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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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[He thwunks it with his palm, watching the thing shimmer but prevent his hand from getting thru.]
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[heeee just presses his lips together in a thin line and nods to himself, like yep, this might as well happen.]
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[Jokes aside, that is kind of alarming that there's a shield they can't turn off. Is Peter going to slowly starve in there? That's unfortunate - and Kabal will probably be blamed so better work on fixing this.]
Maybe it's a different button? Or maybe it'll dissolve if it takes enough damage?
Got a rocket launcher or anything? I can start shooting at you.
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Fresh out of rocket launchers, unfortunately. Qubit stole a gun off a security bot though, but I'm not sure where he left it.
[Why yes, he was actually considering letting Kabal shoot at him. It's fiiine, it wouldn't be the first time he's been shot at.]
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So the thing is protecting you from yourself? Seems like it overdid it a bit.
[Kabal thwonks it again, just to have something to do.]
Well, you're the sciency one - how do we science this better?
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I don't know, man. I can't push the button, I can't touch the computers, I'm kind of at a loss. Maybe if I wish it would turn off hard enough it'll-- [And then that's it, it just turns the fuck off on it's own]
...You-- you saw that, right? You saw that goofy shit just happen?
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Did that seriously work? Did you actually wish it gone?
What the fuck kind of technology is this?
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I dunno, I'll figure it out.
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I doubt anyone would start shouting to turn the shield off. Wouldn't even occur to them.
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No, but it would be pretty funny if they did.
[Well Kabal, you have brought Peter lunch and a science thing. Now you get to sit here and watch him analyze the fuck out of this science thing.]
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[He figured as much - it's not like he has anything else to do. So enjoy having someone hanging around the Medbay Peter. At least he's not touching anything.]
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Could be. I'd need to see another one to know for sure.
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I was being serious, though. If you have another one, activate it, see if it does the same thing as this one. That way I can confirm whether or not this one is malfunctioning before I start disassembling it.
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[Wow. What a threat. Peter is probably shaking.]
So if this works, does that mean we can go out in all those tunnels and not get attacked by whatevers out there? Cuz the shitty thing about these is we can't attack back from inside a bubble.
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[And he won't even feel a tiny bit bad about it.]
Yeah though, I think these'll offer adequate protection. I just don't wanna take 'em out and jump into something like that until we understand exactly how they work.
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[Wow Peter, he would have felt a little bad if you'd died in the shield bubble. He would have wasted four whole minutes of his life on grief. Maybe even five!]
And you know how to do that right? Figure out exactly how they work?
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[There wouldn't really be any clean up to worry about, but they'd lose one of these cool shields and also Cho would be upset if we lost Kabal so maybe don't 8(]
Yeah, I think I can do that. I've gotten a pretty good handle on how the tech around here works.
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Aight. I'll leave you to it. Keep up with the eating and sleeping, I'm not a sandwich delivery service so that's all you get from me.
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I will, I will. And thanks, the sandwiches were very sandwichy.