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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.
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If you touched it, it could get in your head. It was like...being in a dream. Someone was telling me what to do and I was doing it because I couldn't think clearly enough to think of a reason not to. Even though it wanted me to fight everyone else...
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[But what she's thinking about is the fragile nature of the human mind. How reality and concepts could be changed so easily because of one organ's interpretation of the world around you. How what is clearly wrong could seem clearly right under the perfect storm of circumstances.]
Did you harm anyone, to the best of your knowledge? I am not sure how much you remember if you were not truly yourself.
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[Lin stretched again, not feeling nearly as sore, and gave Mercy's staff a closer look.]
What IS that thing? I'm feeling better already.
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[A faint smile crosses her lips, remembering Lin's reservations about mages.]
Nothing magical, I assure you.
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You'd be surprised at what's possible. Medical science has come a long way where I'm from. Nearly every disease has a cure or vaccine. And while we cannot regrow limbs, we can replace them with bionics that are generally stronger and have vastly more utility.
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Anyways, what's the word, Doc? Izunia said there's gonna be an "adults only party" in a day or two and I don't want to miss that.
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[Blush rises to her cheeks and she busies herself with the nearest thing - a pile of books and papers on a desk that suddenly needs straightening.]
I hadn't heard about that. I suppose he announced it on the network?
[She should check that more often. Maybe she should log on and chide everyone about "safety" and "responsible adult actions" ahead of time.]
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Will you be there? I hardly ever see you outside of the medbay.
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Ah, no, I am afraid that sort of thing is not really my cup of tea. I am sure it will be great fun for others, though. It's good that everyone is bonding, even if it's...in adult ways. There will be alcohol, I assume?
[It's not an adult party without booze, even she knows that.]
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Probably. I'd be surprised if their wasn't.
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[She fuss!!!!]
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[Lin broke her promise.]