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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.

gasping: (184)

[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-21 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I heard. Is it weird that that's kind of the worst part?

[ caroline can deal with strange new body changes. she's woken up undead with fangs sticking out of her face, she's dealt with the realities of craving blood from a living host to survive — she can handle some weird glowing stuff in her chest and funny feelings when she touches people. it's all just rungs on the same weird shit ladder.

but denying a girl a cheeseburger just seems wrong. insult to injury. she pouts a bit, mostly for effect, and pulls a fry from the stack. ]


I don't think I've ever had fried oysters, actually. My dad used to really like them, but I never tried any. [ she'll wait for his endorsement. ] I'm assuming they're okay if you're willing to buy two orders of them?
saviorexe: (114)

[personal profile] saviorexe 2019-03-21 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
I think I’ve seen their faces on VR ads that pop up around the city. Not that it means much.

[It means that they’re popular enough to endorse a project, which is means enough to land them in a VIP tent. But he’s of the same mindset. They should work quickly, or else this will careen out of hand sooner rather than later.]

Playing nice is well and good, but I had something else in mind. Go ahead and try to loop around.

[Because Markus will opt for the expedient route — the one that he’s sure will have them marching this way sooner rather than later. Aggression is already piquing at the two men’s backs, and the android chooses to use that to his advantage; something he’s committed to as he leans forward to set his glass down, then hefting himself up to his feet.

Shoulders squared, brows slanting into something resembling irritation, the usually soft-spoken Markus projects with surprising volume, sinking annoyance into his words.]


Hey! Keep it down or take it outside! You think any of us here care about your whining?

[Funny how quickly that severs the tension between the two at a distance, their stares moving towards Markus — sincere surprise is soon replaced by that same telltale anger, which spikes with the android’s purposefully added fuel to the fire. What did you say? comes the retort, vaulted with heat right back. A half-second later and both are practically stomping towards him, faces flushed red with anger.

Markus’ fingers curl gently at his sides in the meanwhile, not willing to jump the gun as they draw closer.]
gasping: + love (172)

[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-21 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
It's just —

[ she pauses for a moment as they cross under an overpass; in the distance, holographic billboards splay out for a new entertainment series. lights everywhere, sound still spilling out from the party scene of the festival; it's a little overwhelming. caroline has to mentally shake herself out of paying attention to everything to avoid getting lost in thought or in practice. she can't afford to lose sight of rey. ]

It's nice of you to help. You don't have to do that. [ at least, she doesn't think she does. ] Have you been here long? In New Amsterdam?

[ man, that sounds weird to say. ]
998: (this is hard)

[personal profile] 998 2019-03-21 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[jon grasps her shoulders as if this will improve the empathy bond somehow. he tries to mirror her eye movements exactly.]

You use your eyes to move the page around?

[this is frustrating. he tries to push through the empathy bond to get a better idea of what she's doing and feels the same pain in his chest as when he called for ghost earlier. he makes a strangled noise and stumbles away.]
Edited 2019-03-21 04:24 (UTC)
gasping: (223)

[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-21 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Well, [ slow, considering, ] this has been a rough couple of days. Maybe you were more tired than you thought.

[ she's tired. she can't imagine anyone wouldn't be. caroline just has the benefit of not needing to sleep in the same way as before her death. ]

I'd normally suggest going for a walk or something, but I don't think they'll let us out just to get some fresh air. [ bummer. ] Do you want some water or anything?
gasping: (173)

[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-21 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ rules make sense. they're not ideal, but she didn't exactly expect him to write her a blank check and stick out his arm for the taking whenever convenient. there's a give and take to this, one that's a little new for her, but it's better than starvation. for now, she'll take it. ]

Okay. Rules. [ her head tips to the side, watching. waiting. ] What'd you have in mind?

[ he has the leverage in this situation (and probably knows it, too) but she doesn't want to just agree blindly either. ]
isherarmor: (And you thought the lions were bad)

[personal profile] isherarmor 2019-03-21 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[She's still as he grasps her - silent as he asks the question, hoping that somehow it'll just, well, click, but suddenly there's a rush of force, and now she's mirroring his cry as he stumbles back.]

Jon!

[Blinking, she wipes at her face, extends a steady, slightly tear-damp hand for him to take should he wish to. He had made himself hurt she she doesn't want to force anything. It must be frustrating to no end to have all this just outside his grasp. She can't know what caused the pain but she has a guess.]

It's not like warging. And ...kind of, yes. It's more ...it's a loose sort of concentration. More of a thought? I...

