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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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Fifteen months and change, and he's never talked about this. Not once. Hell, it must have been almost a year before he so much as mentioned the Paradigm - and that was during a moment when he'd literally forgotten they were dead. (Magic is bullshit, by the way.) The closest he's ever come to spilling his guts was with Max, but... Max was only a kid, even younger than Peter, and he had his own trauma to deal with. So in the end, Qubit had just gathered up the pieces and ... shoved them into the general shape they'd occupied before, and kept going. And since nobody there knew him before, nobody could tell the difference.
Even now - he can't rightly call this "opening up." It's more like... a crack being pried open that was already there. Just because he's learned to live with the cracks doesn't mean they're gone. And while initially it hurt as if it had happened yesterday, now he just feels... numb. Hollow. There's no sense of relief or catharsis, no great weight lifted off his chest. Just... a whole lot of nothing. He can't even summon the energy to go on weeping.
... Well. Irrelevant. Did it help Peter? That's all that matters right now. Qubit meets his eyes again, visibly drained, but still determined. ]
We can work on that. Learning to pace yourself is a good place to start.
[ He leans across the gap and firmly clasps Peter's shoulder. ]
You're never a burden, Peter. Never. You need anything at all, for any reason, even if it's just to talk - my line is always open, day or night. All right? [ He squeezes. ] You don't have to go it alone.
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Peter doesn't look away his time, inhaling a shaky breath and nodding when Qubit gives his shoulder a squeeze. He understands, he really does. He just hopes he'll be able to continue to believe it all. For now he's doing better, and- fuck it. He pushes himself up from the bed he's been sitting on and pulls Qubit into a tight hug. But not too tight, he still needs his ribs.]
Sorry if- if this is too weird, but... I just- thanks. I mean it, like... Thanks.
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Turns out Qubit's a huggy person! Who knew. Peripherally, it occurs to him that... he's unsure how long it's been since he hugged another human being? Maybe he really has been too isolated. Well, let's table that for now. ]
Of course.
[ He waits until Peter's ready before pulling back, a weary smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. ]
Now, you know, this is the part where I start threatening to put you into cold sleep if you don't get some proper rest.
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He finally manages to crack a smile, giving Qubit's shoulder a gentle, playful shove.]
Yeah, yeah. I can't even argue right now, man. I don't have the energy to do anything but rest.
[In fact he's got a perfectly good bed right here, and he feels like a pile of dead butts anyway, so he's just going to curl up right here and hope that the room stops spinning.]
Sorry about havin' a total breakdown on you. Can't say that was my proudest moment.
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He waves off Peter's apology - after all, he also had kind of a breakdown there, and is also embarrassed about it. (Because he still wants to be seen as a Tough Logical Masculine Man, for some reason, and his extreme, turbulent emotional life is not exactly conducive to that image.) ]
Nothing to be sorry for. There's no shame in reaching out. [ - he said, packing it down for another 15 months. ]
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That goes both ways, just so you know.
[they're both worn out, man. They could both use a shoulder to lean on even if they are both Tough Logical Masculine Men. But alas, Peter's head has hit the pillow and he is already well on his way to sleeping off this turbo flu.]
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It's not the same.
He lies down, and in seconds he's dead asleep, too. Sweet dreams, nerds. ]