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Eyes glanced upon a wooden billboard that dared to declare a certain appeal to Kotton’s mental cabinet of curiosities. It was in the middle of the trial, and he was out performing his usual trek from university back home. Listed on this billboard in question he read, ‘In order to celebrate his appointment, Doran Thetys, the new Dean of the Institute of Sciences at the Academy of Viden, has decided to sponsor promising students of the sciences as well as scientific projects in general. People in Viden, Scalvoris, or Rharne that are interested in applying, should write to the dean and describe their academic accomplishment, their project, or their idea for one.’
This piqued his interest seeing as how he was a student of science; his gaze dropped to the next line and lingered as he continued to read: ‘If you are interested in receiving a scholarship, either write a science study thread at the Academy of Viden or one of its sister campuses in Rharne or Scalvoris’.
The young man would had normally been arrogant to not heed the rest of the notice, but whilst his intrigue had been captured and entertained his gaze continued on to more information stating what compensation would be offered upon fulfillment of such essay and the deadline for which it should be completed. Kotton had never been someone who was so invested in money, but to be able to attend more classes in the field of his choosing without financial strain? You'd certainly see him signing up for that! He also welcomed the opportunity for the experience and journey that would come out of it; it felt like a side-quest, a little challenge to encourage him to step outside his ill-stimulated mind and into a world of great discovery.
That being said, the young scholar had spent little more than a minute or two jotting down the details ascribed by the pamphlet. He was supposed to write a paper where he came up with an idea for a scientific project. Then, he was to send a letter to this Doran fellow that described said experiment with its conclusion attached. He hadn’t heard much about him other than from the words of gossip-mongering individuals, but he also also wasn't much of a purveyor of rumours. They often told tales of 'did he do or did he not's.
The general description of the advertisement was meant to offer Kotton a head start, but a strong feeling of overwhelm took hold of him. Any initial speck of ingenuity he held was swiftly ransacked, leaving his mind as empty as the slate he was meant to start with. Where would he begin? Where should he start? What was this Doran person looking for if he was looking for anything at all?
As someone who was easily distraught and corrupt by tidings of executive dysfunction, the inability to dictate a correct course of action manifested as a thrumming ache behind his eyes. He fought back tears and loomed under the pressure of far too many choices. The deadline wasn't as far out as he had hoped, so if he was going to get anywhere, he needed to start right now.
With the details permanently engraved in a piece of paper from his journal, Kotton headed straight home. He did not stop to say hello to the kindly woman at the bakery even though her robin egg headdress was very fashionable this trial. He did not stop to pay greetings to the wheat farmer who consistently removed his hat in an old fashioned movement of respect. He did not exchange greetings with the elderly friends he had made during one of the few times playing a random game of gin rummy. He didn’t even pause for a habitual glance towards the tavern, even if it was undoubtedly chalk-full of liquid pleasures that would normally taunt anyone tempted by the drink- hell, they might have even given him some inspiration as often a drunken Kotton did. But no, his destination was for home. And as soon as he passed through the wooden door, and moved the deadlock in its place- once he discarded his outerwear, and flung off his shoes- once he gave a smile to little miss Imogen and gave her a gentle pat on the head- he was exclusively determined to finding the spot on the couch that had unintentionally married itself to the creativity that came from his notebook and pencil. Gratifyingly, there was still a divot in the cushion from where his rear had sat for hours simply illustrating ideas in the form of the written word. He hoped the same thing would happen tonight.
During his walk home from university, he had mulled over many concepts to use as his study. He had already spent the last few weeks in class learning and each trial covered a different topic related to science. It had been an exhausting few trials, the information cramming itself into his brain until it was practically ready to burst, but fortunately, he always had his notebook to expel the excess knowledge. The journal clutched to his heart was the very one he had used to record everything he learned; it was a companion to say the least. This item of script and empty lines made it easy for him when he needed to look back at past theories and definitions. Although, he had hoped he wouldn’t have to do so as often as he did. Suffering from another papercut would be more painful than the damage his ego had bagged during last session's intellections.
