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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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[ And Ben takes that opportunity to drop the stack of comics onto the table. Should give Klaus a laugh, when he found them. Maybe he and Ben can look at them together, later. Talk about the bits that were left out. ]
...but I'm not actually super big on violence.
[ Yes, in his brain, shooting a gun at Genji to facilitate sword tricks would be violence, but just the sword tricks themselves are not. It makes sense! Sort of!
Something Genji said, however, sparks Ben's interest. After everything Genji said about isolation, he is surprised to hear he worked in a group. Then again, hadn't he said something about feeling even more alone around other people? ]
You had a team?
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[He doesn't really want to elaborate, but since he inadvertently knows far too much about Ben, he feels like he should explain more to bring them even.]
Overwatch was an organization that set about to protect people from global violent forces. They watched over them to ensure their safety. But near the end it became.. their vision was clouded. Politics and bad choices made people no longer trust them.
I left before it was disbanded, but they are no more. I have heard they are trying to recall the force for a new threat, but I'm unsure if they'll be successful in that.
The world needs heroes. But that's not what we were.
[Says the guy who will make a dramatic entrance at the last minute to save all of their asses.]
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But the team Genji had been speaking of sounds more, to Ben, like the Temps Commission. Some very large machinery, in which he played some small part. They were dealing with global-scale threats, after all. And Ben can tell there was a complicated history, there. Something about the way Genji speaks about them, the abstract allusions to clouded vision and bad choices... Genji might not sound overtly bitter, but Ben thinks he isn't imagining that there might be some bitterness and disillusionment there.
He feels a little guilty for asking since the topic is clearly a very personal one, so Ben tries to lighten the mood with a joke. ]
Hey, what d'you know? We've got something in common. I left before the Academy disbanded, too.
[ And by left obviously he means died a horrific violent death at the tender age of 16 but if you can't joke about this shit it just eats you up. Or you joke about it and it still eats you up. But he wants to break at least a little of the tension that has crept in. ]
I'm guessing nobody made comics about you guys?
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[Not that they would have publicized that. Or even used his name most likely, but either way he'd not been asked to pose heroically for billboards. Though he absolutely would have refused so that may have played a part.]
If the recall is successful I will push for an action figure. I think I would make an excellent action figure.
[He'd come with great sword accessories and a dragon. Who doesn't want an action figure that comes with a dragon?]
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Screw that, I think you'd make a great figurehead.
[ He says it like it's a compliment because even if that wasn't what Genji wanted, those are some pretty shitty reasons not to put him on the posters or whatever. Although... propaganda, yeesh. He wasn't kidding about the politics and things going off the rails and not being heroes.
But Ben is polite enough not to ask for now why they would need that propaganda. He just grins and says: ]
And you'd make an even better action figure. For sure.
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But that was some introspection for another time.]
I'd light up, it would be great.
I'm not sure I'd want to be the figurehead, I do not make the best decisions. Nor would I want the responsibility. Being famous sounds like it's very tiring.
[He figures Ben might know a bit about that.]
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[ This is kind of a fun game to play, and Ben is surprised how easily he is chatting with this man who was a stranger only a little while ago. A small part of him wonders honestly if it is because he can't see Genji's face. Ben would've expected it would make conversation strained, but actually it is kind of making it easier? ]
Probably a good call. I wouldn't want that shit either.
[ And when Genji makes that knowing comment about fame being tiring, Ben laughs, recognizing it as an allusion to what he'd seen in the comics - both the tacky in memoriam stuff but also all the details in the comics themselves about how people all around the world had heard of them. ]
I can confirm that, yeah. A couple of my siblings liked it, but I never did. I'm not saying that to try to superior or anything. I'm just. Not into the limelight.
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[Screaming about dragons notwithstanding.]
I wouldn't like it either, I do not like having all my actions analyzed and talked about. And people are very cruel.
[Not 'can be cruel' they just are. Some are better at hiding it than others, but it's there under the surface. He's convinced of it.]
I'm sure there are perks though. Free food. People giving you things. Influence and power I suppose.
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Ben's not sure he's ever met someone who so immediately and accurately articulated why it was awful to him. The fame. The surveillance at home. Genji seems to understand for some reason that horror of being observed and remarked on, and Ben wonders why. But there's no way to really ask that without being super invasive, so. He'll just have to wonder for now.
He wrinkles his nose theatrically when Genji lists influence and power as potential bonuses of being famous. Of course, he's not wrong for many people and Ben's sure there are plenty for whom those things would be a dream. But he'd never wanted all that. ]
Overrated. I'll take a little peace and quiet any day.
[ Ben's eyes drift back to that stack of comics on the table, then to Genji once again. ]
If you... want something better to read than those, we found a library in this place a few months back. It's not much, but I sorta run it, and I've got a masterlist of books there you can look through. Not a lot of comics, but plenty that's entertaining.
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[He seems to perk up at that, while a library isn't an arcade he's still a fan. Anything to pass the time, the trashier the better.]
I would enjoy that. I seem to have an excess of time here and at some point the arcade will lose its appeal a little.
[When he has the high score on every game that is.]