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redshiftlogs2019-12-08 07:10 pm
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december 2019. welcome to the void.
Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Sixth Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of December 2019
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
What: Sixth Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of December 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. the generic holiday cheer prompt.
It's a dark, quiet, uneventful night. Only those up and about in the wee hours will notice something odd starting in the park.
It's snowing.
The phenomenon seems to be coming from a small bank of unmoving clouds hanging suspended above the trees and lake. A cloud that, upon closer inspection by any scientists in the room, appears to be made of harmless nanites whose sole purpose is to unleash a cheery, blustery kind of weather that remains mostly contained to the park.
Some bots are out serving hot chocolate, cider, flavored snow cones, and other small baked treats. Others are building a solid-looking bit of scaffolding that the snow is rapidly turning into a sledding ramp. In fact, there are sleds ready and waiting at the foot of the slide. The smaller ponds have frozen over in a sharp cold snap that came with the nanites' release, and there are other bots handing out ice skates - careful, though, because one of them is a chef bot and he's made the blades of the skates ridiculously sharp. At least they'll glide well?
Around the middle of the day, the intercoms squeal loudly, crackle, and start pouring generic seasonal music out into the air. Is it for Hanukkah? Christmas? Kwanzaa? Some strange holiday no one has heard of? Who knows, since half of it is in alien languages, but man, it sure is peppy! And kind of annoying after a while! Maybe someone should hack the system and change the music up?
It's snowing.
The phenomenon seems to be coming from a small bank of unmoving clouds hanging suspended above the trees and lake. A cloud that, upon closer inspection by any scientists in the room, appears to be made of harmless nanites whose sole purpose is to unleash a cheery, blustery kind of weather that remains mostly contained to the park.
Some bots are out serving hot chocolate, cider, flavored snow cones, and other small baked treats. Others are building a solid-looking bit of scaffolding that the snow is rapidly turning into a sledding ramp. In fact, there are sleds ready and waiting at the foot of the slide. The smaller ponds have frozen over in a sharp cold snap that came with the nanites' release, and there are other bots handing out ice skates - careful, though, because one of them is a chef bot and he's made the blades of the skates ridiculously sharp. At least they'll glide well?
Around the middle of the day, the intercoms squeal loudly, crackle, and start pouring generic seasonal music out into the air. Is it for Hanukkah? Christmas? Kwanzaa? Some strange holiday no one has heard of? Who knows, since half of it is in alien languages, but man, it sure is peppy! And kind of annoying after a while! Maybe someone should hack the system and change the music up?
b. the body heat trope prompt.
As the day wears on toward evening, the nanite winter storm starts to gather a little more force, sending cold seeping through the halls of Anchor. There are pockets of warmth here and there - notably, for once, the agricultural areas are largely unaffected thanks to their temperature regulators--but most of Anchor has a wintery chill, and snow is starting to bluster across the levels from bottom to top. Temperatures continue to drop when the suns go down.
The bots are out being helpful, though they can't stop the storm. They're rolling around handing out blankets and thermoses of warm drinks. Unfortunately, it's one blanket and one thermos per two people. Better get cosy - it's going to be a long, cold night!
The bots are out being helpful, though they can't stop the storm. They're rolling around handing out blankets and thermoses of warm drinks. Unfortunately, it's one blanket and one thermos per two people. Better get cosy - it's going to be a long, cold night!
c. the terrifying monster attack prompt.
The cold has woken up some creatures that have been slumbering away in one of the sealed-off areas of the labs. They couldn't get through the door that kept them caged, but they sure could freeze the windows and escape that way when they got cold enough to break. The little critters make a beeline for the park, prepared to wreak havoc-
If eating snow and ice and rolling snow into tiny balls for meal stockpiles is havoc.
