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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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He can only imagine how the very grumpy Hanzo interacted with anyone else he didn't know. Probably poorly is his guess.
"The realm of our ancestors. That is what my father told me, but honestly I'm unsure. It's not really alive, it doesn't need to eat or drink so it truly is spiritual. However; I'm sure my father spun it to be a good story."
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She never really did figure that one out. Was it bravado? That he didn't trust strangers? That he was of the opinion that men didn't need to use blankets even if it was freezing outside?
People could be strange like that.
"But he didn't have a dragon with him. I feel like I'd remember."
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"They are not always out. I don't think he summons it except for fighting. I thought mine would like to meet the other dragons."
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Sort of. Julie, too, can often be too proud or too stubborn to ask for help. It's not a good character trait, but it helps when you're aware of it. When it comes to being cold, though, she'd take a damn blanket.
"Is it... solid? The dragon, I mean. Can other people touch it, or is that weird."
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"Right now it is." He picks up the dragon around the middle, letting it flop around like a limp noodle. Holding it out he offers it to Julie, the dragon looking up with the barest hint of a tongue blep. This is one fearsome warrior.
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"Oh, nooo... it's so cute."
So scary and fearsome... and cute. She gives the dragon a little scritch on the forehead.
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"It is. I am probably not supposed to say that, or encourage it but.." He shrugs. He has an adorable dragon, he's not going to do anything about it. "It can be ferocious when it needs to be, so when it does not, it may do as it pleases. It is named Sōmen."
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She gives Sōmen plenty of scritches while the little white dragon that had decided it liked her very much watches from her side.
"Where's your favourite place to be scratched, huh..?"
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"I am glad that these other dragons have appeared, now Sōmen can have friends of it's own kind. Well, somewhat anyway, they are not quite the same. Still it's probably a good thing. And these little ice dragons that eat snow are cute."
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Maybe she doesn't mind so much that one has latched itself on to her. She gives it a little pet as well.
"Do you think they only eat snow?"
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"I think they need to be kept cool too. They may overheat otherwise? I'm not sure, we don't have dragons like this in my world."
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Or magic, or weird fungus that makes you hallucina-- okay, maybe that one isn't actually true. But there is a hell of a lot of shit going on here that isn't normal. She'd think her time in Hadriel would have made her more used to it... but it hasn't.
"I never had a pet. Wasn't allowed one. Always kind of wanted a dog, I guess?"
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Dream big Genji.
"Why were you not allowed?"
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Fleeing zombie infestations in a near-apocalyptic America is really not the kind of place one wants to have to think about an animal's welfare.
"I didn't think my first pet was gonna be a dragon. Pretty cool."
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Nora would... be blown away by all of this, if she's honest. She isn't sure if she'd handle it any better than Julie had. She knows that she'd think it was absolutely insane.
"I haven't seen her in... ages, it feels like."
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"Qubit. I was talking to Qubit and he said that he has been other places like this. No time had passed for him at home. And he had met someone I knew who had never said anything to me about any of this. He thinks they are different realities."
Which is all very confusing to him, but seemed to make sense when Qubit had been explaining it.
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Even here, where she's been marking the days, weeks, months in tally marks on the wall. Sometimes she isn't sure if she's missed one, but it's such an ingrained habit that she's fairly certain she hasn't.
"I've been to one other place, and time didn't pass back home."
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"Was the other place similar? It seems many have been elsewhere. I have not, I was at home and then appeared here. I hope I get to go home without being taken somewhere else first. This place is not as bad as it could be, but there is much to be done at in my world. There is a war brewing. I would like to be at the forefront fighting with those who believe in defending the world."
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At least, she hadn't missed anything the first time she'd gone back there. She shakes her head and forces a soft breath out through her nose, concentrating on petting the strangely cold creature now sprawled across her lap. It's... nice.
"Sounds like a lot of us have fucked up worlds to go back to. Mine's a mess, too, but it's..." She could have said it was starting to look better, until recently. "I don't know. Some stuff happened recently, and now... I don't know what's going to happen."
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"When you go back you will discover it. I believe we will all get out of this," said with the optimistic confidence of someone who is determined to own his destiny.