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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.

998: (still got it)

b.

[personal profile] 998 2019-03-10 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[jon's been breaking up fights for so long he can do it by instinct. although he feels, and looks, and technically on a metaphysical level is half-dead, he steps neatly in front of a man shoving hard at a younger man, both horribly dressed.]

You don't want to do this.

[he notices absently but with some dismay that the shirt he has on is similar to what the man is wearing. he must look hideous. for the first time he's grateful that none of his friends can see him.]
followhim: (thinking past tomorrow)

[personal profile] followhim 2019-03-10 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
dream please!
reneger: (a chest filled with diamonds and gold.)

[personal profile] reneger 2019-03-10 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't say that. ( if he weren't dressed, jason would be able to tell at a glance what he had on him. if he's armed, if he picked up any knives along the way. would be able to tell from where the muscle mass falls exactly what bullshit this guy gets up to. the tee and jeans don't cover enough for him to completely miss how built this guy is, but.

rule number one is figure out every possible detail you can get out of someone before opening up to them at all, isn't it. another step closer until jason is definitely invading this guy's personal bubble. getting right up into his space. his own shoulders square out, knees bent. ready to defend himself as necessary. )


You got an address 'round these parts, or? ( is he from somewhere else. the outfit, his manner of speaking, the beer theft all makes jason think he's definitely one of them. giving out answers to those not involved is definitely not in the playbook though. ) I'd be happy to buy you a beer, get to know you a bit better.

( easily hidden as being overly flirtatious even if that's not the reason jason's asking bullshit like this. )
reneger: (can't help this awful energy.)

safehouse, day one

[personal profile] reneger 2019-03-10 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
( he didn't come here anticipating spending much time under the safehouse's roof. it's a fucking safehouse, but it's not that safe for him. and jason doesn't feel like dealing with shit hitting the fan, again. hasn't figured out that someone isn't around anymore just yet. so he searches the safehouse fast. looks through every room for something familiar and finds--jack shit.

but he does stop on his way out, shrugs off the shoddy faux leather jacket (not his favorite, but another one, soft brown in color) and throws it over to the blanket-mess leaning up against a nearby wall. )


You're only at step one, don't let this shit break you down just yet.
retravel: do it! (hey look steal from the rich)

b

[personal profile] retravel 2019-03-10 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ rucksack slung over his shoulder, fitz passes through the safehouse multiple times over the course of the forty-eight hours heralding both the arrival of new displaced and the emergence of another creature. in truth, he's a bit unassuming, with his plain blacks (grey button-down rolled to the elbows) and scruff. but if nothing else, he's a regular, known to the morningstar staff and rescues alike (greeted with everything from neutrality to enthusiasm, offering the occasional friendly clap on the back and handing off supplies in turn).

this time, cassian catches fitz in the kitchen, as he unloads perishables from his rucksack onto the countertop. a brief scan of him indicates that he's new, one of the faces recently lingering in the building (without anywhere else to go). ]


[ brows lifting. ] Since I checked half an hour ago, but it was touch 'n go for bit there.

[ what with the hulking monster stomping all over New Tokyo. his mouth curves downward. ]

Did you see the news? [ he taps his temple, indicating the neural implant buried deep under the skin. ]
retravel: and creating my bliss (now i'm living my truth)

b. for big ol nerd talk

[personal profile] retravel 2019-03-10 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ fitz comes and goes a few times over the course of the newbies' stay in the safehouse, often returning with supplies. he seems well-known to the morningstar agents and the more transient displaced population, too, greeting almost everyone and occasionally offering a light touch as he passes by.

for the moment, he unloads second-hand clothes (in bigger sizes than the morningstar average, with certain gangly individuals in mind) from his rucksack, crisply folding them on the cot beside peter's own. ]


Don't often get new arrivals wanting to accelerate particles on day one. [ but peter has his full attention now, eyes alight with interest. ] Were you hoping for an electrodynamic class collider?

[ in line with most large-scale colliders, that is. super isn't a technical term, but it's still indicative of what peter's after. ]
lighthearted: down, heart ((it'd take this long))

[personal profile] lighthearted 2019-03-10 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ A good number of those words are new to Sora, and his head tilts just a little further as he ultimately accepts that he isn't going to understanding what it is to smash subatomic particles together.

