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MEADOWLARK MODS ([personal profile] larkers) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-05-11 12:20 pm

ARRIVAL LOG 010

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: Evening of October 21 and 22
WHAT: The tenth arrival
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion, loss of autonomy, sexual themes and alcohol usage. Further notes at end of log.

> ARRIVAL LOG #010

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 white scrubs, 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 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 drop some masks on the ground in a tan-colored tote bag. "Pick a mask," they bark, and then turn to 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 sound of various different carnival rides and men yelling for someone to step right up and try their luck on the various assortment of games that are available. Off in the distance, there's a large, hulking structure – perfectly vertical in nature, and people on it twist upward and then come slamming down mere moments later. It seems that you've just arrived as a part of some festivity, though it's probably hard to tell if you're an attraction or a coincidence of this all.

Either way – time to pick a mask. They're nothing special: they go over the head, but no one was ordered to put one on. They show various monsters – generic and otherwise – and it looks like they were purchased in bulk.

◉ 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.

> 10 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN: OPENING CEREMONY

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.

Here we go again. You know the drill by now. Our new batch has been thrown into the middle of a Halloween party. They should have masks on which doesn't make them much easier to find, but I trust you guys can figure this out. You know the signs to look for by now. So… Happy Halloween. 🎃

Having ten actual days dedicated to Halloween may seem like a bit much, but New Amsterdam takes the festivities seriously. Thanks to being a melting pot of two millenia's worth of cultures, they try to touch on every aspect of it. The launch party is a two-day event set in the cultural district. Thanks to the lack of ground traffic, the city easily rolls in what acts as a mini-carnival. The ground throughout the carnival is lit with candle-filled pumpkins, providing a warmth of inviting light as the nights grow cooler. While the carnival shuts down during the working day, it opens again in the evening, allowing working parents to bring their children before the hours come to a close. During this time, children run around with their friends in costumes to ask for candy or food from nearby businesses or carnival booths. Sometimes these children have to perform a task before they get what they've asked for – either through playing a game or answering a trivia question – but they're never turned away empty handed.

The first two days are largely billed as a time for people to come together and have a good time, but Halloween is also known for offering opportunities to local artists to get their work recognized. Whether digital or otherwise, artists are asked to commit to a theme and produce art on the first day of the event that's viewed throughout the next nine days. Part of the tradition is the crunch of trying to produce a work of art with limited notice and time. If they aren't done before the first two days are over, they won't be able to get free advertisement for their work. When the event is over, all of the art will go up for auction, and the artists will receive 75% of whatever is offered for their work. This year's theme is "Remembrance and Renewal" – and most themes from past years are just as open for interpretation.

As it gets deeper into the evening and children have returned home, the festivities turn toward being more adult. While barred from selling alcohol until 9 PM, the various carnival booths change their tune after that point, offering a wide array of alcohol – including their own takes on moonshine. The first night even features a competition over who's brought the best, and everyone's invited to try a sample and put in a vote – for free. A rather savvy individual would likely be able to find themselves well in their cups just off of these samples, as the moonshine contest is the way for the adults to get a treat of their own. For these evening festivities, everyone is allowed to wear a more risque costume, and sex workers come over from the neighboring Red Light District in order to advertise some of their more unique services for the evenings ahead. Every brothel will have a unique theme of its own to mark how special the event is, and their services will match.

Otherwise, the first two days of Halloween are known for allowing kids to have fun and for adults to be anonymous for a little while. Anyone who holds down a day job will still be expected to turn into work, but there's a tacit understanding that most people will be under the weather during this time.

◉ The carnival will have a wide array of rides that are set up rather quickly. There's a ferris wheel with seats that will rotate around a large machine like an atom, but with many different "branches" to allow a great deal of people to go on at once. Everyone gets on at the same time, and the seats "float." Each person can pay for how long their ride is in increments, and extend that time if they so choose. For the after dark people, there is a definite badge of honor in having a good time in a ferris wheel without getting caught with your pants down. Other rides include the Wicked Force – which rapidly takes people up 500 ft into the air and then drops them – as well as carousels that allow someone to customize their mount for an additional amount of money. Want a lewd mount? That's fine … after the kids have gone home to play, and some people like to show off whatever they thought up on Cooltalk.

