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Mods ([personal profile] modblob) wrote in [community profile] redshiftlogs2019-09-04 09:06 pm

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.

Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.

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?

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.


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.

substances: (briefs)

klaus hargreeves 👻 ota 👻 cw: (optional) nudity

[personal profile] substances 2019-09-05 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
👻 Hot Springs Episode
So, things have mostly been pretty shitty since he arrived here. Between drama with his family, his continuing quasi-sobriety, the weird creepy glitching ghosts, and, oh right, constant life-threatening danger, it's been a big old struggle. Most of the time, when new computer stuff comes to life, it's trying to kill them, whether it's nanites or bots or gun turrets or whatever.

But this time? A whole spa and hot springs. This is the kind of new computer crap he can get behind. One of the few non-drug joys that Klaus has in life is a good bath, especially if there's bubbles, and he's one of the first people in. In fact, for the first couple days after it opens, he practically lives in the private baths, playing with the bubbles and even dying his hair purple for a day to match Prissy.

So, if any passing residents happen to poke their heads into the spa area to check out what's going on, they're absolutely going to be greeted by Klaus Hargreeves, swaying a little on his feet from sitting in a hot spring for too long, either completely buck-ass naked, or wearing a pair of brightly patterned and very tight boxer briefs in lieu of a swimsuit, gangly arms spread in the most welcoming way possible.

"Hello hello, welcome to my boudoir, care to join me?"
👻 Wildcard
[Whether he's clothed or not is up to you, just write it into your tag or put it in the subject line, I'm cool with either. If you'd like to hit up one of the other prompts, please drop me a PM, hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] caffemisto, or in the game chat or discord at coffee #6251.

Also as an OOC NOTE for the spa prompt, he has several tattoos and scars that aren't in the icon I used, please see his About & Permissions entry for those if you want to remark on them!]
Edited 2019-09-05 06:29 (UTC)
itsnotaonesie: (sure this might as well happen)

HOT SPRINGS

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-05 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Enter Peter Parker, hair a mess, clothes slightly disheveled and over all looking like he hasn't slept in at least a week. Don't worry, this is just how he looks these days. Insomnia and late nights at the lab will do that to a guy, y'know?

He takes a long, hard look at Klaus and his flashy boxer briefs, like he's trying to decide how to reply? Or if he even should? Just- what is this, what is happening, Peter's way too tired to deal with this right now.

"I'm just here to test the pH levels in the water, man. Don't need you guys getting boiled alive by space acid or something. I should check the filters, too. Those probably haven't been changed in like a hundred years..."

While he's rattling off his to do list he brushes past Klaus, not because he's trying to be a rude little shit, he's just got his mind on too many important things and it's just like MANNERS?? WHAT ARE???
Edited 2019-09-05 18:25 (UTC)
itsnotaonesie: (what do they do exactly)

Peter Parker | Open

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-06 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Turret Time

Peter is here for two reasons. One being pretty goddamn obvious. Lasers, bullets, and aggressive defense bots don't exactly make for a safe stroll through the upper levels, and there's kind of a lot of important shit up here. Though Peter fully intends to run this ridiculous gauntlet solo because he doesn't want to endanger anyone else, he won't say no to help. Because this is a little yikes, my dudes.

Reason number two is his armor, which he's finally managed to stitch back together with the help of some reprogrammed nano-machines, and it's come time to slap this armor on and test it out. Good timing, glitchy-ass defense systems!

Before Peter activates his armor's mask and launches himself right into turret hell, he's taking some time to record some notes with his phone while he looks himself over.

"Ooookay, here we go. Iron Spider suit repair field test number one, uuuh... pre-test observations. Still got some stiffness in the left elbow, upper left mechanical leg still has difficulty deploying. Can't test the effectiveness of the air filtration system just yet, web shooters..." He pauses to sling some webs at the wall. So, now there's web on the wall, "uh... functional. Suit is fitting a little loose, I think? Take new measurements. End notes."

Sooo that's what he's doing. It'll be exciting once there's some laser dodging going on.

Hot Spring Episode

Of course Peter's not actually here for the hot springs or the Turkish baths or the massage tables, you think this guy knows how to relax? Psh, girl. No, Peter's here testing the water and inspecting all of the equipment and ignoring all of the half naked spa visitors while he makes sure the robots are functioning correctly.

So okay, maybe he's just being paranoid? Just because something new happens doesn't mean it's automatically bad. In his defense, there was the whole thing with the nano-machines and then the thing with the turrets. But no this fool needs to chill, please make him chill he is so tired.

