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Entry tags:
- !mod post: intro mingle,
- asoiaf: arya stark,
- assassin's creed: ratonhnhakéton,
- dctv: mick rory,
- ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- marble hornets: brian thomas,
- mcu: peter parker,
- original: athena parker,
- original: carlisle longinmouth,
- overwatch: hanzo shimada,
- red dead redemption: charles smith,
- red dead redemption: kieran duffy,
- samurai jack: scaramouche,
- ssss: onni hotakainen,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- tales of symphonia: zelos wilder,
- umbrella academy: ben hargreeves
january 2020. welcome to the void.
Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Seventh Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of January 2020
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
What: Seventh Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of January 2020
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. champagne supernova.
Normally, the changes in the sky are subtle, happening between glances or over the course of days.
That's not the case now, when the bright sky with its three suns is wiped away in an explosion of blue light, right at sunrise on the morning of January 1st. The light pulses across the sky in uneven blazes, sending out lattices of what might be lightning or something worse. There's no moon. No brightness. Just this lightning-storm brilliance in space, shedding little light on the world below.
And the suns don't come back on. As the day wears on, the supernova brightness in the sky starts to fade out and no new light appears. The sky is static and black, with no stars, no moons, no suns. The mild rolling blackouts that started with the opening of the relaxation room intensify with the sudden loss of solar power, as the backup systems try to compensate for the increased use of power.
For a moment, power goes out in Anchor entirely, leaving the place plunged into darkness.
The darkness doesn't last. Thanks to those generators everyone worked so hard to sort out, the backup systems struggle back to life, keeping the lights on and the bar, kitchen, and agricultural supports open, but there are some things that the limited power just can't cover.
That's not the case now, when the bright sky with its three suns is wiped away in an explosion of blue light, right at sunrise on the morning of January 1st. The light pulses across the sky in uneven blazes, sending out lattices of what might be lightning or something worse. There's no moon. No brightness. Just this lightning-storm brilliance in space, shedding little light on the world below.
And the suns don't come back on. As the day wears on, the supernova brightness in the sky starts to fade out and no new light appears. The sky is static and black, with no stars, no moons, no suns. The mild rolling blackouts that started with the opening of the relaxation room intensify with the sudden loss of solar power, as the backup systems try to compensate for the increased use of power.
For a moment, power goes out in Anchor entirely, leaving the place plunged into darkness.
The darkness doesn't last. Thanks to those generators everyone worked so hard to sort out, the backup systems struggle back to life, keeping the lights on and the bar, kitchen, and agricultural supports open, but there are some things that the limited power just can't cover.
b. tower of babelfish.
The first, and perhaps the most noticeable system to start failing, are the auto-translation programs. While not affecting every area in Anchor equally, communication between those who speak different languages is going to be a lot more difficult. The effects are spotty, coming and going, sometimes completely failing, leaving only people's naturally-spoken languages available. Sometimes it just struggles, making conversations sound a lot more like babelfish translations than recognizable speech. People themselves seem to be affected differently by the translation struggles, depending on who and where they are. There's no rhyme or reason to when and how it fails. But the problem persists through most of the month.
c. the hidden passage.
The second system failure is harder to spot.
At the end of what seemed to be a maintenance hallway, a set of doors have appeared from behind what used to be a shielded hologram of a dead end. The doors stick out from their surroundings: thick metal, barred heavily from the outside. A clear attempt to keep something locked away inside, not to keep people from entering.
For those adventurous enough, or foolish enough, to wrestle the locks open, a problem will reveal itself. A short flight of stairs, leading down into an area flooded by murky water. It's hard to see more than branching halls down below.
Those who choose to brave the water will find a hallway lined with bulkheads and sealed doorways, all guarding rooms that could be accessed with the right combination of smarts and brute force. It's the question of what would be ruined by the water if the doors are opened that might give people pause. What kind of secrets could be wiped out or destroyed if the doors are forced and the water passes through the bulkheads? Can the water be drained? How?
But there is one room open, or mostly open, where the bulkhead doors didn't quite manage to seal when the area flooded. It'll be a squeeze, for bigger characters, but the flooded room beyond contains artifacts preserved behind glass - strange medallions, strings of glowing beads, broken sceptres, arrows fletched with feathers from creatures no one has ever seen before.
Only one object isn't sealed away. It's a handful of small orbs, with shifting colors, held in place by a shield array that still seems to function, for the most part. They can be touched, can even be removed from the stand with the right know-how or a willingness to smash stuff.
