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Phantasmal Rift Mods ([personal profile] phantasmods) wrote in [community profile] phantasmalrift2018-04-29 11:56 pm
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INTRO LOG - APRIL/MAY 18

Eventually, Charm starts herding people towards the parked exploratory drone, a few at a time, mostly people who have finished their noodles or other business. "It's almost nightfall at the Station," he says, "and with this many new arrivals, we're going to have to make multiple trips."

(For those who might ask, he also explains that they've chosen not to stabilize the noodle shop for the time being, as the other androids will almost certainly want to speak to Viella, and have no other way of doing so, due to the fact that they don't dream. Aside from that small region, the Fissure is largely stable.)

It in fact takes four trips total to get everyone to the Station. Those of you who don't fall asleep on the way there - the minute you hit stable reality, the inability to sleep vanishes, and most will be hit with a wave of exhaustion - will find that the Station Annex, a building off to the side of the main station, has been finished, at least outwardly.

By the time the first group arrives, the sun is dipping towards the horizon; by the time the last gets there, it's set, leaving a few pink-tinted clouds in the sky. The drones drop everyone off (and that is everyone, even though of you who have fallen asleep) on the observation deck, where those of you who didn't get your fill of noodles will find several buffet-style tables set up with...

...Pizza? Yeah, pizza, in damn near every variety you can think of, including a few things that only loosely fall under the heading of "pizza." Half a table is full of calzones of various varieties; another significant chunk is things that are just desserts in the general shape of pizza, including a couple of iced cinnamon pastries, a pair of brightly-colored "pizzas" made of canned fruit over cream cheese, and a two-layer cake that's just decorated to look like a pizza, with strawberry jam and round slices of strawberry 'pepperoni' sandwiching yellow icing. Finally, the last third of the third table is just three baskets of breadsticks with varying amounts of cheese and garlic, accompanied by two turrens of dipping sauce (one white, one red) and a tower of little plastic dipping cups.

(Those who opt to head directly to bed will find that the banquet gets packed up and moved back to the kitchens around midnight, though it stays warm under a stasis enchantment for roughly the next day before someone packs the remainder into the fridge.)

In the common room, meanwhile, the usual boxes of clothes and trading post sign are set up. Unclaimed rooms can be claimed by writing your name in on a list set up next to the boxes, on what seems to be a broken music stand with a large ROOMS AVAILABLE sign hanging from it. There is also a rather hastily assembled, hand-poked Braille version of the sheet (with the paper punched through in one or two places).

Those who go looking will find that the androids are somewhat more absent than they usually are after an expedition; save obviously for Charm, and Strange who arrives on the deck as usual not long after, you'll have to go looking. Considering the amount of the station you have available, they could be just about anywhere... But perhaps it'd be worth checking over in that new building...?

[Mod note: Strange is the only NPC with a top-level this round, but others may respond to your top-levels, especially in the Annex areas! Consider it a fun surprise. c:]
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[personal profile] meowna 2018-05-01 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
It probably would be. You don't suppose he bossed around other birds to do the work for him?

[Is he a knockoff Honchkrow, maybe?]
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[personal profile] meowna 2018-05-01 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
The name's Morgana. Nice to meet you!

[The zee? What kind of accent is that? Maybe she's from a little island or something.....

Well, not like it matters. Morgana jumps down off the buffet, sauntering over to claim their seats.]
foolishjustice: (Shall I explain?)

[personal profile] foolishjustice 2018-05-01 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives a tired chuckle at that.]

Maybe. He can be quite demanding.

[The Magpie goes CAW.]
dubiouslychthonic: (Skeptical)

[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-05-01 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Cahoots is a good and useful word I don't know what you're talking about.]

Well, I can try and help clarify. I imagine I'll be better at it when I'm not actively fixating on my ex.
foolishjustice: (S-same...recarm...)

