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Entry tags:
- !mod post: intro mingle,
- dragon age: cole,
- irredeemable: qubit,
- mcu: loki,
- mcu: peter parker,
- original: carlisle longinmouth,
- original: rey,
- poison: poison,
- red dead redemption: kieran duffy,
- samurai jack: scaramouche,
- ssss: onni hotakainen,
- ssss: reynir arnason,
- umbrella academy: ben hargreeves,
- umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- warm bodies: julie grigio
september 2019. welcome to the void.
Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Third Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of September 2019
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
What: Third Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of September 2019
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. turrets.
That power surge kicked off some sh... stuff, all right. It took a while for the systems to cycle back on, but two new areas of Anchor are now accessible and usable. One of them is nice and relaxing and safe, and we'll get to that one in a minute. The other one, addressed first, is not very nice and not very relaxing and definitely not safe.
The internal defense systems on the upper levels have come to life, and have targeted anyone within their range as a hostile entity. Get ready to run the gauntlet if you want to turn them off - you'll have to dodge lasers, bullets, and aggressive defense bots (that can be rewired and/or rebooted to assist characters instead of trying to murder them). The reward? Getting to the heavily protected (think many many murderbots and lasers) security control room. If you can make it, you'll be able to reboot the internal defenses, turning off the aggressive targeting and having access for the first time to surveillance of almost all of Anchor. Those areas your characters didn't know were there? Revealed. Those dense patches of jungle-like growth in the agricultural center? You've got a spotlight into their heart.
Though, huh, not all the cameras seem to be working. What's with those screens that show up from time to time that are nothing but static?
Oh well, doesn't really matter, does it?
The internal defense systems on the upper levels have come to life, and have targeted anyone within their range as a hostile entity. Get ready to run the gauntlet if you want to turn them off - you'll have to dodge lasers, bullets, and aggressive defense bots (that can be rewired and/or rebooted to assist characters instead of trying to murder them). The reward? Getting to the heavily protected (think many many murderbots and lasers) security control room. If you can make it, you'll be able to reboot the internal defenses, turning off the aggressive targeting and having access for the first time to surveillance of almost all of Anchor. Those areas your characters didn't know were there? Revealed. Those dense patches of jungle-like growth in the agricultural center? You've got a spotlight into their heart.
Though, huh, not all the cameras seem to be working. What's with those screens that show up from time to time that are nothing but static?
Oh well, doesn't really matter, does it?
b. hot springs episode.
One of the areas adjacent to the bar and intimacy lounge has been sputtering on and off ever since the power surge. One evening, with a loud crack and a humming sound that slowly dissipates, the lights come on and water starts flowing down the artificial waterfall into the fountain out front. The spa is back online!
The lobby is inviting and zen, with holographic walls that depict scenic locations (some of them very unlike Earth), with fountains splashing delicately on either side of the door. The attendants are slightly malfunctioning bots, but the most harm they'll do is bring you six towels when you ask for one, or a bucket of massage oil to work on those knots in your back with.
There are three areas in the spa, each of them fully-outfitted with towels, robes of all sizes, fuzzy slippers, the works. One has all the amenities of a Turkish bath, right down to the fantastically arched roofs and mosaics of Istanbul. One is designed not unlike a Japanese hot spring, though the spring is heated artificially rather than naturally. The springs are large enough to be communal in some areas and small enough to be private in others, varying in depth from deep enough to swim on one end and shallow enough to sit on the bottom on the other. All hot springs have a stone shelf around the edges where those who don't want to swim can sit. The last area is more Western, with steam rooms, saunas, massage tables, and mud baths for the adventurous.
One thing all of these areas have in common: the settings on virtually everything can be adjusted to taste. Not in the traditional way, either. The steams and waters can be tweaked to be soporific, can serve as muscle relaxants, can ease anxiety, and can even bolster moods. None of these effects are involuntary, and none of them are brought on by drugs - it's more an advanced mix of pheromones and harmless compounds that can affect a single person or a given pool or room. Also, the baths and hot springs have adjustable bubble settings. The water colors can change, some of them even allowing characters to dye their hair the color that's been selected for the tub without staining their skin. Bubbles of all kinds can rise up out of the water, from the foamy comfort of childhood bubble baths to hovering golden bubbles that chime when you pop them. Characters can choose from a variety of bath salts, scents, and oils - the spas were designed not just for relaxation, but for pure and simple fun.
The lobby is inviting and zen, with holographic walls that depict scenic locations (some of them very unlike Earth), with fountains splashing delicately on either side of the door. The attendants are slightly malfunctioning bots, but the most harm they'll do is bring you six towels when you ask for one, or a bucket of massage oil to work on those knots in your back with.
