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phantasmalrift2018-06-10 11:47 pm
phantasmods) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-06-10 11:47 pm
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IC INTRO - JUNE '18
After the fight with the siren has settled, those characters with phones hooked to the KEystone network will get a text -
Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.
Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?
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For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.
There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."
It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.
Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.
The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.
Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.
Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?
----
For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.
There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."
It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.
Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.
The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.
Common room
Is that a cat? [It could also be a daemon in disguise. He's seen things.]
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[The cat rolls over in his lap and Izunia scratches her chin.]
Her name is Verity.
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He has learned not to ask 'What are you wearing?' either, no matter how strongly he thinks it. But he is thinking it, very loudly.]
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I have a phobia of daemons, Ravus.
[And then his gaze breaks and it's back to petting kitty.]
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[He files that away, though he doesn't believe it yet. Call him paranoid, but he's had years to learn that nothing that comes from that face can be trusted.
Ravus gives Izunia a wide berth as he heads for the clothes and keeps half an eye on him as he starts to rummage. Surely there's something in here that doesn't offend his sight.]
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Verity quietly starts to purr, and Izunia is more than happy to give her more attention than he does Ravus. She is probably smarter than he is, sometimes.]
...Just don't sneak up on me in the dark. For your own safety.
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[Ravus neither accedes to this request nor refuses it, at least not out loud. Outwardly, he's looking through the clothing - which is in fact most of what he is doing. Shirts with room for both his shoulders and his prosthetic arm are not the easiest thing to find. And those there are... He holds up a neon lime shirt with a sound of disgust. It has a heart on the front. No. He has Standards.
But he also needs something to wear while he washes his clothes. Ravus discards the lime green shirt and goes back to rummaging, keeping half an eye on Izunia, waiting for the punchline.]
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