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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.
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Vaguely aware of being held still, she's very much awake while he tries to help her. It does occur to her to, perhaps, point out that she doesn't think he's qualified to have that thing in his hand let alone to use it.
Not given much of an option, however.
The first thing she does, once he lets go, is sneeze. She goes very still in the aftermath, but doesn't start bleeding again.]
Ugh... [Her brow furrows.] My nose feels funny.
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He freezes on the spot when she sneezes, just staring, waiting to see if she was going to start bleeding again. When she doesn't, he finally relaxes, moving all the equipment off her bed and taking a seat next to her.]
Yeah, uh, I put something up there to numb it. It might feel weird for a few hours. Looks like the bleeding's stopped, though...
[He reaches up to gently tilt her head back, just staring up her nose, don't mind him.]
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I don't like this. [Poison mutters. Almost everything that happens to her in these places, one way or another, comes back to something that happened in the Box and she finds herself internally cringing away from yet another set of memories that she thought she'd buried.]
What if it starts getting worse.
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This sounds like the same crud that I had. Y'know, when I spent that week alternating between sleeping and whining. You'll get better, we just gotta stay on top of it.
[Godddd he hopes he's right about that.
He shifts on the bed, moving to where he can wrap his arms around her. It's not too tight, but it's secure, like he's trying to reassure both of them that everything is going to be okay.]
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[The sleeping had actually been the worst part of it, because at least when he was awake and complaining she could work out if he was getting any worse. It occurs to her that she doesn't want him to get sick again by being close to her like this... but also that she's never going to be able to persuade him to just leave her here.
So, she shifts up against his side and stops trying to keep her eyes open.]
I haven't been ill since... hmn. Since the Box. ... A lot of people died.
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[He's the biggest baby when he's sick. Really, Poison is being such a trooper right now, what a badass. It's just too bad she's saying stuff like that right now, because Peter is absolutely terrified of that exact thing happening.]
The Box didn't have medical facilities like this, though. Right? We'll figure out a way to beat this.
[God he hopes he's not totally full of shit right now.]
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[She hadn't quite understood the severity of it when she'd arrived, given that she came from somewhere where the idea of 'medical equipment' would be entirely foreign (did they even have those words? She can barely remember anymore).
Even in the more densely populated places, like Shieldtown and beyond, medicine was still something that could just as quickly kill someone as cure them.]
But it didn't matter to them if we died. That was what they wanted. I haven't worked out what Anchor wants yet.
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Neither have I. There's just so much weird stuff that happens, it's hard to piece together what everything means.
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[But it has to mean something, because for all she's been through there was always a reason behind it even if she hated the reason she was given. For the the Box, it was the end of the world. For Hadriel, the survival of a species no matter the cost.
Poison shifts, looking up at Peter tiredly for a moment before she presses her forehead into his shoulder.]
What do you think we're here for?
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[He continues playing with her hair, but now he's staring off at some random point in the room like he's distracted. He might be a little bit, he's putting his thoughts in order.]
Personally, I wanna find out what happened to everyone that used to be here. I wanna find a way to prevent it from happening again, to us or whoever might come after us.
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... Do you remember that creature we saw outside, when we were fixing something on the roof? Did we ever see more of those..?
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Those were the... what were they, big worm things? Bugs? I haven't seen any more, but then I haven't really gone outside much since then.
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[She could fall asleep like this. Her head hurts, but not too badly as long as she doesn't move too much.]
I just wonder why we haven't seen any more of them... even on the video feeds.
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I dunno. Maybe they're... migrating? Or something? Maybe they got caught up in that redshift, maybe they got eaten by bigger bugs.
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[Large bugs are never a good thing... and she can only imagine the kind of damage something like that could do if it got inside.]
I wonder what's really out there. Don't you?
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[just because he has bug powers doesn't mean he wants to deal with giant bugs]
Not gonna lie, I would love to go out there and explore this place. I'd just feel bad leaving Anchor for too long, you know?
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We don't know what's outside, past what we can see. It hasn't stopped me before, but I've never seen anything like the red shifts. [Poison frowns.]
I don't think I'd want to be lost out there. Maybe we could send a robot out.
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[Poison he's doing that thing again, that thing where he makes more nerdy work for himself. Look what's happened.]
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[He's doing that thing again, but spirits, it's one of the things she finds most endearing about him. And besides, it doesn't hurt for him to have things to keep him occupied.]
What's that?
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[He can't help that he's the world's biggest nerd. But yes, he would probably not be the most fun to be around if he was sitting around with nothing to do all the time.]
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[That again. She leans her head against him and shuts her eyes.]
Tell me about space.
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Well, um. It's huge, for one. I-- I guess that part's pretty obvious. When... when you're actually up there in space, the stars just look incredible. Like, if you've ever looked up at the sky on a clear night, it's like that but like a hundred times brighter. I kinda wish I'd thought to take some pictures.
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In Gull, you could see them every clear night if you looked up through the trees.
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[But yeah, the sky is way different. The stars are all in the wrong place, everything's weird.]
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Good. Just don't sneeze.]
You never went away from the city?
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