Subject: Snowball science
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Posted on: 2022-12-07 03:49:17 UTC

Agent Peregrin was, once again, trying to experiment with an Escher Room. A reasonable person would have taken covering a room - and several agents - in paint while getting nothing remotely resembling data would be a good reason not to try similar experiments, but Peregrin was not a reasonable man. He was a mathematician. Who dabbled in physics. And had had an Idea (tm).

The winter weather that some parts of HQ were experiencing was great for the idea Peregrin had had just a moment ago when he stepped into the Courtyard planned out extensively in his notebook. He opened the door to the Escher Room he'd come out of and brought in a pile of snow over several trips.

Now, he was forming snowballs out of the loose pile and hurling them around the room. His absolutely terrible aim (despite several years as an agent) didn't help his attempts at working out what was going on with the gravity, as it wasn't always clear whether the ball went wildly off course because of the room or because he'd wildly missed his target. Still, Peregrin dutifully added to the notes he'd taken on his way through the room to get here, recording how the snowballs flew with quite careful drawings (despite his handwriting).

After he'd gotten most of the way through the snow, Peregrin looked down at his notes and smiled. "There is definitely a pattern here," he commented. He then scribbled down a diagram of where he thought the nearby gravity wells, dimensional discontinuities, and other things that aren't supposed to happen were.

Then, he scooped up a pile of snow, formed it into a ball, and threw it, watching to see if it would behave as expected.

The snow curved in a low arc. Peregrin nodded - he hadn't missed.

Then the snowball suddenly began to fall upwards. That too was expected.

Then it started to what was, from Peregrin's perspective, the right wall. Still good.

It hurtled towards the wall, gaining speed. But then, instead of plopping towards the ground near the exit like Peregrin knew it should, the snowball kept going. It bounced off the wall, and then quickly bounced again off of the wall above the exit. As Peregrin twisted his head around to see what was going on, the snowball had one last surprise for him.

It hit him right in the face.

"That ... should not have been possible," Peregrin said before wiping the snow off his face and his robe. He wrote down the results and sighed.

Headquarters is strange, he thought, annoyed, as he walked out of the Escher Room. But I do have to admit, it is never boring.

(( This has been done in approximately one take so that I'll've written something today - Tomash ))

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