But once an orb is touched, the colors start to spin more rapidly. The more it's handled, the brighter and faster the colors shift. Whether it takes hold immediately or not is up to you, but those who handled the orb will find the bright colors start to glow under the surface of their skin, in the shape of veins, glowing bright for a few minutes before fading. And those people bring a different kind of contagion back with them to the surface. Memory loss, communicated from one person to the next via contact. It can be partial or complete, or not happen to your character at all - they can be an unwitting "carrier" of the effects, passing it on without experiencing the losses themselves. The loss can last from hours to weeks, with carriers being "infected" for the duration of that time.
It also leaves behind magical traces, ones that don't fade after memories return. The cleverest might start to wonder if it wasn't a kind of inoculation, though against what, it remains to be seen.
At the end of what seemed to be a maintenance hallway, a set of doors have appeared from behind what used to be a shielded hologram of a dead end. The doors stick out from their surroundings: thick metal, barred heavily from the outside. A clear attempt to keep something locked away inside, not to keep people from entering.
For those adventurous enough, or foolish enough, to wrestle the locks open, a problem will reveal itself. A short flight of stairs, leading down into an area flooded by murky water. It's hard to see more than branching halls down below.
Those who choose to brave the water will find a hallway lined with bulkheads and sealed doorways, all guarding rooms that could be accessed with the right combination of smarts and brute force. It's the question of what would be ruined by the water if the doors are opened that might give people pause. What kind of secrets could be wiped out or destroyed if the doors are forced and the water passes through the bulkheads? Can the water be drained? How?
But there is one room open, or mostly open, where the bulkhead doors didn't quite manage to seal when the area flooded. It'll be a squeeze, for bigger characters, but the flooded room beyond contains artifacts preserved behind glass - strange medallions, strings of glowing beads, broken sceptres, arrows fletched with feathers from creatures no one has ever seen before.
Only one object isn't sealed away. It's a handful of small orbs, with shifting colors, held in place by a shield array that still seems to function, for the most part. They can be touched, can even be removed from the stand with the right know-how or a willingness to smash stuff.
But once an orb is touched, the colors start to spin more rapidly. The more it's handled, the brighter and faster the colors shift. Whether it takes hold immediately or not is up to you, but those who handled the orb will find the bright colors start to glow under the surface of their skin, in the shape of veins, glowing bright for a few minutes before fading. And those people bring a different kind of contagion back with them to the surface. Memory loss, communicated from one person to the next via contact. It can be partial or complete, or not happen to your character at all - they can be an unwitting "carrier" of the effects, passing it on without experiencing the losses themselves. The loss can last from hours to weeks, with carriers being "infected" for the duration of that time.
It also leaves behind magical traces, ones that don't fade after memories return. The cleverest might start to wonder if it wasn't a kind of inoculation, though against what, it remains to be seen.
Kylo Ren | OTA
After exploring the strange crash site (and running into a few reindire in the process), Kylo Ren returns to Anchor with a nicely wrapped present. It's his, and it isn't. The gift's for Ben Solo, not Kylo Ren, and he knows he ought to destroy it. Burn it, before it can tempt him anymore.
But he doesn't. Instead, he tucks it away somewhere, ignoring it for a few days as he explores the colony. And eventually, he can't resist the temptation anymore.
When he opens the box, he isn't sure what to expect. Nothing good, no doubt. Nothing useful. He looks inside, reaches in and clasps a gloved hand around the trinket.
The last time he held these dice in his hand (it was only days ago, and the hurt's still so raw), they weren't really there. Just a projection. A trick. These are different, solid and so very real.
He ought to throw the dice away. Destroy them. Leave them in the past where they belong. He ought to. But he can't. Instead, against his better judgment (such as it is), he pockets the dice. He's fine. They can't affect him. He won't allow it.
He's fine. Totally not raging beneath the surface. In fact, he's just going to go about his business as if he's never opened the box at all.
Just.
Don't mind Kylo when he suddenly snaps, turning his rage on a hapless, glitchy droid in an abandoned shop.
(It tried to recommend a new outfit to him. In return, he ran his lightsaber through its chest. It appears Kylo Ren's not open to fashion advice.)
II. KYLO WHO?
Though he may be (at times) prone to his own brand of idiocy, Kylo isn't foolish enough to put his hands on one of the Idiot BallsTM. If he came face to face with any, during some offscreen/as-yet-unwritten adventure, he would've gotten too much of a Bad FeelingTM about them to allow an orb to come into contact with him.
Unfortunately, the same can't be said for everybody else in Anchor. Somebody's infected him with forgetfulness, and the fog that choked out his memories left him with little more than three facts:
1. His name is (was?) Ben Solo.
2. His mother is (was?) a princess.
3. He has severe issues with father figures.
Anything beyond that is too hazy to latch onto. He may feel vague snippets, and feelings unmoored from any context, but there's nothing solid. As soon as he tries to chase a stray sentiment back to a memory, it scampers away like startled prey.
