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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.

vns: (Deux)

gaby – npc – ota

[personal profile] vns 2019-05-11 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
001. happy halloween

[ ever wonder if Gaby's capable of having some fun? tonight, depending on someone's point of view, they might get their information. she shows up to the safehouse with a crate full of growlers in a costume, as well as a tote bag full of candy.

oh, and her costume? she's dressed up as Jazlyn Salazar's most recent role: Athena, a troubled former goddess who acts as a strategist for the United Nations to keep the peace – only she comes to question whether they have peace in mind. Jazlyn Salazar is one of the biggest celebrities in the world: she's the Tom Cruise of this world. she acts, directs, produces and controls every aspect of how her films are made. the costume itself is recognizable: a white pantsuit with three-quarter sleeves and a thin black shirt underneath. she has an eyepatch over her left eye, as well as a scar that's been carefully crafted out of makeup. (her own doing.)

the gun holster on her hip is the real deal, but that's exactly what Athena wears.

after she pulls out the growlers and sets up their metal labels wrapped around the top nozzles – there's an IPA, a sour, a porter, a stout, a blonde and all of them are awesome, because Gaby knows her shit – she turns to someone she hears behind her, offering a faint smile. ]


Trick or treat?

002. moving day is coming

[ at some point, Gaby takes a seat to relax. she takes off the coat, revealing the light-fitting black shirt underneath. her legs stretch out in front of her, and she has her holster tucked away in her jacket, which is close to her on the floor, just within reach. don't get any ideas.

she brings a hand up to run it back through her hair, and nods to someone. ]


Don't get too comfortable here. Can't tell if it's good or bad news, but we're moving soon. I won't miss this place.

[ after all? it's where they landed after the monster attacks. where she first heard that New Tokyo went dark (and apparently ... there were things before that? reading the network lately has made her feel like she's on some major psychedelic drugs). it's where she first had to beg for help to save her comrades, even if she worried the Displaced wouldn't help. she won't miss it. and none of that includes the time where Matches and his kid brother brought a goddamn dog they (basically) stole inside. is that the worst? no, but ... damn, it's more like the icing on the shit cake.

and really, she wishes it was as simple as a dog. because there's a lot she's not touching about the Displaced. a lot. ]
isherarmor: (Default)

[personal profile] isherarmor 2019-05-11 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Can the the art be wearable or part of a costume?
fuelcage: (pic#13132027)

cassie cage | mortal kombat

[personal profile] fuelcage 2019-05-11 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
out and about. arrival.

[ Someone tells her what to do and she does it, unquestioningly and uncharacteristically compliant. These are orders, but not orders from someone she knows, recognizes, or respects - but she follows as if they aren't strange. They tell her to get out, she gets out. They tell her to pick up a mask, she picks up a mask that'd give a tarkatan a run for its money in generic and ugly and frowns.

The people around her aren't her team, or her family, and this sure as hell isn't Outworld.

She rubs at her head - at the hair that's too long in some places, and too short in others. She turns to the nearest person - totally unfamiliar in every regard, just like the rest of this city - and tries to unstick her tongue to sum up her thoughts. ]


What the fuck is going on?

recon. exploration & being found.

[ Honestly? It's been a few days since she's seen food that didn't look like it wasn't just some other sentient race's organs left out to bake in the sun. A girl needs to eat, and people keep coaxing her over to try free samples and she literally can't say no. She doesn't go far from the rest of the newly displaced, but all it takes is one overzealous dude being paid to promote a drink for her to follow him and not be there anymore.

But that's how she ends up with free samples of what she hopes is normal food and booze in a totally abnormal world. She didn't mean to - seriously, drinking on the job? Not part of her master plan here. And when someone approaches her with more purpose than the rest of them have and doesn't immediately try to sell her something, she looks up.

Not at a familiar face. ]


Don't let the wobble fool you, I'm a blackbelt in Californian drunken fist.

safehouse. kitchen.

In what world is even cheap coffee a luxury item? Did they decide it was Kopi Luwak or bust?

[ She's going through the drawers and cupboards to take stock of what they're working with, talking mostly to herself as she does. Cassie scratches her head, face scrunching up in annoyance.