◉ As always, there are a large number of food options available thanks to the local food trucks coming out to sell their food. Taco trucks are the most popular around this time, and that's most of what will be offered. Many trucks will have some homemade candy that they offer for free with each meal – with the option to get more.

◉ Throughout the city, there will be controlled bonfire pits that are lit every night at 8 PM, though they won't be present in the less cared for parts of New Amsterdam. Ahead of the event starting, there will be a website to let people know where these pits are going up so they can set up meeting places with their friends – or even reserve a pit for a private group. Reservations around the more popular areas cost more than ones that are nearing the "disreputable" sections – though "disreputable" is shorthand for rundown buildings in need of repair more than any crime.

◉ There are, of course, costume contests! While many local bars – dive and otherwise – will have smaller affairs, there is a large contest held on these first two nights. Because of the wide array of people and costumes available, someone has to enter their costume according to a certain theme. Some of the themes are: vampires, ghosts, zombies, pop culture (animation), pop culture (action movies), pop culture (celebrities), political figures, historical figures – and more! In the five days that follow, people will be able to go online and vote for their favorite costume. Whoever accumulates the most votes gets a meal of their choice at a number of participating restaurants – HAPPYHAPPYJOYJOY, SOL, Monde Pizza, Sweetwaffel and more – as well as 200 credits added to their funds.

◉ There will be dealers around the carnival trying to get someone to buy something to "heighten" their experience. While the "monster drug" is out in the city, it won't be available here. Halloween is thought of as a neutral ground for the city, and even the gangs recognize that. Most drugs will be hallucinatory in nature, providing effects similar to shrooms. Of course, any drugs are still illegal, and people will want to be careful not to get caught – or buy from the wrong person.

◉ Anyone who chooses to take part in the more illicit and sexual activities will be advised to go home to finish out their nights. Being handsy is fine, but getting caught on the ferris wheel? Well, the goal is to not get caught. Public acts are still illegal, though most people just spend a night in jail thinking about what they did. It's treated as more embarrassing than anything, but sometimes people let things get away from them. Many of the brothels will offer rooms to couples for the evening, complete with toys and supplies to practice safe sex. Even if they aren't spending their night with a sex worker, the themed goods are still there to enjoy.

> 10 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN: THE NEXT EIGHT DAYS

After the rowdier events pass, Halloween splits into two main categories: corporate popups and remembrance. Halloween parties continue to be thrown at restaurants and bars, allowing people to enjoy a more low key version of what was previously available. Many of the bars have karaoke contests and themed parties, and many retail stores maintain a Halloween section until November first. If anyone's been invited to a party last minute – or they need a series of costumes to be extra about the whole occasion – they can hit these stores when needed.

◉ Pulsar's hover car-focused subsidiary, Bakker, advertises their 2512 line of cars by having hover hay rides around the city. Their trucks can hold up to six. Anyone hoping to go on a hover truck hay ride around the city to take in the sights and bonfires in the evening can call one on New Amsterdam's special Halloween app! These rides don't only show the city: they give a glimpse at the large amount of forestation just over the wall, allowing people to see that the Earth is gradually improving.

◉ There are, of course, haunted houses set up around the city! Haunted houses come in two varieties: virtual reality and 4D. Vyonation's gaming subsidiary, Vizija, sets up the virtual reality popups around the city. Due to the high tech nature of these setups, people do have to be on site to enjoy them. They interface with someone's neural implant, and depending on the experience, they can involve puzzles, escape rooms, murder mysteries, or even dissection tables. The 4D houses are the result of a joint partnership between Poe and Polarized – which are subsidiaries of Giles Bell and Pulsar, respectively.

4D haunted houses involve a great deal of props, realistic sights and smells, as well as the potential for certain drugs that can help provide a certain physical or emotional response. Whereas Vizija's simulation comes with the reassurance that nothing is real, Poe and Polarized team up to scare someone – and try to ensure it's as real as possible. Nothing offered at either is illegal, including the drug – though people with a history of heart issues won't be allowed to use the drug at all.

