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october 2019. welcome to the void.
Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Fourth Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of October 2019
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
What: Fourth Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of October 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. sini express delivery service.
There's something odd rolling through Anchor. Whether they wake with it next to their beds or find it sitting neatly in some corridor as if placed there just for them, characters will start finding items that are distinct and unique enough that they have to belong to someone. But where are they coming from? And whose are they?
The easiest way to find out is probably to walk around with the item held high yelling "Does this belong to you?" but that's not a good way to cover a lot of ground.
Don't worry, though! There's someone (something?) to help you. Chiming in periodically from communicators or intercoms across Anchor comes a voice that might sound a little familiar to anyone who made it as far as that spaceship wreckage in the wasteland. Softly laughing and humming, this some-one-thing will cheerfully coax characters in the right direction, giving tips and offering little clues to anyone who might be confused about whose item they have.
Characters struggling with identifying whose item they got might hear a helpful voice whispering out of their device as they move around the city - "Warmer, waaaaarmer...oh no! COLD!" They might hear a laughing voice coming out of a nearby speaker, giving tips or riddles about the person the item belongs to - "Her eyes are grey!" or "What kind of spider is sweet as pie?" Sometimes, it'll just be amused giggling at the efforts of those trying to find their object's owner. That bubbly voice is everywhere, encouraging residents to solve the riddle because "It'll be wooooorth it. Pinky swear!"
And no matter what, it can't be turned off or muted, and it doesn't respond to any direct attempts to communicate in return.
The easiest way to find out is probably to walk around with the item held high yelling "Does this belong to you?" but that's not a good way to cover a lot of ground.
Don't worry, though! There's someone (something?) to help you. Chiming in periodically from communicators or intercoms across Anchor comes a voice that might sound a little familiar to anyone who made it as far as that spaceship wreckage in the wasteland. Softly laughing and humming, this some-one-thing will cheerfully coax characters in the right direction, giving tips and offering little clues to anyone who might be confused about whose item they have.
Characters struggling with identifying whose item they got might hear a helpful voice whispering out of their device as they move around the city - "Warmer, waaaaarmer...oh no! COLD!" They might hear a laughing voice coming out of a nearby speaker, giving tips or riddles about the person the item belongs to - "Her eyes are grey!" or "What kind of spider is sweet as pie?" Sometimes, it'll just be amused giggling at the efforts of those trying to find their object's owner. That bubbly voice is everywhere, encouraging residents to solve the riddle because "It'll be wooooorth it. Pinky swear!"
And no matter what, it can't be turned off or muted, and it doesn't respond to any direct attempts to communicate in return.
b. flu season.
No one probably takes special notice, at first. It's a sniffle here, a cough or chill there. 'Tis the season in some universe, after all, and even the advanced decontamination process isn't completely flawless. But what starts as a tickle in the throat gets a little worse over the span of a week, or in some cases a lot worse.
Whether laid up for a few days or longer, afflicted characters can expect to feel a few consistent symptoms. Dizziness, lightheadedness, chills and fever, coughing and sneezing (that kind of sneezing that comes in annoyingly long bursts and makes you feel like you've shot your brain out of your nose).
Oh, and hallucinations. Mild ones! Nothing to write home about! (If you even could, anyway.) Hallucinations are the last stage of this mild interuniversal flu, an annoyance more than anything...
And it leaves some people immune, and some people even more susceptible to what might follow.
Whether laid up for a few days or longer, afflicted characters can expect to feel a few consistent symptoms. Dizziness, lightheadedness, chills and fever, coughing and sneezing (that kind of sneezing that comes in annoyingly long bursts and makes you feel like you've shot your brain out of your nose).
Oh, and hallucinations. Mild ones! Nothing to write home about! (If you even could, anyway.) Hallucinations are the last stage of this mild interuniversal flu, an annoyance more than anything...
And it leaves some people immune, and some people even more susceptible to what might follow.
c. harvestival festival.
Something good is happening in the agricultural sector. Weird, right?
But lo, the whole place has started to bloom seemingly overnight. Tiny fruits become noticeable, then large. Edible vegetation is flourishing, and you can tell which vegetation is edible thanks to the flocks, gangs, and small herds of creatures that have emerged from the still-wild depths of the sector. None of these creatures are aggressive except as a means to protect themselves when scared. Unused to strangers as they are, they'll probably let you get pretty close! Which means you could hunt them, I guess, or try to lasso and bring home some critters to the farm and fenced areas.
The food varies wildly. From electric pink berries the size of a pinkie to giant purple melons nestled in beds of vines. The tastes are as exotic and strange as the fruits themselves. A few people might even recognize some kinds of fruit from home. The root vegetables, squash, and edible vegetation is as colorful as the fruit, though a little more weirdly shaped. Why does that carrot-seeming thing look like a coiled spring? Who knows? You can't judge its life.
The culinarily inclined can take harvested goods to the kitchen areas and start experimenting, but beware! Even plants that look like they could be from Earth or other areas that the residents of Anchor know probably taste a little weirder or more intense than normal. Your best bet for a good recipe is to taste a little bit of everything before you get started. The spicy, the melony, the crunchy, salty, and sweet. There are no available records of what any of these things are, so you'll have to make it up as you go! The only consistent thing across all the agricultural sector's bounty is that NONE of it is poisonous. And none of it will get you high, Klaus and Kabal, so don't get your hopes up.
