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redshiftlogs2020-09-03 12:32 am
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september 2020. welcome to the void.
Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Monthly Mingle
When: The Month of September 2020
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
What: Monthly Mingle
When: The Month of September 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 shuffling.
It's dark.
No, like, really dark.
Not only have the lights of the suns been extinguished, but the lights of Anchor are fading as well. It seems the skies are shifting again, and taking Anchor's solar power with them, again. The lights don't fade entirely, leaving Anchor basked in a grayish glow with shadows painting unpleasant shapes along the walls. In parts of Anchor, the emergency lights have come on, illuminating the areas around them in red.
You could be forgiven for assuming the first shadow you see moving is your imagination. But the second or third? And what's that soft moaning noise coming from some of the vents? At first, there's no answer to that question. Then they start appearing.
Zombies. It seems that the cemetery outside was occupied after all. Though not brain-eating, fast-moving zombies, they move in packs, and they're smart. The more of them in one place, the more intelligent their hunting and planning seems to be. Get cornered, and you might find yourself in pieces, in need of new limbs or, y'know, a new life...
If they get a bite in, it's not as bad as your typical zombie apocalypse, but you're in for an unpleasant ride - hallucinations of people you hate will drive you to attack anyone and anything that comes near you. Either that, or visions of people you've failed or disappointed will haunt you. These hallucinations are invisible to everyone else, and last no less than a day.
No, like, really dark.
Not only have the lights of the suns been extinguished, but the lights of Anchor are fading as well. It seems the skies are shifting again, and taking Anchor's solar power with them, again. The lights don't fade entirely, leaving Anchor basked in a grayish glow with shadows painting unpleasant shapes along the walls. In parts of Anchor, the emergency lights have come on, illuminating the areas around them in red.
You could be forgiven for assuming the first shadow you see moving is your imagination. But the second or third? And what's that soft moaning noise coming from some of the vents? At first, there's no answer to that question. Then they start appearing.
Zombies. It seems that the cemetery outside was occupied after all. Though not brain-eating, fast-moving zombies, they move in packs, and they're smart. The more of them in one place, the more intelligent their hunting and planning seems to be. Get cornered, and you might find yourself in pieces, in need of new limbs or, y'know, a new life...
If they get a bite in, it's not as bad as your typical zombie apocalypse, but you're in for an unpleasant ride - hallucinations of people you hate will drive you to attack anyone and anything that comes near you. Either that, or visions of people you've failed or disappointed will haunt you. These hallucinations are invisible to everyone else, and last no less than a day.
b. somebody to love.
Maybe the worst part of the zombie invasion, though, is that these are people you recognize. Not all of them, many of the faces of the shambling dead will be completely unfamiliar, but a lot of them are people from home. Loved ones, mortal enemies, and everyone in between. If they get close to you, their almost-familiar voices will start calling your name. Are they still in there? Is it worth finding out?
It's not just faces from home, either. The man from the welcome video shows up in zombie form frequently enough that there has to be more than one, and there's even multiple versions of Creepy Joe limping around, body unmarred by tentacles. Every now and again, pink-haired woman with a familiar voice and a long white dress will shamble out of seemingly nowhere. Endless double-faces, a city's worth of doppelgangers. Some of them seem drawn to places that were significant to them. Others wander aimlessly, making low, sad moaning sounds.
It's not just faces from home, either. The man from the welcome video shows up in zombie form frequently enough that there has to be more than one, and there's even multiple versions of Creepy Joe limping around, body unmarred by tentacles. Every now and again, pink-haired woman with a familiar voice and a long white dress will shamble out of seemingly nowhere. Endless double-faces, a city's worth of doppelgangers. Some of them seem drawn to places that were significant to them. Others wander aimlessly, making low, sad moaning sounds.
c. home sweet home.
One of the zombies has done the residents of Anchor a favor, though. It walked straight into one of the power generators and shorted it out, releasing the locks on the doors to the fancy apartments down at the base of the city, near the park.
These are multi-level condos with windows that face toward the park and gardens. Each suite has a private bathroom including a tub and shower, a miniature kitchen, and two to three bedrooms. Each one is furnished in soothing pale colors with high-quality furniture.
They're all fit to inhabit, too - if you don't mind the occasional laser scoring on the wall, or that streak of perfectly preserved dried blood. It seems even this place wasn't immune to what happened in the rest of the colony. But there's no sign of anyone being locked in, either. No bodies, no rotting smells, not even dried husks. Just colonial luxury splashed with violence. And the occasional lost zombie.
These are multi-level condos with windows that face toward the park and gardens. Each suite has a private bathroom including a tub and shower, a miniature kitchen, and two to three bedrooms. Each one is furnished in soothing pale colors with high-quality furniture.