These experiences are made unique for everyone going in: people are allowed to opt out of anything that might make them uncomfortable, or even add in something along the way. If someone is feeling too much anxiety thanks to the drugs, they'll find a counter-drug added to their system to negate the artificial effects rather quickly.

◉ Remember that art contest? Anyone who finished a work will find their art somewhere in the city – and that includes anyone among the Displaced. If anyone is looking for artwork that's similar to what's been featured on the shrines, there will be a few, only they will seem more inviting. Whereas they celebrated people before, they now involve hands outstretched, welcoming someone down a blue-lit path. The same imagery – triangles and overlapping circles – will still be present, especially on the hands as tattoos.

◉ Five days before the 31st, there is a tradition of everyone donating a knife from their house to make it so that "spirits" can return safely. While no one in New Amsterdam genuinely believes that they might be visited by a spirit, the odd occasions around the city recently have lent some credence to this superstition. There will be knife disposal boxes all around the city – and anyone who doesn't give up a knife, butter or otherwise, will be seen as a bit of a spoilsport.

◉ On October 29th, there will be a procession from one end of the city to the other that starts just as the sun goes down and finishes when everyone has reached the other side. As you might imagine, this is a very, very long walk, and many people slip in and out according to what they can individually manage. People walk with candles along the way, and there will be booths selling new or replacement candles for a low price. Since the procession goes along the path of a lot of bonfires, it won't ever be difficult to get them lit. The purpose of this? Everyone uniting in remembrance: of a world that's healing, to celebrate the lives lost to usher in a peaceful era, to thank everyone on the colonies for offering a humanity a new home, and any personal losses that people might have faced. Even though there are still billions of people alive, there is the sense that everyone knows that they remain on Earth on borrowed time.

◉ For the last two days, people light candles and put them in their windows, and they also leave food outside of their windows and in the front of their apartments so that "spirits" can return safely. There's an implicit understanding that most of this food will be taken by people who aren't doing as well, and much of it is nonperishable. Anyone who's down on their luck will see candles in the window and will know that they will likely find food there. Many people stock up for this occasion so that they can replace any food. Unsurprisingly, most high-end apartments with well-off people don't honor this tradition, but people in mid-to-low end apartments will almost always have something to spare in the spirit of charity.

> 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.

◉ Any belongings from previous safehouse occupants have been packed up – and that includes any current Displaced who just got back from a trip. If someone left something out while they were in New Tokyo, Gaby will tell them where these objects can be found. For her part, she's just trying to get everything set up for the upcoming move.

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

◉ Once everyone that El spotted has arrived back, they'll be informed that the safehouse will be a temporary location. By the end of the month, everyone will be moving to a new location about fifteen blocks away.

◉ 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 25 (MAY 19). 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.

> FINAL OOC NOTES

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 25 (MAY 19). 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.

If you have an artist character, please feel free to comment below under our QUESTIONS header to submit a description for a work of art! As long as they submitted something, you can feel free to assume they made some credits off of the whole experience!

Since there is a part of this log that involves explicit sexual activity, please remember content warnings. If your character engages in a sexual act, slap a warning on that! None of the drugs available at the event will involve aphrodisiacs or anything that will remove consent. Some of the brothels may involve play with that, but everyone entering those arrangements would need to consent from the start. We're well aware of the sensitive nature of having a Red Light District-adjacent event while characters are under the influence of compulsory drugs, so no characters will be forced or asked into any acts against their will. There will be no exceptions to this. In addition, any newcomers won't be able to skip off into a brothel because they're new, won't be able to confirm their ages, and they won't have any other identifying information. Otherwise, please be respectful and check everyone's permissions.

As a blanket reminder, all arrival logs are designed as mingle logs for the entire game.

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 May 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 May 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 June 1 at 12 AM UTC and close on June 8 at 12 AM UTC. If you do not reply to AC, you will be considered idled and dropped from the game. We will not post a warning list.

miscalibrate: (17)

[personal profile] miscalibrate 2019-05-12 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Confusion flickers over his expression as the haze lifts, just a faint furrowing of his brow. When Abel pulls away Amos lets him, gaze briefly skipping to the point the contact, and the confusion's still there when he meets his eyes again.

The guy's scared. That step back, the pause. It's the right call.

