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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: (352)

[personal profile] miscalibrate 2019-05-27 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Same thing on Ceres.

[ He says, like that means anything without context. Belters have always been better at making protein taste less like a sponge, and barbecue isn't too far off from their go-to. Amos idly trades out for the aforementioned flavor while he talks, giving the ingredients a curious once-over. ]

So what's your deal?

[ Just as easy-going, if about 100% more blunt. But everyone he's met so far has been weird, somehow, so it seems like a completely valid point of conversation. ]
strongarmed: what else can you do? (13106742)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-27 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[In her mind, allies have always come in the form of other androids. Never has a human come into the fold of Jericho and aided them. Never has a human demonstrated kindness to her, not in the three years of her life as Traci. Never will another human be her ally. That said, she knows the worth of them -- when Jericho's numbers rose, they were capable of so much more than they were at the start, small and scattered.

So she says nothing to that, because she doesn't know how to approach it. The introduction brings North to pause before she decides to turn and slip out of the room without a word. Clarke's statement draws her eyes, a full look, narrowed and suspicious and... just a sliver of emotion, a flash of vulnerability, in the way her face tends to soften before a difficult decision. Then it returns to steel.]


North. That's my name.

[She touches the bandages with curled fingers on the center of her own palm, turning toward the door.]

I won't need your protection, but I will speak to him, and then we'll see what he has to say.
strongarmed: movement hidden, you are not alive. (13106632)

[personal profile] strongarmed 2019-05-27 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes a deliberate mental reminder that not all worlds are the same, or equal, and every other shattering truth Markus had said to her in those first few frustrating hours after arrival. She may be tense from head to toe, but she won't attack this person. She'd promised to try and work toward their mutual goal.]

That sounds nothing like us. [Dark, under her breath, but there's... some hesitation in it.] Except that we broke our programming. We only did that because we became real. Thinking and feeling, because we're alive.

[North doesn't know why she's defending this point. With a sigh, she leans against the wall.]

It doesn't matter anymore. Not here.
miscalibrate: (335)

[personal profile] miscalibrate 2019-05-27 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Relax. It's just a question.

[ Maybe the firmest his tone's gotten yet, and even then it's like what you'd take with an unruly customer than anything too heavy. He seems more concerned with watching for any substantial shift in Jason's demeanor than he is with getting an answer — making sure it's just passing defensiveness, boundaries. Not something that'll escalate.

But it seems fine, and Amos drops it easily. ]


I don't wanna do either. [ Plainly. No sass!! ] But I'm not staying out here with a blank ID.

[ So lead the way, buddy. ]
miscalibrate: (307)

[personal profile] miscalibrate 2019-05-27 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ He would. They both know it, so there's no point in talking around it or pretending otherwise. There are other options, of course — he hasn't worked out if he has to do things right away, or if intent's good enough while he takes care of other things. Like putting her bossy mouth out of commission, if it comes to that.

So far, it hasn't. It's riding a fine line, though, and he has to take a second to imagine Holden and whether silencing this girl would qualify as a "just wish you'd run it past me, buddy" situation or a "get the hell off my ship". Probably the second one. ]


I don't think you'd want me to.

[ It wouldn't be quiet. Then again, maybe a scene is exactly what she wants. After a beat to consider, ]

Maybe we should take this somewhere else.
transuniversal: (there's some pain involved)

[personal profile] transuniversal 2019-05-27 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's definitely going to be a mess. Noh's got a laundry list of reasons to be more paranoid than most about trying to assimilate into a surveillance state with no powers and no mind-bending ability to manipulate the situation to his will. Alien fugitive and all that.

The ghost of a smile starts to pick up on Noh's face too. It's bad, but it's not as bad as it could be.
]

Oh, good. That is much better than having to live in the back of your closet. Like a snake in a shoebox.

[ Somebody's watched a lot of movies. Somebody's slightly out of touch with real human culture. Somebody's grasping at straws, a little bit. ]

The problem is without my enhancements I am not much use to you or anyone just squatting in your spare room. Well, perhaps in a bar fight, still— surely there's been one or two of those— but not if I can't get in the door.

