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phantasmalrift2018-04-29 11:56 pm
phantasmods) wrote in 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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And feel it, too.
[He stumbles in past Talon, going for the nearest seat and basically collapsing on it, which causes a grunt of pain and for him to lean over, hugging his side. Well done, Shido.
... at the moment, he's not particularly lucid enough to really observe his surroundings, and if he were, he probably still wouldn't be lucid enough to really care. Good, take that rifle and just put him out of his misery while you're at it...]
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So, did you forget to change the bandages or did you do this to spite me?
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[so yeah. he kind of forgot. or well... didn't make much of an attempt to remember in the first place.
Thankfully, the bandages did end up getting changed by someone, and they're not the same bandages as when he first came in, but they're still old and dirty at this point, any healing that might have happened undone by negligence. And or just really bad luck.]
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[The important part is that when the wound is clear, his hands sheathe in a pale blue light. Talon takes a cleansing breath and lets his energy pool in the palms of his hands. When a gently pulsing disc of blue light has formed, he holds it up to the wound.]
[This particularly brand of healing feels like cool, running water rushing through the flesh and bloodstream. It may be a little jarring, especially with feeling the symptoms start to ease up so quickly. Any signs of infection in the wound itself begin to pale and fade, and the flesh heals up just a tad in the process, any grossness reversing itself.]
[When he pulls his hands away, Talon makes a slight face. The disc has turned pale yellow and the pulsing motion has grown weak. He chucks it across the room and it dissipates into the air. GG Talon you probably just sprayed gross infection all over the wall.]
Gotta admit, never seen the spell do that before, but I've also never cast it on a heavily neglected wound. Usually I used it to ease up allergic reactions and clear up minor colds and shit.
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When the blue light shines its glow, he looks over, immediately mesmerized by the show he sees before him. He knew of magic, in his own world, but this is the first time he's actually ever seen it, so up close and personal, and it's...
... rather breathtaking, actually...
He lets out a breath and slumps more fully against the chair as he feels a great deal of the pain start to lessen and his fever subside. It feels like stepping outside after being cooped up at home after a few-day long storm: incredibly refreshing and reinvigorating.
And now he can see his wound is... well, it's still there but obviously not an infected mess anymore. His gaze draws up to Talon.]
I owe you one.
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[Talon shrugs, smiling faintly. It's nice to be appreciated.]
Gotta ask though, how'd you even get that wound? Know you said you deserved it, but...
[Doubt.]
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My son is here. A boy by the name of Goro Akechi. I left him and his mother to fend for themselves for years... then had her killed... and then later on had him commit terrible atrocities under my command.
Believe me; it's well-deserved.
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[Talon rubs the back of his neck and makes a face.]
Can't say I haven't done some pretty messed up things before, but that's pretty bad. Seems like you're remorseful, though. That's gotta count for something, doesn't it?
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[His change of heart hasn't done anything for Akechi... except, maybe take the burden of thinking he caused his mother's suicide. That's one thing he was glad he could amend.]
My very existence here may well be a strain for him and his friends, even if I now have the best intentions. [A deep sigh.] I hardly expect for things to change in a day, but it is... upsetting, quite frankly, to know that I'm still doing damage just by being here.
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I mean, you can't control how they react to you being here. All you can do is try to be a better person than you were, you know? If they can't forgive you, that's their prerogative. What matters is that you eventually forgive yourself, in my opinion.
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[Another sigh.] I've never had a wound like this before. How do I take care of it?
[so, you know, he doesn't have to crawl back here in shame because he let the wound fester, again,]
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Hey man, all you can do is move forward.
[Honestly he'd rather just heal the wound and let you be done with it, Shido, but after a moment he sighs and just explains.]
Well, you really just need to keep it clean and change the bandages regularly. Maybe once a day until the leakage and bleeding stops completely. Dab a little rubbing alcohol on it when you change the bandages. It might sting, but it'll keep if clean. Don't pick at it if you can help it. Other than that, just give it some time.
And avoid getting new ones.
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Thank you.
[He'll rise from his chair now... his wound hasn't been redressed yet but he figures he'll do that back in his room. Wincing a little... it's still a bit raw.]
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[Talon leans against the wall with his arms folded. What a bizarre and self deprecating man.]
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[at least he has some semblance of hope??? anyway, time to get back to his room and redress this wound...]