It's way easier to focus on the small stuff than to focus on the fact that she's actually at a loss for what to do here. ]


Shit. I'm hungry and all I want is pizza.

safehouse. misc

[ She picks a cot towards the back and claims it with a secondhand jacket that's seen better days. She's - probably not the worst neighbor, but also definitely not the best. She tosses a rolled up wad of (hopefully) clean socks up and down while looking up at the ceiling, her expression serious as she tries to work things out.

Then there's the fact that she talks to herself. Not all the time, just little asides under her breath. Sometimes ribbing on the people around her - making note of any particular oddities or things that stand out - and sometimes just to fill the silence. ]</smal
ofmyth: (to fight the horde)

Thor

[personal profile] ofmyth 2019-05-11 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I: Hey I just met you

[ Among the fabulous costumes is a man dressed in a quiet black suit. Thor's been hired to work security at the event; to be a visible deterrent to anyone who might need some encouragement to calm things down, and to step in if anyone decides their way of fun is allowed to disturb others.

It also allows him to keep a sharp eye out for any newcomers, though trying to spot people with short hair and dressed in medical gowns is hard in the crowd. ]


Stop. [It's always the first thing he says to someone he thinks might have been dropped off, in case there's any of that compliance drug in their system.] Who are you?

II: Masterchef: safehouse edition

[ Learning that Kate had vanished without his knowledge had been a shock. Thor doesn't like that. There are so few of them here, it's important that they keep contact with one another and are there to give support where they can.

So he turns up at the safehouse on a few afternoons while the newcomers are still in quarantine and sets about cooking for them. Many humans were put off by bugs, he's learned, and it's a hospitable thing to do.

As he cooks he's happy to chat with anyone curious, to answer questions and share what he knows about the world. He'd been new once too, this is the least he can do. ]
Edited 2019-05-11 21:14 (UTC)
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kara zor-el | dc comics

[personal profile] crisised 2019-05-11 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
COOL YOUR BED-WARM HANDS ( closed to damian )
[ the thing is, kara doesn't know she's been gone. not really. there was a brief trip home, but she went from finishing a fight to this--snuggled up in bed next to a very warm person, reluctant to wake up even though she knows something isn't quite right. whatever it is that has her brain pinging, it can wait five more minutes. she's too comfortable right now. in fact, she snuggles a little closer to her human pillow, fingers curling into their shirt.

... waitaminute. she hasn't had anyone else in her bed in new amsterdam. and the only people she slept close enough to cuddle to in gotham were women, a baby, and a gorilla. this person is clearly none of those. that little pinging in her head telling her something is wrong turns into full on alarm bells.

kara sits up abruptly, looking at-- oh. ]
Damian? [ this is. not how she imagined this. not that she's, you know, thought of it much, just, you know, sometimes when you have feelings for someone you... you know what, that line of thought is not productive at all. ] ... What am I doing in your bed?

THE SOFT STARS THAT SHINE AT NIGHT ( art piece | ota )
[ she borrows some paints from damian to enter the art contest. it's not like kara has anything of her own, not after someone torched all her stuff in a fit of rage and grief. but, whatever. point is, kara does a painting. it ends up displayed somewhere in the city, and kara goes to see it and watch people react to it. because she's a little nervous about actually displaying some artwork. up until now it's just been a hobby, something she doesn't really talk about. the theme gave her some serious inspiration, though.

on the canvas, two beasts fly and intertwine with each other. one is bird made of reds, oranges, blues, and whites--it doesn't have feathers on its wings or long tail, but flames, like a phoenix. the other is a massive black dragon, dark as night. if it weren't for the star field in its body, it would look like a plain silhouette. they seem like opposites, but the kind that reflect each other well. the painting's title is Thara & Chris. ]

THIS IS HALLOWEEN ( ota )
[ okay, halloween? kind of a notoriously busy time back home where all the psychos decide it's time to wreak havoc. to this festival where none of that is happening? such a nice break. kara can be found all over it (though she does skirt away from some of the more sex-oriented things, and rather awkwardly at that) having fun and reacquainting herself with the city. and, you know, maybe enjoying a little moonshine here and there. most of the time, she's either enjoying some rides, admiring all the art around the city, or going around to the food trucks and stuffing her face. mmmm, tacos.

and she's not shy about talking to the people near to her, either. most of the time it's a "hey, you want someone to scream with on [ scary ride ]?" or "oh sweet rao, these tacos are amazing, what kind did you get?" but every once in a while, when she's fairly certain that the person she's talking to isn't from this world originally, she'll ask, ]
Kind of amazing, having a whole ten days dedicated to halloween, isn't it?

