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Entry tags:
- !mod post: intro mingle,
- assassin's creed: jacob frye,
- assassin's creed: ratonhnhakéton,
- borderlands: angel,
- dragon age: cole,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- irredeemable: qubit,
- marble hornets: brian thomas,
- mass effect: commander rufina shepard,
- mcu: peter parker,
- original: elleru,
- original: rey,
- overwatch: hanzo shimada,
- red dead redemption: charles smith,
- samurai jack: scaramouche,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- umbrella academy: allison hargreeves,
- umbrella academy: ben hargreeves,
- warm bodies: julie grigio
february 2020. welcome to the void.
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.
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.
Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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....
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.
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.
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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Have never done stuff like that, okay. Was too busy either being in war zones or dead or worse to have had time for that shit with people. [And she doesn't know how to feel about a bot trying to make time for that for her.]
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That's it. That's the problem. How the hell do people figure out what they like? Where do they start? What if they end up stabbing you in a post-traumatic stress-induced episode?
[YOU KNOW. NORMAL PEOPLE PROBLEMS.]
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Start small, Rrey. What can someone do that makes you happy?
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Not sure. Haven't really thought about what someone else could do. Figured that kind of thing is supposed to just... happen. [Except that's not how it works. That's not how it works at all.]
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[Like she hasn't been doing that already.]
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Mmn...
Food, probably? Might not have come up before, but... Didn't have a sense of taste for nearly a century, so just about everything is new. Almost cried the first time...
[Spoilers: She sobbed her eyes out.]
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Now, what is it about someone that you like? What draws you to them? Is it they cook for you? Or their eyes? Do you want me to tell you what draws me?
[One question at a time, Elleru.]
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[Rey might not have had much of those moments in the romantic sense, but her stomach sure is one fast track way to her heart.]
And, er. If you wouldn't mind, telling what you like... That'd be good.
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I like many things.
[Truthful, but she needs to put it into terms Rey can grasp. She gets more specific.]
I like when someone does not mind me being close. The softness of skin kissed by the sun. If I can touch their hair or their hand without question. It is how my kind are, and it makes me think of them.
I like when someone smells like the trees and the grass rather than the hard walls of the city. My colony was surrounded by trees, and they are familiar to me. If I close my eyes, I may imagine I am there. I chose to leave, but I still miss it.
I like when someone stands out in a crowd, when you cannot miss them. Unique individuals. Those who have interesting stories to tell. I want to sit and hear them, and tell them mine.
Those are some of what draws me to a person.
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Ah. That's... a lot.
[And she can't help but feel as though most of those things Elleru likes don't really apply to herself. Maybe she's been interpreting things wrong... Assuming there was anything to interpret.
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Rey no.]So, affection is pretty normal for your people, then?
[Just something that gals being pals do?]
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It can be. We know many kinds of affection. Some are for those you have only just met. Some are for friends. For peers, or mates. Others for lovers, those you show your true self to.
[Which, apparently, is not the same thing as a mate...?]
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There's a difference between mates and lovers?
[She feels really weird saying those words.]
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A mate is who you mate with. For... children? But with a lover, you are truly bonded. It is an unbreakable vow to one another that you will protect them, and they will protect you. You would die for them.
[Which— oh. Oh no, those are often the same thing for uprights, aren't they? They aren't like her kind, where there is a definite distinction between the two, particularly in smaller colonies.]
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Ah... Used to those things being one and the same for some people. Guess they might be different in other places...
[Different strokes for different folks. It's not like Rey's ever entertained the notion of ever having a family like that, since she. Well. Can't.]
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[Another pause. Rey trailed off there, and there's something uneasy in that fact.]
Forgive if my common is unclear. Perhaps mate is not the proper word for it? We call them r'rogu.
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[It's just a very primal and animalistic phrasing. Rey pauses as she considers her words.]
Spartan children were raised as wards of the state rather than with their family, for instance. Is it like that, with your people?
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What is wards of the state?
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So, the child rearing is handled by a residential institution and the ones in charge of it, then?
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Our goddess blesses some of us with abilities. They may shape the trees, or protect the weak. [Or turn into uprights.]
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