[personal profile] foolishjustice 2018-05-01 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Pizza Party]

[Sure, Goro had noodles back in the Fissure, but anyone who's seen him eat knows his stomach is a black hole. It shouldn't come as much of a surprise, then, that he's hitting the buffet as hard as his sleepy body will let him...though the mayonnaise and fish pizza he's eating might raise some eyebrows. So, too, might the magpie sitting on his shoulder. Every now and then, it shouts out 'SHARE!' and Goro holds up a small bit of fish from his pizza for the bird to eat.]

[That's Not a Nap, it's a Coma]

[After he finishes eating, Goro disappears into his room. For approximately the next week, he's very scarce, seen only once or twice a day to raid the kitchen at completely random hours of day or night, cup of coffee in hand, before disappearing back into his room. Maybe someone should check up on him, if they catch sight of him?]
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[personal profile] meowna 2018-05-01 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Must be tough to leave your gang behind, huh?

[Sorry, Morrigan. At least you traded them for your borbdad?]
Edited 2018-05-01 08:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] theosophomoric 2018-05-01 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Even when she's not slipping into the very specific patois of the men and women who make their living on the broad subterranean saltwater lake that takes up most of the cavern of the Neath, Sonja's accent may be a bit difficult to pin down; she speaks English with an accent typical of the urban middle-class from the south of England in the late nineteenth century, with heavy influence from time spent among London's underclasses, and the occasional slight shading of the germanic around the edges.

The table, on the other hand, is perfectly intuitive, and Sonja slides Morgana's plate across to him before taking a seat opposite.]


Anyone you know here, Morgana, or are you here all on your own?
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-05-01 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
I rather think some of it is just a difference in how our species process emotions. Your concept of romance has a far more distinctive split and more separation between relationships than ours does.

...Honestly, the fact that the closest we have to a formalized sort of rival relationship is culture touchstones about siblings has made reading some of the caliginous sections a bit uncomfortable, but nothing I can't deal with.
letsplayer: (~be a master~)

Coma Week

[personal profile] letsplayer 2018-05-01 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ A few days after the pizza party, and Marla has already managed to track down Goro's room. She knocks on the door.

Next to her is her Ampharos, which is currently holding a cake sloppily slathered in cream cheese frosting that says "I'M SORRY I DROPPED A FISH IN YOUR HAIR" in chocolate letters.

It's red velvet, which Goro can pretend is the blood of his enemies. ]
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-05-01 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
[She's still not super hungry, but you know what, post-dungeon exhaustion or not, Wren's not one to pass up a good mingle. She hangs around the deck for a decent while, casually chewing on a slice of meat lovers'.

When things start to die down, she decides to go check out the new building. Her eyes practically light up when she finds the library, and, yep, that's where she's going to spend the rest of the night. In fact, come the next morning, should anyone for some reason feel compelled to check out the books early in the day, they'll find her still there, having drifted off in one of the comfier seats, the book she was reading sitting haphazardly in her lap.]
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[personal profile] meowna 2018-05-01 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Morgana has enough trouble just pinning down the most basic, broad accents, as limited as his ability to travel has been; to him, at least, Sonja just sounds Western. And as for him? .....Well, it's not easy to glean nationality from a cat, of all things. His accent is meowing, pure and simple; there's no native human language to tint it in the slightest.

He daintily picks up a slice of pizza between both paws and starts to eat.]


I know two people who have been here for a little while, and two others showed up around the same time I did.

[There's a beat of hesitation; he doesn't want to make Shido's life completely impossible around here, now that his heart has been changed, but he doesn't exactly want to protect the guy, either.]

One more guy from my world showed up, too, but that one's a lot more complicated. What about you, anyone you recognize?
foolishjustice: (So I see...)

[personal profile] foolishjustice 2018-05-01 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes him a bit to get to the door, and when it opens, he's very clearly just rolled out of bed. His clothes are rumpled, his hair is a mess of bedhead, and he's squinting against the light...but at least he doesn't look quite as zombie-like as he did in his earlier trips to the kitchen? At least, before he got at least halfway through a cup of coffee, so that's not a high bar.]

Mnn?
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[personal profile] letsplayer 2018-05-01 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
Thought you could use a pick me up.

