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Entry tags:
- !mod post: intro mingle,
- dragon age: cole,
- homestuck: aradia megido,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- irredeemable: qubit,
- mcu: peter parker,
- mortal kombat: kabal,
- original: carlisle longinmouth,
- original: cho takahashi,
- original: elleru,
- poison: poison,
- red dead redemption: kieran duffy,
- ssss: lalli hotakainen,
- ssss: onni hotakainen,
- ssss: reynir arnason,
- umbrella academy: allison hargreeves,
- umbrella academy: ben hargreeves,
- umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- warm bodies: julie grigio,
- yakuza: goro majima
november 2019. welcome to the void.
Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Fifth Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of November 2019
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
What: Fifth Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of November 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. outbreak.
There's a plague in the city.
What was an annoyance before, a bug that seemed to be passing, has erupted into a full-scale biomedical hazard. Onset is slow. It’s a near mystery who is infected and who isn't, who is immune and who isn't. Doors lock themselves seemingly at random to prevent people passing through. Is that person with you one of the sick? How do you know? Would they tell you if they were?
The city will do its best to isolate the ill, once again locking them out of communal areas and trying to force them down toward the MedBay for quarantine. All bots will be temporarily shifted to plague protocols, rounding up and caring for the ill as best they can. (Lucky you, you get your cough syrup with a mixer courtesy of the barbot.) But they might not always get things right, and what healthy person wants to be locked away in a ward full of the violently ill? How do the bots even know which is which?
The ill will slowly find themselves dizzy, lightheaded, with chills and fever. They may cough hard enough to spit blood from irritated throats, or sneeze so long and hard they give themselves bloody noses. The symptoms can vary wildly depending on body chemistry, species, and dozens of other factors, making it difficult to pin down a specific set that indicates a person is infected. All bodily fluids are dangerously infectious. Maybe you want to keep your distance from your friends if you start to feel the onset, to keep them safe. But you also want to keep your freedom, not get trapped in a room full of people who seem to be dying. And anyone who was exposed to the first outbreak will find themselves either completely immune to this new one through early exposure...or far more susceptible, their immune systems doing almost nothing to protect them, with extreme symptom sets that hit them much harder than the average infected.
And through all of this, that voice that cheerfully chirped out helpful hints during the item exchange, that giggled and sang songs in the crashed spaceship in the wasteland can be heard again - but this time it's different. This time, there's very little cheer left, and though the commentary is still sing-song, it's much harsher, more monotone and without much energy. 'Go on, hurry up to the MedBay. No breaking quarantine!' it says, or to those moving through the city with friends, 'You must not like those people much, are you sure you want to get them sick?' In the depths of the worst of it, in the third week of the month, people may start hearing more of those 'helpful' suggestions - 'Maybe it would be better if we just left them out in the wastelands, you know? For the greater good and all...'
Mod Note: An NPC post will be going up next weekend onredshiftrp to supplement this prompt. Keep an eye out!
What was an annoyance before, a bug that seemed to be passing, has erupted into a full-scale biomedical hazard. Onset is slow. It’s a near mystery who is infected and who isn't, who is immune and who isn't. Doors lock themselves seemingly at random to prevent people passing through. Is that person with you one of the sick? How do you know? Would they tell you if they were?
The city will do its best to isolate the ill, once again locking them out of communal areas and trying to force them down toward the MedBay for quarantine. All bots will be temporarily shifted to plague protocols, rounding up and caring for the ill as best they can. (Lucky you, you get your cough syrup with a mixer courtesy of the barbot.) But they might not always get things right, and what healthy person wants to be locked away in a ward full of the violently ill? How do the bots even know which is which?
The ill will slowly find themselves dizzy, lightheaded, with chills and fever. They may cough hard enough to spit blood from irritated throats, or sneeze so long and hard they give themselves bloody noses. The symptoms can vary wildly depending on body chemistry, species, and dozens of other factors, making it difficult to pin down a specific set that indicates a person is infected. All bodily fluids are dangerously infectious. Maybe you want to keep your distance from your friends if you start to feel the onset, to keep them safe. But you also want to keep your freedom, not get trapped in a room full of people who seem to be dying. And anyone who was exposed to the first outbreak will find themselves either completely immune to this new one through early exposure...or far more susceptible, their immune systems doing almost nothing to protect them, with extreme symptom sets that hit them much harder than the average infected.
And through all of this, that voice that cheerfully chirped out helpful hints during the item exchange, that giggled and sang songs in the crashed spaceship in the wasteland can be heard again - but this time it's different. This time, there's very little cheer left, and though the commentary is still sing-song, it's much harsher, more monotone and without much energy. 'Go on, hurry up to the MedBay. No breaking quarantine!' it says, or to those moving through the city with friends, 'You must not like those people much, are you sure you want to get them sick?' In the depths of the worst of it, in the third week of the month, people may start hearing more of those 'helpful' suggestions - 'Maybe it would be better if we just left them out in the wastelands, you know? For the greater good and all...'
