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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.

deicider: (100)

[personal profile] deicider 2019-05-16 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Sniper gives the number, and adds:] It fluctuates. Sometimes people go missing and don't return, and sometimes they do. This is the tenth drop off.

[More bad news. This was the tenth time, and still no one really new anything of substance. Sniper keeps their tone informative, but it it's a bitter reminder.]
fuelcage: (pic#13132000)

[personal profile] fuelcage 2019-05-16 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well, nobody's tried to kill me that - so I'm gonna call that a win and take the rest as it comes.

[ her standards for world-hopping adventures hit rock bottom after being betrayed and, like, actually no - watching d'vorah make out with mileena and melt her face off? that was it. that was the lowest part of the trip. ]
deicider: (102)

[personal profile] deicider 2019-05-16 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[This time, Sniper doesn't impede him any. V was now duly informed. Given the consequences were unlikely to be dire, the benefits of re-kidnapping V weren't worth it.]

I'm not going to make you do anything, I'm just fleshing out one of your options so you can consider it appropriately.
revlon: (155)

[personal profile] revlon 2019-05-16 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ She inclines her head a little, conceding the point. It is certainly a delicate, potentially messy, matter. The more people there are, the more opinions are voiced, the more toes there are to step on. They all recognise they need to work together — with each other amongst the displaced, with the locals — but it's finding the perfect balance of how that's still in the wind.

Step by step, then. ]


It may do some good to hear it, yes. As you said, some people feel being cut off from you — [ Gaby, El, Morningstar as a whole, ] is an inevitability, but we've done our best to insist it isn't. [ They told Peggy and Fitz it was a partnership between the two groups and they believe that. ] You helped us when you didn't have to. You're still helping us. That hasn't gone unnoticed.
fuelcage: (pic#13131998)

[personal profile] fuelcage 2019-05-16 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Hard pass. I'll take whatever bug free food you got.

[ she's got some literal war flashbacks and hangups about bugs now. ]
deicider: (107)

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[personal profile] deicider 2019-05-16 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Sniper was only back at the safehouse for socializing. They hadn't had much to do with the newbies lately, and had decided to put more time into it now that the Displaced's numbers were expanding.

And here one was. A newbie. They don't watch Noh-Varr on purpose. It's an open room, and it looks like Noh-Varr is just about done, so they wait... and end up waiting through several shirt-changes, growing more bemused.]


Do you need help?
heliophilous: (【FIFTY THREE】)

[personal profile] heliophilous 2019-05-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Do you not know where we're going?

[ god jyn, were you going to walk them into some off limits part of this place? ]

If we get lost, hope you have someone to call to come find us.
resleeves: (S E V E N T Y T W O)

[personal profile] resleeves 2019-05-16 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Fine.

[ and he does. for a man his size, he's fast, moving forward in a smooth, steady manner and throwing a jab at jason's face. it's more testing than anything, trying to gauge how jason works rather than trying to hurt him. ]
isherarmor: (I'm faking glory)

iv

[personal profile] isherarmor 2019-05-16 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know. I ...think it's a good assortment of the somewhat familiar, and the ...not-so. [Yes, those marshmallows. She's less sad in her smile at that thought - the memories are fond.]

We did all right after a time, didn't we? I can't imagine Robb getting marshmallow in his hair at least.

[She's added a bag of candied lemons to the pile, surveying the whole of their findings with approval.]
kgbs: (T H I R T Y N I N E)

[personal profile] kgbs 2019-05-16 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[ it is something. a start. ]

Do you need anything?
998: (remembered to be sad)

[personal profile] 998 2019-05-16 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[jon's smile is sad, but he doesn't go quiet or change the subject, so that's an improvement.]

Can't imagine he ever let it get long enough. I'll be cross if he doesn't get some in his beard, though.

[he reaches out, gives her arm a quick squeeze, drops it back down by his side.]
isherarmor: (A tourist in the waking world)

[personal profile] isherarmor 2019-05-16 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[It is, and it's noted with quiet study - it's hard to speak on, but she lets it come as it may, and on this night it seems ...more right that she should, somehow. If only to shake the remnants of the dream from her mind.]

