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MEADOWLARK MODS ([personal profile] larkers) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-03-09 11:10 am

ARRIVAL LOG 008

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: Night of October 5 to night of October 8
WHAT: The eighth arrival
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion and loss of autonomy, alcohol usage. Further notes at end of log.

> ARRIVAL LOG #008

Awareness comes to you in blurred snatches, cloudy fragments of sound and light, color, sensation. Hazy and difficult to grasp on to, but slowly aligning into focus. A series of regular, rhythmic beeps. A medicinal, astringent smell. The sensation of movement, a low hum and accompanying vibration under you. Your eyes are heavy, hard to keep open, but in the glimpses between slow, dark blinks you see four people in black body armor seated opposite you, as well as a man in dark gray scrubs.

You realize there are others next to you. All of you in blue short sleeve shirts and ill-fitting jeans, hair recently cut but at various stages of growth, restrained by straps across your chests, arms, feet, holding you to the bench under you. To your left, an armored interior door, two more people visible, the movement of streets passing through a windshield. You try to open your mouth to speak, but it's as if your tongue is coated in tar, and you manage nothing more than an empty parting of lips.

The vehicle stops. The guard opposite you stands and comes to unbuckle you from the bench, helping you to your feet. Your limbs feel wooden and heavy, slow to move. One guard opens the back of the vehicle, and false, colored light, illuminating the streets in the distance will first alert your senses of being somewhere else, combined with warm air that's only cooled with the setting of the sun. The nurse moves to stand at the back, checking each passenger over one by one just before they're helped out of the vehicle, quick and methodical. He doesn't climb out after you, moving to sit as the last passenger is unloaded.

The guards keep their heads down. Their actions are quick, firm, but not entirely unkind. Once all the passengers are out, they climb back into the vehicle and close the doors. The engine powers up again, and then the bus is gone.

You're left alone in an alley, with no idea of where you are or why you've been brought here.

Around the corner of the alley, there is the smell of beer and a weird yodel-like sound – no, wait. That is definitely yodeling and beer. Further movement forward will lead to you finding yourself in a busy area filled with multiple people carrying reusable cups full of liquid. You've just shown up at a party with a bunch of people wearing nearly identical clothing. The good thing is that everyone is probably too drunk to notice.

◉ Though entirely capable of independent action and thought, new characters will find themselves completely, unquestioningly compliant to any verbal statement which could be taken as a command or request.

> OKTOBERFEST

The message from El comes the same as usual: insistent, not waiting for any active attempt to open it. Scrolling within your vision as if being written while you're reading it.

I'm starting to think that the arrests last month mean that our friendly delivery men have had to change up what they're doing. Either way - the group waiting for you this time is huge. The get up? Blue shirts, all around. Let's see how long that lasts. Anyway. Arrival #8. You know the deal, don't you? I bet you're all already out there having a good time.

Although New Amsterdam is a mish-mash of world cultures, there are certain traditions that took root in the city as it began to form its identity. Yes, one was Anime Naexpo. Another? Oktoberfest. Hoping to capitalize on the heritage of the region, businesses throughout New Amsterdam pushed for the continued celebration of Oktoberfest. In fact, the only time it wasn't celebrated was during the Xelkoven War, as the fight between humans and AI meant that any celebrations were put by the wayside.

Perhaps even more so than having to work during an anime convention, Oktoberfest is not a fun time for customer service workers. All around, various different cashiers, food truck chefs and drivers, rickshawers, couriers and more find that they don't have a choice but to dress up in Dutch costumes recalling times of the past. These costumes are typically pulled out of some back closest and generally assigned to the employees, so some of them won't fit all that well. The problem is that it isn't cool enough to be dressed in these as the days cool off, and the only saving grace is that they get to work at night rather than the day. The early parts of their shifts are miserably hot, and things don't get better from there. If your character is a customer service employee, they can expect some uncomfortable days ahead.

Somehow, the discomfort of the various workers doesn't come in the way of the loud and festive activities. All around New Amsterdam, various tents go up selling a lot of different wares, many of which are probably second hand junk that people are trying to sell off for a few credits. This is the time when the Black Market stops working underground, instead opening temporary store fronts in tents that are far too nice for the wares they're providing (but at least they're trying to be a less obvious money laundering front). If someone's looking to get in good with the underground or get a sense of how to find these places for some actually illegal goods, Oktoberfest is a prime place to start.