WILDCARD
[ got something else you want to do? hit me up with whatever! or i'm available on plurk for plotting at [plurk.com profile] chanterie ]
batricide: (pic#13095517)

[personal profile] batricide 2019-05-11 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Damian's been in a mood since before he even left for New Tokyo. When he'd opened her door to find her bed empty, knowing she'd been gone for days, her name missing from the list - he'd lost it. Felt all that rage and grief build up and burn everything around him, and then spent a few days trying to clean up the ash and make sense of the pieces.

Kaldur had moved into the empty room. There were still scorch marks on the walls. A few more after the fiasco his attempts at organizing the displaced had been. It sucked, he was rebuilding. Slowly. Not sleeping was wearing on him, and that was why he'd crashed hard enough not to notice another body appearing is his bed. Curling closer to him. It's a nice feeling, warm and soft and safe and --

and not how he fell asleep. He bolts upright, a hand curled and ready to lash out - catching sight of her and freezing in his tracks.]


Kara?

[ Is this... real? It feels real. She feels real. ]

Am I dreaming?
crisised: (91 (2))

[personal profile] crisised 2019-05-11 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh. she probably shouldn't find that cute, but. hearing him say that absolutely makes kara flush and bite her lower lip. ]

No. [ she shakes her head. ] Not a dream. [ look, she'll even give his arm a little pinch to prove it.

but it is a valid question. what with her disappearance and the fact that she's shown up in his bed. and now has longer hair than she did when she disappeared. which she fiddles with as she checks the time (and subsequently the date) with her implant. ]


Cythonna's teeth! I've been gone that long? [ no wonder he thinks he's dreaming. ]
batricide: (dimmadome0007)

[personal profile] batricide 2019-05-11 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He needs a minute, because she's here. The pinch proves she's real. She's fine. She's - she's not what his mind was racing towards, a terrible end on a medical table, or trapped in her own hellish version of Gotham under the dome.

He's not good with displays of affection. Or words. Or anything that requires being a person - but he reaches out and pulls her to him in a crushing, relieved hug. ]


Don't do that again. [ not that she can promise it. not that he should ask her to. being trapped here isn't where she should be. but selfishly, it's where he wants her. with him. ]
heliophilous: (【SEVENTY THREE】)

marcos diaz | the gifted

[personal profile] heliophilous 2019-05-11 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I » THIS IS HALLOWEEN

[ marcos doesn't dress up but he does show up so he thinks he gets half credit, at least. it's hard to ignore something that seems to take over this entire city even if he's still feel adrift and out of sorts.

maybe a night spent not thinking about everything that won't get out of his head will help. so, that's why he shows up, costume-less, but whatever. it's the thought that counts and maybe he thought about dressing up for a few seconds.

he spends most of the carnival wandering, eyeing the rides but never getting closer than that. the ferris wheel feels like something outdated even for him but it's fun to watch.

the dark of night thickens and eventually, marcos finds himself with a cup of something in his hands. he hadn't really been paying attention when it got passed to him but it's not bad. bitter. strong. helpful in making what he wants to not think about actually go away.

funny how that works.

but hey, a few more gulps of that and he does actually get on the ferris wheel for what might be the first time ever. carnivals weren't very prevalent in bogota and cartel field trips weren't exactly encouraged. so why not make his first time in a weird futuristic city that he can't understand yet?

seems like a good time to cross something off his bucket list. ]


II » HAY RIDIN'

[ he hasn't really had a chance to explore this place before and this seems like a convenient and easy option to make that happen. sure, the fact that they're calling it a hay ride when there's no real hay is something but it's easily ignored.

