february 2020. welcome to the void.

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Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Seventh Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of February 2020
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.

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Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.

a. the maze.

The sun is back. Only one this time! It is very very large.
But never mind that! Anchorites have a whole new area to explore. With the sun's return and the power surging through Anchor again, the water in the underground area has drained off, revealing a door that leads down to another level. There's only two doors. One that leads to some kind of observation room, the technology waterlogged and largely destroyed. The other leads to a blank hallway, short, with what looks like an open airlock hatch with a door that can be winched shut with a handle on both the inside and outside, leading into a room beyond.

That room beyond is empty, and the door will remain open until it reads more than one life sign inside the room. Then, it slams the hatch shut and starts to turn, rolling clockwise until what was the roof is now the floor. Then doors open. One straight ahead. One to the left. One to the right. One pointed downward. Even odds whether you walk through into another empty room or walk in and find yourself having a no good very bad day. If you do end up in a blank room, you may be sent in an endless zig-zag of empty spaces that either lead you to the door you came in at long last, or, well. End up ruining your day. Regardless of where you go or how you get there, you're aware that every hour on the hour, the rooms move abruptly forward, backward, up, down, without any rhyme or reason. The place is in motion, reshuffling itself, and the only way back out is through.

There are several types of rooms, scattered seemingly at random among the various rooms you can exit through.

ROOM A

The door opens and lets out a billow of cold air. Not just cold, it's freezing. You could take one of the other doors, but at least this one is different, isn't it? It feels like progress. But when you enter, the way back slams shut, leaving you in the dark and the cold with no one but your fellow trapped soul for company. This room won't open again for at least an hour. If you want to live, you're going to have to get nice and cozy.

ROOM B

This room, like the first, closes once you get inside. Crackling beams of energy flash across the room at seemingly random intervals and angles, blocking the way to any of the exits. Put a foot wrong, and you're liable to end up with a hole through it...or your torso. Watch long enough, however, and you might start to see a pattern in the way the energy travels. It still won't be easy to reach the other doorways, but at least now you have a fighting chance.

ROOM C

This room is a puzzle box. Immediately after you enter, the walls start moving, giant tiles sliding into place over the doors. It lurches, turns, spills you against one wall and the next in a dizzying, bruising circle. When it stops, the doors are hidden behind tiles of different sizes, and the only way to escape is to puzzle out how to move the tiles away from one of the doorways. Be quick about it - the longer it takes, the more layers of tiles creep in to make things harder, layer by layer, until the room starts to get pretty small....

ROOM D

Step inside, and the room lurches, dropping downward, then shifting left, then moving upward again. The doors in this room point in all directions except down. There are colored tiles all over the floor and walls. But that floor and those walls are moving, the tiles shifting in nebulous patterns, like some exterior hand is treating the space like a Rubik's cube.

Careful where you step. It's not an obvious puzzle to crack, but once you step on a tile of one color, you can only step on tiles of that color. Step elsewhere and who knows what will happen. The room could fill with toxic gas. It could start playing ear-splitting screams and the lights could start flashing. Or, one of the tiles could simply explode with a small enough charge to take off the leg that stepped there. The consequences vary, but they're never pleasant, and they never leave their victim unscathed.

ROOM E

There are monsters behind the glass walls. Rather, there is one very familiar looking monster. Ropy, plantlike tentacles weave in and out of one another, forming shapes and intricate designs with their tiny flowerlike mouths. They could almost be pretty, if you hadn't seen them for the first time protruding from Creepy Joe's eye.

Holes punctuate the roof and floor, and through those holes, sensing body heat, the tentacles start to crawl. Hunting for bare skin. Hunting for a host.

There's only one door out of here, and it's across the room from where you came in - and the way back is closed. Crossing the room poses the very real risk of infection from the creatures in the walls, but doing nothing is almost a guarantee of ending up with a nasty parasite.

Good luck.

b. matchmaker, matchmaker.

Those who don't venture down into the newly opened lab will suffer a very different kind of torture. The robo-matchmaker is at it again. Even odds as to whether or not it's malfunctioning or it's just bored because of how few people use the intimacy lounge. Either way, it's setting up dating profiles for residents of anchor and broadcasting them over the network to be seen by all and sundry. They might not be accurate, they might not even make sense, but what the 'bot lacks in prose style it makes up with enthusiasm. It's so enthusiastic, in fact, that it's messaging people on behalf of those too shy to do it themselves. The texts it sends are as off the wall as the profiles it creates, so seriously. Go nuts.

Thankfully, this time it's had the foresight to make a version for anyone underage, but where it draws that distinction can vary wildly, and is up to the player.

Robo-Matchmaker (?̵̢̠̀?̷̠͉͍̝̙̕ͅ?̡̢̡̹̩̖̝̞̪̦̘ͅ)

I͎͇̰̺̼͡ ̝̳̼̻͕̩͚á̷̳͍̫͕͞m̱̱̺͍̳̞̖ ̴̥͇̣͎̺̤̩͕̩͜h͖̕͞͠er͉̟͕͈̳̀ḙ͔̼̠̤ ͓̠̰̗̹̘̣͔t͏̸̤̳̙͍͎̮͕̞͢o҉̨̜͖̠̝͙̜̦̜ ̮̠̝̪̩̤̣m̖̻a̤͙̘̲̫̩̗k̮͓̀͜e̶̠͚͞ ̯̯̘̦͜͠you͈̹̟͔͜͠ͅr͈̮̮̗͖̜̠͠ ̮̗̗̹̘̬̠͢d̴̵̯͖̀r̷͇͍̦̗̯͢eaṃ̘͝͞ş̳̺̭̮͜ ̖͚͚͓͙͇͙͓̜c͖͕̰̞̺̟̫ớ͈̖͇̲̗m̶̞̟̣̘͎̘̲̣̕͢é̠̯͞ ̼t͔͢r͢͏̠̙̜̬͖̞̥̜ư̧͈̫͜e̹̮̮̝͝.̗̠̪̭̫͞

