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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:]
(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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[So as he passes by, Talon flags down Shido with an upward nod.]
Hey, nasty injuries there. Need them healed?
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Need them healed? For a few moments, that plastic expression molds into one of genuine confusion. He's used to his mundane world, where injuries are treated by others and can only heal on their own. Understanding seems to dawn after thinking about it for a moment however, at which point he gives a wry smirk and a soft chuckle, head dipping and letting his gaze draw over the injury.]
These nasty injuries are well-deserved. [His gaze comes back up to the young man.] But thank you for the offer.
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[Wow he's 0 for 2 on people letting him help with injuries. Is it his breath? Is it the gun? Is it the fact that nobody knows who he is and he's offering to throw magic at them while they're vulnerable?]
[It's his breath, isn't it?]
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[Somehow it's not any of that?? Shido is just... trying to turn over a new leaf or... something... and feels like he would be cheating his way out of deserved suffering to accept the healing.
But I mean. It could be his breath.
A sigh.]
I'm going to clean it once I get to my room.
[... do these rooms even come with first-aid kits? he doesn't fucking know. he doesn't really care right now. his self-preservation is not exactly at high level at the moment.]
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I'm in room 25. [He gestures down the hall with a nod of his head. He claimed the room less than ten minutes ago, but it's his.] If it gets infected, come see me. The name's Talon.
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Do you often offer your services to criminals?
[Of course he couldn't have known, but that's the risk that comes with offering these things to a stranger. Well, he knows now, at least.]
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[Talon laughs, a tinge of bitterness behind the sound. There's no way for Shido to have known either, but. He has gone from feral child to protector to career criminal to whatever this situation makes him. Not only does he regularly offer his service to criminals of every caliber, he IS a criminal. Or rather, perhaps he WAS a criminal. This is a chance to start over, if he wants it to be.]
Hey man, I'm not here to judge you on why you break the law, or on what laws you break. Spirits know I'm not a saint. Turns out criminals are people, too. They bleed like everyone else. You still planning to be a criminal, all the way out here in another universe?
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As for being a lawbreaker, oh, if only that were the worst of his sins. And not terrorizing and outright murder... how he wished. Maybe selfishly, because then he wouldn't have it weighing down on him like a hundred tons...]
A bit soon to make that call, given I just got here.
[haha.................. it's a joke........................... ha]
I'll let you know in a week from now.
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[Talon grins. That's not a bad answer, really. His own crimes were pretty standard for his world. Murder, theft, springing people from jail (or from unlawful kidnapping, in one case), that one time he destroyed years worth of research because someone else deemed it unethical. Typical, really, no big deal in his mind now that he's numbed himself to it. That's why he's willing to start over.. He hasn't done anything irredeemable in his opinion.]
I'll ask again when you inevitably need that wound cleaned up.
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[He assures his as he resumes walking to his room again.
Shockingly, he does not end up fine. What an unexpected twist.]