Joe's Dirt

Found something weird in agriculture. I want to go check it out but I figured I shouldn't go alone, so I guess this is me asking for backup. If you do come, come armed. The animals in here are kind of the worst.
-Peter


And that would be Peter firing off a text to the network while he hangs around on the agricultural level. Once people start showing up he can be found fiddling with his communicator, trying to pinpoint the exact point of origin of the blip in the power system. Something sucking power from Anchor is serious business, okay.
sleepyhollowed: (oh LAAAWWWWD have mercy)

SPRINGS THAT ARE HOT

[personal profile] sleepyhollowed 2019-09-06 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ever since the individual and unique traumas that came with rogue nanites and toxic fungus, Kieran's found exploring to cause a bit more apprehension than usual. Still, staying cooped up like some sort of prisoner in his own room (begrudgingly inhabited thanks to waning confidence in the benefits of barn-living) forced him into a state of antsiness far less productive than the anxiety of uncovering the unknown.

Today's venture? The baths. Although the bar had very well been his destination of choice, the inviting, if harsh, light of a newly opened area piqued Kieran's interest enough to get him to wander over.

Only to come, almost literally, face-to-face with Klaus.

"Oh! I, uh, s-sorry! I didn't mean to barge in on you like that!" Kieran exclaims, completely ignoring the fact that Klaus--a man who will remain wearing Schrodinger's underwear for as long as Kieran pointedly maintains eye contact, fighting every fiber of his being to not look down--seems perfectly at ease with the idea.

A split second passes, and the invitation clicks.

"I-I'll pass, friend. You enjoy yourself, though!"
abheirrant: (❧ aglow with fear)

Carlisle Longinmouth [open]

[personal profile] abheirrant 2019-09-06 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Carlisle a solid minute to realize the man-in-the-glass is not talking to him directly, but some kind of visual record; another several pass before he is able to conceptualize the idea of traveling to an entirely different world via a portal. It's like a planar rift, he reasons interally, latching onto the closest comparison he can think of as he tries to stifle his immediate, unraveling panic. The portal even looks a little like how he's imagined a planar rift would appear, albeit without all the glyphs. Wringing his fingers together, he mentally turns over the images of this new world presented to him by the man-in-the-glass, unable to grasp the level of technology he's suddenly surrounded by. For how little he wants to deal with the 'communication device' on the wall, it may as well be a venomous spider.

The man-in-the-glass reappears, repeating the same message, and Carlisle's eyes slowly affix on him once more. He'd been somewhat disoriented during the first presentation; he's more apt the second time around, committing the pictures to memory and parsing out the potential for his strange situation. On the positive side: no one knows who he is, what he is, or what he's done. Even Carlisle doesn't yet know the full extent of what he's done just yet, most of the chronicler's final annuls still unread, as he'd been too horrified by the tome's contents -- and by the truth of what happened to his home -- to read it all the way through in one sitting. Deep down, he knows the ending already, and denial is all that keeps the former clergyman, last of his bloodline, from a terrible, downward spiral of self-defeat and despair.

Denial, and the need to make things right, which brings him to the negative part of his current circumstances: it's hard to make things right for Bear Den -- if not downright impossible -- when he is, apparently, nowhere near Bear Den. Is he even in the same plane of existence, he wonders? Can his goddess still hear him? And even if she can, will she listen to someone so fallen from her grace?

Carlisle stifles his doubts for the moment. It's not his fault, he tries to remind himself, feeling bitterness clawing at him from within his chest, battering his rib cage from the inside out. He swallows that too, burying his growing apprehension as deep as he can before attempting to rally himself enough to leave the room. He can't just stay in here, listening to the man-in-the-glass for a third time. Frankly, he's not sure what he can do regardless of where he goes, but he knows he must keep moving, lest his growing list of failures catch up to him once more. Maybe he can do better by his family name in undeath than he ever did in life, no matter how displaced from his legacy he may be. If nothing else, he knows one thing: he must try.

entranceway & surface level

Deciding he would very much like to never go through anything known as 'decontamination' ever again, Carlisle distances himself from his point of entry the moment he can, though what he finds beyond is not much better. Heading down into the Anchor proper is a tempting thought, as the sky seems large enough to swallow him whole -- and it just might if not for that dome overhead, encapsulating the area what he assumes is a barrier of safety. As a man who grew up surrounded by trees and mountains, the vastness of the space above him makes him feel small, insignificant; it would devour him were it allowed to, he's sure of it.

