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phantasmalrift2018-02-12 06:00 am
phantasmods) wrote in 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;
Finally, those who adventure into either kitchen will find a box of plain donuts left out on the counters.
TRADING POST
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!
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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Let's get this fashion show started!
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[Off toward room 8! ...He's sort of hoping Akira and Kurama aren't hanging around room 7. Or worse, in room 8...]
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[If his arms weren't full of clothes, he'd be dramatically gesturing for Goro to go in front of him. He attempts something similar as best he can, and then follows behind.]
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The room is still pretty basic, but his plush crow is sitting just below the pillow of his bed. From the way it's laying on its side and partially covered by the blanket, he probably slept with it there.]
Just put them on the couch. I'll sort them into outfits myself.
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[He dumps them onto one side of the couch. He wanders around the room checking the place out, and gives a little wave to the plush crow.]
Nice to see you again.
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You like it? Akira got him for me.
[As a memorial after he died, but...eh, let's not talk about sad stuff right now.]
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[He gives the crow a little poke on the beak.]
Must be pretty special to you, huh?
[Which is also cute.]
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[He lowers the plush so he can pet its head. His cheeks...might be tinting a little pink.]
That's why I didn't want to put it in the sand yesterday.
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It'd be no good to cuddle up with all covered in sand, right?
[He gives the little crow a pet on the head, and does the same to the big Crow too, ruffling his hair slightly.]
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Besides, it seems a little rude to let a precious gift get dirty.
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Of course, that too. [He appreciates being allowed to pet such a precious gift to him, and then suddenly remembers what he’s doing here in the first place.] Hey, aren’t you supposed to be getting changed?
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I'm hardly going to be trying the clothes on with you still in here.
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[Privacy? What’s that?]
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[Look, he has the kind of fame where he'd absolutely have people trying to peep on him in the hot springs if he ever...actually used those. He doesn't trust a promise not to look.]
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[He sounds like a whining child, completely unawares of what the big deal is. He huffs and walks over to the door.]
If you really want me to, then I suppose I will.
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[Fans are terrifying, Astolfo. Never become a celebrity.]
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That’s fair enough. Let me in when you need me, then.
[He closes the door behind him.]
Don’t keep me waiting!
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[Sure enough, a few minutes later, he opens the door. That sure is an...outfit he's wearing.]
Well?
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It’s eye catching! A little baggy though...try the next one!
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[Back inside, and he comes out in something different.]
How about this one?
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Looking good!!
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I’ll be right there to steal it back for you.
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[He covers his mouth as he chuckles.]
Isn't it a bit mischievous, helping me plot behind my boyfriends' backs?
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Isn’t that the fun of it?
[A small bit of mischief never hurt anyone.]
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