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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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She'd sort of had it on the back burner for a while, telling him about the Recollé stuff. She keeps slipping up around Lalli, and she's not sure how long she can keep up the ... deception? Is it a deception? She really doesn't mean it to be. Onni's the adult in the room, though, so she'd thought maybe she could tell him, he could help her figure out how to handle it...
But then she found out what happened to Tuuri. There's no way she can bring it up now.
Still coughing, she feels the mattress shift as he sits down. The firm but gentle pats on the back do help, sort of; something seems to dislodge a bit in her chest, and it's enough that her body finally decides that'll do for now.
"Ughhh. Thanks," she groans hoarsely, letting her hand flop onto the bed. "I'm sorry. I'm trying to get better, I swear."
Now that her mouth's uncovered, though, something might seem a little... off. It's not unusual for Ami's lips to be black, given her whole aesthetic, but it is strange that that's the only makeup she's wearing. And also that she's wearing makeup at all while sick out of her gourd. Weird!
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It's even more of a relief when she seems to clear her chest out a bit and her coughing dies down. Withdrawing his hand from her back, he holds out the cup of water he'd brought for her to take if she wants it.
"It's no problem." he says, voice calm, tilting his head a little as she flops down to relax on the bed again, apologizing for being sick and saying she's trying to get better.
His brow raises, and he snorts, glancing away from her, "Don't apologize for being sick."
When she moves her hand, though, there's something strange about her mouth. Of course, there's usually something strange about her mouth, since she wears that black makeup on her lips usually. But this is different. She's sick, and he doesn't think Ami would paint her mouth when she was sick, even though she's usually quite concerned about how she looks.
Leaning in curiously, he furrows his brows.
"Your mouth...there's something there?"
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There's something on her mouth? Aw, hell, it's blood again, isn't it? Ami wipes her mouth off on the back of her hand, then finally opens her eyes to see what came off, but there's nothing, and she looks up at Onni and blinks slowly.
But her eyes are different, too. The whites have turned not just yellow, but bright yellow.
"Did I get it?" she asks.
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He watches as she drinks water, his eyes slightly narrowed as he watches her mouth, and when she wipes at it but there's nothing there, he makes a soft, confused hum. A moment later, and she's looking up at him, and her eyes are bright yellow.
"Ah."
It's soft, quiet, but almost immediately he's ducking his head to avoid eye contact, an instinct he has no intention of culling in himself.
"Your eyes. They're yellow."
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... oh. Oh. She tenses up, yellow eyes going wide, panic rising into her chest. No, she knows exactly what this means.
"Oh, no."
Why did it have to be Onni who found her like this? She didn't want him to know. She wasn't ready to talk to him about this. She doesn't have a lie prepared.
"Onni, I can expl-"
But she gets cut off by another round of coughing, this one more violent than the last, her whole body engaged in the effort. It's going to go on for a good forty seconds before she finally hacks up what was bothering her, tastes something weird in her mouth, and spits it onto the floor. It's a glob of half-coagulated blood, as usual, but... this one is dark red. Way darker than human blood ever gets.
Finally done coughing, Ami deflates with a pained, raspy groan. "Ughhhhhhhhh."
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Without thinking, he lifts a hand to cover his mouth, but when she starts to cough like that, violent and painful, he can't help but lift his head and look at her. It seems to hurt, coughing like that, and he reminds himself that there's no Rash here, that there was decontamination, he hasn't heard any trolls or beasts, there's been no one showing the signs of the Rash at all. He's been here for months in complete safety. Why would it happen now?
Just as he's starting to push away from the wall to approach her again, she finishes her coughing and spits out a glob of dark red...blood? At first he thinks it's old blood, because it's so dark, but it isn't dark or black enough for that.
The colour is familiar. It's the colour of troll blood.
Almost immediately, he's pushing himself back against the wall, his eyes locked on her across the room, searching her face for some other sign of it. A rash, or the strange deformations that come with it, the way the skin changes. If she's this sick already, there should be something.
But there isn't.
"You said you can explain. Explain."
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She didn't mean to scare him. He's only been kind to her. Guilty, her eyes flick to one side, unable to stay on his.
"I'm sorry," she says hoarsely. "I was going to say something, but -"
But what? Why didn't she? Her brain's not even running well enough to articulate an excuse. Because she didn't know how he'd react? They're not exactly close. But really it has more to do with Lalli and Tuuri, and how she doesn't trust herself not to bring them up in this context.
"It - it's not contagious, though! It's not like the Rash, I'm not turning into - well, I am turning into something, but the something's not a monster..."
At least she has the presence of mind to avoid the T-word, I guess.