phantasmalrift | INTRO LOG

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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[ Oh my god. So much food. Marla's taken a couple of the sweets, but for the most part, her plate is piled with enough meat-covered pizza items to give a small village a collective heart attack. She lingers around the buffet for a while before taking her plate and stuffing her face as she explores the rest of the building.

Once in the common room, she scribbles MARLA CELESTIA FUCKNUGGET SANZASHI into the apartment sign-up sheet, a half of a breadstick visible as the other half is shoved into her mouth.

Then she goes back for some of that strawberry pizza cake. ]

Edited 2018-04-30 08:20 (UTC)

Holy shit, kid, that's got to be more than your body weight in pepperoni. Leave some for the other meat lovers, huh?

[She's not that much younger than you, Junpei.]

I'm like, 20.

[ You're 19, sweetie. ]

But maybe I could make it up to everyone here? Get one of those murder deer back from the forest and roast it over a spit or...something.

...nah, that's too much work.

It's also absolutely not the same thing as pizza, but okay. I mean, I don't think anyone would say no to more of that, the meat wasn't bad after days of pre-packaged snacks.

So you're saying I now have the legal right to cram as much sausage into my face as I want.

[ There may or may not be a devious little grin on her face. ]

Ah-ah, I don't have the authority to legally sanction anything, here or otherwise. Don't use my personal musing to justify your actions, kid.

[ She's going to slowly shove an entire breadstick in her mouth in response to that question.

As if to say "my stomach is a supermassive black hole of despair and hunger." ]