Otherwise? Oktoberfest is likely full of what anyone would expect: a lot of beer, funny looking Bavarian clothing, a lot of live music, and a lot of opportunities for drunken folk to put on a good show. If your character is the type to look for an opening to grab some attention, this is the place to do it.

◉ There will be a lot of beers available in pretty much every single tent. The drinking age in New Amsterdam is 18, but it's equally unlikely that anyone will be checking implants with how busy everything will be. The most popular beer this year? "We're Lucky We're Not Cyborgs," an extremely hoppy IPA made by the most popular brewery in New Amsterdam. All of the beers are available in bottles that you can return for more, as businesses no longer sell alcohol by the can. Think of growlers – but in a far more manageable size! Feel free to come up with the cyberpunk name of your dreams for the beer. Or people can just drink the New Amsterdam River – which is the name of the beer with a picture of the man-made river on it. It's cheap, but reliable. Oh, and for those of you that don't like the taste of beer, there's cider and mead on tap at most places as well.

◉ There will be various stages all over for acts to perform, but the schedules will not be full. Before long, the characters will know that Oktoberfest is where some people plan to get discovered. And … it's also a place where some people become social media sensations, in either good or bad ways. Need to propose to someone? Need to show off your abs? These stages are the place to be. If someone's not up there, take the chance and make it your time to shine. Or … go down in infamy.

◉ Most of the food throughout the festival will harken back to its German heritage, albeit without a whole lot of success. There are sausages, but much like the hot dogs of today, it's likely better that you don't ask what's in them. A safe bet is the large array of potato dishes around. These are delicious – and cheap!

◉ There are some competitions, too! Virtual fencing – albeit in a very, very amateurish way – and virtual crossbow competitions happen throughout the three-day event. And then there's yodeling. One of the stages will be dedicated to this the entire time. Yes, people practice to win big, but that doesn't mean that everyone has to practice.

◉ Like with Oktoberfest of the past, celebrities will have their own VIP tent right in the heart of the financial district. If you have a favorite music, film, or movie star and they have a penchant for partying, this is the place to be. Sneaking in will be hard – but not impossible. Though some will find that they might have to work this tent. These celebrities can't go without their coffee or beer, after all.

> SAFEHOUSE

Access to the safehouse is a hatch hidden behind stacks of empty storage shelves in the back of an abandoned supermarket in an outer district of the city. The immediate area is similarly abandoned, empty stores, flanked by several blocks of dive bars and clubs which cater to more niche tastes. A place where people can come and go unseen, or, if seen, not spoken of. A dark haired woman called Gaby is ready to greet the new arrivals and get them settled in, brusque and no-nonsense – she'll be open for in depth questions later, but will advise everyone to ask the people who brought them in for the beginning bits of information.

◉ The safe house is a large open space, filled with rows of basic cots set up to sleep a large amount of people. Basic, but outfitted with everything necessary for daily life. A few doors lead to back rooms for storage, medical care and a large communal bathroom, and past the long rows of cots there is a communal kitchen, fully stocked, and an eating area. Privacy is at a minimum.

◉ New characters will be asked to pick their beds, and provided with a change of (second-hand, mismatched and somewhat threadbare) clothes and basic toiletries.

◉ While there were previously also NPC occupants of the safehouse, natives to New Amsterdam, these people have now been moved on to somewhere safer. A few of their belongings remain, discarded or accidentally abandoned.

◉ Gaby will make it clear to all new arrivals that if they have any requests or queries, they should contact her or El.

◉ There will be shifts when Gaby isn't present in the safehouse because she's shorthanded following the UNA attacks in our January event. New characters will find that if they try to open the hatch to leave during this time, it'll be sealed shut for anyone without a registered implant.

◉ The drugs making new characters compliant will remain in their systems for a few hours after their arrival at the safehouse before finally beginning to fade. They will be gone entirely after a night's rest. In the meantime, they may want to be careful of what others say to them.

◉ New characters will be given rudimentary access to the network on arrival in the safehouse, but will not have their ID set up yet. They will be able to make posts and replies, but their messages will be anonymous and they do not have inboxes yet.

New characters will not be allowed to leave the safehouse until OCTOBER 9. These 4 days are for them to adjust, learn about the world they've arrived in from their fellows, and for El to speak with them and work on setting up their IDs.

> WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

As everyone goes to sleep, a familiar stomp vibrates through New Tokyo on the other side of the world. The wall outside of the city is stable at first, holding up, but the vibrations continue. The creature this time is twice as large as the one that hit New Amsterdam – 800m high, yet not seen until right around when the vibrations began. It should have been, by all rights: New Tokyo is no less secure than the other cities around the world, with constant surveillance and a dedication toward maintaining an idyllic life for its citizens. Its behavior is similar: it slams its tail against the outer wall of the city before it gives way, the destruction nearly absolute. In a panic, New Tokyo's UNA forces and police force move into action to try to bring down the monster and protect its citizens.

At the same time, whether they're still awake or already asleep, something stirs inside of the displaced. Their chests will glow without anything to bring it about – no power drawn on, either innate or new, and no skin touching. This glow seems to fatigue any of them if they're still awake, and will send anyone already asleep into a deeper one. Once they're under, the stirring within will give way to unrest that foments dreams and visions for many of the displaced. If they had a dream while they slept, characters will wake up with a burning sensation in their chest.

As for New Tokyo: it will be left in ruins by the time the UNA soldiers there manage to take down the monster. Several sections of the city remain intact – almost out of luck – and the governor of New Tokyo reports that they believe this monster came from outside of the city, having been given life by the unsafe conditions outside of the megacity. Within a few hours, this statement will be revised, with the governor admitting that he doesn't know what the monster was or where it came from, only that their surveillance saw that it came from outside.

The three dreams below are what each character will experience, though you can feel free to assume they managed to jar themselves awake before the dream finished. To get a dream, please comment below to get an RNGed number for the dream that they'll be having. Since these are unnatural dreams, you can feel free to have your character remember it in its entirety – or not, if that's what you'd prefer.

If you have multiple characters, we suggest you only have one experience a dream, but it's ultimately up to you!

> DREAM 001

A blue glow illuminates the site – offering light on a foggy morning, with everyone having completed their journey to this final destination. A sense of fatigue and relief that washes over everyone there, but also an inner warmth that seems to radiate from the site itself. Huge rocks rise up on either side of the site, acting as shielding barriers for these followers and what lies ahead of them. Despite the lack of natural light cast through the thick fog, there's still a distant glow, leading them forward.

You find yourself among these people, well aware of the many miles you walked to get here, most of it on an incline. Around you, the clothes that people wear are worn, tattered, made from wool that's begun to wear down. How long have you all been traveling? It's hard to say – hard to guess, only that you know that you were all drawn here. No single story is the same. Some saw symbols: triangles that glowed when they saw them in the periphery, as well as bits of circles coming together. The tree of life. Perfect like nature in its finest form. Others could never put the words to what they experienced.

Each of you feel the draw now. It resonates within you, fills you up. Just ahead, there are structures that seem to float in space, and when you draw closer, a clear, light blue bridge appears. The walk forward requires a leap of faith – and there are some unwilling to take it. Afraid. They wonder if they've wasted their time.

But you haven't. You walk forward, and the bridge carries you forward. You can't tell if you're walking or literally carried, but eventually you come to an alcove where a strange circular structure stands. As you step closer, it comes to life, a mixture of lights and – no, not sounds. But the same resonating warmth.

You walk into it and –

– you find yourself somewhere else. Somewhere new.

> DREAM 002

– this is not where you belong where you've chosen to live – this is not it this is not it this is not it –

Your fingers spread, wrapping around the nearest metal instrument to drag it close. You test the edge against your skin, drawing out a sharp pain. You never asked for this particular experience. But every day, you feel it.

It's time to take back what you can. The walls around you are white, pristine. Somehow, you know that they weren't a day ago. One of the others you know got sick, doubled over after a bad interaction with a medication. You see them now, dark rings under their eyes, a shaved head. How do you know this? Your mind doesn't answer you. You just react. Someone in a coat as white as the room draws closer. Checking your vital signs. Your breathing picks up – your lungs hurt. You lash out with the instrument, cutting deep. A bright red spreads. A sick smile creeps over your lips. You know that color, deep within you. You know it.

And then there's nothing.

And then life moves on (your life moves on). Has time passed? The room is different. The person with the red splotch of color on their lab coat is gone, and your build is different. More gangly, uncontrolled. Deep down, you feel an unabiding frustration. You hear a shout: "Put them down!" It's too late. A fire erupts. The doors seal.