But lo, the whole place has started to bloom seemingly overnight. Tiny fruits become noticeable, then large. Edible vegetation is flourishing, and you can tell which vegetation is edible thanks to the flocks, gangs, and small herds of creatures that have emerged from the still-wild depths of the sector. None of these creatures are aggressive except as a means to protect themselves when scared. Unused to strangers as they are, they'll probably let you get pretty close! Which means you could hunt them, I guess, or try to lasso and bring home some critters to the farm and fenced areas.
The food varies wildly. From electric pink berries the size of a pinkie to giant purple melons nestled in beds of vines. The tastes are as exotic and strange as the fruits themselves. A few people might even recognize some kinds of fruit from home. The root vegetables, squash, and edible vegetation is as colorful as the fruit, though a little more weirdly shaped. Why does that carrot-seeming thing look like a coiled spring? Who knows? You can't judge its life.
The culinarily inclined can take harvested goods to the kitchen areas and start experimenting, but beware! Even plants that look like they could be from Earth or other areas that the residents of Anchor know probably taste a little weirder or more intense than normal. Your best bet for a good recipe is to taste a little bit of everything before you get started. The spicy, the melony, the crunchy, salty, and sweet. There are no available records of what any of these things are, so you'll have to make it up as you go! The only consistent thing across all the agricultural sector's bounty is that NONE of it is poisonous. And none of it will get you high, Klaus and Kabal, so don't get your hopes up.
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Tall, black hair, thin. I shall seek him out. Now where may I find this— ah!
[She holds up a finger — wait — and pulls out her communicator, skimming down the list of names. Hm, she doesn't see a "low key," or even a similar name. Maybe he did not use his name for the network. She didn't.]
Hm. [She pouts.] Perhaps it will not be so easy to find him, after all.
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[Speaking of finding people to give them shit, Peter suddenly remembers the weird book he's carting around, and whips it out to show her.]
By the way, does uh, this look familiar to you?
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Where did you find this?!
[She flips through the novel, the aged pages smelling just a bit like cinnamon. It's just as she remembers it: the beautiful dress on the bear on the cover, the notes she took along the edges of the pages, the saucy love scene lasting from pages 166-169. She rubs her face against the cover, clearly overjoyed.]
I thought I had lost this! How worried I was!
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I-it just appeared in my lab, like, it was there when I woke up. And then a ghost or something was like "yo solve my ghost riddles" on my phone and-- ...and I smashed it into the ground and need to get a new one. Kind of a weird morning.
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She glances at the broken bits that used to be his phone, frowning.]
Oh! Oh, you poor thing. You should not have broken your phone like that! The new one you have will not be the same, just as no other copy of this book would be this one. It is special -- a favorite of mine. You are a hero for returning it to me.
[Is she coming in for a hug? She's coming in for a hug.]
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I-I can actually fix this one if I find time--
[And then she's coming in for a hug, which is FINE and Peter can totally roll with hugs. Maybe she's just super friendly? You know what, that's fine, this place could always use more super friendly people. He is a little awkward returning said hug just because this woman is a total stranger, but eh. It's all good.]
O-okay, well um. Glad I could help.
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You have been much help. I am Elleru, if I may know your name.
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Oh! Uh, Peter. My name's Peter. Dumb question, but I take it you're new here?
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I am. I am still... getting my barren? No. [She shakes her head, bringing a finger to her lips as she thinks.] Getting my bearings. That is it.
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Hah, yeah, bearings. Nailed it. Um, well, if you have any questions I can try to answer them?
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Are there any more books here? Like these? I have much research to do.
[She turns the cover back toward Peter. You know, just in case he somehow forgot the image of a lady werebear's tragic wedding emblazoned on the cover.]
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Uh, well, we do have a library. I can't say that I've seen anything like... like that in there, though. Couldn't hurt to check though, right?
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No, it cannot. Tell me where this library is, and I will go there after I find this "low key" to return his clothing.
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Sure, uh, the library is all the way on the bottom level. The medbay's down there too, just-- just in case. Not that there's anything dangerous in the library, it's just uh, good to know, you know?
[And he's rambling again. SORRY. He's just like this.]
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Then down I go. Thank you, Peter. [She gives a polite little bow of her head, which still doesn't put it on level with his.] I will think of you from now on when I see this book, and remember your generosity.
[She isn't going to remember him in tandem with the subject matter of the book, but rather in the gesture of returning it, but it's the thought that counts.]
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Uh. S-sure. Good luck at the library, I'll see you around.
[i mean she's kind of hard to miss.]
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I will see you around.
[And off she goes to find the library so she can then get back to work on finding the man the armbrace belongs to. You did a good thing, Peter -- and probably made a friend whether you like it or not.]
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[I mean Peter always like new friends. And she's not the weirdest friend Peter's ever had, sooooo. Yeah, this'll be fun.]