Interests: true love, friends with benefits, e͏͇̫m̲̤̬͟ ͉͍͜ǫ̙̟̳̲͘t̬͓i҉̟̼̣͓̯̜̞̼͜ ҉̛̺̪̣͈͖͖̟̥̺o̴̢͔̙̥̠̟̮̮̪̩n̷̗̜s҉̰̖̯͟͠

Assets: I̤̥̙̺̪̪̱͜ ̢̟k̢̰̫ͅn͕̤̳o̤͚͓͓w̲̬ ͠e̸̞̺̳͔̙ve̝̳̭̣̝͠ͅry͏̝̙̠t̲͚̠hi͕̣̯ng̭͓͕̖͈ ̖̣ą̰͖̲ͅbơ̯̥̹̠̱u͉̯̪͟t̜̞̱ yo̹͙ͅu̢̗.̡̪̥̙̱̘̞ ͕̀:̮̩̯̜̗̘)

Ass-ets: a bot never tells

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ANGEL THE SIREN | BORDERLANDS | ( crau, ryslig )

[circumspector]

ANGEL (23)

DADDY ISSUES AND A LATE STAGE TEENAGE REBELLION.

Interests: GUNS, GUNS, THE EXISTENTIAL FREEDOM OF KNOWING YOUR OWN DEATH AS A LIVING STATE. DID WE MENTION GUNS.

Assets: BENCH PRESS YOUR ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT WITH ONE ARM, AND HOLD YOUR BEST FRIEND IN THE OTHER. THE THREESOME YOU ALWAYS WANTED, WE KNOW.

Ass-ets: CONS: COMMITMENT ISSUES. WILL HIT IT AND QUIT IT. YOU'RE DEFINITELY A FURRY NOW. // PROS:... BUT LIKE, NOT FOR ONE OF THE REALLY CREEPY ONES, WE'RE 78% SURE. JUST PET THE SOFT FUR, SNUGGLE THE BOOBS, GRAB THE KIM K BOOTY AND CONSOLE YOURSELF THAT AT LEAST YOUR PARENTS AREN'T HERE TO ASK IF THEY NEED TO KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR NEW LIFESTYLE CHOICES.

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[nothinglikefather]

[ Did he mean to send this? Was he drunk? Was it the robot? We'll never know. ]

I'd tap that.

[circumspector]

✔

Jacob do you even know what that means.

[ SHE DOUBTS IT. ]

[nothinglikefather]

Know what what means?

[circumspector]

"I'd tap that."

[nothinglikefather]

That means you'd sleep with someone. I have picked up some of your modern slang, thanks.

[circumspector]

Alright, point proven. I just didn't trust it wasn't that it wasn't the robot trying to pretend. Seemed the easier way to catch it out.

[circumitus]

[uh]

are you ok??

[circumspector]

... I'm fine.

Just uhm. I think the robot had a bit too much charge.

[circumitus]

you mean the one that says more shit about you than it has any business to know?
yeah figured no one would purposefully put shit like that out there.

[circumspector]

It could be worse, at least its not pictures of people's privates.

[circumitus]

gross no thanks

[No dick pics, please.]

dont know why that thing is so eager to hook people up tho

[circumspector]

Oh I loved getting people to hook up. Watching people enjoy themselves is wonderful.

[... ]

Wait, sh- sugar. Not like that. I mean when they were flirting and stuff. I did see the other stuff but that's because I was a planet wide surveillance system. So it wasn't on purpose, Pandora is just like that and -

I'm going to stop talking now.

text @totheark

[0thingsonmymind]

whatis
fur ry
?

[circumspector]

Oh, uh - [ damnit robot. ]

- So you know how some people have preferences with the kind of sex they have... like some people like when their partner bites them, some people like have their hair pulled, or... you know, like when their partners wear nice lingerie or... things like that?

[0thingsonmymind]

???

*Forgive him, he's pretty much forgotten sex is a thing.*

[circumspector]

Uhm.

Have you... have you had sex?

[0thingsonmymind]

no

*Well, he may have before...everything. But he hasn't since. Fucking won't help him find the ark.*






iknow what
is

[circumspector]

[ Are you sure? I mean you don't know until you try it. ]

Well. That's good then. But you should try it one day, when you find someone you like, it's a lot of fun.

[ she clears her throat, off she goes. ]

So, people don't just have sex with anyone at any point. I mean some people do, but, for the most part... Everyone likes different things when they're with someone, right? Some people like tall partners, or short partners, or partners with long hair, partners with nice legs, that sort of thing, you know?

[text; un: bearly.bewitched]

[birdical]

You have fur????? 😱

[Yep, that was her takeaway from this.]

Re: [text; un: bearly.bewitched]

[circumspector]

Yeah, it's kind of patchy I guess but...

[birdical]

How nice! 😊 Have you brushed it before? Do you brush it often?

[circumspector]

Oh it's very short, so I don't need to brush it so much. So I tend to just towel dry it very thoroughly to keep it nice.

And my - uh, my friend, boyfriend. [ Deep breath. It's just a word. ] He helps with my mane since I can't reach it myself.

[birdical]

You have a boyfriend? 🥰 How sweet he is to help you with your mane. What is he like??

[circumspector]

Yeah. He's just that kind of guy. He sees someone struggling, and he helps. It's not more complicated than that to him. Anything else isn't good enough for him. It's amazing. I never thought people like that ever existed.