> DREAM 003

You recognize the walls. The building. But there's some barrier between you and it, a constant, subdued fog that lies between you and your surroundings. The lights are bright. Everyone moves in a single file, dressed in the same white scrubs. You're among them. The workers walk alongside you, occasionally checking your vital signs. Sometimes they make you grab each other's hands, noting the shift in reactions or responses.

The air here is cool. Stale. Your head is cold, recently shaven. Like everyone else, sans a few. It looks like it's been a while since they had a haircut. You don't recognize them, not like the others. You're certain that you recognize the others.

Thought is difficult to process. There's an IV into your arm. You try to make out more of your surroundings, but the fog encroaches and takes over. You're missing your chance. Your chance to know where you are – were? Who did this to you?

Distantly, you see a marking on a wall. Letters. P - R - O - PROJECT. You're certain of it. What else is there? Nothing. No. Something, but not another word. It's a symbol of some kind, or – an animal? There's a splotch of yellow, bright and prominent on its breast, with a dark V that cuts down. The fog obscures the rest.

> FINAL OOC NOTES

This arrival log is a little different, as it doubles as a prologue for our monthly event! Everyone's character can have one of the dreams, and it'll hit them anytime within a day of the attack on New Tokyo. This does include anyone new to the game! So, please go ahead and comment below to have your dreaming character assigned a number. All assignments will be random on our part!

Welcome to Meadowlark, newbies! You're now free to post to the network and logs comms. To reiterate, your characters will have no IDs or inboxes, nor be allowed out of the safehouse until OCTOBER 9 (MARCH 17). At that point it's expected they'll have gotten a good idea of their new situation from their fellow characters, and will have discussed their background and job potentials with El in order for their false IDs to be set up.

All arrival logs act as mingles, so older players can please feel free to top level for the festivities described!

If you have any questions or ideas about how you'd like to get your character involved in the world, please head over to the plot engagement post and drop us a comment! For questions specific to this log, there is a thread below.

Please check out our March calendar rundown for a look at things happening this month, as well as some additional notes from the mods.

As a reminder, AC for new characters accepted in March will be 10 comments across 2-4 threads, while current characters will need to provide the full AC of 20 comments across 2-4 threads. AC will be posted on April 1 and close on April 7. If you do not reply to AC, you will be considered idled and dropped from the game. We will not post a warning list.

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[personal profile] lighthearted 2019-03-11 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Definitely not heartless at all. (Hah.)

Sora hears a voice, and that's his first indication that someone else is there. His sound of his blood is rushing through his ears, making it hard to focus on anything else other than the way he'd overloaded his body by pushing too hard.

But the knowledge that he's not alone brings him back to reality, and he slowly lifts his head, blinking a few times as his vision swims. Then it clears enough that he can see the concerned woman a few feet away. ]


No, it's... it's okay. [ He shifts positions until he's seated on his butt on the floor, still not ready to try and stand yet. But he doesn't want to worry her. ] I just really thought that if I tried hard enough, I could call my Keyblade.

[ It probably won't mean much to her, but his head is too fuzzy to explain it better right now. ]
reneger: (you know you got me to help out.)

[personal profile] reneger 2019-03-11 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
This, ( fingers raising to his own chest, drawing the "Y" starting from one collar to the next, dropping down his chest, over his stomach-- ) I can see that. Got some of those myself.

( no explanation because fuck that. he's not secretive about that bit of his history, but definitely doesn't feel like digging into it right now. he's more curious over her shit. ) But that-- ( hand moving up to his own arm, where her stitchings were. ) isn't from an autopsy. Someone yank off your arm? Decide to throw it 'round and play bat with it?

( then, jokingly, ) You a zombie?

( he asks questions, but his tone is lighter. playing rather than demanding. )
Edited 2019-03-11 15:28 (UTC)
wiccant: (every other beat's hard as before.)

b/c

[personal profile] wiccant 2019-03-11 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
( billy's coping mechanisms are basically the exact opposite of all the pacing around peter is doing. he shuts himself down instead of paces, gets quiet instead of rambly, but he can recognize the signs of it well enough. the panicky responses to being trapped and stuck someplace new and completely unfamiliar.

at first glance, he doesn't recognize him one bit. it's not until billy starts approaching peter as he paces that he gets a good look at his face. stops with his mouth open and half a start of "he--" before it shifts into something a little more high pitched, surprised: )
Peter?