It'll take him at least an hour to pry himself from his spot on the ground next to the wall, as his legs deposited him there and currently refuse to move, a slight overhang all that protects him from the open sky. He'll just be fighting his shaking hands as he attempts to acquaint himself with his 'communication device,' as its tiny screen is far less threatening than the vast emptiness of the universe looming above him. If the way he handles it says anything -- holding it by the antenna, tentatively pressing buttons and dropping the device when it beeps at him, prodding it with his foot as though it'd attack him -- it's that he has literally no concept of what a phone even is, much less what it can do.

hot springs episode

In good news, Carlisle managed to make it further into the Anchor, and in his exploration found a spa, the warmth of the steamy rooms inviting as it seemed to momentarily push back the chill of undeath. In bad news, he's not particularly interested in shedding his layers again so soon, and he's pretty sure he's trapped inside the bath by the constructs beyond the door. The stones around the water practically beg him to take a seat and wait them out, but he decides to try desperation first. Pressing his gloved hands against the door, Carlisle gets as close to its surface as possible before calling out, hoping his voice carries through both the door and his mask.

"Can anyone hear me out there? Aside from the constructs?"
Edited 2019-09-06 13:51 (UTC)
dothelokimotion: (Illegal to consider their existence)

( hot spring episode )

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2019-09-06 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ appearing out of nowhere and peering over peter's shoulder, loki blithely replies. ]

That code is wrong. It needs to have a conditional loop.
superposition: ((see i told you it would work))

turret time

[personal profile] superposition 2019-09-06 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By now, Qubit's had some time to set up a safe(-ish) zone around the arrival room, with at least one robot reprogrammed to guard it. While taking a breather, he spots Peter a little ways off - and that must be the power armor! Interesting.

He wipes his grease-stained hands on a towel as he makes his way over, not saying anything just yet. It sounds like he's running tests, and far be it from Qubit to interrupt. If anything goes wrong, he'll of course provide backup, but for now...

Let's see what you can do. ]
braidmage: (:( not depressed at all)

reynir árnason | ota

[personal profile] braidmage 2019-09-06 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
B. HOT SPRINGS

[ Despite everyone's friendliness and helpfulness in getting him orientated, Reynir's arrival here has been stressful to say the least. It's not the first time he's found himself far from his family and the place where he was raised, but it's the first time he's been completely cut off, without any means of contact. Of course he worries about his parents, his siblings, what they must think. They'll assume he is dead, lost forever in the Silent World, with all the billions of others.

He couldn't even reach those he'd left behind in his dreams, which he should be able to do no matter how many miles are between them. That isolation, plus not knowing what forces brought him here or why or what dangers might be lurking just around the corner... well it's a whole Lot. Ya boy needs some stress relief.

So when he hears reports about the hot springs, it is an obvious choice. His heart aches with homesickness the whole walk there; even if it will look nothing like the small hotspring outside Brúardalur, he is hopeful it will life his spirits temporarily. He chooses the communal Japanese-style hotspring: it is the closest to the one he is used to. Reynir, without even a hint of modesty, settles himself in naked, taking down his very (very, very) long braid and letting his hair down into the warm water. For a while he is alone there, alternating between swimming and sitting along the edge, head tilted back, eyes closed.

When he notices the sound of someone approaching he opens his eyes, looks over to see who it might be - even though almost everyone here is a stranger. ]


Hello.

D. FARMING LAD

[ In some ways, Reynir is uniquely qualified to help make the Anchor sustainable once again: he was raised in the aftermath of a global apocalypse that left the Earth's population devastated. Iceland, his homeland, is the only known place that the disease that almost wiped out humanity never spread to. However, there were still many problems - not the least of which was a decade-long famine. He was not alive during those times, but they left an impact on subsequent generations that shaped the way he was raised.

So as soon as he is satisfied there is no immediate danger of infection, or attacks from ghosts, beasts, trolls, he goes to see what the food-growing situation is. He is not quite appalled by what he finds, but it's not great, either. There is a lot of work to be done or things could get very very bad.