[ But neither does he want to play along with this game. Whatever this is. Whatever plot's being spun, whoever's trying to puppeteer them all.

The silence drags for a minute, and then his face twists in petulant irritation.
]

...this sucks, Billy.

[ Is he faking it? Not entirely. But what else is there to say? If Billy can't automatically tell him who to shoot in the face for causing this, then they're going to have to sit in shit creek without a paddle for awhile.

It's probably for the best he doesn't try to use that metaphor out loud right now.
]
transuniversal: (it wasn't fun for me)

[personal profile] transuniversal 2019-05-27 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gold? The corner of Noh's mouth twitches. Gold's never been quite his thing. It's too...expected. (But then, if you're an alien, so is green.) ]

For me or for you?

[ As he bends over again more strands of hair fall back in his face, and he's forced to give another irritated shove to push them back again. That's going to get so old. ]

Who is Parmenides? I have never heard of him.
transuniversal: (quality brooding)

[personal profile] transuniversal 2019-05-27 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, ostensibly. Noh-Varr's not the type to snort distastefully— too cool for that— but his face hardens and twists a little. Maybe it was a waste of a question, and yet maybe it's good to hear other people acknowledge this seems...disturbing. A strange relief that does nothing to ease the tension coiling inside him. ]

The idea that someone would resist the temptation to abuse such a system is naive.

[ Zuckerberg alone would be having a capitalistic field day. ]

Why do they put up with it?
hadtolose: (To play someone's game)

[personal profile] hadtolose 2019-05-27 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Trying not to worry? He may as well have asked her to chop an arm off. If he hadn't said he'd been in this hellscape long enough to adjust to it, she'd probably have doubled down on the worry.

Actually, no. She will definitely double down on the worry. Secretly, though.

Kara follows him without hesitation, nodding silently. What he says doesn't help her comfort levels, either. If someone as resourceful and intelligent as he was didn't know what was happening, thing were worse than she could've ever imagined.

Eventually, she settles into a chair, ten times more the bundle of nervous energy than she was before. He's right; so many of her questions revolve around her body, their situation. But if Markus doesn't have answers, she doesn't want to waste time asking for them. ]


I'd thought it was revenge, because you'd finally freed us. Now...I don't know.

[ She takes a moment to frown down at her hands. The skin feels taut and dry. She hates it. ]

Maybe you can answer something else. [ She swallows thickly, her chest tightening in a very uncomfortable way. ] Have you seen a little girl? She's the one I was trying to leave Detroit with. Her name is Alice.

[ It takes some effort, but she's finally able to utter something she'd been harboring some strong denial for. ] She's...a YK500.
hadtolose: (But I still love you)

a million years later i say THANK YOU :')

[personal profile] hadtolose 2019-05-27 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ The kindness is nearly too much, too soon. She can feel a stinging she'd never felt before around her eyes, and it makes her blink rapidly. Tears don't fall, but her lashes are wetter. Ah, so even crying was painful for humans...

Kara takes the wipes and adds them neatly to the rest of her things, breathing in and out a few times in an attempt to calm herself. ]


I'm okay. [ She wasn't. ] I'm adaptable. [ At least that was true. ] I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything, but I know I'll manage eventually.

[ Or hide. Probably hide. ]

Um. I'm Kara.
vns: (Treize)

[personal profile] vns 2019-05-27 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry.

[ that she can't provide a better story. sorry that she's so removed. that's the foundation of the world she knows now, one shaped by that negligence. Gaby wasn't made to tackle wars. she admires anyone who can, but even the concept of war sounds like another lifetime. conflicts like that are smaller, controlled. it's a part of the painted picture. ]

Someone – I believe she's from your world –

[ Gaby pays attention. notes the connections. ]

She got mad that we weren't doing more. That we didn't blow the hell out of everything here, or trust that she could do it. But that's the thing. We haven't had war since the Xelkoven War, and war between people since before that. It's why we disseminate. Tear things down at the joints. It's a slow process. It'll outlast any of us.