These little creatures look conspicuously like the western dragons of Earth, though most are no bigger than a person's forearm. Their wings - some strange shade of white that sparkles when they move - seem largely decorative. They use them to communicate, to posture, and to keep themselves balanced when they rear up on their hind legs, but none of them appear able to fly. They're a mix of colors, blue and silver and white, some of them with a variety of shades swirling down their bodies, others with one color on their bellies and contrasting colors on their back and head. Some have splotches, or speckles, or tiger stripes of blue. They breathe steam and can freeze things with their clawed forepaws.
Also, if you feed them a flavored snow cone, they will follow you forever. No, really. You'll have yourself an undyingly loyal new pet.
If eating snow and ice and rolling snow into tiny balls for meal stockpiles is havoc.
These little creatures look conspicuously like the western dragons of Earth, though most are no bigger than a person's forearm. Their wings - some strange shade of white that sparkles when they move - seem largely decorative. They use them to communicate, to posture, and to keep themselves balanced when they rear up on their hind legs, but none of them appear able to fly. They're a mix of colors, blue and silver and white, some of them with a variety of shades swirling down their bodies, others with one color on their bellies and contrasting colors on their back and head. Some have splotches, or speckles, or tiger stripes of blue. They breathe steam and can freeze things with their clawed forepaws.
Also, if you feed them a flavored snow cone, they will follow you forever. No, really. You'll have yourself an undyingly loyal new pet.
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Lucky for you I'm off duty so I'll give you a pass, this time. I never thought I'd be so excited to see snow. Especially inside when it's fucking freezing, but it seems worth it.
[Oh he's loving this. Apparently it just takes some snow to have his mood do a 180.]
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He nods vigorously, answering: ]
If it's going to be this cold, at least there's some snow to make it fun.
[ Then, because it's Pratt and Ben can say stuff to Pratt without worrying he's going to be super uncomfortable even if it's kind of messed up: ]
I haven't felt snow since I was sixteen. This is so much better than I remembered.
[ And yeah, he bends down to pick up two huge handfuls of it and just kind of toss it into the air, joyfully. ]
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[If snow was always like this he might have looked forward to it instead of dreading it and making sure he had enough salt for his driveway.]
This place is kinda awesome for good new memories right? In the other place I was at before here, Hadriel, I got to see the ocean for the first time. That was pretty great.
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And so he adds his own version: ]
Yeah, we never had to shovel snow or anything like that, but in the middle of the city, it's only fluffy and clean for like, an hour or two, and then it gets all slushy from taxis and tons of people walking on it and stuff. But we would sneak onto the roof sometimes, to play in it when it was new.
[ Meeting Pratt's eyes, Ben raises his eyebrows, grinning, and then just flops back, holding his body rigid and his arms out as he falls back into the snow with a soft whoomff. Then he starts dragging arms and legs through the snow, because snow angels are almost as much of a necessity as snowball fights. ]
I've seen the ocean. But it wasn't 'til after I was a ghost. It'd be nice to actually feel the waves.
[ And now, Ben thinks maybe someday, somehow, he'll get to do that. After all, he is getting to do this. So much has been happening in his life that he never ever thought would happen for him. ]
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Maybe that'll happen next. Who knows what's on the rest of this planet, maybe there's an ocean. Hell maybe there's a resort that looks like Tahiti and we're the losers stuck in the dome that have no idea it's out there.
[Okay that's a little more than wishful thinking, but it could be possible. Not likely, but technically possible.]
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[ It's possible, though, that a beach might show up somehow, through the shift, or that something else will happen that will make it possible. Ben, finishing up his snow angel, gingerly gets to his feet and starts brushing the excess snow off himself. He's cold and his jeans are damp now but it was so worth it. ]
Serious question, now. Should we build a snowman, or should we go get some hot chocolate from those bots over there?
[ A very serious matter indeed! Ben concedes: ]
Or if you got a better third option, I'm open to suggestions.
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[He gives that serious question some serious thought.]
Hot chocolate. In preparation for snowman building. We gotta warm up and make sure our fingers are at peak snowball rolling capacity.