after hailing one of the hover cars and hopping on, he tucks himself into a seat and leans back, eyes focused on the sights that they pass. if he's gotta be here, might as well know what he's gotten himself into. ]


III » WILDCARD

[ feel free to choose your own adventure. hit me up at [plurk.com profile] spoonishly for plotting. ]
crisised: (4 (4))

[personal profile] crisised 2019-05-11 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's really not something she can promise, not with the way she's disappeared twice already, but she wishes she could. especially since--well. that's a discussion for another time, when her head is on a little straighter. for now, she's hugging him back just as tightly, pressing her face to his shoulder and breathing him in. ]

I think... I think I was back in Gotham for a little while. [ and that raises all kinds of questions that she's quietly noting down on an encrypted file while they hug. because what's the point of an implant if you can't multitask? ]

I'm sorry I left. [ there's a you at the end of the sentence that goes unsaid. ]
batricide: (pic#12642645)

[personal profile] batricide 2019-05-11 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Keith had experienced the same thing. Phasing out and back in, changed with the time tha had passed. Seemingly De-synced and updated with memories and changes from his own world when he'd reconnected with this one.

He doesn't get it. How to stop it. How to bring someone back (if you even should) and instead holds her a moment longer, then pulls back, cupping her face with one hand. He should... He wants to kiss her. Reassure her that she's not going anywhere so long as he can help it, but the words stick awkwardly in his throat. ]


I set your room on fire. [ Comes out instead. ] It was an accident. Kaldur'ahm has been staying in there.

[ Babysitting, more or less. He'd told him once Kara came back he'd have to leave - but that didn't feel fair or right.

They were better off just moving somewhere bigger. ]
verselet: (46)

v | devil may cry

[personal profile] verselet 2019-05-11 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
((OOC; Please note that V will not be going back with anyone to the safehouse, due to plot reasons!))

001. ARRIVAL

[Pick a mask, they had said, and V’s body had done as it was told, plucking one out of the pile and keeping it held tight with pale fingers. Soon shuffled off into flickering lights and loud noises, throngs of people caught in the festivities, images rattling around in his brain and pulsing painfully from behind his eyes.

Later, maybe, when the world starts to make more sense, he may question his choice. The face of a devil, cliche and kitschy, but oddly ironic; making him consider his subconscious mind, whether if he should mark it as traitorous or utterly droll. But for now there’s little more to do than to hold onto it tight, anchored to the feeling of something still clenched in his grip, if it cannot be the hilt of his now-missing cane.

His walk is slow and unsteady. Bumping into people passing by in a flurry of energy is nearly enough to send him careening in the opposite direction, his balance already compromised by more than a mere feeling of weakness. There’s something else, the edges of a fog that hasn’t cleared, like he’s woken from a too-long nap and the world has yet to realign. As if his whole reality might tip over, if whoever has brought him here hasn’t already done him the same favor.

Really, it’s all ridiculous, a revelation that begins to sink in like teeth splitting skin as he leans a hand against the wall of a building. The other flies out to halt a passerby, though the gesture might be interpreted as gracelessly smacking someone with his devil mask.]


Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter’s snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe


[hi did you ask for poetry because if not then too bad]

...A little early for Halloween, isn’t it?

[what the fuck is going on]

002. I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE

[His inability to ignore orders continue to be the bane of his existence. Even only jovial suggestions to participate are interpreted as strict commands, and a simple, Get in line! You won’t regret it! has him adjusting his course to hobble towards one of the rides, a grimace on his face as he fights against something as simple as gravity, his body dreadfully missing the use of his cane. There’s no one to save him before he’s on one, now wearing his mask to free up the use of his hands as he...]

[A: ...is a poor soul in one of the too-small cars of the Wicked Force ride, rising up, up, up. The promise of a much faster drop once they reach it apex is just seconds away, and V’s lips twist into a frown. He reaches up to pinch at a brow, or run a hand through his hair, but fingers bump against his mask. How annoying.

A muffled voice from beneath the disguise—]
Which part is worse? The rise, the fall, or not wanting to be on the ride in the first place?

[B: …holds on tight to his chosen mount on the carousel, the world spinning in slow, torturous circles, doing very little good for a stomach already cresting with nausea thanks to the drugs in his system. Not that anyone can note the queasiness from behind the mask.