[ Gaby doesn't remember her conversations before the dreams – most translated over, sure. nothing slid over sideways about her fear of the world falling to hell. a snowstorm is unnatural, unreal. it's not the decimation of another city. her same fear and desperation isn't present anymore. ]
vns: (Sept)

[personal profile] vns 2019-05-27 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's right: it's paranoia. it's also respect to the Displaced, and Gaby's own uncertainty about where she stands. she wants to make it clear that she isn't going anywhere, but they're so touchy about their autonomy, as if asking them to stay put so they can have it after those four days are up is too much. ]

Markus Manfred and Stephen Strange. You won't be able to go inside yet. No authorization. Please don't try if they give you the go ahead to scope them out.
Edited 2019-05-27 07:05 (UTC)
hadtolose: (With the daisies)

gotta spread the fresh breath and stomach pain!

[personal profile] hadtolose 2019-05-27 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ The attempt at comfort isn't lost on her. In fact, it's much like what she'd have done if the situation were reversed. When someone felt small, it helped to make them feel on the same level. An equal. She appreciates it. ]

I'm Kara.

[ While she'd have gladly asked him all about MREs and all the wonderful flavors that came with one, the mention of his model number had pushed food completely out of her mind. She's assuming it's one, anyway. It fits the CyberLife pattern, after all. It's just...one she's never heard of. She's thrown, to say the least, but also intrigued.

She decides to take her hunch and run with it. ]


You're from Detroit, then.

[ Kara watches him expectantly, hoping he'll start filling in details without her having to give many of her own. ]
vns: (Sept)

[personal profile] vns 2019-05-27 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ "too soon." perhaps for him and Markus – learning about it may make it feel like yesterday. for Gaby, it's part of the ingrained foundation of this world, something regularly remembered and put forth. of course, unlike any of the Displaced, she actually knows what Resolution Day entails: it's the largest of all parties, with every aspect of it free. even the candles put out and the lives remembered in the more forgotten parts of the city know it's a distant memory, conjured up once a year in full force.

she doesn't correct him, though. again – to learn that their own kind tried to eradicate humanity? that would be too soon. it's only been a few months. ]


Intimidating? No.

[ she looks thoughtful. ]

Uncomfortable. That's the word I'd use. It isn't any prettier, but I believe it's closer to the truth. Of course, your arrival was diluted. You all glowed and used strange powers and talked about other worlds and thought our hospitality was a trap.

[ she offers a strained smile. ]

It helped.

[ it also helped to know that they weren't of this world. ]
hadtolose: (Out of the black)

[personal profile] hadtolose 2019-05-27 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. Thank you. [ She swallows once, twice, trying to get her throat to work, eyes locking on the proffered hand. She's not sure how to react. ] ...I'm Kara.

[ Funny how she feared the touch of a human when her own body was now flesh and bone instead of plastic and metal. She was dangerously close to hating them, as close to death as they'd brought her time and time again. But then there was Rose, her one exception, always there to remind her that not all of them were horrible.

Maybe she'd found another exception.

Kara reaches out and lightly grasps Clarke's hand to pull herself up, but then suddenly it's not just her own fear, anger, sadness, pain, and now confusion swirling through her mind. She sucks in a stuttered gasp, giving a wide-eyed stare. She should yank her hand away. She should do something, anything. But she's rooted in place. Words have failed her, and maybe...so has her instinct to trust no one. ]
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[personal profile] hadtolose 2019-05-27 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ The increased attention makes her sit a little straighter, tense a bit more. ]

I wasn't built for it.

[ Inwardly, she cringes at herself. That was very true, but also a very bad way of saying it. ]

What I mean to say is, I wasn't allowed to.

[ Better...? ]
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[personal profile] gravemistake 2019-05-27 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a story.

[One if he's not sure he's going to hear, but that's okay. Gabriel is mostly just taking in the scene, fending off vendors trying to push things on him, to marginal success. It doesn't help that he has a secret soft spot for Halloween.]