The intimidation factor might lesson slightly when Amos tries to answer and comes up blank, taking a few heavy beats to consider. He knows Amsterdam. He's heard of New Amsterdam, even, because people from shitty cities love to brag about them. That isn't where he was expecting to be.

Could be that it's prudent to lie, say something that makes him look less like a stray. Would that get him anything? ]


I have no fucking idea. [ So blunt it's almost comical, followed up by an almost thoughtful: ] Hell, I expected to be dead.
deicider: (114)

[personal profile] deicider 2019-05-12 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sniper flicks a subtle glance around them to make sure there are no concerned authority figures, moving closer to V to half-shield him from passers-by.

They're not thrilled to have to break this news.]


It's a piece of technology in your head. Everyone here has one; it's impossible to live without one. It's how you interact with all the tech in this world. Right now yours doesn't have an identity attached to it, which is a big red flag. We have someone who can set it up for you.
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[personal profile] verselet 2019-05-12 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I know about realms in some... limited capacity.

[The human and demon realm. And the use of the word limited is applied if only because being here is an eye-opening revelation of just how truly insignificant his knowledge might’ve been.

V begins a slow walk forward, out into the crowd. She’s welcome to follow, of course, and some part of him expects her to. It isn’t as if he’s moving at a brisk clip, and the glow of jack-o-lanterns cast faintly against his form.]


Yet it looks like Earth to me, just not the one that I know.
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[personal profile] revlon 2019-05-12 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's been in and out of the safehouse throughout the festivities so this isn't the first time she's seen Gaby — tonight, or even since she returned from New Tokyo (on the first train back while Fitz took the last; one to return to the work they share, the other to see the trip through until the end). But it is the first time she's paused for more than a cursory exchange with her, setting down a glass of whatever was leftover from the Halloween growlers before shrugging out of the jacket of her own costume and draping it over the back of a chair.

(One of the leads in a local television series, a spin-off of the film Gaby's costume stems from — some adventure set in deep space amongst the colonies. It's popular, she'd wanted to blend in with the crowds. And she's got a blonde wig on for it because of course she does. It's very far from her usual classic look.)

Peggy settles and takes a sip of her beer, not especially particular about what it is she's drinking. But it is good. She surveys the safehouse, the new and old displaced, then, softly: ]


Will we be seeing you in the new place?
Edited 2019-05-12 16:34 (UTC)
poppycock: (#12579644)

klaus mikaelson | the vampire diaries-verse

[personal profile] poppycock 2019-05-12 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
poppycock: (#12577758)

you've heard of me? fantastic. —arrival; closed to takeshi kovacs

[personal profile] poppycock 2019-05-12 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's not where he is supposed to be. the truth of this feeling, settled in his gut, pulls at the edges of his bleary and sinking consciousness. he has felt the sensation of waking like this too many times before, muddling through the dark, trying to find that pinpoint of light: when there was a dagger drenched in gold, buried deep into his chest and piercing his heart. when papa tunde's blade was deep and entrenched in his chest, its slice and slide screaming with an agony so terrible and great that he couldn't see nor hear nor feel anything but terror and devastation.

he's climbed his way out of that. bare hands, fingers and nails, scratching beneath his ribs. he's climbed out of worse. much worse than this.

he thinks of lucien, first, catching a nondescript glance: the lab, the coats, the experiments, but the thought flits away just as quickly as he falls back into blackness. a moment, an hour, days later, his eyes open again to the same restless movement, the same tedium; this time he thinks of hayley, the treacherous witches and the zealot vampires that have taken her. how he needs to find her for hope, for their daughter; for himself, for his family. the thread of urgency that's been in him all along, simmering beneath his confusion, flares, and he can't move, can't speak, can't do anything but observe, nausea rolling in his gut.

he wants to grab at the hands that touch him, check him, break bones beneath his grasp and demand answers. is this them? is this who took hayley? he doesn't know. he doesn't think so; the pieces don't align. he doesn't care, not here, not now, in this base and helpless state. he cares about blood, about violence; he wants to speak the language.