Mod Note: An NPC post will be going up next weekend on
redshiftrp to supplement this prompt. Keep an eye out!b. gone to shit.
With 90% of the city's bots repurposed to serve the ill (the matchmaking bot being the notable exception), things are starting to go downhill fast elsewhere. Didn’t realize how much work the bots were actually doing? You can't avoid knowing now.
Restaurants, slowly coming back online after the increased activity in the agricultural areas, are promptly shut down again with things starting to go bad in the fridges. The VR rooms have no attendants to help with glitches. The maintenance bots are prowling the halls looking for ill people to assist to the MedBay. The spa bots are all down in the lower levels helping keep people comfortable while they convalesce, leaving the spas to run themselves. Sometimes to overflowing. It's definitely going to be an adventure discovering what else the bots were doing to keep things running smoothly.
There's no bots manning the bar (make your own drinks while you can), but this also means there are no bots cleaning up the messes people leave behind in the bar either. The detritus of people living their lives starts to pile up - which means if you don’t want garbage filling up the most used common rooms, you're going to have to apply some good old elbow grease. Exactly what you wanted to do while everyone is violently ill, right?
Restaurants, slowly coming back online after the increased activity in the agricultural areas, are promptly shut down again with things starting to go bad in the fridges. The VR rooms have no attendants to help with glitches. The maintenance bots are prowling the halls looking for ill people to assist to the MedBay. The spa bots are all down in the lower levels helping keep people comfortable while they convalesce, leaving the spas to run themselves. Sometimes to overflowing. It's definitely going to be an adventure discovering what else the bots were doing to keep things running smoothly.
There's no bots manning the bar (make your own drinks while you can), but this also means there are no bots cleaning up the messes people leave behind in the bar either. The detritus of people living their lives starts to pile up - which means if you don’t want garbage filling up the most used common rooms, you're going to have to apply some good old elbow grease. Exactly what you wanted to do while everyone is violently ill, right?
c. dance of the moonlight jellies.
In spite of everything going on elsewhere in the colony, something magical is happening in the lakes and ponds of the park. Maybe your healthy or recovering character stumbles across it on their own. Maybe they see the glow from a higher levels and are drawn down to it. Maybe a persistent and super helpful voice, the same voice from the item exchange, the same voice that suggested throwing the sick out into the wasteland, suggests that you should go down and look at what's happening there.
However you ended up in the park, the place is filled with a silvery glow that emanates from the ponds, rivers, and lake. Fish have come up from the bottom, from where they were buried under the sand. They look almost like East Asian dragons, for those familiar with Earth. They're long, muscular, with two sets of fins trailing in the water like legs. Their heads are delicate, beautiful things that trail whiskers in the water along beside them.
And they're dancing.
In loops and whirls, over and under each other, diving deep and then rising up again to create patterns of light and shadow. Anyone who watches for more than a minute can start to feel relief moving through them, calm, the sense that things will be okay. Watching the dance is almost like meditation. Probably, for some, a much-needed break.
However you ended up in the park, the place is filled with a silvery glow that emanates from the ponds, rivers, and lake. Fish have come up from the bottom, from where they were buried under the sand. They look almost like East Asian dragons, for those familiar with Earth. They're long, muscular, with two sets of fins trailing in the water like legs. Their heads are delicate, beautiful things that trail whiskers in the water along beside them.
And they're dancing.
In loops and whirls, over and under each other, diving deep and then rising up again to create patterns of light and shadow. Anyone who watches for more than a minute can start to feel relief moving through them, calm, the sense that things will be okay. Watching the dance is almost like meditation. Probably, for some, a much-needed break.
Qubit | Irredeemable
As a precautionary measure, he creates some filtration masks early in the month, handing them out to anybody who wants one. But he quickly realizes that's not going to make much difference. It's the same pathogen as before, mutations aside, so everyone in Anchor's already been exposed - at this point it's just a matter of whose immune systems will be able to fight it off.
His own succeeds, though, and it's a lucky thing, too, since apparently it's going to fall to him and Peter to keep the station running for a while. He's going to be spending most of the month running from crisis to crisis (often literally - this would be a lot easier if his stupid teleportals worked here), or coordinating with the handful of others who aren't deathly ill, or chasing down maintenance robots in an attempt to override their quarantine protocols. This station is way too big for two people to maintain on their own, superpowers or no.
