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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.

reneger: (who's in control?)

[personal profile] reneger 2019-05-13 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
( no, it doesn't. they're not friends, he doesn't even know this guy, and jason completely gets how fucking weird it is for someone to be standing in front of them, telling the other to do shit and saying crap like "I know more than you". there is no easy way to do this conversation. no one wants to hear they've been displaced. that maybe they're all alone with no one they know and stuck trying to figure out what their new normal will be here.

but jason doesn't let that stop him either. )


Halloween. A long ass Halloween festival. It's stupid. ( but he's tilting his head anyway, eyes amos curiously. ) Don't you wanna know where you're at? Or you do you prefer to just stand in a corner 'til something starts making sense? I'm fine either way. It's kinda cute, watching you sit around.
hadtolose: (Trying to find the power in me)

[personal profile] hadtolose 2019-05-13 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Because. You're like me.

[ She didn't realize how true that was yet. North's mask obscured her face just enough, and her hair length wasn't the same as it'd been during Markus's victory speech, so it was hard to know who was lurking underneath. Some features do strike her has familiar, but trying to dig into her memories to figure out why was still a struggle.

Kara spreads her arms out slightly, another protective measure. Even if she didn't know who this was, she had to care for her own, no matter the reaction she was getting. ]


Your clothes. You...were on that bus, right?
sandu: (tw: kaislalala) (Default)

( beneath the moon, before the steps )

[personal profile] sandu 2019-05-13 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ for remembrance, for forgiveness, for ending and beginning. the name is different, the people that they remember are different, but the sentiment behind it is something that he finds familiar enough that jiang cheng finds himself lingering at the edges of the procession, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against a wall and watches the river of candles bobbing past him on the street - the dim glow of the candles alighting the faces of those holding them, ghostly and blurred, and he looks away once he realises that once again, he is scanning the crowd, searching for familiar faces, searching for ghosts of his own.

( every year, he does it. every year without fail, he steps into the quiet halls of his ancestors, to the furthest end where the altar is laid. every year, he washes the gathered dust off the stones, fingers tracing over the carved grooves that spell out their names; his father, his mother, his sister, the edges of their markers still sharp and new, smarting like a fresh cut, stinging like when he had helped his sister with the dinner that one time and cut his finger open with a kitchen knife, chopping garlic. the cut has healed over since, more than twelvescore years ago now, but he rubs his thumb and index finger together unconsciously, the rough callouses on them scraping dry like sandpaper.

every year, he lights incense before them. the cold stone floor under his forehead once, twice, thrice, many times more until he lose count, until the sun fades, burning red and angry like a dying coal, over the edges of the river.

every year, he hopes. but every year, it's only silence that echoes back to him. )

it is a pointless, meaningless gesture. the warmth of the candlelight doesn't reach him, nor does he wish for it. he's wasted enough time here already - the night is long, and still so young, but jiang cheng feels exhausted already as if fighting against a strong current upstream, dragged underwater by skeletal hands never to surface again.

then, a sound cuts through the distance. it is still faint, but jiang cheng turns to the sound as if it is a whistle, a cry in the dark, a whisper of his name carried in the faint breeze that picks up. that sound. he would know it anywhere. he had heard it many times before, though not as this, not in the midst of the crowd in a festival. he had heard it piercing through the air like silver arrows, like a spear of thunder rending the air, raised high above even the howling of the dead. he had heard it in battlefields, in encampments, in the forests, in the quiet of the early morning. he would know it for what it was, instantly and without thought, his core shivering along with the trill of the notes like fear, like elation.

turning, he heads toward the direction where it has come, pushing through the periphery of the crowd with quick steps, his mind not quite believing it but his heart, in his heart it must be so. ]
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-05-13 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ he takes in the sight of her like a man on the cusp of drowning looking for dry land, gaze fervently swallowing up the lines of her dress, the soft curls in her hair, and caroline can't help the soft flush that pools in the apples of her cheeks. it's an intense gaze, but not wholly unexpected; caroline's been on the receiving end of a lusty, greedy look more times than she can count tonight, the wanton desire in it only buoying her confidence — and the knowledge that she could throw a man through a wall before she let them get handsy without her consent keeping her cool.

he offers her the bottle, and that, too, is expected. the combination of the stark white scrubs and the careful way he watches his surroundings had given her the hint, and the quick, thoughtless agreement only confirms that. whoever he is, he's new. savvy enough to avoid the first waves of displaced looking for their own in the crowds, but still new all the same.

but what does surprise her is how he says her name. the fact that he says it at all, that he knows her name. on instinct, her gaze drops, peering down at her own clothes as if looking for a name tag, but none exists. just her dress, scooped neckline still showing the same swell of skin. ]


How do you know my name?