the world spins as he's pulled upright. his arms flail. his hand shoots out, much too slow, making an attempt to restrain one of those carrying him, but it is easily deflected. he falls. the ground is cold, hard, damp, and rough. pebbles pierce the skin of his palms and the bend of his knees; a flint is struck in him as vibrantly as his returning consciousness is, anger and rage filling every crevice and well. a bag is upturned next to him.

pick a mask, one of them say. his hand, unheeded by his thoughts, curls around the nearest one, black and inscrutable in the darkness.

his jaw works, stiff and pained. his fangs itch beneath his gums. with awareness and rage comes hunger, bright and insatiable. the vehicle drives away. klaus lifts himself to his feet, legs weak and burdensome beneath him. yells and laughter deafen his hearing. the lights of the carnival before him fill his pupils.

he takes a step forward and then the next, aimless and hunting.
)
Edited 2019-05-12 17:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] batricide 2019-05-12 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't know how to kiss. He barely knows how to hold hands or how to tolerate a hug - there's a stiffening of his shoulders at the sudden contact, but the empathy bond and the close contact, her caring just as much as he cares - coaxes him to relax and let her take the lead on this.

He's a quick learner. He can learn. He doesn't think she'll mind the learning curve.

When they break, he's smiling - a real smile, small and genuine and a peak behind the mask he tries to wear. ]
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[personal profile] miscalibrate 2019-05-12 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's like watching a switch flip. He can feel it, the way the resistance vanishes under his grip, and just seeing her eyes is enough. They go quiet, dead. His hold doesn't loosen in response, but there's an echoing shift of confusion in his face, something close to alarm slipping through — it's so muted that it wouldn't count for much on someone else, and even if she could feel it, it'd be faint.

She looks like Cortázar. The comparison's jarring, and when her emotions begin to spark back across the link his walls are already working overtime. Unsteady fear and then sharper hurt and confusion get run through a filter of white noise, never sticking the landing.

He might've let her go anyway. Between the compulsion and the kick, it isn't his call. Her shout registers as a command and his grip goes slack, then her kick lands and forces him back — it isn't particularly brutal, but he's disoriented anyway. Amos stumbles back into the wall of the alley, hands falling to his sides, eyes locked on the blue glow as it fades out under her scrubs. ]


I didn't mean to.

[ The comment barely makes sense. Didn't mean to what? He did mean to grab her. He doesn't really mind that he scared her, because she started it. It's the nothing that he didn't want, viscerally enough that it's worth saying before he's even worked out whether he's to blame. The follow-up's almost guileless and blunt enough to be funny. ]

Why's your chest glowing?
mercurio: ❥famira (057)

hello, this is arms

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-12 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[how do you deal with the fact that you saw one of the displaced get taken away by the police, just because you were incapable of ushering them towards the safehouse, or ordering them, or straight up just pushing them there? should he tell someone? gods, oh boy, if only titan could punch a hole in the ground so he could jump in.]

[heading back to the safehouse is a ... good distraction, even if he seems a little more anxious than usual. caroline didn't hesitate to give him something to do, but he keeps messing up.]

[after breaking one glass, he decided he best not mess around in the kitchens. he doesn't think he can be obnoxiously friendly now, either. in lieu of no options, he heads on over to caroline.]


Hey... Is there anything that needs cleaning up? Or, like, organizing?

[give him mindless tasks.]
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[personal profile] resleeves 2019-05-12 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's expecting aggression but even he's surprised by the speed and breadth of the violence that erupts from the tanker truck in front of him. fucking hell. he's really going to have to start picking his battles a little better.

but, he's picked this one so now he's just gotta figure out a way to either beat this skyscraper or get out of it alive. his back hits the ground and the wind whooshes out of him. momentarily nauseous, he wonders if throwing up on the guy would help.

but instinct and training kick in and he rears up with a leg and aims the heel of a boot at amos' knee, trying to take the legs out from underneath the mountain. ]
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2-ii

[personal profile] saviorexe 2019-05-12 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[What did this taco vendor ever do to you, North.

The free sample goes flying with abandon, slapped out of the man’s hands and spinning into the crowd. In a bid of fate, convenience, or coincidence, the insides are jarred out of the shell, and land squarely across the costume of a passing man.