There are three areas in the spa, each of them fully-outfitted with towels, robes of all sizes, fuzzy slippers, the works. One has all the amenities of a Turkish bath, right down to the fantastically arched roofs and mosaics of Istanbul. One is designed not unlike a Japanese hot spring, though the spring is heated artificially rather than naturally. The springs are large enough to be communal in some areas and small enough to be private in others, varying in depth from deep enough to swim on one end and shallow enough to sit on the bottom on the other. All hot springs have a stone shelf around the edges where those who don't want to swim can sit. The last area is more Western, with steam rooms, saunas, massage tables, and mud baths for the adventurous.
One thing all of these areas have in common: the settings on virtually everything can be adjusted to taste. Not in the traditional way, either. The steams and waters can be tweaked to be soporific, can serve as muscle relaxants, can ease anxiety, and can even bolster moods. None of these effects are involuntary, and none of them are brought on by drugs - it's more an advanced mix of pheromones and harmless compounds that can affect a single person or a given pool or room. Also, the baths and hot springs have adjustable bubble settings. The water colors can change, some of them even allowing characters to dye their hair the color that's been selected for the tub without staining their skin. Bubbles of all kinds can rise up out of the water, from the foamy comfort of childhood bubble baths to hovering golden bubbles that chime when you pop them. Characters can choose from a variety of bath salts, scents, and oils - the spas were designed not just for relaxation, but for pure and simple fun.
c. joe's dirt.
So you've survived the security malfunction. You've washed off the dirt and anxiety at the spa. But the newly reactivated security stations throughout Anchor have revealed something odd. There's a blip in the power systems in one area of the agricultural level, like something is siphoning off power from the main lines. Tracking down the source in the deep tangle of underbrush won't be easy, and there may be a few mutated, fanged, clawed cattle that maneuver shockingly well between the trees, but eventually you'll come to a breach in Anchor's wall. At first it just looks like a crack, but it's large enough to squeeze through and there's the darkness of an open space behind it. A tunnel, leading down into the earth outside, well below surface level and thus largely safe.
Wires run along the roof and floor, though the tunnel itself is dark. Walk long enough and you'll come to a wider space, open enough for two or three people to move around comfortably at the same time. It's still dark, lit only by screens that show the same security feeds that are available at the stations throughout the city. And others. Angles on the surface that show Anchor from a distance, and other visuals that don't show Anchor at all, trained instead on massive structures or formations or lakes out on the surface somewhere. But there's something more disturbing: there are cameras set to record some people's rooms. And the only rooms that are shown are occupied.
Someone has been here, recently enough to track where new people have moved in.
On the floor in one corner, there's a crumpled photograph of a man some might recognize as Creepy Joe, happy and whole, with a little girl sitting on his shoulder. It looks like it's been stamped into the dirt.
Wires run along the roof and floor, though the tunnel itself is dark. Walk long enough and you'll come to a wider space, open enough for two or three people to move around comfortably at the same time. It's still dark, lit only by screens that show the same security feeds that are available at the stations throughout the city. And others. Angles on the surface that show Anchor from a distance, and other visuals that don't show Anchor at all, trained instead on massive structures or formations or lakes out on the surface somewhere. But there's something more disturbing: there are cameras set to record some people's rooms. And the only rooms that are shown are occupied.
Someone has been here, recently enough to track where new people have moved in.
On the floor in one corner, there's a crumpled photograph of a man some might recognize as Creepy Joe, happy and whole, with a little girl sitting on his shoulder. It looks like it's been stamped into the dirt.
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shit
Peter doesn't know what to do with this. Aside from awkwardly lower his shirt after she touches his scar. he got that way back in Hadriel and it wasn't even his fault OKAY MOM.
But goddamn he does feel really bad about making her worry. He is so bad at this.]
I-- I know, I'm sorry. It's just, I can handle it, you know? And a lot of other people here can't. I'm not doing it because it's fun, I'm doing it to protect people.
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I know. [She admits, and she purses her lips slightly before she slides her legs back into the hot water, gripping lightly at the edge of the pool.]
You're just like that. Some people have to be the heroes, right?
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He fidgets with his bucket a bit before setting it down and moving over to crouch at the edge of the pool.]
Hey, um. I'm sorry for uh, for worrying you. I'm sorry that I haven't been around. Truth is, I uh... I've had a lot on my mind lately. Nothing bad, it's just... it's a lot.
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You want to talk about it?
[It's a guess... because why else would he bring it up?]
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[He's already made it this far, so he's not about to just go NAH CHANGED MY MIND BYEEE but man words in situations like this aren't his strong point. This is super hard okay.]
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[It's the strangest kind of sinking feeling. Worry that chases the heat off her legs and draws her eyebrows together into a faint frown.
So serious, all of a sudden.]
Well... have you tried just saying it?
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Oh my God, I have tried so many times, you don't even know. And then I'd totally wimp out and uh, to be honest I think it's most of why I haven't been around as much. I-- I uh, see, I'm not really the best when it comes to talking just, in general? And I'm even worse at it when I'm trying to like, talk about... I guess personal things? I think this is a personal thing. But not like, a bad one! I-- oh my God I'm sorry, I'm...