[ she should take the drink, but. she'd like to unravel this mystery first. ]
strongarmed: or are they nothing but programmed responses? (13126716)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[The mask is gone off her face, revealing a weary young woman with eyes that suggest sleep has evaded her since arrival. She's not used to exhaustion like this. The slowing down of a mechanical system due to failure or damage was one thing, but... this felt worse somehow. It occupied her mind incessantly: hunger, thirst, fatigue, and pain. All of those insistent alarms sitting in her head unwilling to leave.

When Clarke steps in front of her, she's forced to draw to a stop. Discontent wrinkles the line of her brow. There's a command in that voice and North doesn't like it, but it's harder to deflect than kindness in a setting like this. Whatever has happened, this place is her only means of survival now. And finding Markus has helped tame some of her earlier aggression, at least.

Some.]


Fine. You can look at my hand, but that's all I'm letting you do. [North stands rigid, arms crossed over her chest like a defensive barrier. She watches Clarke like a hurt and wary animal waiting to be led on her own terms.] Got that? I'll survive, medic or not.
wangxian: ( ᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴇsᴛʜᴇsɪᴀ. ) (陈年的酒香啊)

I-ish.

[personal profile] wangxian 2019-05-13 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ is it really any wonder that it is hanguang-jun that finds him?

without pin or pointing, as though pulled by golden threads, he had always found a way to him, to wei wuxian. he had always found a way to him, inexorably and ineffably, his feet steady in the way they had always carried lan wangji to any destination, to any distance that drew him closer than what he had been before. and so, even in a place like this, where lan wangji finds himself diverting his gaze in part for the state of dress of others ( and more for the state of dress of wei wuxian himself ), lan wangji is brought. he is brought, with two fingers curled in the abandoned backs of shoes, clothing cast neat and fine over the broad of his shoulder ( just a shirt, it would seem— from where? it need not matter now ).

but, really, is it any wonder that it is him that has found these here at all? he had known them, recognized them. he had seen wei wuxian, animated despite the heat of the sun, adorned in things as these. he had noted a shoe upon his entry, another upon the embankment beyond the dim of the building. he had noted, too, another who had promised ( for so it seemed ) an article of clothing. she had dithered and babbled here and there, but in the end she had pressed it within lan wangji's palms with a smile too full of teeth and eyes too full of mischief underneath. and she had teased him then, with words he would not dare repeat. even with the confines of his own head, the lobes of his ears go red at such a memory.

and still, he takes a breath. his eyes touch at wei wuxian's shoulder ( brief, so briefly ) before they dart away again. ]


I have found them, [ he manages. the dark sweep of his lashes tremble as focuses his attention upon them, the shoes, instead. he does not listen to the murmurings that surround them, only focuses on what is most important ( wei wuxian ) within this situation. lan wangji, his hand still steady, extends his shoes to him. ] Who has your winnings?

[ with it, this question, too comes the shirt in his other hand as he takes it from his shoulder. he drapes it across the careful coil of his opposite ( and loose ) fist. ]
Edited 2019-05-13 01:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] replicates 2019-05-13 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ he hesitates, staring at the settings on the screen though not particularly looking at the words. these days, there isn't much that scares him anymore, not when he's been destroyed once already and been set on giving his life again. but there's something in actually admitting it, in confessing one of the few things that unsettles him that makes him a little less confident about the idea. ]

Do you? [ he looks over at riku, the expression on his face even despite the flicker of concern. before riku had left castle oblivion, he'd already been through so much; they both have demons that linger. ] I don't really mind.