As a psychologist by moonlight, Kotton fell into a state of deep thought just as the sun did, it's light dimming as it sunk behind the horizon. He set his journal against the surface of the crusty coffee table (it was in dire need of some deep cleaning). Then, he found a comfortable position on the couch by crossing his legs over one another. One of the many ideas he had thought about during his walk home was sensation, particularly how one sense affects another. To be even more precise, he was interested in the connection between sight and taste. Recently in class they had been discussing perception and as a Glamourist, he was personally drawn to understanding the mechanics of how people perceived things. Thus, his question was: how did colour affect a person’s taste?
He immediately followed his scientific question with an appropriate theory. He conformed to the proper ‘if then’ statement before instinctively drawing many bullet points underneath. The perception of flavour could be related to someone's visual perspective. The young man used a subjective take on the idea. To him, it was similar to that of taking a drink from an opaque bottle with the impression of consuming water only instead of water, there's the acidic taste of lemonade. It’s initially disgusting until you realised was it actually was. Could this be a testimony in favour of his hypothesis? He would have to circle back to this later.
For now, he chose to be more forward thinking. He needed to gather supplies, formulate a proper process flow and compile any additional questions. Thus, a significant amount of time was spent tracking down dye of various colours. The colours he had on hand were blue, red, and green, all crafted from local flowers. He was thankful he didn't have to sprint to a local vendor for these materials, but it probably wouldn't have bothered him if it meant potentially winning this Doran fellow's interest. After he had collected the dyes, he administered equal drops into separate glasses of similar size. The glasses he used were transparent so the colour of liquid would be visible. However, there was something that wouldn’t be quite so transparent, and that was that every container held the very same liquid. The only difference was the colour.
This experiment was a multi-trial process, but most impressive experiments often were. After he had gathered his materials, he had to find people willing to participate in his experiment so he could collect real data that would either come to prove or disprove his theory. So he took his things outside his house and a few metres from his porch. He set up a makeshift stand that held his many cups of variably coloured liquids before sustaining the tedious virtue of patience. It was a long process, but eventually there were a few locals who happened to pass by. And every soul that waltzed up to his station were given the same speech: 'Would you be willing to help a science student with theiw expewiment?’ And eventually at the end of an exhausting and arduous trial, Kotton had managed to obtain data from multiple individuals.
His findings made him nearly skip with fervency. His hopes had been initially set so low as no disappointment could come from menial expectations. His finding of willing participants had almost nonexistent, but here he was, with just enough information to create a mathematical table- a helpful tool one of his friends had shown him during their time spending holiday in town. In this table, he accentuated the votes of colours by way of the horizontal line at the bottom. The vertical line was where he put the number of votes. He filled in the empty spots with the corresponding data and finally had an basic representation of his experiment.
Kotton analyzed the tallies he had drawn and came to understand conclusive evidence that asserted his theory that vision plays an important role in taste. Thus, his original hypothesis had been proven.
He broke it down by way of documentation, using professional scripture and terminology: There were three men who met him at his table. Two out of the three stated that the liquid tinted with red was sweet whereas the blue and green tinctures were of unknown flavour. The third man found the red cup to be sour, the green one bitter, and the blue sweet. There were five women who approached his stand. Three out of the five agreed that the blue liquid was far sweeter than the others. The fourth decided that the blue liquid was sour, whilst the other colours were sweet. The fifth lady concluded that the blue liquid was sour, the red sweet, and the green bitter.
The young man took his findings and properly organised them so they illustrated a legible and conclusive argument. Apparently red food dye gave people the impression of sweetness, whilst other colours were of tastes that were yet to be determined. He understood the concept of outliers and how they were data points that differed significantly from others. He would need to mention this in his essay.
In the conclusion of his paper, Kotton explained more about the properties of perception. Regarding the discussion of the relationship between colour and taste, it could be assumed that these two distinct perceptions pointed to a probable empirical phenomenon. However, there were a few important differences to be noted. His findings from one experiment may not necessarily reflect that of another. Still, his determination coerced his belief that colour did in fact play a role in the taste of certain foods and beverages. He had limited his variables, followed the steps to a 'T' and discovered conclusive evidence with minimal outliers. Hat in hand, he made himself proud. And he instantly knew how to finish his report so that this Doran person would find him worthy of deliberation. All he had to do was revise his rough draft, formulate a final draft based on the corrections he had made of the first one and submit his work to the applicable eye.