But you don't need it right away. There are better helpers than me, I am sure. I don't want you to hurt anymore. Not ...now.

Not ever, really.
evite: (aos213_27311)

[personal profile] evite 2019-03-21 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
You're the one who thinks I'm boring.

[ she turns her attention back to her drink for a moment, sloshing the liquid side to side in her glass. ]

I could tell you to smack yourself, you know. [ she very pointedly is not doing that. ] I'm not boring just because I'm not into you.
998: (sighs illegitimately)

[personal profile] 998 2019-03-21 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
No--

[he reaches for her hand again.]

You didn't hurt me. I hurt myself. It's the same as--earlier, I tried to look for Ghost and I--did it then too. I'm an idiot.

[he smiles in a self-deprecating way and touches her face briefly.]

Please. I don't trust anyone else inside my head.

[nobody here, anyway. and then a look of dawning horror:]

Did I hurt you?
blyat: (★ let me see your hand)

[personal profile] blyat 2019-03-21 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[He's going to ignore the first portion of that reply, because he knows it's not a word. That isn't the point, Keith. It looks cool. Instead, Cain tabs through to the Cooltalk social media site using his implant and searches for paladin.

This lends to several seconds of silence, and then his gaze slants dubiously to Keith. The most unimpressed expression.]


... It's just a bunch of bikes. Where's your face?
evite: (001)

[personal profile] evite 2019-03-21 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Abilities.

[ daisy's own are harder to show out here in the open, where the flush of glowing blue and the casual destruction of inorganic items might catch wandering eyes. but if jyn wants a demonstration, she can have one when they get to the safehouse. ]

So far, most everyone has one. Well, everyone who got dropped off like we did, anyway. [ there's a moment where daisy considers something, a pause in her words, before she adds: ] Your water thing. I thought at first he'd splashed you, but. That was you, wasn't it?
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[personal profile] reneger 2019-03-21 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
( better than starvation for her, better than jason having to figure out how to maneuver around any issues that come up with this later. the door opens, but he's not walking out yet. )

If anything happens you're not sure of, call me first. If you wanna reveal you've got fangs--don't to the natives of this place. If it comes up with someone from the safe house, let me know who knows. If you turn up staked, I want to know who I've gotta look into.

( eyes level on her own. )

If "accidents" happen, call me. If they're not accidents, still call me.

( so. let him stalk her a little closer than he might most. but it's not a tell me everything or stick only to me just a let him in a little more so he knows what's happening. )
secondnature: (SO WHO CARES ABOUT THEN)

[personal profile] secondnature 2019-03-21 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
That's not the right answer. [As if it were a test. It's clear that Keith feels strongly about these bikes.

(To some degree, he does: he's been shopping for one for a few weeks, and mentally saving them. ... Mentally in that they're saved to a file on his neural implant, but also in terms of trying to figure out precisely what he wants.)

But also, he feels like ... Cain doesn't get it.]


These bikes are important. One of them's gonna be mine, and unlike everything else here, no one can take it away! So, tell me which one you like.
blyat: (★ lavender ribbons of rain sang)

[personal profile] blyat 2019-03-21 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
What the hell are you talking about? Who's taking away your shit?

[As far as Cain's aware, his belongings have yet to be raided from his apartment. He's missing something here.]

Uh, but if you really want my opinion. [His attention flashes back to Keith's Cooltalk, examining the selection.] That red's pretty sweet. Or the blue and black one. Gold's cool, too, but not really your style.
realists: (ro » uncertain)

[personal profile] realists 2019-03-21 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
I don't have a water thing.

[ but there is a thread of uncertainty in her voice because she'd felt something, aside from the shock at water splashing over her ankles. some pull tied up in her anger. anger is a defense for jyn, she wears is like a coat, a shield. and she was angry, sure, but it was different.

she doesn't have the force, she doesn't have anything. fists and stubbornness, that is what makes up jyn erso. ]


What's your thing?
secondnature: (lots of deserts.)

[personal profile] secondnature 2019-03-21 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
The gold would be better if it was in red. I really want the red. [Agreement on it not being his style. But it easily could be his style. Keith hasn't seen it offered in any other colors, so it's more a unique make than anything. That's just going to drive up the cost.]