I think that's a sure bet. It would be hard not to if you'd never eaten one before.
I...

[A small gesture that's not small at all, really - and after a moment of silence, she adds:]

I found candles that have no flame. For the windows.
998: (great.......)

[personal profile] 998 2019-05-16 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[jon nods.]

That's good, then.

[he raises his eyebrows, gives her a grim smile.]

Are they all meant to come? All the kings and lords of Winterfell?

[and his father's family. it's hard to imagine aegon targaryen and torrhen stark eating cupcakes together, much less jaehaerys the good and maegor the cruel. and then the greens and the blacks...his expression turns to something between amusement and horror, thinking about it.]

Rhaenyra and Aegon fighting over candy...
isherarmor: (Oh turn the dirt over)

i.

[personal profile] isherarmor 2019-05-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[She isn't masked, but her neck is smattered with little red lights - tiny and fine as jewels, dipping low into the v of her neckline and trailing back up into her hair to spray out in copper wire and leafy patterned halo. It's echoed all over her sleek white suit, a drape and pattern of not gold but blood red flowering leaves on one side, and belted to match.

The first time he'd passed by she hadn't quite heard what he'd shouted - it hadn't been directed at her, and she'd managed to get out of his way as he (?) stumbled (no, that was a shove she's near sure) away - his mask a familiar and not entirely unwelcome sight. She'd seen a mask like that half a lifetime ago.

So when they cross ways again - she's quick to catch him when he bumps against her, as if to steady him from a fall if he'll let her. Too much too drink? Just rude? Well, it's hard to tell, but the front of her suit's now spattered with the food she'd been holding.]


Are you all right?
realists: (ro » small smile)

[personal profile] realists 2019-05-16 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
I know where we're going!

[ don't give her any ideas, she will climb right over that fucking wall to see the trees. ]

Cassian always comes back for me. But shhh. [ she lifts her hand to try to put her finger to his lips but she misses and just... pats his chest. ] He won't like that I'm drunk and since he likes me and you're a strange man, he'll blame you.

[ and do nothing because he will know all this was at least half jyn's fault, but jyn seems smugly self-satisfied that she is the innocent angel here. ]
strongarmed: waking up every morning, (13111278)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-16 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Then you're not from here, either. This isn't where you belong.

[North says it as though she's realized something and it must be cemented. Have all of those in the van been uprooted against their will? Were they all changed, as she feels she has been? It's true, not everything can be done alone. Not a war. Not a revolution.

Defensively, her arms come to cross over her chest. Even then her voice goes quieter.]


Were you one of us too, before this? Another android?

[It's the only thing that makes sense.]
strongarmed: walking around all confused. (13111294)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-16 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Her mind is taken away from the process of cleaning the wound. No different than system maintenance, Lucy's gentle touch as she mended the worst of them, except now it comes with a residual ache. Even as North watches him smear on cool gel and wrap bandages securely around the cut, she listens to him in resentful silence. Listens as he goes on to describe his life as a clone and the creator who hates him, painted in almost the exact image of humankind.

There's nothing in his situation she can find relatable. Not hiding who she was, not the friends of another kind who wouldn't kill him -- no human has ever showed her kindness in that way. In the end, they were fighting just to stay alive. Just to be equal, when the world wanted to throw them into the trash. But at least he recognizes the perspective. At least he knows what it's like to be thought disposable.

Maybe later, they'll return to this conversation. For now she follows the question.]


Android. You must have met another one. Was it Markus?

[That doesn't surprise her. Since she's met him here and come to know the duration of his time, she's certain others would hear him. It's inspires a small hope, even buried under the weight of dread and terror of her changed body.]

He's the best of us. [North pulls back her hand and experimentally flexes fingers to test the bandage.] A leader, maybe even the one we've been waiting for. If he wasn't here with me... [Head bowing, she looks at the floor.] I'm not sure what I'd do.