All the same, he's pretty sure he gathers the spirit of what this guy is saying.

Sora scratches sheepishly at his too-short hair. ]
I don't really know what that all means, but... you're saying that you wish you had a way to get back to your world, right? [ No doubt everyone here feels that way.

He lets out a sigh and balls a fist over his chest. ]
Same here. I used to have a way to do it, but... I guess it's gone now.
lighthearted: thinking, talk (oh baby)

[personal profile] lighthearted 2019-03-10 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ This guy's hair has grown in more, so Sora has to assume that he's one of the people who's been around longer, and can therefore answer his questions. The confirmation isn't really what he'd wanted to hear, and Sora looks a bit downtrodden as he lets out another sigh. ]

A job, huh... [ This kid hasn't worked an honest day in his life. Not a real job, anyway. He looks back up at the stranger. ] I've never really had one before. What kind of stuff can we do? What's your job?

[ Maybe he can just poll people for ideas, but the whole idea of having to work an actual job is pretty lame. He's hoping there are some cool options available, at least. ]
lighthearted: riku, smile (regardless of warnings)

[personal profile] lighthearted 2019-03-10 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's nice to hear Riku say that he trusted him, given that Sora had spent so much of his journey feeling like he'd been pushed to the side while the King and Riku did all the important work. Frustrating as it had been, he'd put up with it, understanding that he shouldn't rush into something without regaining his strength.

But, apparently he still doesn't know what he's doing, because now they're in this strange place for reasons he doesn't understand and he can't even access his Keyblade. ]


Yeah, it seems like it. I thought I ended up here because I went after Kairi, but if you're here...

[ He frowns, not really following but trying to make sense of it all the same. Something else is going on, and they still don't know what happened to Kairi, or if she's even okay.

He shakes his head, clearing that thought to focus on a more immediate problem. ]
Riku, can you use your Keyblade here? [ Sora has to know if it's just him having lost his abilities again, or if there's more to it. ]
Edited 2019-03-10 08:05 (UTC)
batricide: (Default)

[personal profile] batricide 2019-03-10 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
I fight in fighting rings. [ Damian casts him a sidelong glance, sizing him up. He doesn't look like much of a fighter. He doesn't look that old, either - so maybe some poor civilian kid that got snapped up in this? Or some kind of teen superhero. Honestly? Sky's the limit. You can't tell shit from appearances.

But he's pretty sure that kid wouldn't want to fight in a dirty bar for illegal money. ]
Don't think you want to pursue that career path.
retravel: (029)

a. i honestly didn't think the adoption would be literal but

[personal profile] retravel 2019-03-10 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fitz spies the tell-tale outfit of a new arrival, weaving his way through the crowd to reach the spot of blue, so stark against the Oktoberfest fare. For his part, he's dressed down, compared to the usual corporate attire, with a dark button-down rolled to his elbows and casual trousers. Alarm spikes in his chest, despite his best efforts to remain detached, and his pace quickens. If the lad out front says too much, he might just clue the staff into his predicament.

With a flick of his gaze, he opens the neural heads-up display, already pinging the stall ahead with the order Sora placed, paid for in an instant without him having said a word. The woman working the stall smiles kindly, nudging the plate towards Sora. Your father paid, she chirps, at the same moment Fitz says, I've got you covered. ]


That's — I'm — [ coughing and gesturing between them. ] He's not, y'know.

[ Does he really look that old? Should he rethink the beard? ]

Sorry, can I get — [ he sets his empty re-fillable on the counter and glances down the line at the beer furthermost away from them. ] Pint of Millenium Spark, filled to the top. [ which burns some of the good will he earned by being an okay """dad""" it seems, given how much harder it is to bring a filled-to-the-brim pint back without spilling. Buys them more time, though. ] Thanks.

[ 'cause he needs a drink and distraction, while he turns to Sora. ]
batricide: (pic#12642733)

damian wayne | injustice | ota

[personal profile] batricide 2019-03-10 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
a.