This piqued his interest seeing as how he was a student of science; his gaze dropped to the next line and lingered as he continued to read: ‘If you are interested in receiving a scholarship, either write a science study thread at the Academy of Viden or one of its sister campuses in Rharne or Scalvoris’.
The young man would had normally been arrogant to not heed the rest of the notice, but whilst his intrigue had been captured and entertained his gaze continued on to more information stating what compensation would be offered upon fulfillment of such essay and the deadline for which it should be completed. Kotton had never been someone who was so invested in money, but to be able to attend more classes in the field of his choosing without financial strain? You'd certainly see him signing up for that! He also welcomed the opportunity for the experience and journey that would come out of it; it felt like a side-quest, a little challenge to encourage him to step outside his ill-stimulated mind and into a world of great discovery.
That being said, the young scholar had spent little more than a minute or two jotting down the details ascribed by the pamphlet. He was supposed to write a paper where he came up with an idea for a scientific project. Then, he was to send a letter to this Doran fellow that described said experiment with its conclusion attached. He hadn’t heard much about him other than from the words of gossip-mongering individuals, but he also also wasn't much of a purveyor of rumours. They often told tales of 'did he do or did he not's.
The general description of the advertisement was meant to offer Kotton a head start, but a strong feeling of overwhelm took hold of him. Any initial speck of ingenuity he held was swiftly ransacked, leaving his mind as empty as the slate he was meant to start with. Where would he begin? Where should he start? What was this Doran person looking for if he was looking for anything at all?
As someone who was easily distraught and corrupt by tidings of executive dysfunction, the inability to dictate a correct course of action manifested as a thrumming ache behind his eyes. He fought back tears and loomed under the pressure of far too many choices. The deadline wasn't as far out as he had hoped, so if he was going to get anywhere, he needed to start right now.
With the details permanently engraved in a piece of paper from his journal, Kotton headed straight home. He did not stop to say hello to the kindly woman at the bakery even though her robin egg headdress was very fashionable this trial. He did not stop to pay greetings to the wheat farmer who consistently removed his hat in an old fashioned movement of respect. He did not exchange greetings with the elderly friends he had made during one of the few times playing a random game of gin rummy. He didn’t even pause for a habitual glance towards the tavern, even if it was undoubtedly chalk-full of liquid pleasures that would normally taunt anyone tempted by the drink- hell, they might have even given him some inspiration as often a drunken Kotton did. But no, his destination was for home. And as soon as he passed through the wooden door, and moved the deadlock in its place- once he discarded his outerwear, and flung off his shoes- once he gave a smile to little miss Imogen and gave her a gentle pat on the head- he was exclusively determined to finding the spot on the couch that had unintentionally married itself to the creativity that came from his notebook and pencil. Gratifyingly, there was still a divot in the cushion from where his rear had sat for hours simply illustrating ideas in the form of the written word. He hoped the same thing would happen tonight.
During his walk home from university, he had mulled over many concepts to use as his study. He had already spent the last few weeks in class learning and each trial covered a different topic related to science. It had been an exhausting few trials, the information cramming itself into his brain until it was practically ready to burst, but fortunately, he always had his notebook to expel the excess knowledge. The journal clutched to his heart was the very one he had used to record everything he learned; it was a companion to say the least. This item of script and empty lines made it easy for him when he needed to look back at past theories and definitions. Although, he had hoped he wouldn’t have to do so as often as he did. Suffering from another papercut would be more painful than the damage his ego had bagged during last session's intellections.
As a psychologist by moonlight, Kotton fell into a state of deep thought just as the sun did, it's light dimming as it sunk behind the horizon. He set his journal against the surface of the crusty coffee table (it was in dire need of some deep cleaning). Then, he found a comfortable position on the couch by crossing his legs over one another. One of the many ideas he had thought about during his walk home was sensation, particularly how one sense affects another. To be even more precise, he was interested in the connection between sight and taste. Recently in class they had been discussing perception and as a Glamourist, he was personally drawn to understanding the mechanics of how people perceived things. Thus, his question was: how did colour affect a person’s taste?