What's even more troubling is there's something else. A presence that's always with him, invisible, undetectable to others. This extra sense that he knows, on some level, few others possess. It both anchors him and lifts him up, connects him to all that surrounds him.
Sometimes, this sense may give him a vision, if he touches an object or enters a place still haunted by recent trauma. He may also read surface thoughts or emotions from others, unintentionally, and it can be so awkward. At one point, he even manages to stop a tequila sunrise, mid-air, after the bartender bot hurls it at him. Even Ben seems surprised when it happens, looking from his outstretched hand, to the frozen drink, with a dumbfounded look.
As for where he is, you can find him in the park (where, at one point, he manages to ignite his lightsaber, let out a startled yelp, and instinctively toss it into a tree), in the baths (maybe an awkward place to run into others when he can sort of read minds and doesn't know how to control it...), in the bar (see the aforementioned Force shenanigan), and... honestly, anywhere else. It's all good. Things are flexible.
III. WILDCARD
[ Choose your own adventure! Kylo will be out and about around Anchor, exploring, looking for tech and information (particularly with regards to their galactic coordinates). He's most likely to be found in the garage/mechanic shop, security control room, and library. He's also using FORCE WOO MAGIC to try to glean whatever info he can from blaster marks and bullet holes around the colony.
OR HE CAN WANDER TO WHEREVER YOUR CHARACTER IS. I can roll with just about anything. ]
EXTRA: TDM CONTINUATION
[ You can also use any of his TDM prompts/continue TDM threads here! ]
I
"Ooookay, can we not with the robot killing? Do you have any idea how long it takes to--" and then he promptly shuts up, because he knows this guy and oh yeah, that Athena chick said that she'd seen
Adam DriverKylo fucking Ren and wow Peter's suddenly wishing he was better at thinking before opening his mouth."Uh. Actually, you know what, I bet he deserved it. Keep on keepin' on, my dude." He's just going to start backing towards the door, nothing to see here.
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"No. Stay." His tone is mild, downright inviting, as if the lightsaber and recent act of violence aren't (not so) implicit threats in and of themselves. He yanks the blade from the droid and faces the boy fully. At least now, he finally extinguished the lightsaber, though he continues to grip the hilt tightly. "Finish what you were saying."
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"...A couple days. It takes a couple days to repair them, assuming I even have the free time to do it in. When they're melted like that it could take a couple weeks. I have to pry all the melted parts apart, set the equipment up to make new parts. Then I have to make sure the programming is still running the way it should be, and if it isn't, that could be a whole extra week of trouble shooting."
Y'know, just sayin'.
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He nods. Seems like a reasonable enough complaint. Look at Kylo, playing the part of a totally rational, understanding person.
"And why not scrap it for parts?" Here, he'll help. Extending one hand back at the glitching droid, he doesn't even look at it as he squeezes his fingers in towards his palm, crushing its neck, twisting until the head's hanging on by a handful of wires. "It wasn't serving any useful purpose. Now it can."
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"Well that one, yes, definitely scraping that one for parts now. I would have maybe taken a more delicate approach to disassembly, but y'know, that's fine."
Most of that thing's parts are probably still in working order, it's fiiiine.
"So, just out of curiosity, what exactly was that bot doing? See, sometimes we'll get a big group of them that just acting really weird out of nowhere, and I'm trying to figure out why this keeps happening."
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"It offered unsolicited advice." Which, okay, that does sound like an implicit threat, but he doesn't actually intend for it to be. It's the truth! After a beat, he adds, for clarity: "Fashion advice."
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"Fashion advice, that's a new one."
He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose before glaring at the pile of dead robot, "at least they're not trying to murder us. Silver lining, I guess."
II - park
"Oh my-- God, oh my God." Julie's surface thoughts mostly run along the single track of 'what the fuck, what the fuck, what the actual fuck' before a long-buried pop culture memory bubbles its way up to the surface and she squeaks out in a strangled kind of way--
"Was that a fucking lightsaber?" A red one? Is red supposed to be bad? Hell, she was never that into those old movies. At least it sounds like there's someone around, from the sound of that yelp, and she starts jogging towards the tree in search of the source.
"Uhhhh hey?! What the hell are you doing, you could take someone's eye out!"
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"Sorry. I-- ah..." Well, this is awkward. "Lost my grip on it."
Yeah. That sounds, somehow, more respectable than 'it startled me and I threw it.'
Then, as curiously as if he were discussing the weather and not the glowing, angry laser sword still lodged into the tree. "Hang on-- sorry. Again. But, did you call it a lightsaber?"
(No, Ben, she called it a fucking lightsaber.)
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"Uh... yeah. That's what it is, right? A lightsaber."
How do you just lose your grip on something and embed it in a tree? Never mind-- never mind. She can't stop looking at it, and the tree isn't seeming too happy to have it stuck in there.