[Murderous rampage averted.]
strongarmed: a heart not made to rust. (13111303)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-16 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Through all the worst of this, disorientation and anger and devastation at the body into which she's found herself unwilling trapped, Markus represents a steadfast pillar of security. Even as her mind reels and she feels sick — that new, uncomfortable sensation twisting somewhere in a very human, fragile abdomen — Markus is here. He's here to offer direction, calmness, and answers. All of the things she desperately needs in this moment.

However resistant to being told this isn't isolated only to them, she only nods her head and searches around them for a place to go, grateful for the guidance. She doesn't like the crowd. Hates feeling caged in by so many other human bodies, so many shoulders grazing closer to her own, loud voices and music and sickly-sweet scent of carnival foods in the air. It's an overwhelming flood.

Sinking down onto one of the benches, North's shoulders sag. In the adrenaline she hadn't realized her own exhaustion (and that, too, uncomfortable and alien in its wrongness). Her eyes glance across the grinning pumpkins, flames flickering through cut-out holes. Halloween. Almost numbly, she looks to Markus.]


But... it was November. There was snow, and the military found us, this can't be real... [Her voice is low, a little frantic.] Markus, what's the last thing you remember? What was the date?
strongarmed: as if the hollow chambers never echoed. (13126811)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[The mannerisms, the speech, everything rings familiar. North's eyes study the square set of those shoulders, attention drawn briefly by the tug of a tie. She's never met this man, but she feels as though she knows him as more than a name. Connor. The same, brought into this world against her will.]

It wouldn't be my first experience with the police. [Sharp, confident anger against the backdrop of frustration and disorientation.] I can handle that.

[Yet she yields, steps back, posture slack. The next question comes like a pointed blade. And maybe she'll be wrong, but she doesn't think so. She's heard of him. It can't be coincidence if this situation is as she believes.]

You're Connor, the deviant hunter. Aren't you?
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strongarmed: input, circuit, and overdrive. (13106630)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-16 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[North doesn't hesitate in her answer, although her gaze turns off to the side. There's a weight to the word. She's not made peace with this yet, and may never be able to accept what has been changed. They've stripped her self-identity after she's only had it a handful of weeks — nothing will alter that injustice except revenge. Later, when there's time to think and become accustomed to this place (and maybe this body if she ever can bear with it), she'll decide her next steps in hunting down who did this to them.]

And it wasn't just this world. There are people behind this, other humans. [That she's certain of — anger shining brightly through the claim.] Who is your friend? If he feels like I do, then I'm sorry for him.

[Fingers curling in a experimental flex, the movement inspires a bright radiating pain at her palm, North's tone darkens.] I never wanted to be like this. I thought they'd already taken everything from me.
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[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[A wildness returns to her eyes, emotion plain on her face. North can't control the open glare of what she feels in the face of that answer. For a moment it seems she's going to step forward and push Peggy back against the wall in another vengeful shove, but — movement aborted, North instead turns away. Concealed in her look out toward the open street, the distant lights, a whole alien city unraveled around her. If she stepped out into it now she knows she would be lost.]

It can't be gone. No, we...

[Face turned to the side, the rest of North's volatile upset comes through in the gravelly dampness of her voice. A few stilted moments pass. And then she whips back, glaring, nerves threadbare. The whole situation has left her mistrustful and bent between a decision to walk away now — discover what's gone wrong and where she is — and a choice to stay and hear this out.]

You're lying to me. Why should I trust what a human has to say? Why are you even here, exactly where we were left by those people? [The ones in the van, white-clothed and now possibly masked. North may be emotional and angry and devastated, but her intelligence remains a sharp point.] You knew.
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safehouse

[personal profile] isherarmor 2019-05-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
I was hoping I might be of some use to you.