( ok he could be wrong, this dude definitely looks a lot different but also close to the same and )
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[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-03-11 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ It’s her. Somehow.

Simon hasn’t had a lot of time to think about what he would say if he saw Catherine again, but when he did, he’d imagined her in the only form he knew of. The one he met first. ]


You’re here. I thought—

[ he falters, and swallows hard, and he can see her face, her real face, actually alive and emoting. He’s not sure what emotion. Maybe he can’t blame her for that, but being used to a voice and a static image, and seeing this, makes it all the harder to reconcile with the memory of lashing out at her until she shorted out. Died — if draining the second Simon’s battery was killing him, then snuffing Catherine out mid-sentence was killing her. Because she was the only person around, and he was relying on her to give him the answers he wanted.

And now there’s no human extinction, somehow. No PATHOS-II. Even the grief that was driving him was pointless. He was banking on something he didn’t even need.

The hyperventilating metamorphoses to hardly breathing at all. His eyes are bright and stinging, and this entirely new form of interaction with Catherine, suddenly right here and made of flesh and blood, lets in a fraction of the awkwardness about that fact that Simon would feel in front of anybody else. You know. Just a whisper of nonsensical investment in not crying in front of somebody who first met him when he yelled into a computer about being stuck in a power plant.

He takes a deep but poorly oxygenated breath, staring at the sink. This is where the useful thing or apology he imagined should be going. ]
I mean... we lost the coin toss.

[ behold: it’s now officially a 500-year incubation period before information Simon hates is assimilated. better late than never ]
Edited 2019-03-11 07:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-11 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's a weird question. ]

Uh. [ is the answer no actually applicable for people? for this person? caroline can't even fathom it. ] Yeah, I think it is.

[ someone she doesn't know yet dumps a pile of dishes onto the countertop next to her, little bits of detritus splashing off. it's gross, but she can handle gross. besides, these aren't even her clothes. ]

I mean, is it not yours?
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-11 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Like me?

[ to caroline, "like you" has nothing to do with the soft blue glow echoing in their chests (which she's yet to see) or the status of displaced that they share. it's something much more primal. and rey's claim... it sounds — well, extremely unlikely. rey moves slow, easy. the feral part of caroline's brain, the hungry part, the desperate to feed part — that part screams out prey, that rey's easy to take down, that her slim frame and pale skin promise something so desperately needed.

no. control. breathe. she won't let go, she won't give in, she's better than that. she can be better than that.

caroline takes a breath, steady and slow, and closes her eyes. it takes a moment, and then another, but eventually, the veins under her eyes subside. the fangs don't retract quite as quickly, but they're hidden by a closed mouth until they do. ]


What do you mean, like me?
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-11 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's better that he does; her control, tenuous at best, requires active effort, a commitment that becomes more difficult with each second that slips away. when his hand pulls back, caroline's shoulders slump, head sagging back down from a poised position she hadn't realized she was holding. so tense — she can hear damon's voice in the back of her head, always mocking.

would it be so bad to let go? you could take him. but she won't. can't. she isn't that person, no matter how easy it would be (and she's no reason to think it wouldn't be). she doesn't want to be. ]


I don't think there's a connection for me here, unless the name Salvatore means anything to you. [ a shot in the dark, quite literally. ] But I appreciate it.

[ her smile might be sweeter than jason's, but it's more tired too. an exhaustion that comes from deep in her bones, weak in more than just effort. ]

I just have to tough it out until they let me go. I've lived through worse.
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-11 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'whatever, fries' is a solid argument for pushing forward, and so if caroline's vaguely grossed out by the swallow-and-speak move (and she kind of is), she doesn't say anything. she's even nice enough to let the new face reach over and take one of her fries — which is mostly because caroline didn't pay for them in the first place, but also because (at least for now) there are still more available for the taking. ]

Definitely not. [ maybe it's an unfortunate side effect of being the deuteragonist in her own story, but caroline doesn't swear in return. at least, not often. not casually, anyway. she's not offended, though, just... not likely to repeat it back. ] These are actually better than I remember.

[ which might be because she's starving, and only shoveling food into her mouth as fast as she can eat it is keeping the murder murder murder vibes under control, but hey. whatever works, right? ]

I'm Caroline, by the way.
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c.