But if V hates this, he doesn’t hate it enough to not have chosen — on a whim, almost thoughtlessly — to customize his particular mount. It isn’t the strangest, not standing out amongst some of the more dramatic choices (or lewd ones, really), but the combination of a man in scrubs and a demon mask, leaning against and clutching onto the vertical pole bisecting his mount, while the carousel turns in casual circles… It might be worthy of questioning.

Or it might not. Either way, he’s not saying anything until the ride mercifully comes to a halt.]

WILDCARD
[Feel free to do come up with a prompt during the festivities! No safehouse shenanigans, though, since V won’t be making it there. As always, find me over at [plurk.com profile] aurajen for plotting!]
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[personal profile] crisised 2019-05-11 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she thinks he's going to kiss her. the mood is right for it, and his hand is on her face, and the way he's looking at her... but then he says that. ]

You what? [ there's a few emotions that she goes through very quickly. ones that get transferred over via chest glow. confusion, surprise, irritation, and then she settles with exasperation tinged with fondness. of course he set her room on fire. ] Oh, for...

[ siiiiigh. ]

I have to buy all new clothes now, don't I?
resleeves: (O N E H U N D R E D)

takeshi kovacs. altered carbon

[personal profile] resleeves 2019-05-11 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I » A DREAM COME TRUE

[ no one better try to fucking murder him tonight.

hopefully the mask that he's wearing detracts from that because he doesn't want to fucking deal with that again.

kovacs doesn't actually show up until well into the night and the first thing that he does is thank every fucking deity in the world he finds a booth selling something hallucinatory and illegal in nature. fucking finally. fucking stupid that a futuristic city was so locked down when it came to certain things.

kovacs dumps the drugs on his tongue immediately, soaking them up and sighing. it was about time this city came through for him.

alcohol and drugs meant this holiday was kovacs' favorite. it also meant that, while he doesn't want to be murdered, his attitude's even worse than usual. he shouts shitty things at people that pass him, bumps shoulders with people harder than necessary and just tries to cause casual chaos where he can.

once the first round of drugs start to wear off, he ambles over to a food truck, sampling a bit of everything before heading back into the carnival for another round of 'who can i piss off today?' ]


II » A PIT FOR YOU, A PIT FOR ME

[ he wasn't invited but does he care? nope. he's good at ingratiating himself when he wants to and if that doesn't work, well, he's the size of a small car so most people let him alone. he's not sure what the point of these things are and he gets bored when people just keep staring at the bonfire so good thing he stashed a few of the drugs from the carnival, isn't it?

he even shares with those that want some because he is just that nice of a guy. or he wants to spice things up at this fucking pit so time to throw a metaphorical firecracker into the center of things and watch it go off. ]


III » WILDCARD

[ feel free to choose your own adventure. hit me up at [plurk.com profile] spoonishly for plotting. ]
mercurio: ❥famira (275)

wheee

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-11 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[el's message comes through and prompto can't say that he is exactly surprised; something told him they were soon to be expecting a message from him, if past experiences proved to be a reliable pattern at all. at this point masks are not a a new deterrent in being able to locate any of the new displaced, but it sure becomes somewhat more difficult than usual. he's moving around in his costume, moving past the crowd and climbing up on ledges to try and scope out anyone with masks and scrubs that might appear pertinent to the kind of people they're on the lookout for.]

[he almost goes past the carousel, thinking that's the last place any new displaced would want to go to, but he does a double take at the sight of a man in scrubs and demon mask coming around the turn.]

[screw the queue, as he jumps over the railing when the attendant isn't looking (they probably won't do anything, really), and he's nearly losing his balance soon as he steps up on the moving platform.]


—hey!

[that's the sound of the rubber under his running shoes sliding from the slick floor and him tumbling down. how's this for a rescue?]

[up on his feet, however, he's a little more paused and cautious as he approaches the man in the black cat mount. it might not be who he's looking for, but the scrubs are reminiscent of when he came here first.]


Hey?

[a hand on the man's back, he holds on to the pole, too.]