[ it's a half lie, but he figures if they're going down this road, they may as well go down it together. ]
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[personal profile] poppycock 2019-05-13 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
( nothing's broken — yet.

though he is considering it.

klaus' head lifts, the lips behind his mask twisting into a scowl. the benefits of vampirism are many and obvious: healing being one of them. just as quickly as he is hurt, the pain fades, and left is only the agitation he suffered it in the first place. he doesn't feel weak anymore. he's feeling more like himself.

he straightens, pulls off the ridiculous mask, and wraps his hand around the man's neck in one fluid, preternaturally fast movement, seeking to hold the man's gaze. it's what is necessary, to compel someone, and now would be the time. for one, he'd like the man to quiet. for another, it would be better if he didn't remember this.
) Shut uh...( he begins, but words are suffocated by the pain in his chest, burning like fire. he gasps again for air, lifts his hand to clutch over his lungs. )
Edited 2019-05-13 01:28 (UTC)
strongarmed: my body as it's glistening, you might see it from a distance. (13126780)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Against the chaos of her surroundings, North feels a rush of cold relief to see that face revealed to her. No matter what's happened, no matter where she is now or what's done to her body, having Markus here reassures her that there's a way out. Some brilliant light at the end of the long, dark tunnel of imprisonment and fear. Another mission toward their shared goal.

When Markus moves to step between them, she lets him, even as her own irritation mounts. She's tempted to exert her own brand of physical dissuasion — whether that means shoving or punching the vendor so he'll flee — but it doesn't come to that. All for the better, because she senses the physical weakness in herself. The vendor stands in mute and angry silence, so North reaches out to pull Markus away and down the street.

Conversation takes priority. There's nothing else that matters more now.]


Markus, what's going on? What's wrong with me? [There's panic in her voice, audible just beneath the layer of rigid composure she's still attempting to maintain.] What did they do?
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[personal profile] resleeves 2019-05-13 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ does that usually work? do people actually listen when they're told to stay down? well, kovacs doesn't. okay, he listens for a second because that's how long it takes for the world to stop spinning. there's wetness on his face that can only be blood (because he is sure as shit not crying) and he laughs raggedly before starting to climb to his feet.

he gets there, bracing a hand against a wall to hold himself upright. ]


Does that really work? Do people actually stay down?

[ okay maybe they did for this guy. stay down and not risk getting their lives ended. ]

Make me, sunshine.

[ what he needed to do was try and land a few blows on this guy and then use that stupid fucking power they'd given him to soak it up and make himself a little more powerful. he hadn't really mastered it but he knew it was there. ]
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-05-13 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ slow is well and good when you're standing in the rain after a fight about who was right. it's fine for movie theatres and first dates and timidness after a slow dance in a crowded ballroom.

but there's something to be said for reckless abandon on a ferris wheel, with only the whip of wind and the gentle sway of the cart around for company. she doesn't complain or fight or pull away when he latches hands around her face, grip sure and needy as his mouth presses firm against her own; instead, caroline only pushes back, surging into the kiss with all the pent-up recklessness that comes with keeping secrets just below the surface.

there's no denying the want that arcs between them, but there's more too. in throwing caution to the wind, that desperation filters in too, the fear discarded for the moment still lingering in the background. what they could discover about each other, if they only paid attention.

but they won't, because there's something particularly overwhelming about a good first kiss. ]
lighthearted: pirate, determined (you show me)

job hunting in costume? what could go wrong?

[personal profile] lighthearted 2019-05-13 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ It would have been wrong for the two of them to not get a costume somehow, and while they don't have much in the way of money, through the kindness of others they've managed to gets their hands on two outfits that fit perfectly. It's true, Jack Skellington would have been ashamed of Sora if he didn't dress up. While he would have liked something closer to what he wore on his visits to Halloween Town, dressing up as a pirate is a close second.

Even though it's daytime and all the fun stuff doesn't happen until dark falls, both Sora and Riku are eager to actually explore the city now that they have the chance. It doubles as running around in their costumes, and if some nice store owners want to give them candy while they explore, he isn't going to say no.