As resentful as he had been that the classes he took in magic were all farm-based rather than anything he could use to join the army and venture out again into the Silent World, it looks like now those hours and hours of studying and working hard are going to pay off. He can be found in various parts of the agricultural level, either kneeling in the soil doing some weeding or planting, or using his powers as a mage (whether in runes or incantations or both) to encourage fertility, speed growth, strengthen crops, etc. ]

E. WILDCARD

[ Either hit me up on the TDM or message me on plurk or discord (platoapproved#9602) to plot something else - or surprise me! ]
Edited 2019-09-06 17:39 (UTC)
superposition: (But no more apologies)

the hottest of springs

[personal profile] superposition 2019-09-06 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Qubit's here for roughly the same reason Peter was earlier, though he's more awake about it. Not because he's well-rested, by any means - sleep deprivation is just the background radiation of his life at this point. It is entirely because of that good good Whole Foods coffee.

Anyway. He's just here to make sure the place is in decent repair, particularly the electrical systems. Needless to say, degraded wiring in a wet environment would not be a great time for basically anyone. But who should he meet in the front of house? Some stark-naked weirdo inviting him to the boudoir.

"I'll pass," Qubit replies icily. He does glance down, but it's genuinely by accident, and he rolls his eyes immediately. "For God's sake. You're in public, man, put something on."
benhargreeves: @malagraphic (:) oh really?)

joe dirt

[personal profile] benhargreeves 2019-09-06 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
You definitely shouldn't go alone. I'll be there in half an hour.

[ He does not, in fact, arrive armed. Or, well, not with weapons anyone would be able to see. But this is one of the advantages to the awful incident with that swarm of nightmare-reading nanobots: Peter knows that Ben doesn't need to bring anything other than himself.

Which doesn't mean he's empty-handed. He has some basic supplies that might be useful - foldable shovel, flashlight, food, water, rope, a small knife, a pen, a lighter, an extra pair of socks. 'Cause you never know. ]


So. Something weird's happening in the Anchor? Alert the media.

[ But he's smiling as he says it; always willing to make the best of a bad situation. ]
superposition: (Because I've only got two hands)

[personal profile] superposition 2019-09-06 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Can Qubit repurpose one or two laser guns from a turret or robot for his own use?

This would involve disconnecting it from its power source, hooking it up to a portable power supply (probably also cannibalized from a robot), and installing a manual trigger (which he could use his powers to do, it's a simple switch).

I'm thinking the robot version would give him a gun with a couple dozen medium-power shots, and the turret version would give him a heavy gun (ie. one he'd have trouble carrying) that he can squeeze maybe two or three shots out of. The turret gun would have a lot more stopping power, though.
benhargreeves: (>:| BIG sigh)

ben hargreeves | ota

[personal profile] benhargreeves 2019-09-06 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
B. HOT SPRINGS

[ Ben's been getting used to it. Having a body again. He'd forgotten how sore it makes you to be tense basically all the time, and when Klaus raves to him about how wonderful the new hot springs are, he listens. Ben's not what you would call adventurous, but also, he is very sore.

So he makes his way one evening past the """intimacy lounge""" to the springs, sneaking in as if he were doing something against the rules. He'd sneakily confirmed that all three of his siblings in the Anchor are far away from here right now; here's hoping the whole place is empty.

He is alone for the first ten minutes or so: long enough for him to adjust the water temperature, the amount of bubbles, the scent, the color and brightness of the lighting. After all that fiddling he is just settling in comfortably when he hears someone else come in.

Even though he is still dressed rather modestly - a black tank top and black swim trunks, Ben sinks lower into the water, until it is up to his chin, peering at whoever the newcomer is as he decides if this is just going to make him more tense and if he should leave. You'll have to forgive him for reacting initially with a twinge of resentment. He just wanted ONE night of peace and quiet...]

D. WILDCARD

[ Either hit me up on the TDM or message me on plurk or discord (platoapproved#9602) to plot something else - or surprise me! ]
Edited 2019-09-06 18:26 (UTC)
superposition: (And here is mine)

and also Joe's Dirt because what is self control | text; @Qubit

[personal profile] superposition 2019-09-06 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Be there in 10. What do you mean, "something weird"?
superposition: (For we have been)

Qubit | ota!

[personal profile] superposition 2019-09-06 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)

01 | myRobot = SecurityBot.override(manual=true);
[ If it's not one thing, it's another. First there was that fungal infestation, then the food supply had to be replenished, and no sooner had he started into that than all the defenses on the top levels went haywire, very nearly putting a hole in his head.