Weird question, but do you know where you're at?
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b

[personal profile] deicider 2019-05-11 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's hard to say whether, whirling among a zoo of exotic animals, V notices being watched by one from the crowd: a deer-hoofed youth in fawn skin, with dappling spreading down all the skin left bare by their thin, short chiton. They're standing next to a tall red-headed woman with the horns and hooves of a bull, and both are wreathed in ivy, carrying staves topped with pinecones. Maenads.

On one pass around, the fawn is standing next to the red-headed bull, laughing and chatting but keeping their eyes on V. On the next the bull is leaving with a kiss and a wave, and its just the fawn, still watching V. On the next they're gone—but not for long, just waiting at the exit gate.

Up close, the fawn skin looks very authentic. Unless V thinks better of going near them, they call out:]


Come here, please.
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gaby teller » tmfu » open

[personal profile] myownwoman 2019-05-11 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
opening ceremony » closed to prompto

[ awareness comes in patches and gaby doesn't really get it until she's left standing in an alley wearing what looks like hospital scrubs. pick a mask she'd been told and gaby does so without thinking about, selecting a half face cat mask, white and gold so at least it matches. it feels stiff when she puts it on and she doesn't like it, but it doesn't occur to her to even take it off.

she follows the alleyway toward the noise, turning the corner to find herself in the middle of what looks like a carnival. it's only when she's jostled by a party-goer in a gold jumpsuit that gaby's brain starts firing on all pistons.

first of all: was zum teufel

second of all, she pats herself, down reaching for her handbag that isn't there, a tracker that is not strapped to her leg, a ring that has gone missing. no ring. she shoves the mask up on her forehead like a pair of sunglasses and looks down at her bare hand.

and then walks directly into someone's back. ]

at the safehouse

[ once safely ensconced in the safe house, gaby indulges in a little petty vanity, carefully combing out the pixie cut she has been given into something more flattering. it is not immediately effective, she needs more product and practice, but it's not... bad. she can work with it.

at least the cuts and scratches on her arm have healed to thin white lines.

once illya has brought her clothes and she can change out of the horrible scrubs, her demeanor is much more open. it maybe be in part due to illya himself, familiarity should not be discounted, but being in her own clothes definitely helps. (she's avoiding thinking about how they're her own clothes in the first place.)

she's reaching for a mug on a shelf just out to reach when she asks for help: ]
Excuse me, could you help..? [ maybe with height or maybe with point out a stool for her to use or maybe just lift her up to grab the mug herself. the mug fetching world is her oyster. ]

the next eight days

[ so they didn't celebrate halloween in soviet occupied east berlin in the 60s. gaby had heard of it from the american soldiers that gave her chocolate when she was a little girl, hoarding m&ms like precious currency for a seven year old, but they were in west berlin once she was old enough to participate on her own.

she is definitely old enough to participate on her own now and once gaby is free from the safehouse, pixie cut style perfected, she ventures out into the festivities themselves. and there is a lot to see!

she isn't hugely into the idea of haunted houses or dissection tables, but watch her do puzzles with ease and grab her for the escape room team because she will be Good At It. all this technology is wildly past her time but she has an infinite capacity for curiosity so even if vr seems impossible, she isn't passing up the chance to experience it.

the candlelit procession makes her sad for a number of reasons and she decides that she doesn't need to watch it, turning to go back the way she came and pushing her way upstream with politeness, careful not to make too much of a scene as she leaves. it'd be poor form to make herself noticeable in her first week. ]

wildcard

( do yo thang or hit me up @ [plurk.com profile] baleinette to plot. )

mercurio: ❥mercurio (307)

!!!

[personal profile] mercurio 2019-05-11 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[given the nature of prompto's costume, that was probably more uncomfortable for her than it was for him. don't get an eye poked out!]

[he spins around quickly, however, and what are the chances that he's looking at someone he's supposed to be looking for—anyone ever heard of the displaced coming to them? easiest task yet.]

[it is, however, the person he is looking at which causes him more pause than the lucky coincidence.]


[were it any other time, he'd be apologetic for holding her by the arms]

Gaby? You're back!