While it's hot out during the day and Sora's wearing a coat, he's used to hot weather after growing up on an island and isn't too bothered by it. His excitement to finally see New Amsterdam when he isn't in a weird dreamscape outweighs the discomfort.

They've been walking for a while, taking everything in and getting a feel for the city, when Sora spots a place that catches his eye. The sign above the store reads "SWEETWAFFEL." He pauses and grabs Riku's sleeve, pointing it out. ]


That place looks interesting!

[ Is he looking for a job or just for a place with good food? It's hard to say. ]
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[personal profile] replicates 2019-05-13 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ what are you thinking? he asks, and for a moment, he doesn't know how to respond.

it's a little strange taking part in the procession. he has been alone for most of his life, brought about only as a weapon to be used, a tool to be cast aside after fulfilling his purpose. he hasn't had anyone or anything to lose, when he had nothing to begin with. there's nothing to remember, not when most of his memories aren't his own. and, if what riku had said was true and if he'd played his cards right, he doesn't have anything to go back to.

but he's here anyway. blend in, they'd told him. maybe that's all there is to it.
]

That I could probably go for another taco later.

[ look... he's been walking for a long time, okay. ]
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[personal profile] sandu 2019-05-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh please, he would have knocked him out clean with one strike with no fuss or attention given by anyone - but it's neither the time nor place to argue about it, especially with a child such as dawn, so jiang cheng does a rare thing for him - holds his tongue and lets the other steer him to one side, away from the alcohol towards those that are more general oriented. ]

What are these, candy? [ he wrinkles his brows, stopping before the stall that dawn points out and peering at the candied apples.... it's a dessert he's familiar with, though he hasn't had any himself in a long while.

so he likes these sort of things, huh? even if he acted so mature ( or at least, tried to ), he was still a kid. ]


Fine, [ a sigh, and he gestures to the shopkeep, catching her attention. ] pick whatever you like.
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[personal profile] poppycock 2019-05-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
( he blinks. the question hangs between them, and suddenly there is a world around them, too. he remembers where he is, his eyes glancing to the side, the people milling and roaming about in this world that has ostensibly been burning for centuries in their combined future.

he's said too much. one word and the tower topples, the possibilities slip away. not because for a moment he considered their advantage, but because without them, there is only a wrenching, inexplicable truth: this is caroline, and she doesn't know him. (how? why? what did they do to her?) he shifts to face her, leans in close with an intimacy he doesn't heed nor consider.

he doesn't want to answer, but he knows he will. the imperative to do so blends with the earnestness in him to comply.

this is caroline. he knows her.

his eyes lift back to hers.

his hand reaches with the desire to touch her, finger tips hovering over her arm.
)

I know you.
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[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
The what? Never heard of it.

[Frustration rises into her voice now that the confusion's only grown worse, and it feels like whatever he's done to her has left her more emotionally raw and volatile than when she first was dragged out of that van and dumped into this place. North has only ever had one way of dealing with it before it overwhelms her: direct herself toward a mission. Give her mind somewhere else to focus before she lingers too long and panics.]

C'mon, we need to get out of here. I don't know who you are, and I don't trust you, but we can't just stay. So either follow me or don't.

[It's too risky to linger in this place, vulnerable as she feels. They need to understand where they are and what they're dealing with. North takes charge without waiting for input or feedback, moving toward the mouth of the alley, peering around the other side. All she sees for one dizzying moment are brilliant lights and chaotic movement — the wild carnival ahead. She leans against the stone wall.]

Shit.
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[personal profile] resleeves 2019-05-13 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Good thing you weren't there to tell me that when it happened.

[ oops. ]

Cool your shit off. I'll give it back later.

[ when he was done with it. ]

It looks better on me than it did on them. I'm doing them a favor.
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[personal profile] verselet 2019-05-13 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yet if only a day passes, it might be too late.

[He attempts to strengthen himself with his own words, V often having to rely on stubbornness of spirit rather than body when instances become... trying. That flare of resolve that he tries to stretch out as long as he can, until it has no choice but to be snuffed out under the exertion.

He’ll cross that bridge when he gets there, at any rate.]