So, you know. Minor inconveniences. But it's something to do. It's been quite a while since he ran across a problem he was uniquely qualified to solve - the imPort community of Earth-β has no shortage of superheroes, or geniuses, or tech wizards, and it's not situated in an abandoned space colony that's falling apart at the seams. Supply is high, demand relatively low. Here, though - here, he's actually needed. Maybe, for these people, he can actually make a difference.

His first priority is to set up a perimeter around the arrival room. New residents could be Ported in at any moment, and he'd hate their first impression of the place to be death. His powers may be on the fritz, but it's still a simple matter to disconnect the nearby turrets from their power source. That leaves the wandering robots, but if he can just repurpose a few of those to defend the area, that'll free him up to address the root of the problem...

... Although it would go a lot faster if his powers weren't on the fritz! Unplugging the bots from their batteries was the simplest way to disable them, but even that gave him the beginnings of a headache after two or three. He's having to refit them by hand, one at a time. And he's got one back up and running, standing guard while he works on the other two he picked out - but even that took him like two and a half hours. This is the worst, you guys, he doesn't have this kind of patience! I mean, he does, but he hates it.

So yeah. New arrivals or old can find this tall-haired nerd sitting on a half-gutted security bot, his sleeves rolled up, fiddling with its innards. An active bot watches his back, training its gun on anyone who passes by, but not attacking... unless you happen to be a robot yourself, in which case it might have an itchy trigger finger.

Look, reprogramming this IFF system was a pain in the ass, he hasn't had time to work out all the bugs. ]
02 | takeover.execute(controlRoom);
[ Once that's taken care of, Qubit sets his sights on the security room. He'd noted its presence a few days ago, when he first got here, and it was high on his list of things to get working again - but this little malfunction bumps it up to #1.

But how to get inside? It's much more heavily guarded than the other areas. He's got one rewired bot with him (helpfully identified by its eyes, which glow green instead of red), but let's be real, it's not going to last long when it's outnumbered ten to one (and that's not counting the turrets). He's going to need help.

So anybody else who looks interested in getting in? Qubit and his murderbot are just going to come on over and join you. ]


Got any brilliant ideas?
03 | wild();
[ Tall Hair Nerd can be found pretty much anywhere in the colony! The only guarantee is that he's definitely working on something. Alternatively, feel free to run into him at Whole Foods, or to stumble across his auto-generated matchmaker profile. (He did try to delete it, but the AI really wants him to have one, apparently.)

For plotting, hit me up at [plurk.com profile] caturday or on Discord at Kae#6067! ]
Edited 2019-09-06 20:45 (UTC)
itsnotaonesie: (mmm whatchu spider)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-06 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter refrains from firing back with some kind of dumb smartass teenager comment like "you need to have a conditional loop", and instead just glances up at Loki all skeptical-like. He has been pretty out of it lately though, so he just double checks the code anyway. Sure enough, Loki's right. Good job Loki, you did it. Peter makes a thoughtful little noise and starts fixing his coding goof.]

Good catch. You do a lot of programming?
itsnotaonesie: (extreme thwippage)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-06 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter's in the ZONE, man. He doesn't realize that anyone else is nearby, it's just him and the lasers and turrets and killer robots. His favorite way to spend an evening, aside from doing science shit.

Which he's technically also doing, but shh. After finding a safe spot to leave his phone, he activates his suit's mask, assesses the situation for a few more seconds, and then charges head first into the kill zone. Though it's less charging and more doing sick flips, bouncing from wall to wall, and slinging webs at the turrets and the robots to gum up their shooty-works. His aim is to cause as little damage as possible so he has less shit to fix later, though he does end up crunching one or two of the robots pretty thoroughly. He just has a thing about being shot at by robots, it's a Hadriel thing.

He makes it most of the way to his destination without incident, but he's also running this test on like, NO SLEEP, so mistakes are bound to happen. His spider sense doesn't quite catch everything, he gets popped by a stray laser, and suddenly his rhythm is all out of whack. He's still making progress, still webbing up the turrets, but he's taking more and more damage.

This boy is dumb and exhausted, plz rescue. :( ]
itsnotaonesie: movieconnoisseur (what i was totally listening)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-06 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter texts back a :) because of course he does.

Peter's got a backpack full of similar items. He's not so sure they're going to need much of it, but it never hurts to be prepared YA KNOW???]


Psh, right? At this point I think I'd be worried if something wasn't going wrong.

[That's about all the energy he's got for jokes right now, though. He takes a minute to double check his bag while he hits Ben with some ffffacts.]