[the message prompto sends is immediate.]
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001

[personal profile] 998 2019-05-11 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[the chant catches jon's attention--it sounds like it could almost be a sad song from home--but then he is smacked with a strange mask. he blinks.

the poetry is appropriate, though jon wouldn't understand why; sansa has dressed him as a raven, or at least artfully arranged black feathers(?) over him, stitched into his clothes and stuck on his hair, he has leather wings hanging from pauldrons at his shoulders and feathered gloves, as well as feathers fanned behind his ears.

he makes a face, looks this man up and down. hospital scrubs. as if the question hadn't given him away already.
]

It's the first night of the festival.

[he offers his arm to the man.]

Someone's taken you to another world. We've been sent to help you.
verselet: (51)

[personal profile] verselet 2019-05-11 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can’t see well, the cutout eye-sockets not doing much for visibility. A bit like a horse with blinders on, range of vision practically limited to what’s directly in front of him, but V does perceive a strange flash of forest-green, dotted with strands(?) of white. Given the nature of the festivities, it isn’t hard to jump to the conclusion that this is someone donned in a costume, but guessing at what it could possibly be is beyond him.

And really the least of his concerns.

Whoever the stranger is, he’s clumsy. The telltale squeak of sneakers sliding against the slick surface of the platform, the slight jolt of weight being thrown against the pole. A hand on his back, which is not exactly as comforting as Prompto probably means for it to be, has V straightening a little, the majority of his thin form leaning into the pole in an almost humorous way.]


Going round and round a carousel, it would seem.

[Despite himself, dry humor floats up to the surface, the only weapon he can utilize. With his tattoos gone silent, energy no longer crawling against his skin, he has little else at his disposal.]
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[personal profile] verselet 2019-05-11 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[He cannot recall with clarity — not now, at east, with his mind in a haze — whether carousel rides are supposed to last this long. But this one feels like it drags on for an age, so much that it might be its own sort of lazy hell.

Blessedly, it does come to a stop. And though V is eager to get off the ride, he still has to move with a ginger and careful consideration, his half-stumble step when removing himself from the platform impossible to miss.

The exit gate is near, though, a simple goal to try to reach for now. Stubborn as he can be, he practically hobbles towards it—

—only to be commanded by a youth in costume, hoofed and fawn-like. The displeasure on his face is hidden as his body abides the command and draws nearer.]


Whatever it is, it might be prudent to assume that I’m not interested.

[why is today like this]
Edited 2019-05-11 23:31 (UTC)
secondnature: (you came back to me)

this is halloween

[personal profile] secondnature 2019-05-11 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[So, here's Keith, dressed as a knight. He had looked up paladin costumes under some fleeting hope that looking up a paladin costume would get him something close to his Voltron suit. It didn't. Unsurprisingly. He had groaned at himself thinking he could do that, but instead, he's going as this. A knight—and leave it to Keith to make sure it has the proper red accents to bring it out so it's unique to him. Red is important, after all.

And he doesn't mind the costume, but everything is so loud and there's so much going on and he doesn't even mind Halloween, but—

Well.

Everyone who's grumpy and antisocial wouldn't want ten days of a holiday that asks them to do the opposite. His lips twist in disdain, eyebrows furrowing. He doesn't realize it's Kara talking to him until he angles his body toward her to begin speaking.]
It's way too much—[he begins, and then takes in the familiar face. The grumpiness? It fades. His entire body language loosens up.

Keith isn't the type of person to initiate a hug, but he does draw closer.]


You're back. Hafid's needed you. [Keith had been the unfortunate soul to clean up after the fire incident.]
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safehouse

[personal profile] kgbs 2019-05-11 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it does not take him long to get from the apartment to the safehouse once he receives prompto's message. he hadn't even realized that time had gone by that quickly, that they were once again ready to receive new people but prompto's message told him otherwise.

the message hadn't said anything but that she was back which illya takes to mean that she's not injured or worse. he would hope that prompto would tell him that if there was something very wrong. so, he doesn't explode into the safehouse which is fortunate for everyone.

but, once he is inside, he scans the area quickly before spotting gaby and immediately crossing over to her, a frown on his face. ]


You're here.

[ observant as always. ]

Again.

[ is she the same person from before? or no? ]