They're all fit to inhabit, too - if you don't mind the occasional laser scoring on the wall, or that streak of perfectly preserved dried blood. It seems even this place wasn't immune to what happened in the rest of the colony. But there's no sign of anyone being locked in, either. No bodies, no rotting smells, not even dried husks. Just colonial luxury splashed with violence. And the occasional lost zombie.
d. the walking robo-dead.
Even the robots aren't immune to what's going on, it seems. Whenever one comes into contact with a zombie, it seems to short out, going offline until the offending monster has left the area. When it slowly comes back to life, it rolls about drunkenly, slamming into walls, people, and guard rails with equal lazy force. Sooner or later most of the bots in Anchor are affected, wandering aimlessly, trying to serve you sluggishly and usually doing it wrong, or - oh dear, that one's rolling to the edge of one of the upper walkways. You should probably stop it.
Unless you're Kabal or Starscream, then you can just watch it roll over the edge and smash into a million pieces at the bottom, you animal.
Unless you're Kabal or Starscream, then you can just watch it roll over the edge and smash into a million pieces at the bottom, you animal.
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Once he is there of course he is going right over to inspect the robot, leaning to look it right in the eye.]
Whoa, this is even cooler than the moskas!
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[She makes a couple of tweaks to the robot while it sits there, placing the back of her hand flat to Yamamoto's chest to gently push him back so she can get in closer.]
I would have never been able to do something like this back home.
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[Totally just made laser noises and finger guns as a demonstration. He takes no offense when she pushes him back, just moves out the way with a grin.]
Why not?
[As always, genuinely curious.]
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[She looks about to make use of a screwdriver, but settles for idly spinning it about in her hand instead.]
Maybe we did once, before the wars, but not anymore.
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[Yamamoto moves around the other side of the table, eyes studying it.]
What's he going to be able to do?
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[But here, she's made something that stands apart from them. In theory, it could even be better than them, but she doesn't think her knowledge of programming would stand up even against the somewhat buggy code that runs the 'native' bots.]
Something simple to start with. I might need to ask Peter or Qubit to help me.
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[That is the best part, it's something different, something not programmed by whoever was here before but by her, his friend and he is extremely excited by this!]
Can I watch while you work with him? This is pretty cool! Maybe teach him to throw baseballs?
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[She'd tell him not to get in her way, but she doesn't feel like she needs to. Poison drags a cart with a small screen and a keyboard over, and starts untangling some wires.]
If he has basic motor skills and the ability to learn, he should be able to learn to throw a ball. I think.
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He watches curiously but makes sure to settle out of the way while he does.]
That would be cool, we could have a game of baseball.
[He really misses actual games with enough people to play.]
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[They don't really have games in Gull, and she's never had the time to learn any since she left. Being the Hierophant takes a lot of time, and she had to grow up quickly.
Not that she had been a child by any means... not for quite some time.]
That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?
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[Yamamoto may be an unconventional teacher in some ways, there will be some sound effects, he can't help it, it's how he works.]
I can teach you too if you want. It's fun.
[Yamamoto, even when he is older, keeps his boyish charm about him; though in reality in Namimori, it is the supposed kids taking care of everything, the adults are far more obvious than adults should be.]
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[Poison purses her lips as she answers. She steps back to look at the robot and sighs, frowning. Though she'd never be able to make something so complex, she can't help but compare it to the cybertronians she used to know. She has to wonder what they would think of this.
She wonders what Rewind would think of it, and a slightly sad smile quirks at the corner of her mouth.]
But it could be fun.
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[He grins as he says it, he knows his strengths, and in truth, at least they come in handy as a skill set that can protect his friends. Which is always most important to him.
He sees the smile but Yamamoto is never one to push.]
It's a lot of fun, baseball is my favorite.
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[She's grateful that he doesn't pry. It's one of those good memories that stings to talk about, and maybe she'll tell him all about them some day.]
We didn't really have sports in Gull. There was fishing, but that could be dangerous.
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[It isn't really, Yamamoto is in fact while not the center of his friend group at home, the one who uses his calm, happy nature to help keep those bonds strong all the same. But to him, that is not a skill, that is just his love for his friends and family.]
You've never played a sport, I'd be really sad. I've been fishing but not a lot, I wonder if we could find somewhere here to fish.
[Just musing, the more activities for him the better, he gets bored easily.]
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[Well... it isn't much of a lake, but it's big enough that calling it a 'pond' doesn't seem right. And fishing in it is a good bit safer than fishing off the docks and walkways in her home village.]
Where I grew up... it's mostly marshland. There isn't much space for sports.
[Poison sets her tools down and brushes her hands together.]
Do you want to go now?
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[He wonders if he could get fish and make sushi? That would be a nice treat for everyone and a taste of close to home for him if he can make it happen.]
You guys didn't go to school?
[He perks up.]
Yeah! Can we eat them? Maybe I could make sushi.