Markus, as a result, finds himself covered in a spread of vegetables and questionable protein (bugs? probably.), blinking down at his black attire now messied with unwanted ingredients. That something like this should happen isn’t surprising, per se — festivities like these, with large groups of people, aren’t always the most controlled — but he can’t decide if having this happen to him while in costume is better or worse than it flung across his normal clothes.

He’s already flicking a vegetable away when he turns his head to see what the ruckus is all abut, prepared to see a drunken stranger, or an incensed party-goer; but when met with the outline of someone he’s almost certain he recognizes, Markus stops suddenly mid-step. A small group of individuals almost run into him from behind, muttering that he should watch where he’s going, but the android pays them little heed.

Is it her? It might be — Connor had returned just recently, and with that comes the slow realization that perhaps he wasn’t the only one. The scrubs are a clue impossible to ignore, and Markus adjusts his route to step closer, potentially hard to recognize in his costume (complete with fake bouquet in one hand), though he speaks up so his voice can be heard.]


Is there a problem here?

[He avoids calling out her name explicitly, in case he’s wrong.]
Edited 2019-05-12 17:09 (UTC)
forcevisions: (oh i hope you don't mind)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-05-12 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not in Westeros anymore. [ Women can fight just as well as men can, and groups of people loitering and laughing aren't a public safety risk. Rey sighs. It's not worth the fight, not really, not now that it's done. ] What's that, then? [ She gestures at his sword. ] Plastic too? It looks good.
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[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-05-12 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the only spot left around the fire pit, so she settles in beside him. She's been moving all night, and the rides have finally made her sick. Time to settle down. She looks askance at Kovacs in his mask. There's no sense of familiarity there -- there couldn't be, when she has never met him in person. Only glanced him across rooms.

But his general disposition makes her uneasy. This is a situation she wouldn't have minded Jon inserting himself into. She lays her fake spear across her lap. At the very least, it'll work as a bowstaff should the situation demand it.
]

I like your mask. [ She preempts. ] What is that?
forcevisions: (you were my versailles at night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-05-12 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would I want to do that? And why are you making that face?

[ This is the second time someone's been weird about the ferris wheel, so she's calling it out this time. Jon had only vague inclinations--but Daisy will certainly know the full answer. And she's liquored up enough to deliver it bluntly, Rey figures. ]
forcevisions: (and he's looking for love)

002

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-05-12 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alright, maybe Daisy wasn't leading her astray. Caroline's costume, when Rey finds her near the costume contest sign-ups, also looks like underwear, so although her stomach isn't showing, there's plenty else that is. Enough that it takes conscious effort for Rey to get her eyes back to Caroline's face. ]

You look -- [ Words fail. Sputter out, and then she surrenders the attempt, swallowing. ] Are you here to sign up for the contest?
mercurio: ❥famira (018)

kitchen

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-12 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Pizza?

[this may be coincidence or just dumb luck, but as prompto steps inside the kitchen to retrieve some plates, he can't help but hear the angry ramblings of someone who wants to eat more than the stuff being offered in the cupboards and fridge.]

[thankfully, he had been to go get actual food for the newcomers to get their fill.]


I just came back from getting burgers and pizza.

[at least comfort food remains the same, no matter what world you're in.]

They're out in the dining area.
resleeves: (T W E N T Y S I X)

[personal profile] resleeves 2019-05-12 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's been a good fucking night. there's a burning tension in his blood, a thrumming in his veins that only violence and drugs can put there and he's had both tonight. it feels like it's been a long time coming and he'd sunk into the debauchery and decadence of the festival like it was a second skin.

even as it got later and later, the party continued to rage which meant kovacs was still there, intending to wring every last bit of fun out of today because tomorrow this place could go back to being fucking boring. he needs enough of this shit to keep him going.

he's walking but he's not paying much attention to where he walks. he bounces off shoulders and shoves people aside, snapping that they should be more careful where they walk. when he bounces off klaus, there's a sharp remark on his tongue that he never actually voices because that mask is fucking creepy. ]


You make that yourself? Next time, ask for help.

[ fucking weird. ]
forcevisions: (yeah tell him that)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2019-05-12 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Freezing. [ She admits with some mild humor. She tugs at her top, which is somewhere between sports bra and crop top. ] I had something over this, but my friend Daisy ... [ Rey's nose crinkles and she shakes her head. ] This is my first time dressing up, you know? I've never really celebrated before.