So, here's what's going on. Something in roughly this area-ish is sucking power from the main lines and sending it... somewhere in here. It's a mystery and we're gonna like, solve it. There's a lot of animals in here, so just keep your guard up. You good to go?
itsnotaonesie: (it's fiiiiiiiiiiiiine)

YOU AGAIN!!!!

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-06 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Something or someone is sucking juice from our main line and sending it to somewhere in agriculture. It's significant enough that I feel like it was deliberate, which could be pretty bad news. There's an overgrown area here that I think I've tracked it to. You should be able to track my location on your communicator. I'll be waiting.
superposition: ((power))

[personal profile] superposition 2019-09-06 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And he's off! Qubit watches him with a practiced eye, evaluating his technique as much as his raw ability. Peter's all over the place, pinballing from target to target almost as fast as the guns can track him. Favors the agile approach over brute force, then. And he can tell he's trying to limit his damage (for the most part), which Qubit appreciates. Those web-shooters of his are impressively versatile, too...

But toward the end of the gauntlet, Peter starts flagging. Qubit spots it at the exact moment he loses his rhythm, and tosses the towel aside to go join him, vaulting over the fallen bots with - not superhuman agility, but more of it than you might expect from a nerd his age.

One of the turrets' big weaknesses is, they can only point at one target at a time. And with Peter occupying their attention, only the nearest one to Qubit swivels toward him as he approaches. Qubit doesn't even look at it. With a casual wave of his hand, it stutters and powers down. ]


Peter! Take cover, I'll deal with the rest.
theweakhavepurpose: (Princess Thug)

Ground level

[personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2019-09-06 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The device clatters to the ground after a particularly loud beep and before Carlisle can bend to pick it up, Princess Thug a large, tailless white wolf swoops in and snatches it up, trotting away.

It continues to beep, almost in distress as it gets further from the man it belongs to. Ignoring the noise, the wolf heads for the stairs, jumping up a few at a time towards the upper Agriculture levels.
abheirrant: (❧ but what have you there?)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2019-09-06 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
One might think that the sudden appearance of a wolf would add to Carlisle's present terror, but given the man-in-the-glass advised he take the communicator and he does not want to have to go back the way he came to get another one -- especially if that means passing through 'decontamination' again -- he adjusts his priorities. Scrambling to his feet, he takes off after the hound, who manages to stay ahead of him with ease.

"Wait! Wait wait wait wait wait where are you going?! I need that!"

The wolf takes the stairs two and three at a time, gaining ground as Carlisle nearly trips over his own feet, trying to keep up. The device beeps helplessly in reply as Carlisle calls after the wolf again.

"Don't you know anything about people's personal property? I just got that, and who knows if I can get another!"
itsnotaonesie: (nice sweater dork)

entranceway & surface level WHAT UP

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-06 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Looks like it's NEWBIE TIME again, and this one here looks a lot more uncomfortable than most of the new arrivals Peter's come across so far. He'd been on his way to check on something, but it can wait for a bit while he tries to help a dude out.

He approaches cautiously, not wanting to alarm the poor guy any more than he's already been alarmed.

"Hey, man. You needs some help with that?"
abheirrant: (❧ i lost myself)

\o/

[personal profile] abheirrant 2019-09-06 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Carlisle's glowing eyes go from the phone in his hand -- he's still holding it by the antenna, but at least he has it turned the right way -- to the teenager before him, his agitation not dissipating one bit in the transition. His gaze flicks back to the phone as he picks himself off the ground, keeping a hand on the wall as though he'd drift away from it if he let go.

"Ah, um." Yes, good start. His voice shakes as he continues. "Yes, yes I could. I just got this, and the, er. This fellow trapped in a pane of glass said I should take it. And I suppose I listened because I wasn't sure what to do otherwise."

He'd rather not screw up his new life in a new world by immediately breaking the rules.
itsnotaonesie: (no this is Patric)

[personal profile] itsnotaonesie 2019-09-06 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter is somewhat startled by Qubit's sudden arrival, but he manages to keep his focus on dodging lasers and shit. He's about to protest just bailing, but then he realizes that Qubit's just magic-ing the turrets off, so fuck it. He's tired and lasers hurt.]

On it!

[He does web up one more turret, but then he's off to find cover. He doesn't have to go far, there's a pretty large air vent nearby in the ceiling that he hops himself up to, pulls the grate off of, and slides up into. Of course he's mentally kicking himself for beefing it to the point that someone else had to step in and save his ass, but he can whine about that later.]

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