march 2020. welcome to the void.

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Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Seventh Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of March 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. escape the dome.

It seems the mysterious, massive plant with its giant bud is not going anywhere. In fact, the bud is starting to bloom, which presents a problem - it's starting to press against the dome that protects Anchor. So far, no harm done, but is this really the best way to test the kind of pressure that the dome can withstand? There's got to be some way to bring the plant down without destroying chunks of Anchor in the process...

And uh, you might want to get on that. The plant has been growing, sending out thorny vines into the various levels, and the flowers growing from those vines are, shall we say, aggressive. In fact, they're liable to bite if you get too close, and these things have razor-sharp petals. More eerily, they can mimic the voices they hear, usually using those borrowed voices to beg for help at the end of long corridors or in the back rooms of abandoned shops and restaurants.

b. planetary fly traps.

Following the voices can get a body in all kinds of trouble, because, well. They want to eat you.

In those dark areas where the voices call out there are larger buds, too, ones that look similar to the one now pressing up against Anchor's dome. They're about twice the size of an average human, and they've just barely opened. The colors inside are brilliant, gorgeous, mesmerizing, kind of exhausting... Get too close, and you could find yourself being slowly dragged in through the mouth of the plant into a bath of liquid that saps your energy while also slowly (very slowly, don't worry) consuming your flesh.

Better hope you snap out of it quickly, or have some backup to get you out of there.

c. misfire mayhem.

In case that wasn't enough, there's something funny going on with the comm system again. Texts being sent to the wrong people. Simple things, small things, yes, but also some things that you might have wanted to keep private or off the network. The misfires start on the morning of the 20th with just a few texts going to the wrong recipients, but slowly amps up throughout the day until voice and video calls are connecting to the wrong people. Recordings of conversations, including the audio and video ones, getting sent to completely unrelated residents, regardless of how private the conversation was.

The reason for the malfunctions becomes... well, clear-ish when Creepy Joe appears on the network. He’s in the agricultural sector, petting a reindire and very much not in that secure quarantine where Qubit et all left him. The angle is odd--not from a communicator, but from one of the security cameras overhead. It blinks from one shot of Joe to another angle. Almost like someone is trying to keep an eye on him.

mod notes.

Misfire texts, voice, and video conversations are on an opt-in basis, it is up to each player if they want their characters tormented with their messages being sent to others or receiving misfires. Misfires can be played on this log, on the network, or in IC inboxes.

The NPC network entry will explain some details on why, but characters who were kind to Creepy Joe or who have put in a lot of effort to contribute to the community will find that their messages are getting misfired much less often and the contents are nowhere near as sensitive. Characters who were cruel to Creepy Joe or who have hurt/stolen from others will find their messages going astray more often, and with more sensitive material.

Messages received by characters can include any message posted in redshiftrp or in IC inboxes, including messages from dropped characters. Have fun with that!

Important but Unrelated: March and April have been designated as check in only for AC. If you have not yet posted your AC, feel free to just put a check-in notice under your character's AC thread. April check-ins can be posted any time on or after April 1st.

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Comments

Jacob Frye - AC Syndicate- OTA

[nothinglikefather]

A. Some Light Pruning

[ Jacob has been itching to try and cut this overgrown weed down to size for a while now, ever since it was pointed out that it hadn't yet stopped growing.

He's been surveying it again, staying clear of the flowers and vines as he tries to work out a way of cutting the thing down without damaging Anchor in the process.

And as he has no idea how resilient the plant is, he decided to perform an experiment. Pulling out a knife, weighs it in his hand as looks for a weak point in the stem.

And then his stabs it.

Turns out that is a VERY bad idea, as several thorny tendrils make a beeline for him. ]

C. New phone who dis?

fuck / marry /kill: Kabal, Qubit, Carlisle

C

[itsnotaonesie]

[WELL THIS SURE IS A WEIRD TEXT but fuck it yolo.]

Kabal / Carlisle / Qubit

that was actually really hard

[nothinglikefather]

[ Well he had intended to send that to Angel but erm... okay. ]

interesting answers.

Same question: Brian, Angel, Chronos

[itsnotaonesie]

I don't know Chronos so I guess I'd

kiiiiillllllllll?? them??? God that sounds horrible out of context

Marry Brian I guess, Angel can step on me.

[He's not gonna SAY fuck Angel because he's not CRUDE. mostly.]

[nothinglikefather]

Much easier to kill people you don't
know.

"Step on you". That's one of those modern sex things you people have? Is it a hoof thing? Do you have a hoof fetish?

[itsnotaonesie]

She did kick me really hard in the chest once

but no that's weird that's super weird

[nothinglikefather]

And now you have a hoof fetish

Its not weird.

Well okay it is weird

Its really weird. Like a foot thing. Really weird.

Still as long as its consentual.

[itsnotaonesie]

the only one being weird here is you dude

you're the one that decided it was a weird thing

[nothinglikefather]

... I mean

I'm not the one with the hoof fetish.

I am sorry you don't think that's weird.