[ That's been the safe explanation she's given people to make clear that she doesn't know what to expect from the festivities while not outing herself as completely foreign to the planet. ]
poppycock: (#12577734)

—carnival & wildcard; OPEN

[personal profile] poppycock 2019-05-12 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
don't be fooled, love, i'm the devil in disguise. —carnival; open
( he's certainly not happy to be here, but finding more about his new (if temporary) surroundings seems like the best course of action. (the only.) heading towards the brightest and noisiest center is the most promising, for now: it's easier to blend in, to observe, to overhear. klaus stalks throughout the halloween festivities, a quiet and unassuming figure in a dirtied white scrubs. his eyes, however, are piercing and alert; they roam with an assessing intensity that lingers, judges, and passes on.

none of this is unfamiliar to him and yet unfamiliar all at once. halloween always did encourage the most indulgent of vices and impulses. he watches the moonshine competition with some interest; he never did appreciate such swill, but he could use a drink. he slips away with a bottle for himself and a tan jacket laid on the table for good measure, easy, unconcerned, and presumably undetected in his thefts.

the drink is harsh and cutting, but he drinks it gladly, continuing his rounds. he stops with it, hanging from his fingers, in front of the advertisement for art. "remembrance and renewal."

how utterly quaint. insulting, also, the circumstances considered.

with a soft scoff and a roll of his eyes, klaus takes another swig of his drink.
)

ooc | feel free to encounter klaus anywhere, at any point, during the first carnival night!


wildcard.
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mercurio: ❥80hg (179)

masterchef!

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-12 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[he's not sure how he got roped into it, but here he is, delivering several pounds of vegetables, rice, and protein (eggs, not bugs) to thor, most of these hauled from the grocery store or last minute from the cuyp markt.]

Hey, Thor!

[meeting the guy in real life... prompto needs to chill.]

Here's a couple more ingredients. Will they be enough, you think?

[he stands back, hands at his hips, happy to be helpful!]
reneger: (got the chance to make her mine.)

[personal profile] reneger 2019-05-12 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh huh, sure. ( kovacs has, what. three inches on him height wise? but he gets that he's purposefully going for talking big even if it's inaccurate, whatever. jason--turns around on his heels, gestures for kovacs to follow after him.

there's a nearby parking garage that he stops in front of, keys in the code for the level his own bike is parked on and waits for it to come up. it's--, sleek, has two helmets locked into place on the back of it and it immediately turns on in response to jason's implant.

he definitely didn't have enough money to buy it without selling off the stolen car parts, so. maybe don't be too jealous, kovacs. jason unlatches both helmets, offers the black one over to kovacs while he keeps the red one for himself. )


Don't punch me while I'm driving.
strongarmed: i might be a robot, but i'm certainly not a minion. (13126784)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-12 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[She never used to breathe out of any need for air. And yet now, almost instinctively, North takes in a whole lungful. It settles some of the nerves that question brings with it, even as she wonders how much he knows. Maybe they're from the same place, after all. A past world.]

... An android. [Another breath, to steady herself. So she doesn't feel like reaching for the knife as a means of protection.] Our blood is blue. We don't feel pain. We don't get tired, we're stronger, better than humans in a hundred ways. And they hate us for it.

[Coming from a biased perspective, but, well. That's North.]
mercurio: ❥ponponpon (129)

safehouse

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-12 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Yup, it's pretty gross.

[prompto's here to get a bottle of water from the fridge. he's used to being around big guy (everyone except him, i mean), and he leans back on the opposite counter as he opens up the bottle and drinks up.]

[he's still wearing his ridiculous cactus pants, but at least he's gotten rid of the hoodie, leaving on a black shirt. he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand/]


There's still normal food, though. Just go for the non-protein bars.
mercurio: ❥mercurio (307)

wildcard!

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-12 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[the best way to keep busy is to actively keep making up points on a to do list. prompto took a glance at the population of newcomers (feels like a big group, again) and decided that while festivities were taking place outside, people were definitely going to be bored while forced to stay in. and so he's made it his business to come back with an assortment of things that could be used for entertainment.]