You kick a lot of bartender ass?
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[personal profile] gasping 2019-05-27 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, he's fun. a challenge. he knows what she's capable of, what she should always be capable of, and acknowledges it, embraces it. maybe he thinks he can outsmart her or distract her with an offer of elsewhere, but with emotions out of the way and caroline's deep-seated desire to feel wanted swept aside with them, the offer doesn't hold much appeal.

instead, caroline seals her own no-humanity fate another stretch of minutes longer by casually patting him on the arm. once, twice, and the same surge of clear-headedness surges through her. it's the very best kind of hit, and caroline inhales with pleasure at the sensation. ]


Here's fine, honey. [ the sound of an engine cutting out down the street catches her attention. someone's parking. ] Take that one. I want to go for a ride.
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[personal profile] resleeves 2019-05-27 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I always need booze.

[ always jason always. it made it easier to deal with his fucking life. ]
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[personal profile] gravemistake 2019-05-27 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Do I look like the kind of guy who says please?

[Still, Gabriel is willing to play nice if the occasion calls for it--especially when he's at a distinct disadvantage. He's not necessarily one to make friends, per se, but he knows that in a situation like this, it's not going to do him any good to make enemies, either.]
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[personal profile] gravemistake 2019-05-27 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess that's one term for it.

[Gabriel, generally speaking, does not concern himself with the messes other people get themselves into, but this one is a little too amusing to ignore. There's that, and also the fact that the actions of any of the displaced will reflect on all of them. Best to cut trouble off at the pass when he can.]

I'd like to keep all my clothes on my back, thanks.
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[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-05-27 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sure, now that he looks at her, he’s sure he’s seen her before. He’s not sure if it was at the safehouse or New Tokyo, but he knows it was in his real waking life (insofar as any of them ever know that about any of this), which is more than some Displaced can say. ]

Only that they make terrible mounts—

[ he eyes her costume, feigning deep consideration. ] —but you probably know more about unicorns than I do.
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[personal profile] gravemistake 2019-05-27 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gabriel is no stranger to these types of communal settings--it comes with being career military, so he doesn't really blink when they get to the New Amsterdam safehouse and it turns out nobody has a private bathroom. He does his very best to ignore anything else going on in the communal showers when he's using them, as it's very likely not his business and he'd appreciate the same kind of courtesy.

Suffice to say, he's generally willing to overlook someone singing in the shower, but given how on-edge he's been lately, he finds it difficult to keep his mouth shut.

He calls over from the sink where he's currently cleaning up his facial hair.
]

Didn't know it was open mic night.

[personal profile] deicider 2019-05-27 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
True.

[Sniper was very familiar with the uses such a system of population tracking could be put to. There was too little justice in this world to think the implants weren't being in far more egregious ways.]

That's a complicated question. [And a broad one.] For the average, law-abiding citizen, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

[Easily, with the range of conveniences the implant came with. Conveniences that had been necessitated as technology became more prevalent and integrated.]
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[personal profile] poppycock 2019-05-27 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
( the spill of so much of damon's vital blood does go a long way to satisfying him. it certainly makes a good impression; his appetite is fed, if not entirely sated.

the roar of that primality is hardly something he's wont nor willing to ignore. the bloodlust he feels is a luxury and a necessity to address: damon attacked him. though he wonders, despite his enjoyment watching the blood dribble down damon's chin, feeling the paltry exertion of his struggle against his grasp, and listening to his spitting and never-ending banter, why damon salvatore would deign to attack him.

he hates him, of course. yet their current history considered, this does seem excessive. excessively foolish. he should know better.

klaus grunts at the contact, at the knee jabbed into his gut, but it's more an annoyance than anything effective. that grunt morphs seamlessly into a soft growl; his fingers tighten with a bright flare of rage around damon's neck. he considers how easy it would be to end him: a simple redirection of the stake in his gut, the cracking of his neck from his spine, and a million other just as brilliantly efficient ends. wouldn't he be better off without the likes of damon salvatore? how few people would miss him.

(he could think of a few important persons that would. he could also be useful. here, in this place, where he knows no one.)

he pushes the stake a little further into damon's already perforated lung, his eyes dark and promising, his dimples stark and dangerous.
) Oh, I am. ( he adds with an unconcerned simper: ) Practically. As far as your feeble capabilities are concerned, I hardly need to be. ( with an unmerciful wrench, klaus pulls the stake from damon's middle. he drops him with little care. ) So I would think twice about testing me.