If I get it, and something happens to me—you've gotta make sure someone good gets my bike. Okay? Jughead needs to get it.
blyat: (★ it comes out above my head)

[personal profile] blyat 2019-03-21 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
No idea who Jughead is, but sure. [Unlike others, he doesn't trawl the network that frequently. He's got bills to pay and bad rave outfits/alcohol to buy.] Kinda hurt you wouldn't offer it to me. You know I'd take good care of it.

[Keith doesn't actually know that. The point remains.]

What are you talking about, anyway? You piss someone off and now they're coming for your head?
secondnature: (i would have six significant others)

[personal profile] secondnature 2019-03-21 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
No, [he says, and he drawls it out, dragging out vowel for far longer than necessary. It hangs in the air as he tilts his head to the side, frustrated. Keith gives off the impression that Cain should know what he's talking about.

The reality is that Keith hasn't opened up to a lot of people here. He's trying, slowly. Ever so slowly.

He wouldn't be doing this normally. Heck, he wouldn't drink normally. Who knew stupid tiny shorts would be the breaking point? (Anyone who would have met Keith could guess that.)]


Not unless they're going after the people I care about first. [The "G" in "Going" is almost dropped, almost lilted out of existence.] Guess that'd be a good strategy.
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-21 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
No? [ half disbelieving, half willing to let it go. ] Okay.

[ she has a thing. whether it's water or fire or something totally different, doesn't matter. eventually, jyn erso will figure out her thing, and when she's ready to deal with it, daisy's name is right there in the guide as somebody she can reach out to for help. ]

I can take stuff apart, put it back together. Kind of like LEGOs, I guess.
isherarmor: (I'll find my own bravado)

[personal profile] isherarmor 2019-03-21 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[She's quick to answer - she'd much rather see self deprecation than his ear or horror, and she's quick to tighten her fingers around his as if to emphasize her words.]

No, no, you didn't. You didn't hurt me, I only felt that you...


[Well, she'd been in his head. Now she's smiling - soft and sincere - it's the same for her. She's a quick judge of character - much better at it than she'd been at the start. I she seems sometimes quick to trust, it's almost never wholly - and more often than not it's the appearance of trust, a veneer of it but not down to the core - with Jon it's different: she would and does trust him with her life.]

Of course.

[She's remembering that suggestibility again - the drug that's still in his system. An idea forms, but it's Jon, and can't not warn him before she tests a command of sorts.]

There's a drug, a potion that makes us very compliant when we first wake. Do you still feel it?
blyat: (★ trying to cover my shadow)

[personal profile] blyat 2019-03-21 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[For all their limited interactions, he hasn't seen Keith like this, drunk and aggressively direct in his replies. He comes off about as bull-headed as Cain knows he is himself -- at least he's got that self-awareness -- but this is another dimension to it.

He sighs, meanwhile turning toward the cabinets and digging through to find a snack.]


You have a good time playing the hero. And just a word of advice, if you actually want people to care about your Cooltalk profile, you should definitely put your face on there.

[It's a cute face, it'll attract attention. That's Cain's thought process.]

What happened? Something's got you riled up.
gasping: (053)

[personal profile] gasping 2019-03-21 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ those... weren't the rules she had expected. she'd expected some kind of obligation, some kind of to-do list that utilized her strength or speed or violent capabilities. not — a request to keep him in the loop. not something that felt like he was trying to taking responsibility for her.

it surprises her, and for a moment, caroline is quiet, a small smile playing at her features that she doesn't quite manage to hold back. ]


I will. [ call him, that is. ] I'll be careful.

[ she has to be. doesn't need his instruction to know to do that. but it's nice to have the reassurance that she's not the only person who doesn't want her to wind up with a wooden skewer through her chest. ]

I wasn't planning on making it public knowledge, but — is there anyone I shouldn't?

[ for better or for worse, his enemies have become her enemies. safety in numbers. ]
998: (sasses internally)

[personal profile] 998 2019-03-21 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[jon smiles at her comment, resists the urge to defend snow as a. a good source of drinking water b. better than this heat. he nods.]

Aye. My sister Sansa's been here a few weeks more.
998: (srsly)

[personal profile] 998 2019-03-21 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
No, I don't know, I remember--I feel better than I did, but--

[his face darkens and his grip tightens.]

They gave it to you. I'll kill them.

[he....probably won't, but he wants to.]
mutriarchy: (Default)

[personal profile] mutriarchy 2019-03-21 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ he gets it all too well. food is a precious resource and when its finite the compulsion to eat it all then and there is like, so much stronger. ]

I'm Tommy. [ feels like a good intro point. ] I showed up here two weeks ago, it gets less weird I promise.