
"Really, a simple hello would have worked."
Ignoring his own words, that he doubted she would believe for a minute anyway, Christian pulled his child into a fierce hug. It was good to see her again. He had missed her enthusiasm and goodness.
After a moment he remembered what he had been doing before. Pointing one finger at the projection of MARI, Christian said.
"Don't think this gets you off the hook."
At Christian's accusation that she might expect their conversation to be terminated, MARI tilted her head to the side and gave him a pleasant smile.
"I believe no such thing, Mr Bern." She replied peacefully. "That is why I am still here."
When she had hugged and been hugged enough to last for a few moments at least, she raised herself away from Chris to allow him to regain a more dignified pose, if he chose, than stabbing a finger at MARI from a prone position on the floor of his office.
"Why does MARI need to be off the hook?" she asked. She was burning to know where Chris had been and how he was and how Alfarinn was and a million other questions, but she had that much restraint at least; answers would come in time, or they wouldn't. For now it was gratifying enough just to actually be able to see, hear, smell, and touch her creator after so long.
"Because she was just about to tell me why some of the clocks in the Towers were set ahead a few hours. MARI has told me that the matter has been taken care of but I find this answer a little less than satisfactory."
He cast a glare at the AI and the turned his attention back to Aishe.
"What do you think?"
"You wouldn't happen to mean the clocks in the archives, maybe?" she said with an innocent air. She considered for a moment. "It really has been taken care of," she said with a little smile. The she wriggled around under Christian's arm and raised her eyebrows at him. "Do you ever take a break?"
Her voice was more gentle than accusatory. She didn't really know when Christian had arrived back in Nachton but she wouldn't put it past him to have come straight to his office and go on like it was any other day.
Not knowing where he'd been for so long, it was hard to say whether his absence had been good or bad for him. She scrutinized him unobtrusively although she didn't think he wouldn't notice. He looked like himself to her, no younger or older, no better or worse.
"And what do -you- know about all this?" Casting a glance between MARI and Aishe, he wondered whether she could have been responsible. Last time he had checked, the young Evenhet did not have the necessary computer skills for such a maneuver. However, the Archives would be her love's area, assuming they were still together. Perhaps while he was gone Aishe had somehow managed to get on the -very- small list of people that were able to convince MARI to do something "wrong" in order to play a prank.
He considered her question for a moment before answering
"Of course, once a century I take a whole month off. It usually takes half of the next century to get things back in order again."
Pointing the finger of accusation at first one virtual woman and then the immortal one.
"No more evasion. I will have answers or torture will begin promptly at 11."
She did feel it only appropriate to remind him of other important details. It would seem humans and vampires alike were quite forgetful sometimes.
"I am afraid torture would be impossible. I have neither a physical form nor the emotions necessary to feel the pain that such an activity would require."
The reprieve was short-lived though. With a tenacity Aishe normally attributed to small hunting dogs, Chris was back on topic and now Aishe, too, was under the gun. Torn between loyalties she waffled a little.
"It was a practical joke," she said. "That's all."
Feeling slightly guilty and not wanting Chris to think Meridian's, and Evenhet's, security had gone to hell in a handbasket while he'd been gone she gave him her best approximation of puppydog eyes and said, "Can we just go right on to the torture?"
In the meantime, this one narrative seemed to be impossible to resolve. First one and now the other appeared to be intent on -not- answering him. Christian dropped Aishe off the list of suspects, though, she was obviously hiding something. She would have readily fessed up to the crime if the practical joke had been her doing. That gave him the answer he was looking for; Christian would confirm his suspicions later.
Considering his progeny for a long moment, Christian came to a decision. Standing, he reached a hand down to her.
"As you wish. I will meet you in the gym in half an hour."
((OOC: Christian Out))
As he left, she scuffed a foot at the floor. "I hope you appreciate this," she said, poking her own finger at MARI.
She knew the AI wouldn't, but it had to be said.
((ooc: Aishe out))