INTRO LOG - APRIL/MAY 18

[phantasmods]

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:]

Comments

[myocordial]

[Boy yeah, that's even worse and Heart can't stop himself from looking very uncomfortable for a few moments.]

Nothing. I lost my train of thought, that's all.

[Because that's not a super transparent deflection or anything.]

Who made that?

[founderinglight]

[Lucky for Heart, he's too tired to pursue it. Later he's going to ask someone what the fuck the deal is with the cookies, though.]

...Coriander, probably.

[This likely answers little to nothing.]

[myocordial]

...Right. Of course.

[A name he doesn't recognize, because why did he expect anything meaningful.]

A lot of new names to get acquainted with, I suppose.

[founderinglight]

Teen girl. Blond. Friendly. Tries to mother.

[That's about all the coherent description you're going to get out of him right now, Heart.

Nomnom. Cookie.]

[myocordial]

Don't strain yourself there. [He shakes his head.] But I see, that type. There's always inevitably one of those.

[It's enough for now, anyway. And yeah don't mind as he suddenly finds some other interesting spot to look at that's not you eating that cookie, Izunia.]

In any case, I suppose it's not really important.

[founderinglight]

Several, honestly. Wren's also that way.

[That's the longest sentence he's managed thus fair.]

Silver hair, girl twin, rides a... thing. Winged spiracorn thing.

[myocordial]

...Spiracorn.

[He almost forgot that Ardyn's world is... weird when it comes to wildlife.

So he just sorta looks at Izunia because my guy what even is that supposed to be.]

[founderinglight]

It's a noun.

[I'm so sorry Heart he's incredibly not awake at the moment.He's not even trying to sass.]

[myocordial]

...

[Give him strength.]

Yes, I gathered that, thank you. I'm... sure I'll know it when I see it.

[Somehow...]

[founderinglight]

Draw you one. Later.

[Oh hey when did that cookie disappear.

...pizzaaaaaaaaa.]

[myocordial]

[Well, with the cookie gone this scene is less upsetting, at least.]

Ah... Sure. I never did learn that much about the wildlife on Eos. Besides it apparently being rather... odd. Compared to most worlds.

But ah, you just... refuel, I suppose. [Man. Humans.] And maybe sleep more, because it really looks like you could use it.

[founderinglight]

Planning on it.

[Sleep is good for the body and the soul.

So's pepperoni.]

[myocordial]

Good, then.

You need to be well rested whenever I get that free hit I'm owed too. Otherwise, what's the point?

[founderinglight]

...Not gonna forget. Don't worry.

[Pizza into his face hole now.]

[myocordial]

I'm glad to hear it. I'd collect anyway even if you did, but... Surprise attacks aren't really my thing.

[founderinglight]

Don't work well on me anyway. Phasing reflex.

[Uggggggh he supposes he might as well try to wake the rest of the way up for this conversation. Ugh. The things he does for you, Heart.

Where coffee there we go.]

[myocordial]

Ah yes, that annoying little trick.

That's no fun at all.

[founderinglight]

Quite fun when you're doing it.

[Beat. Coffee sip.]

If you have warping from Ardyn, you could probably learn.

[myocordial]

I do, yes.

Hm. [He doesn't sound all that curious.] I do need more practice with all that anyway, so I suppose in that way it's worth learning more about. But avoiding hits isn't my style. If you can't even feel your opponent's strength, then what point is there?

[founderinglight]

...You certainly are something, aren't you.

[He's... sleepily impressed and slightly terrified of how casually that's said.]

[myocordial]

Am I? I just like to fight, that's all. A proper battle gets my blood pumping like nothing else.

[founderinglight]

The touch of a god of war is in my family's blood and there are still few of us who consider the idea with such relish.

[Said while very pointedly staring into his cup of coffee. When he's managed to unleash that mostly-coherent thought out, he tips the mug back and slams about half of it.]

Come to my aid, almighty placebo effect.

[myocordial]

But still some. They must have been very strong, yes? It's a shame they aren't here.

[Because he... he would want to fight them. Like, real bad.]

[founderinglight]

[You know he doesn't even need to say it for Izunia to get the idea?]

You're incorrigible. Sorry, I'm afraid that Ardyn, Noctis, and I are what you get.

[myocordial]

And you've already proven yourself boring to fight. Hm, perhaps less so in a proper one? No... No, I doubt that.

Still, I have Ardyn, of course. Even if his hand-to-hand skills are a little lacking.