But what you’re telling me… is that you don’t yet have an expedient solution to my problem?

["Our" problem, really, if V felt that kind of camaraderie with a stranger. He doesn't, not quite.]
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[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-13 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
I'm nothing like you.

[North gauges how easy it would be to shove her out of the way just to get what she wants, but the action seems pointless now. There's nothing to achieve. She'd just wanted to distract herself, understand what was wrong with this body and why it seemed only to hurt, whether this was a lie or her new reality.

But she does recognize the parallel in their clothing as evidence for their origin. She may even recognize this other woman from the van. It doesn't make North eager to play along.]


So? I don't know you, and I don't trust you. You should stay out of my way.
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[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-13 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
What's with the weird question?

[he makes a face at that—as if completely thrown off by the insinuation, as if it had never crossed his mind before (it had not).]

Of course not.

[the sudden realization that her words are of the fighting kind makes his resolution wobble a bit in its foundations, but the fact that the words put together a question that makes little sense in terms of what he expects logical as a reaction is enough to have him consider this a minor threat.]

But it sure beats having to cut your hand off due to irreparable infection. You don't have to ask for stuff for others to want to help.

So, do you want them?
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[personal profile] poppycock 2019-05-13 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
( the step back doesn't go unnoticed — but it's none of klaus' concern. it's merely a piece of the puzzle that is this young man: klaus' brow lifts at his earnest explanation, and it is tellingly earnest.

klaus glances down again after prompto's offer, utterly unmoved, and lifts a finger to turn the showy rubix cube over.
) And how exactly do you find these things? ( it begs the question. does he steal? barter? buy? with what and how? he looks up. ) And acquire them to give away for free?
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[personal profile] replicates 2019-05-13 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. They dip the fruit in this syrup and then roll it in different toppings.

[ if it sounds like he's watched this lady do it more than once, that's... because he has. his expression is the same as ever, but when the owner turns to them, something in his eyes lights up as he requests two (2) candied apples. ]

Here, [ he hands one that's just coated with the syrup to jiang cheng and keeps the other one topped off with colorful sprinkles. he seems like a guy who would appreciate simpler things. ] It's good.
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[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-13 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
I bought them.

[he says with an easy nod, hands at his hips while one holds the bag he brought all this with.]

Some of them I've owned for a bit, but I already solved that cube too many times to count. They're not that expensive if you know where to look. Ah— the painting stuff I got it from my friend Markus, cuz they're a lot more expensive. He gets them at good prices because of his work. [at the art gallery] It's a normal working city outside of carnival hours.

[a bit of a shrug, a bit of a laugh. mostly nervousness.]

I was hoping it'd be something that could be added to the pile of things we keep at the safehouse to entertain those who come in new.
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-05-13 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ confusion furrows her brow, but she doesn't step away. she's no reason to be afraid of him, not even if his casual sips of pure liquor might hint at a shared bloodlust between them. if anything, it puts her more at ease; if he's like her, if he's new, she wields the same advantage she'd had over damon, her own recent feed surely making her stronger than how hungry he must be.

but she doesn't know for sure, so she's wary. aware, listening, carefully matching his gaze. ]


But you just got here, didn't you? [ she probably shouldn't let him touch her, but if he does, it'll only confirm that suspicion. the empathy bond will flare, and she'll know for sure. ] What's your name?
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[personal profile] heliophilous 2019-05-13 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ he wants and he wants and he wants. it's all he can think about now that he's stepped over that line he'd drawn between them and left it behind. he wants more than he should want, he knows, but he can't stop himself from thinking about it.

there's not a lot of room to move in the small cart that they're stuck in but he tries anyway. he moves closer to her, hands still on her face, fingers brushing up against the ends of her hair. he's still tipsy but he's noticing small details like that still. how her hair feels, what she tastes like, what her body feels like and he'll remember (and torture himself with) them later.

the dark sense of loss and hollowness that he knows he projects through the bond is still there but it's muted, dulled. it's overwhelmed by everything else he's feeling physically.

it's temporary, a balm, but he sinks into it anyway, wanting nothing more than to just feel better for a few minutes. to just feel good. ]