[ Eugh.

Of course the dropoff is somewhere loud, busy, and full of drunks. Damian hates it at once, but he goes like a dutiful son to try to ensure the safety of the new arrivals (and the citizens) in hopes that things will go smoothly. He's not engaging with any of the locals around him, but when they try to engage him there's a distinct shift in the way he presents himself.

The scowl vanishes, replaced with a personable smile and a gentlemanly tone. Damian is downright charming in those instances.

Though it's probably unsettling to watch how that smile drops away the second the person is out of range. ]


b.

[ Likewise, new arrivals can find him brooding in the safehouse. He's not trying to come across as unapproachable, but he's not exactly the best at looking like a welcoming person when he's not actively trying to pass for one.

He'll mention that he teaches combat to anyone who comes around asking him, and that he's here to answer whatever questions they might have to the best of his abilities. ]


c.

[ And then New Tokyo is destroyed.

Damian is much, much, much quieter than he usually is. Not as combative, clearly distracted by the news and what it means for the world - and for them. They need to get things together, and they need to do it quickly. He can be caught pacing the kitchen as he waits for some water to boil, hand on his chin, brows furrowed in concentration.

If people need things - well, surprisingly, Damian offers to go get it. Coffee, food, anything they want. Because he needs to be doing something instead of sitting passive. ]
Edited 2019-03-10 08:27 (UTC)
motivation: (【 EIGHTY 】)

i.

[personal profile] motivation 2019-03-10 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ dutch is here for the alcohol.

okay, no, she's here because the bar she works security at has a stand and is selling a shit-ton of beer. dutch was spared the costume on account of glaring enough and not being customer service so much as what happens when customer service breaks down and customers are dicks. so she's in combat boots, leather pants and a tank top, gaze sharp as she takes in the masses.

she's off duty now and staying for the alcohol, though, which is why she has no obligation at all to intervene when kovacs shoves whoever it is he's shoving.

blue outfit. shorn hair. well, isn't that interesting?

dutch crosses her arms, eyebrows raising. ]
You know, there are other ways to get a drink.
motivation: (【 EIGHTY-SIX 】)

a.

[personal profile] motivation 2019-03-10 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ dutch is drinking, but she's not drunk. that's partly thanks to her alcohol tolerance and partly due to the fact that she's been working for the last so many hours and only just stopped, exchanging a watchful eye to prevent anyone from busting her employer's stand for a somewhat less watchful eye to find new arrivals.

she's not overly committed to being on the welcome wagon, but a glance at cassian's outfit and hair tell her that she's just become it, regardless.

well, at least he seems calm enough. ]


Plenty. [ lips quirking up. ] And I think you're gonna want to hear them all.
shorelined: (ANI ▶︎ 001)

[personal profile] shorelined 2019-03-10 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
SAFEHOUSE.
[ kaldur is not a new arrival, although his hair remains shorn short. he is quiet and contained, calm as he sits in the kitchens or makes his way through the safe house. those who have never seen an atlantean before might notice the gills on his neck or the webbing between his fingers; he makes no attempt to hide either while in the safe house.

when he sees someone he doesn't yet know, he'll offer them a hint of a smile. ]


Hello.

[ and, after a beat: ] Were you among the group only just dropped off?
vns: (Dix)

[personal profile] vns 2019-03-10 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
Probably.

[ "probably." that's not fair. Gaby shakes her head, realizing that. they just went through a lot, and all they could think was – call Gaby. her people, the ones she's in charge of – they can change this.

fuck. ]


No, they do. But if you had an imaginary button that could reset that, would you hit it? I know I would.
vns: (Un)

[personal profile] vns 2019-03-10 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
I usually don't.

[ take it period. she inhales the aroma. hell, that's almost more enjoyable than drinking it. this is the real deal.

but Gaby won't let it go to waste.

the gesture means a lot. even coming from him. or especially coming from him. ]


The city was built to withstand a lot from ... below. Earthquakes. Seismic anything. It was meant to be evidence that humans could make all of this work.