A

[borntohurt]

[ Charles in his right mind could have told him that was probably a bad call. But that's not the Charles Jacob has at his side right now.

What he has is a massive wall of black fur and muscle that barrels him out of the way of those tendrils, snarling and snapping as they try to make their way past. But the wolf is having none of it, bristled and trying to seize hold of those vine whips as they strike, intending to tear them to pieces.

The wolf understands Pack. And it will protect. ]

[nothinglikefather]

[ Fighting alongside Charles, whatever physical form he takes, is different from fighting alongside anyone else Jacob has ever known. It's not like fighting with Evie, who always wants to correct his stance, it's not like the gang who wait for his orders, it isn't like Angel who acts like a one-woman army.

It's Charles who keeps half an eye on him but trusts him to fight well enough to hold his own. Even if Charles has all that supernatural strength to call on.

Being knocked out of the way of the thorns does not knock him out of the fight. The instinct is to roll as he hits the ground, get back up on his feet with a weapon out. The vines are focused on the pair of them now, lashing and threatening to curl around the wolf's limbs. ]

Watch it!

[Thank god that the knives can be thrown, and one slices at a vine as it inches closer to Charles' hind leg, stopping it in it's tracks, just as another attempts to grab Jacob's arm. A slash and grunt as he yanks away, moving back to Charles to grab up the thrown blade.]

Remind me to have a serious talk with the gardeners!

[borntohurt]

[ The vines do indeed seem to be trying to restrain now, rather than simply lash out in attack. Jacob's quick reflexes prevent one from snaring Charles's leg, but there are more trying to encircle his large, furry body.

Seeing them try to enclose around them, the wolf backs up a step, then another. Hunches shoulders, trying to put itself between the bulk of the attacking vines and Jacob. One tries to rip past, and he whirls with more speed than one might expect for a beast his size, digging his teeth down savagely.

The thorns cut his lips, his tongue, but he's determined to shake it free regardless. ]

[nothinglikefather]

[ Jacob has seen the wolf attack demons and monsters before now, seen Charles risk himself on Jacob's behalf. When that protection comes at the cost of Charles' health, when it causes him pain, Jacob knows that falls on his shoulders. He remembers all too well the terrifying lethargy that consumed Charles in the City, that took days for him to wake from.

Now he sees those thorns rip into his flesh and it only makes Jacob angry. Guilty. Possessive in his own right.

He can help. He's not weak. And he isn't going to let Charles get hurt on his account.

Heavy boots stamp on the creepers that snake across the ground towards them, and the blade slices once more at the vines trying to curl around Charles' body. But with the wolf moving so quickly, aiming a strike threatens to bite into him as well as the plant.

How can they fight this thing? How can they best it? None of his weapons are designed to fight something like this.]

[borntohurt]

[ And with the wolf twisting and turning so quickly, it doesn't present any easier a target as the vines coil in closer. As soon as he's severed one vine, two more loop around his neck and face, trying to draw him towards whatever their source might be.

The wolf digs in his heels, shaking viciously and snarling, but he's unable to get his muzzle loose enough to take another bite. It does nothing to calm him, a creature already born of repressed rage, and relaxing long enough for Jacob to take a swing at the things is not a thought in its mind. ]

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

[nothinglikefather]

[ The spark of anger catches and takes hold, fear as good a tinder as any. He can see Charles' claws mark the floor as the strains against the pull of the vines, as the thorns bite into him. And he can see what they pull him towards: a great flower on a fat stem, it's petals open like a maw.

There isn't time to curse, although he feels like he should. He doesn't have fire, or an axe, or anything he feels would be useful. But he does have Bark at his hip, and he pulls it free, aiming at the source of the vines, letting a hail of bullets and lightning tear through them.

There's the green smell of bleeding sap as the vines recoil from Charles, pulling back. But not for long. ]

Go! Move!

[borntohurt]

[ Well he's certainly made it mad, and it flails about, vines loosening and allowing Charles to tear his way free. Spatterings of the sap fly everywhere, catching sticky on his fur, but he doesn't seem deterred.

Even if there's blood mixing with the sap on his dark fur, and dripping from his bared, snarling teeth. ]

C I'm hollering

[abheirrant]

I don't understand what it is you're saying about me.

[But he gets the distinct feeling he totally does, and that he doesn't like it.]

[nothinglikefather]

Carly!

I'm not saying anything about you. I'm getting interesting results though.

[abheirrant]

It's Carlisle.

What do you mean results?

[nothinglikefather]

Who wants to do what with whom. It's very interesting.

[abheirrant]

That doesn't make any sense.

[nothinglikefather]

Yes it does.

It was be good to do an analysis on those that say they'd marry you versus those that want to fuck you.

[abheirrant]

[And a moment later, a second text.]

Wait, you mean which of us someone would marry, kill, or otherwise? What kind of a question is that?

[nothinglikefather]

A fun sort? Don't you ever think about that?

[abheirrant]

I don't consider an analysis on whether or not someone would want to marry me versus the other two choices being an enjoyable endeavor in any way.