[ She's going to peer into the apartment and look for the nearest flat surface to put that cake on. ]

This a bad time?
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[personal profile] meowna 2018-05-01 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Futaba would hate to miss out on a thumb drive, wouldn't she? She's always got her laptop with her, so she'll surely be able to tell what's on it. And once she does..... Well, loads of cars have places to plug in your tunes, so he should be able to play this stuff while he's a bus, right?

In exchange, Morgana leaves behind..... one (1) large, nice restaurant plate. It still smells faintly of barbecue sauce, but it's "clean"--hopefully you're paranoid to give it a preemptive wash, unless you like eating on something that's been covered in cat spit.]
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kitchen, after her convo with izunia!

[personal profile] promittere 2018-05-01 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Did somebody ask for a blind friend?

The kitchen is unfamiliar, but Ignis is sure he'll be able to figure it out. Probably. He's going over the ingredients in the pantry, looking for - well. He's looking for coffee, so he can make some fresh while he has the option, though he's been a little sidetracked by the braille labels and the ones that have already been torn.

Not so distracted he doesn't notice someone walking in, at least.]


Good evening. I won't be long.

[h o p e f u l l y]
foolishjustice: (Is that...so...)

[personal profile] foolishjustice 2018-05-01 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, the first thing she'll probably notice is that it's actually two rooms, with the joining wall knocked out. After that, odds are his boyfriends are still in bed.

Luckily, though, there's two desks readily available for her to put the cake on.]


Mph...

[Just a moment. A cup of coffee appears in his hand and he takes a long drink, closing his eyes for a second and then shaking his head as if to clear it.]

I'm tired, that's all.
letsplayer: (all the children sing)

[personal profile] letsplayer 2018-05-01 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
Here's that cake I promised.

[She's going to just put it down on the desk.]

Had to look some shit up since mom was never that much of a cake person compared to other stuff, but it's edible.
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much later;

[personal profile] promittere 2018-05-01 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Exploration of the station is...Well. It's going. It's a slow process, but he's thankful for the androids insisting on replacing the walking cane he'd had before. Adjusting to it will take some time, he's sure, but he's made it to the library with no incident. (Not that he knew where he was heading, but he didn't trip down any stairs or anything, so it's fine.)

Still, he's letting it guide him, and unfortunately a certain sleepy king's legs are just there as he passes by the chairs.]


Oh. [That...that wasn't a light tap, either.] My apologies-
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-05-01 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
[The body in the chair jerks awake with a small noise of alarm; it's probably possible to pin it as deep enough that it belongs to one of two people.]

What - oh, Ignis.

[There's a small sound of shifting as he sits up to rub at the section of his leg that just got soundly whacked.]

No great harm done... Izunia, by the way.

[Before this turns into a comedy routine of some sort.]
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[personal profile] promittere 2018-05-01 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[He pulls the cane back at the noise, startled, before relaxing.]

Were you...asleep?

[He remembers him mentioning napping all the time, but...Geez.]

And thank you for the clarification.
founderinglight: ([late with spacebucks])

[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-05-01 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
...Yes?

[It's slightly sheepish.]

I think I've not entirely recovered from the expedition. Care for a coffee?

[On the other hand, now that he's awake, he may as well stay awake.]
foolishjustice: (Delicious caffeine.)

[personal profile] foolishjustice 2018-05-01 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't be surprised if you'd have had to improvise, anyway.

[Shuffling over to the cake. Sniff sniff. More coffee.]

It smells good, at least.
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[personal profile] promittere 2018-05-01 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
That's terrible for your back.

[He folds his hands over the top of the cane, humming.]

Please. I tried finding the coffee machine earlier, to...limited success.
founderinglight: ([hold])

[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-05-01 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't have a problem with my back even after nearly forty years of sitting on a throne, I'm not that worried about it. Give me a moment - there's another chair about two feet beyond me, if you'd like to sit.

[No reason to stand on ceremony, right?]
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[personal profile] promittere 2018-05-01 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
Nap on the throne often, then?

[His movements are careful, but he's glad to be sitting.

He's still so tired, after getting back from the forest.]