[ rehabilitating the world. setting humans aside in their own, functional ecosystems. the more experimental stage of the megacity idea. ]

That thing –

[ it got in. ]

Do you think this is tied to all of you?
vns: (Sept)

[personal profile] vns 2019-03-10 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
It did. But only because the damn thing was ... unthinkably large.

[ Gaby knows what some operatives think. what some people think. but now that she's met the displaced? she doesn't know. she's seen them float theories. that they're engineered. that they're an experiment. it isn't beyond the fucked up people of this world, but –

well.

it's hard to fathom that they would keep fucking over their investments. these megacities are how they thrive.

maybe she's thinking too literally. ]


Unless you're thinking of – I don't know. Another kind of earthquake?
vns: (Trois)

[personal profile] vns 2019-03-10 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
I'm touchy these days.

[ stretched too thin on an assignment way too big for her. it has been since day one, really. it keeps going.

she nods her head forward – affirming what he's said. ]


But sure – so to speak. Mostly because it's either me or the IT person and zeir a bit of a hermit.

[ understatement. from how El talks to her sometimes, ze doesn't get a whole lot of sunlight. or nightlight, as it is right now. point remains. ]

You all come in a pattern. Big party generally means you're coming in. I wait. This time, I brought gifts.

[ a wave of her hand. the potatoes are fucking amazing, at least. ]
retravel: it conflicts with the enjoyment of my life (i have a conflict)

[personal profile] retravel 2019-03-10 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ he settles, then, dragging a hand over his jaw as he considers their options. ]

No, we can't turn back time.

[ yet. there's still, ah, time for someone with that ability to manifest. ]

But I don't think this will be the last situation like our June troubles. [ this world is aching, whether or not any of his theories as to why hit the mark. ] Would it be worth opening a dialogue with us? Maybe even sending some of the displaced out to New Tokyo and elsewhere, if it's possible. [ softly. ] We might be able to do more. In future, if not now. [ a beat. ] Especially if there's potential for another outbreak.

[ and they might know more than they think. he can't say, standing on ever-shifting terrain. ]
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batricide: (dimmadome0006)

[personal profile] batricide 2019-03-10 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
Probably.

[ Human civilization is fragile, and he knows it. Had witnessed it firsthand, watched the panic overtake the world after one man had managed to do the unthinkable.

He lets out a breath. ]


It stands to reason if they're pulling us from other dimensions, they're capable of pulling something else. I'm not certain if we were put here to protect this city from outside forces, or if we're another attempt at weaponization...

[ That's the part he doesn't like. Not knowing. Are they a trial run to fend off monsters like this? Are they someone's attempt at intervening in someone else's terrible plan? ]

I had wondered if others like us were being sent to other cities... I suppose that answers that question.
ofmyth: (There's no one to save me)

[personal profile] ofmyth 2019-03-10 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
to sleep, perchance to dream-- aye, there's the rub!
998: (not dissatisfied)

[personal profile] 998 2019-03-10 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[jon's mouth forms a thin curved line of acknowledgement. something in her tone sounds familiar. he sits down across from her with his potatoes. he's not sure what an 'IT person' is but he thinks he may have heard cisco say 'IT' like that before. he files it away as something else he doesn't know.]

You've been looking after my sister Sansa. I'm in your debt.

[the potatoes really are very good. he chews and swallows before speaking again..]

Have many people come in like this, then?
revlon: (125)

[personal profile] revlon 2019-03-10 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peggy blinks open a new window on her neural interface, double-checking the information she's already committed to memory. ]

Seismic, not the result of an impact. [ Bloody footfalls of some giant beast. She still can't wrap her mind around it and she's seen some incredible things before and after arriving in New Amsterdam. ] One occurred this past September, didn't it? And two more in New Oslo and New Venice.

[ Peggy wets her lips, adjusting her focus from the interface to the other woman. ]

I thought they could be symptoms of a greater problem, like we are. Warnings that something or someone is coming — us, those creatures. [ She shakes her head; sounds mad, I know, goes unsaid. ] But we can't know for certain. What's the likelihood of sending a few agents out there to check if something else came through?

[ It doesn't have to be them but operatives already on the ground in New Tokyo. ]