He immediately followed his scientific question with an appropriate theory. He conformed to the proper ‘if then’ statement before instinctively drawing many bullet points underneath. The perception of flavour could be related to someone's visual perspective. The young man used a subjective take on the idea. To him, it was similar to that of taking a drink from an opaque bottle with the impression of consuming water only instead of water, there's the acidic taste of lemonade. It’s initially disgusting until you realised was it actually was. Could this be a testimony in favour of his hypothesis? He would have to circle back to this later.
For now, he chose to be more forward thinking. He needed to gather supplies, formulate a proper process flow and compile any additional questions. Thus, a significant amount of time was spent tracking down dye of various colours. The colours he had on hand were blue, red, and green, all crafted from local flowers. He was thankful he didn't have to sprint to a local vendor for these materials, but it probably wouldn't have bothered him if it meant potentially winning this Doran fellow's interest. After he had collected the dyes, he administered equal drops into separate glasses of similar size. The glasses he used were transparent so the colour of liquid would be visible. However, there was something that wouldn’t be quite so transparent, and that was that every container held the very same liquid. The only difference was the colour.
This experiment was a multi-trial process, but most impressive experiments often were. After he had gathered his materials, he had to find people willing to participate in his experiment so he could collect real data that would either come to prove or disprove his theory. So he took his things outside his house and a few metres from his porch. He set up a makeshift stand that held his many cups of variably coloured liquids before sustaining the tedious virtue of patience. It was a long process, but eventually there were a few locals who happened to pass by. And every soul that waltzed up to his station were given the same speech: 'Would you be willing to help a science student with theiw expewiment?’ And eventually at the end of an exhausting and arduous trial, Kotton had managed to obtain data from multiple individuals.
His findings made him nearly skip with fervency. His hopes had been initially set so low as no disappointment could come from menial expectations. His finding of willing participants had almost nonexistent, but here he was, with just enough information to create a mathematical table- a helpful tool one of his friends had shown him during their time spending holiday in town. In this table, he accentuated the votes of colours by way of the horizontal line at the bottom. The vertical line was where he put the number of votes. He filled in the empty spots with the corresponding data and finally had an basic representation of his experiment.
Kotton analyzed the tallies he had drawn and came to understand conclusive evidence that asserted his theory that vision plays an important role in taste. Thus, his original hypothesis had been proven.
He broke it down by way of documentation, using professional scripture and terminology: There were three men who met him at his table. Two out of the three stated that the liquid tinted with red was sweet whereas the blue and green tinctures were of unknown flavour. The third man found the red cup to be sour, the green one bitter, and the blue sweet. There were five women who approached his stand. Three out of the five agreed that the blue liquid was far sweeter than the others. The fourth decided that the blue liquid was sour, whilst the other colours were sweet. The fifth lady concluded that the blue liquid was sour, the red sweet, and the green bitter.
The young man took his findings and properly organised them so they illustrated a legible and conclusive argument. Apparently red food dye gave people the impression of sweetness, whilst other colours were of tastes that were yet to be determined. He understood the concept of outliers and how they were data points that differed significantly from others. He would need to mention this in his essay.
In the conclusion of his paper, Kotton explained more about the properties of perception. Regarding the discussion of the relationship between colour and taste, it could be assumed that these two distinct perceptions pointed to a probable empirical phenomenon. However, there were a few important differences to be noted. His findings from one experiment may not necessarily reflect that of another. Still, his determination coerced his belief that colour did in fact play a role in the taste of certain foods and beverages. He had limited his variables, followed the steps to a 'T' and discovered conclusive evidence with minimal outliers. Hat in hand, he made himself proud. And he instantly knew how to finish his report so that this Doran person would find him worthy of deliberation. All he had to do was revise his rough draft, formulate a final draft based on the corrections he had made of the first one and submit his work to the applicable eye.