So yeah, feel free to run into him literally anywhere, and please excuse how frazzled and irritable he'll be for the entire month. All this running around doesn't leave him a lot of downtime for, say... decent meals, or sleep. (Real talk, if we ever run out of coffee, Anchor is doomed.) ]
Not that he's planning to do it all himself, obviously - there's no way he'd have enough time to do an in-depth study of the space plague on top of all the other bullshit on his plate right now. But whoever does get tapped for this, they're going to need samples and data... ]
Qubit here. Keeping this quick: I need a few volunteers to provide blood samples for testing purposes. These will need to come from both sick and healthy individuals, please. Contact me if you're interested. Thanks in advance.
[ Qubit you could at least explain why- oh, something's on fire? Okay. ]
One evening, when the creatures' nightly display has drawn a handful of onlookers, Qubit will be found among them. It's a rare moment - the fact that he's here at all means there's nothing else demanding his immediate attention, for probably the first time in weeks. He had time to go make himself a hot sandwich, and when nothing exploded in that interval, he figured he might as well go and eat it somewhere nice.
There's one spot from which a thick congregation of dancing fish can be seen not far from the shore, and that's where Qubit decides to sit, even though there's already someone there. ]
Mind if I join you?
number one!
so when allison notices a man with a box of what looks like gas masks at dinner, allison practically power-walks over, reaches into the box, and takes one, gratefully. she gives the stranger a little smile and wave before putting it on. ]
but arent you number three :y
Hello to you too.
[ She's actually one of the people he most wanted to get a mask to, so this works out nicely. He's pretty sure she was Ported in after the initial outbreak died down, so there's still a chance she hasn't been exposed yet. And also he should probably find out who she is, I mean, that's pretty important too. ]
Have we been introduced? My name's Qubit.
uh oh u got me
Allison. It's a pleasure. Thanks for the mask.
[ she offers her hand to shake. ]
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Likewise, Allison.
[ He shakes her hand. It's a textbook, practiced handshake, firm but brief, just long enough to avoid being impolite. Then he gestures vaguely in the direction of his throat. ]
Trouble speaking, or...? [ He's trying to be tactful about it. ]
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fuck it. if he wants to know, then he wants to know. information in exchange for the mask. ]
A little.
[ with that, allison unzips her coat, revealing layers and layers of gauze wrapped around her neck, hiding something much nastier underneath. once qubit gets a look, she zips it back up. ]
Got a little scratch.
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But his head tilts back in surprise when he sees all that gauze. That's why she's upset - because it's recent. An injury? Surgery? Surgery to repair an injury? ... Well, that part really is none of his business. He glances at her message and nods, understanding. ]
I see. Sorry about that. [ Both for the unintentional nosiness and about whatever actually happened. ]
... You already know to be careful, then. Regular hand-washing, and so on.
[ Even a minor respiratory infection could be deadly for her, so he'd rather state the obvious than make assumptions. ]
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allison re-zips her coat. ]
I know. You're the first person I've come in contact with who wasn't my immediate family since the outbreak.
[ allison still looks a little irritated. really, qubit, there's no need to mansplain germs to her. it hasn't occurred to allison that there are people here who don't know about stuff like that. ]
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You have family here? [ this is a surprise! ] That's unusual. Who is it?
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Two of my brothers, Ben and Klaus. Do you know them?
[ allison looks quibit in the eye, expectantly. be careful what you say here, because she's fiercely protective of them both. ]
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He seems to recognize at least one of the names, brightening a bit and nodding to her. ]
Ah, I know Ben! He's helped me out on a number of occasions. Interesting fellow.
[ Although as it's Qubit saying this, that's equal parts complimentary and potentially dangerous. He glances back down to the other name, brow crinkling. ]
Klaus I'm not as familiar with. [ He does make an effort to know who's who around here, though, so it comes to him after a second. ] No, we've met, though. Tattoos? Bit of an exhibitionist? [ He motions vaguely with his free hand, looking back to Allison for confirmation. ]
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Interesting? Why do you say that?
[ allison sighs. yep, that's klaus -- but only she and her brothers are allowed to be rude behind his back, gosh. ]
Yes, him.
2 Text @Spides
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I've been wanting to run some tests on my blood
the whole radioactive mutated spider powers thing, you know
but I've got this thing about needles and I know it sounds stupid because super powers
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[ You know, the epidemic and the robots and all. ]
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Just whenever we get time, everything's a little too screwed up right now.
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just kidding I don't wanna deal with vampires again. But yeah, that's a good idea, we'll do a bunch at once.
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[ Between Carlisle and the Whole Foods and ... Carlisle ............. it's mostly Carlisle, he is plenty of undead for one Anchor. ]
Let me know when you've got a minute and we'll get that taken care of. I found a mobile biosampling kit in the Medbay, so anywhere's fine.
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Oh dude that's cool. Sure thing, I'll let you know as soon as I have a minute.
[It might not be for like A MONTH, but he'll do it!]