[Clad in a sleek white suit embellished with red leaves, skin spattered with lights that trail from her breast to her neck and twine up into a branching, leafy halo, She offers this with a near neutral expression - she could contain her curiosity if she wanted, but she's not sure what she wants, or what she ought to do. It's been worlds and years since she's laid eyes on this girl - no, she's a woman now, for true - as changed by the years as I am - and being so, there was no telling where she'd been since - or if she'd remember Sansa at all. What she bets on is no, because that's the safest and most common choice. Four worlds and no one had ever remembered her from Anatole, nor the hellish place that came after. Only Clock, and only Jon.

Draped in her arms are some garments, soft and thin and fine by the look of them. Shirts she'd been working on for Nill, a magenta dress, a flowy blue tea length skirt.]


I have clothes if you're in need of them, and anything's to your liking. My brother told me you might be...
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[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Of course that's what I am.

[If disappointment colors her voice, she tries to smother it. That theory's gone in a breath of smoke, then, because Amos wouldn't lie if he was the same as her. There was a oneness to androids: that is what North believes. They're together in this, and there's no reason to pretend anything else. She draws to a stop and observes him with another look of scrutiny — human from head to toe, tall and well-built. Willing, for some reason, to go along with her now.]

You'd know, [she huffs, almost indignant,] it isn't like you get a choice.

[Android or human. There are only two sides of this world, a severe division between her kind and the enemy. Perhaps that's why she watches him with so much distrust.

After a tempered heartbeat, North turns her attention on the surrounding crowd. In her mask, she blends in well with the costumes of the holiday's tradition. It's almost impossible to gather much from the frenetic motion of revelry; impatience itches in her as she tilts her head up toward the sky.]


We need higher ground. Can you find something?

[They have a few options, ranging from tall buildings (a risk: will doors be unlocked? can they access the roof without difficulty or interception of security?) to a ferris wheel (brightly lit, vantage over the territory, but the thought of confining herself to a small space with this stranger without a weapon inspires uneasiness) to the vertical carnival ride Wicked Force (but the sight of it causes unfamiliar tension in her chest and gut at the freefall).]
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[personal profile] sandu 2019-05-16 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ all eyes are upon them at the sound of their raised voices. all eyes and all ears, but jiang cheng doesn't give a damn about any other soul at that very moment but the ( un ) familiar face across the fire, across that seemingly insurmountable, inseparable barrier. the full meaning of their words don't seem to reach each other - burnt up as their home had, as their parents and everyone else they had ever known, flakes of ashes in the air disintegrating without trace. ]

He is dead! And you- you were there as well. Both of you!

[ what happened at Koi Tower seems all but distant now, a far away thing, even further away than the span of thirteen years. were he any younger, he would have stomped his feet and raged - but it is all within all withal inside, crashing against the gates with angry, snarling waves.

he takes a step forward, and another. with some wild intent he crosses the fire and advances to the other as if to strike him, as if he would cut wei wuxian down dead at his feet, eyes ablaze with some emotion he cannot identify ( nor does he want to - it is less a time for the mind, more of the heart ), until the other is close before him, close enough to touch. ]


And just what do you know about how I feel?

[ chenqing drops from his hands the same moment as jiang cheng reaches out to snatch up a wrist in his hand, bringing it up between them. the glow from within his chest feels like a forest fire, like a raging storm in summer, and he is probably gripping it harder than he should, but it's really the last thing on his mind. ]

You want to know how I feel? You've never fucking tried. [ both and neither of them, it is as much an accusation against himself as it is to the other.

jiang cheng's grip is fever hot around his wrist; his eyes are fever bright as he stares down at the other. there is that familiar, sickening feeling as their skin makes contact, pressing hard enough to bruise - the nauseating swirl of emotions like an undercurrent, of guilt and frustration and anger and below that, when everything else threatens to rise and consume and burn, there is still

( there is still so much to say. so much, yet left unsaid. ) ]
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[personal profile] blyat 2019-05-16 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yup.

[Cain surfaces the pen from his pocket once more, pinching it from his fingers and holding it out. There's likewise no recognize from his end -- their conversation happened over the network, and he doesn't know this guy's name now, but he wouldn't be shocked if someone else was jonesing for it. Cigarettes shouldn't be so difficult to find in this place.]

Why, you want some?