[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-11 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ caroline hasn't dreamt. granted, she hasn't slept since that first twelve hour period in the safehouse, so she looks hella tired, but no dreams. most of the people around them are still asleep though, so poe's startling jolt into wakefulness is the loudest thing around by far. ]

Hey, [ reassuring, calm; she abandons her cot against the wall to cross over to his, voice low. ] Are you okay?

[ no, he's not okay, the wild beating of his heart thumping loud in the air is the obvious clue here. ]
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c.

[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-11 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't need anything. at least, she doesn't need anything that caroline thinks hafid (as she hears another man call him, in an accent that sounds strangely both familiar and out of place) can deliver. but he offers, and it seems rude to shut him down when he looks so intent on being useful — and that part, really, caroline understands.

being useful enough to be valuable. doing something, rather than just sitting around. she can't leave, but she wants to. he can, but maybe he needs a reason to. ]


Bourbon. Or whiskey, actually, I'm not that picky. [ a tight smile ] The stronger, the better.
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-11 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ caroline doesn't overhear the beginning conversation intentionally, and in truth, she doesn't know enough about the events and what they mean to have anything to have any reason to purposefully listen in after the door closes either.

but she also knows, by now, that leaving the safehouse isn't something she'll be able to do right away, even once the temporary house arrest is lifted. until she figures out a functional replacement for her daylight ring or how to live without it, she'll be here for the foreseeable future.

better make the most of it, so when gaby does exit again, caroline's quick to try and catch her attention. ]


Hey — I'm sorry, [ as both apology and greeting, voice as gentle as she can make it to avoid startling the woman more than necessary. ] I know you're busy, but I just wanted to know.

[ caroline's smile is weak, but friendly. ]

Is there anything I can do to help? I'm new, but I'm fast.
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-11 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
Rude. [ another aggressively determined bite of the sausage that she's not going to share. ] The food. You missed out on half priced burgers.

[ restaurant week was a gift. ]

Let me guess: people keep telling you to do stuff and you're doing it, even though you're totally a independent man who don't need no orders?
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-11 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ why is she doing this? oh yeah. because the last time they (the displaced, the collective "They") let people run wild and free, the losers tried to kill people and nearly got them all exposed. daisy's not up for round two of that stupidity, so here she is, playing jackass wrangler. ]

Because, honey, that's how we do things around here. [ but if he's not going to ask questions, then good. she won't have to answer them. his neural implant lacks a name, but it still exists, so daisy uses the ever-helpful quasi-airdrop feature to push bobbi's wonderful newbie guide in his general direction. ] You can read that, if you know how to read, on your own time. There's plenty of people who will be thrilled to answer all your questions.

[ she glances around the corner after a beat, consider. too many people that way, and he's too chatty. maybe they'll just have to hang around for a second. ]

And, not that you deserve to know with your shit attitude — I got dropped off just like you did, a few months back. [ a hand idly cards through her hair, pushing it back forehead to crown. ] So I know how much it sucks, and how freaked out you'll be when you first start glowing, so I usually try to help out people when they show up. Help them avoid getting ordered around by someone who would just take advantage. [ a pointed look at him, because he's totally the kind of person who would do that to someone else, she can just feel the asshole vibe coming off him in waves ] And then show them to the safehouse, make sure they get something to eat, a place to sleep. A shower. Normal clothes.

[ another peek around the corner. goddamnit, will these drunks ever leave? ]

But since you think I'm doing such a shitty job ... I can just leave you here to figure it out for yourself, if you'd rather.
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-11 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
Sure. [ was she? possibly. not the point, though, because fist fights on your first day when your chest was doing cool glowcube tricks isn't a great way to start your adventures in new amsterdam.

and now that daisy's claimed this unknown woman as her fake adopted sister from across the pond, she feels an obligation to make sure she gets back to the safehouse okay. ]


Are you hungry? [ a question, but not a command. she could choose not to answer, if she really wants to. ] That's a bar you were trying to get into, but they mostly have cheap beer and wrestling matches on.

[ daisy asks because when she arrived, she was starving and terrified, and it was easier to admit she was hungry than afraid. so maybe that'll be true here too. ]

I know a place you can get something to eat, if you want to follow me.
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-11 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, there is. [ it's actually pretty incredible how much there is to see and do within the city's walls. more than daisy ever expected when she first arrived. ] Hot as fuck, though. But it'll be nicer when it cools down, I hope.

