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Phantasmal Rift Mods ([personal profile] phantasmods) wrote in [community profile] phantasmalrift2018-02-12 06:00 am

IC INTRO - FEB

The first thing the new arrivals will see, as the sun sets, is a set of distant lights turning on - the roof of the Station, perched on the cliffs above the beach.

The next thing, probably, will be the exploratory drone, a flying chrome thing about the size of a horse, descending near them, wherever they are.

"I can't believe it spat out people this time," says a voice through the speakers - androgynous, somehow sounding young and old enough to be incredibly tired.

Another voice, almost identical but almost unmistakably that of a different speaker from the cheerful tone, says, "Worry about it later! Hey, do you want a ride?"

And with that, the door of the drone's cargo bay opens.

--> WELCOME, NEW ARRIVALS.


Drones drop characters off on the well-lit lower section of the roof, where a pair of tall, gangly humanoids meet them. The two are clearly artificial, formed of silver metal and white silicone, and perfectly identical... Except for their standing posture, which is very different.

The one on the right, a step further back, looks indisputably excited, and peers at the new arrivals curiously. The one on the left has a bag slung over their shoulder, clearly thrown together at the last moment and not completely closed. They take a step forward and say, in a calm tone, "Hello. My name is Strange. Do you have any injured?"

A few minutes after the characters start to arrive, a third android bursts out of the door into the station, exclaiming (in the same voice as the rest), "Here! Wear these!" before shoving a purple scarf at Strange and a red scarf at the curious one. The new android is already wearing an orange scarf.

Once all characters have been brought up, the remaining three androids arrive on the roof, wearing green, dark blue, and white scarves. The one in white hangs back a little from the others, while the one in blue carries themselves with authority.

"Welcome to Keystone Station," says the one in blue, in a voice that must have the volume enhanced to carry across the entire roof. "You may call me Up. My siblings and I have been maintaining the station in the absence of our creators, and researching the phenomenon that brought you here, which we call Fissures. ...I am sorry to say that we have no way to return you to your worlds at this time, so please accept our hospitality."

They bow, low at the waist, and that seems to be a signal to the rest of the group to break up and join the confused, milling group of new arrivals.

--> INDIVIDUAL NPC TOP-LEVELS

Strange - Charm - Top - Bottom - Up - Down

--> THE REST OF THE STATION

Once explanations have been made as much as they can be, the newly arrived characters are set loose to explore the station itself. The labs are currently closed off, as is the door down to the generator level, but characters are welcome to explore anywhere else they please.

The androids, too, depart the roof, each setting off with a distinct task in mind. Charm and Bottom can be found on the lowest accessible level, the two of them working magic on stored seeds long into the night in order to tempt the infant plants into growing. Up and Strange vanish into the labs, (which open to characters the next day, the biology lab having been converted to a medical bay, along with the generator level).

Top and Down, meanwhile, make their home in the central gathering room of the residential floor for the night. Down is distributing network devices from a case at their side, while Top is noting down character housing arrangements and who is taking which of the station's rooms.

There's also a table set up near them, which is covered in a variety of snack foods that characters can grab and munch on before they head off for the night. Most of the packages have sand or dried salt clinging to them, indicating well enough their origins, and the expiry dates are of course all over the place even on the snacks characters might recognize... But it's certainly something to eat, isn't it?

--> THE NEXT MORNING

When characters come into the common room the next day, there's a set of large boxes on either side of the couch-filled lower area. One side is full of clothes of approximately modern Earth origin, loosely sorted by fit. A note tacked to the boxes says Limit yourself to one outfit, please!

The boxes on the other side of the room are empty. A clip-board set on a white folding table in the middle has a piece of paper and a black pen strung to it;

Trading Post

Found something you don't want? Leave it here in case someone else does.

If you're looking for something specific, scribble it down on this pad with your name!

Finally, those who adventure into either kitchen will find a box of plain donuts left out on the counters.

TRADING POST
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-02-26 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She certainly knew how to get what she wanted. Pity the fools who told her no.

And not in the sense that you did - but if there's one constant about humans, it's a desire to gossip, and I assure you that the servants and other members of the household did plenty.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-02-26 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmmm. Sounds like she and your son got to grow up with plenty of people around to take care of them. That must've been a lot of fun.

[Prompto sounds both approving and wistful.]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-02-26 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's the king of wistful (I mean, among other things), so yeah, he catches that.

He doesn't go so far as to say 'you deserved better' or anything of the like, but he is thinking it.]


I wish I could have had more time for them. Such is the wish of everyone who bore the crown, I imagine.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-02-27 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Quietly, Prompto busies his hands with feeding the chickens once more.]

Yeah. I think so. His Majesty... King Regis, I mean. It always seemed like all he wanted was to do his best for Noct.
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-02-27 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
There might perhaps be those in the world who didn't find their worldview deeply shaken by becoming parents, but I was not one of them, and I don't think Regis was, either. To the very end, he did everything in his power to let Noctis grow up as normally and safely as possible.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-03-01 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh. I wouldn't even have ever met the guy if His Majesty'd done differently.
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-03-03 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps. Or perhaps fate would have found some other way to land you at his side.

[A shrug. Izunia isn't sure yet himself where he stands on the matter of fate.]

The war burdened Regis deeply - even through his own upbringing, I think. So he did what he could.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-03-03 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Prompto nods and lays his hands down to see if any of the chickens will just, like, walk into them, so he can have something soft and light and warm to hold.]

He was a good dad. And a good king. ...Noct loved him a lot.
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-03-03 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peeps like warm things, he'll probably get some eventually.]

...I know.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-03-03 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, peepers. You're too good for him, fuzzy babies.]

Did he know? That Noct would've done anything... would've given anything just to see him one more time?

[He remembers that day, clear as if he'd taken a photo of it: His Majesty the King on the steps of the Citadel, telling Noct he'd left too much unsaid.]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-03-03 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Just wait until they're awkward gangly chicken teens.]

I think that if he regretted anything, it would be that Noctis' last memories of him weren't the happiest.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-03-04 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think that's true.

[He sits back again, one chick in the cup of his hand, and gently rubs its little head.]

Whenever we got in the car--it was His Majesty's car, you know? So whenever we got in the car, or saw it after Cindy fixed it up, or Iggy let Noct behind the wheel, I'm sure he thought of him. So in a way, he got to keep making memories with his dad.

[How many pictures does he have of Noctis sitting on the back of the car, relaxed and safe as anything in the wind and sunlight?]

And I know... I know some of them were happy.