[And he's rambling. He pauses, takes a deep breath, rubs at his face a bit, clearly stalling. As you do.]
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Wait--
Oh.
Her dark eyes widen slightly, and-- spirits, Peter is so bad at this, but that strange chill moves into a light sensation as she realises she just-- she just might know what he's trying to get at.
And, very gently, she touches his arm.]
Sometimes, when something's really hard to say, it's easier just to show it instead.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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OKAY, okay, he can't decide if her touching his arm is making this easier or harder or- okay it's making this harder, but that thing she says actually makes a lot of sense. He's always been more of an actions over words guy anyway, so just doing something should be way easier than just saying some bullshit. He spends perhaps a concerning number of seconds just staring at her and trying to decide just what to do to show her what he's been trying and failing to say for a while now. You can practically see the light bulb appear over his head when he finally gets it.
So, he leans in quickly, gives her a quick peck on the lips, starts to lean back immediately because oh my God I just did that, slips, and falls right into the spring.
Peter Parker, ladies and gentlemen.]
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And... really, she should have expected what happens next.
Peter falls straight into the water, and Poison yelps in what is only half surprise (because of course he'd fall into the water, of course he would) before she slides in after him somewhat more gracefully and grabs the back of his shirt to pull him back up again.]
You are not going to drown right after you kissed me.
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Maybe I please drown just a little bit. I think I really need to drown at least a little bit right now.
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[No drowning! Poison laughs softly, shaking her head and making sure he's found his feet before she lets him go.]
... But I'd like it very much if you'd kiss me again.
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See this had been the kind of reaction from her he'd hoped for, and it still manages to completely throw him off his game. In a good way, at least.]
Really? Wow, okay, um-
[He's just going to stop talking before he starts doing his dumb, awkward rambling thing again, and leans down to give her a less ridiculous kiss. It's not quite as short as the first one, just because he's not falling into the goddamn pool this time, but it's still mostly just a quick peck on the lips. He's doing his best, guys.]
I'm uh, I've never actually done this before.
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But she knew that already, and it's a small proportion of why she likes him. Which... you know, she's been trying to tell him for months without actually saying it, and had just about given up on the idea that he might feel the same.]
That's okay. [The slight flush around the tops of her cheekbones is definitely the warmth of the water, and nothing else.] Close your eyes.
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He gives her a quizzical look, but does as he's told. Now he's standing there with his eyes closed, fully clothed in a friggen pool.]
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Good thing one of them knows how this works.
Poison smiles before she kisses him, pressing that gentle curve of amusement into it. One hand falls on his shoulder, the other around the back of his neck. It's soft and warm and linger and not quick, but it is interrupted by a thought that comes out when she moves back.]
You should probably get out of the water now.
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When she pulls back he exhales a shaky breath and opens his eyes, just staring at her in awe for a moment before he registers what she's saying to him.]
O-oh. Right. I'm... yeah, I'm gonna do that.
[And he does, he wades over to the edge of the pool and hops out, looks down at his soggyass self, and peels his wet shirt off so he can wring it out.]
Y'know, is it bad that this all went way better than I expected it to?
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If that was better than you expected, I'd hate to think what your actual expectations were.
[If she's being honest, she can take a guess just knowing what she does of Peter. He expected her to say no, at the very best.]
How does this usually go for you?
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[He finishes wringing his shirt out and holds it up, debating whether or not he wants so put this soggy mess back on. It's cold, he doesn't really want to. Uuuughhh.]
This is better, though. This is a lot better.
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[She leans back on her hands, watching him examining his shirt, and allows herself a small smile. It's a risk - it's always a risk in places like this - but it's not the first time she's taken it and she'll be damned if she's going to let the uncertainty of permanence here ruin anything for her.]
... You can go and get a towel or something, if you want to.
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Yeah, I think I saw some on my way in. Man, I'm actually going to have to find something to go swimming in now. Where'd you find that swim suit?
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There isn't very much outside of what we need to survive, but I found this.
[Not that Poison minds the fact that they get what they need to survive. It's a nice change, if she's thinking about it. Things seem to be getting progressively easier for her in each new 'world' she ends up in, and maybe the next one will just be like a holiday.]
Were you thinking about joining me?
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[Turns out all Peter needed to convince him to relax for once holy shit was a pretty girl to spend time with, who knew. Don't let anyone else know about his one weakness.]
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[Once again, the warmth on her face is definitely because it's hot in here, and not because of anything else.]
All things considered. It would be strange if I minded.
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[He stares at his cold, soggy shirt for a second before just sucking it up and pulling it back over his head UUUUGH.]
Okay, brb.
...And I just said that out loud. Just-- I'm gonna--
[He just points at the exit like I'M GOING NOW, and goes now.
It's about 30ish minutes before he returns again, sporting a dry set of clothes and his backpack]
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