[there's library codes that can be scanned for a variety of books that can be read using the implant, paintbrushes, canvases, oil paints, small boxes with interactive holographic board games, the likes.]

[he's spreading them out on one of the tables, hoping that they'll catch the eye of anyone interested. he's a little intimidated by the more angry-looking newcomers, so... at least his cactus pants are the only goofy part about him, putting aside the jacket to wear a normal black shirt.]

kol mikaelson | the vampire diaries-verse

[personal profile] gradual 2019-05-12 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL + OPENING CEREMONY

( everything seems to be happening in a sort of blur. kol's lived for over a thousand years and yet he's never experienced anything like this. he knows the feeling of helplessness. it usually comes and goes quickly enough -- a dagger through the chest that puts him to sleep for decades at a time. one moment it's 1702 and the next it's 1821. this time, it's entirely different. he's been conscious for a while now and yet unable to do a thing except imagine the number of ways he would like to murder these men if he could just gain his strength back. like the armed guard seated opposite from him. this one. no, that one. whoever's helping him to his feet. he'd like to tear their limbs off and rip their throats out.

it's all just wishful thinking however.
)

OPTION I


( as soon as they're in the alley, he's picking up a mask as ordered; internally cursing at himself for doing as he's told. kol picks one mask up, discards it before picking another, managing to be a bit choosy about what he wants; taking a moment to judge the quality of each of the masks before he finally settles on a white feather fox mask. it looks the most fanciful. if anyone else wants it, they'll just have to fight him for it. )

OPTION II


( mask in hand, kol is just standing in the mouth of the alley, one hand pressed against the brick wall of a building. he's retching, trying to rid himself of the nausea he's feeling, but it's not helping. nothing's coming out. no liquid, no food, nothing. he can't remember the last time he ever felt sick. probably as a child, many, many centuries ago. this is likely just the after-effects of whatever it was he'd been subjected to. drinking some water will likely help. all he has to do is put one foot in front of the other. no more vamp speeding about as it makes the world spin apparently. )

OPTION III


( kol's having a sampling of liquor. a little bit of this and a little bit of that. it's not that he even wanted any to begin with, but he'd heard the words: drink this, and so he'd started drinking. he's having a terrible time at this carnival anyways and he's realising that it's much better to be drunk than sober. when someone offers to refill his cup for another taste test in an effort to garner more votes, kol lets them. at this rate, he's going to be sleeping on the side of the street in no time. what does it matter anyways? he's free at last. )

SAFEHOUSE

OPTION A


( have a random person lying in your bed. it's not his fault, really. how is he supposed to remember which bed he'd chosen since they all look the same? they're all cheap and uncomfortable, aren't they? thankfully, kol's taken a shower and is dressed in a shirt and cotton pants, so there's no need to be concerned that he's dirtied the sheets or anything of the sort. he's staring up at the ceiling, attempting to count imaginary sheep. no. he's trying to process everything. it's all serious business up in this head of his. just look at the frown on his face. it's either that, or he's dead asleep. )

OPTION B


( since there's a storage and medical care room, kol is hoping to find a cooler filled with blood bags in here somewhere. a vampire needs to satisfy that bloodlust after all, and it'll definitely help with his recovery since he's not feeling a hundred percent just yet. if he can't get access to blood bags, he'll just have to resort to the usual methods. except he's not strong enough yet to just overpower someone and feast on their blood, and previous attempts to use mind compulsion has resulted in that burning sensation in his chest, so -- he'll have to just ask nicely now, won't he? surely bleeding into a cup for a vampire in need isn't as weird as being kidnapped by who knows who, and brought to who knows where to do who knows what, right? it's time to turn on that charm of his. )

OPTION C


( he can be found anywhere in the safehouse. either lounging in his bed or walking down the long rows of cots just to stretch his legs. if he's in the kitchen, he's probably hoping to get someone to cook for him, or attempting to make a simple meal for himself. if there's a mirror in the communal bathroom, kol's going to make an attempt to fix his hair as he's not the least bit happy with it, or the fact that he's wearing these second-hand garbs. priorities. he has them. )

WILDCARD

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