[ thank god the time flip is going back to normal. walking around in what should be the middle of the night had been weird.

her attention shifts, though, as he holds up the toy to question her. ]


No, not — they're not models. I mean, they are, or that one is. [ hoverbikes are a thing ] I don't just make models, though. I mostly do weapons. Tools. I just practice with stuff like that when we get new faces.

[ she watches the future equivalent of the price is right and practices making little models only to tear them apart and do it again, she's very grandma-practicing-crochet about it. ]
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[personal profile] batricide 2019-03-11 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
Are you old enough to drink?

[ It's a moot point, really. Most of the people here have turned to alcohol to cope with this nonsense at one point or another, and not all of them are of legal drinking age.

But still. He doesn't like just handing young people alcohol. ]
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-11 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ here, she is. she learned that real quick at oktoberfest. and if she wasn't back home, well, it sure as hell didn't matter. ]

I'd show you my id, but I think I left it in my other wallet.

[ wow she's funny. ]
batricide: (Don't you tell me what you think)

[personal profile] batricide 2019-03-11 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
Tt.

[ He's banning sarcasm. It's banned. No more sarcasm. Banned forever. He's not going to get her something strong but he can probably scrounge up something.

It's honestly not like he doesn't have money to spare. ]


Fine. I'll see what I can find.
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[personal profile] saviorexe 2019-03-11 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
Omg. Duly noted for the future! Thanks for this mods!!
resleeves: (F I F T Y E I G H T)

[personal profile] resleeves 2019-03-11 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ incredibly rude is his middle name and he ain't the least bit sorry. ]

Well, you're no fucking help.

[ wasn't this shitty hovel supposed to be helpful? that's what he'd been led to believe but between no cigarettes and being told he couldn't leave, there was no help happening here at all. ]

Fucking useless place.
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[personal profile] resleeves 2019-03-11 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ whoa okay, what the hell is that? his chest fucking glows and he gets a waft of both anger and amusement that is definitely not his. the anger, that could be his because that's ever present, but there's confusion and curiosity on his own end and deep down, a little desperation for something he's lost. ]

The fuck was that?

[ look, sharing was fucking caring but that was a little too much. ]
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[personal profile] resleeves 2019-03-11 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Attacking my reading skills and pointing out my attitude? Wow, you're a flatterer. How did I ever get through life without someone like you nipping at my heels like a particularly aggressive poodle?

[ said...affectionately??? okay, not really. but it's not the worst thing he could have said, at least. maybe she'll even be able to spin it as a compliment. ]

Believe me, this isn't the worst things have sucked for me in awhile. At least I'm fucking alive. [ literally alive. being dead was such a drag. just floating around in water, waiting for someone to wake you up from your eternal prison sentence. ]

Who says I need a safehouse, though?
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[personal profile] saviorexe 2019-03-11 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[And here’s Jason, sliding into his vision, while Markus is quite busy trying to figure out just how he’s going to finish all these potato dishes. There’s an array of them surrounding him, paired with craft beers displaying creative labels, though he might notice that one in particular (the one with the anti-cyborg sentiment!) is further away and untouched.]

Matches. [Eyes lift to meet him, happy for the surprise company, and curious all the same.] Summoned by food and beer, or just my company?

[He teases, mostly.]
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[personal profile] revvedup 2019-03-11 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry to disappoint. [ no she isn't. but her tone isn't hostile, just neutral. she doesn't feel like getting into a fight in this place. ]

What, you're not grateful for the worn out clothes, communal showers, and rock hard beds in the warehouse we can’t leave? [ not to mention the haircut and whatever they'd stuck in their chests. ]
Edited 2019-03-11 14:16 (UTC)
revlon: (506)

a.

[personal profile] revlon 2019-03-11 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's scouting for new arrivals which is a little more difficult this time around since they aren't dressed in the white scrubs her own group arrived in. Better for blending in overall; a disaster for people like her trying to extricate the newly displaced from sticky situations.

Luckily — or unluckily — the situations are easy to spot from a distance and Peggy slides in smoothly alongside Poe, and says: ]


What have I told you about your manners, Nick? [ she tuts, slinging an arm around his shoulder and catching the eye of the food vendor, smile dazzling and conversation easy. ] I'm terribly sorry. He just forgets himself when he's hungry! Better nip that in the bud, eh? Two orders of potato dumplings, please. Throw in a sausage, too, why not?

[ All of which she pays for with her neural implant, you're welcome, Poe. And once they're served, pointedly: ]

Come along.