"Can you get it out? I don't think leaving it up there is gonna be safe."
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So it's a lightsaber. His lightsaber, though he doesn't know what he'd need with one. Perhaps it's ceremonial? Or maybe he's a soldier. No... something else... A knight?
It did feel natural in his hands, before it startled him upon ignition.
"Oh! Yeah-- that-- you're right." Here, he'll go ahead and grab the hilt, yanking the lightsaber out with something of a grimace on his face. Like he's afraid it's going to somehow explode in his hand when he grabs it, or magically turn itself around and stab him.
After all, the lightsaber doesn't exactly look stable. He makes a face at it, then finds the 'off' button, fingers moving like they've activated (and de-activated) the weapon thousands of times before. It comes naturally when he doesn't think about it.
He hangs the weapon back on his belt and faces the girl again.
"Uh."
Okay, Ben, say something.
"So..."
This is a really awkward way to meet somebody.
"I don't make a habit of throwing lightsabers at trees." There's a questioning lilt at the end of that statement, like he's not quiiiite sure if that's true or not. He thinks it might be?
Anyway.
"I'm Ben."
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"Uh.. yeah, I mean, that'd be a weird thing to make a habit of doing."
And she grins at him, hoping he catches the humour in her statement. She's still looking at the lightsaber, openly curious, but she flashes another, smaller grin up at his face when he gives his name.
"I'm Julie. Can I try that? Will it work for me?"
I
He's not moving to attack, and he doesn't have his shurikens out, merely waiting to see what this new person does.
"There's a limited supply of them it seems."
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Ah. There he is. The finer details of his armor aren't easy to make out with such minimal lighting, but he can reasonably assume... soldier. Or mercenary. Perhaps a bounty hunter.
He stares at the armored man, his own stance guarded, ready to defend himself (or, more likely, escalate, if his temper gets the better of this conversation) with the still-ignited saber.
(Between the two of them, one cast with a greenish light and one cast in red, it's almost Christmas-y in here. Festive!)
"Ah. And who's Peter?"
There's an unspoken, almost haughty undertone of 'AND WHO IS HE TO TELL ME, THE MIGHTY KYLO REN, WHAT TO DO???'
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"Where did you get such a weapon?" Because Genji has swords, and swords are cool. Tech and plasma edged swords like his kitana are extra cool, but this is a whole ass laser sword and that is about a hundred times cooler. "Is it hard light? What is powering it?"
Let him see your cool laser sword bro.
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Look, Kylo's not used to shop talk. Conversations with him are usually brief and hostile, with a fairly high probability of ending in violence.
(Which, to be fair, this one may very well go that way. It's a little early to tell.)
"I built it." It came from his blood, sweat, and tears! Or, more accurately, countless hours of nerdy research and patient, delicate engineering. He points the lightsaber at the man, though it could be read as more 'show and tell' than an overt threat. "Plasma blade. You probably wouldn't want to get too close to it." What with its crackling, sparking instability, and the white-hot heat emanating from the blade.
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He has far more questions like how does it keep its shape and what keeps Kylo's hand from melting off being that close to it. But he doesn't want to seem like he's completely fanboying over a lightsaber.
Which he totally is.Instead he pulls the kitana off his back with a flourish, the edge of it glowing a vibrant bright green, "Plasma edged, for slicing through anything."
Just two guys comparing their swords. Nothing to see here.
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Those had been a great deal less practiced and precise.
He lowers the lightsaber and extinguishes it, brow raised in interest as the man presents his own sword. Head tilting, he studies the green plasma running down the blade with genuine curiosity. Is it powered by a kyber crystal, or is there some other source for the plasma?
His eyes flicker up to the masked face. "Just the edge. Efficient." There's some admiration there. Look, he can appreciate a good sword, even if it isn't a lightsaber! "Is it your own design?"
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"Yes, though it is adapted from a sword passed down to me. The modifications are my own, however." And his ancestors would weep at how he bastardized a family heirloom.
Good.
"What prevents yours from extending beyond the length of the blade? How does it keep to the shape you desire?" He'd been wary of this person before, who was clearly violent and enraged. But now his voice only holds curiosity. How does this function without shooting off into the distance much like a laser?
II - bar
However, this is not the baffling occurrence to her that it is to him. In fact, she's pleasantly surprised. ]
Oh! You too, huh?
no subject
Her appearance registers as somewhat unusual, but in a way that's sort of... familiar. Like unusual people (or countless alien species) are just another expected, everyday encounter. ]
You know what this is?
no subject
Of course. You have telekinesis, right?
no subject
Right... [ He doesn't sound too certain about it. Ben blinks, then shakes his head. ] Nnnooo... Wait. That doesn't-- it's something... else?
[ Something more. ]
Is that what you have? Telekinesis.