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MEADOWLARK MODS ([personal profile] larkers) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2020-03-14 11:16 am

ARRIVAL LOG 019

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: March 22
WHAT: The nineteenth arrival
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion and loss of autonomy. Further notes at the end of log.

> ARRIVAL LOG #019

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 two people in front of you: one dressed in a thick set of armor, while the other wears medical garb. Out the windshield in front, there are many tall buildings—all reaching up beyond a normal city skyline, all entirely too close to the vehicle itself.

You realize there are others next to you: all dressed the same way as you, you'll come to realize: in jeans, with a t-shirt bearing some kind of sports team logo. To your left there's an armored interior door, two more people visible, and 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 lowers from its height and comes to a stop inside of an alley, with tall brick walls surrounding it. 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 the air outside feels immediately warm and dry. "Careful with your step," the guard says, helping you out. The nurse helps the others out, checking over each passenger one by one.

Once outside, you'll be able to hear some noises in the distance, which after a few seconds will be recognizable as the hum of a large crowd. There will even be loud cheers here and there, as if they're spectating some kind of event.

The main guard turns to address your entire group, and something about her bearing makes it clear she's done this before. "Now, listen to me very carefully." Your body will come to attention, immediately homing in on the words that follow, as if compelled to hang on every word. "You're going to leave this alley, and then follow my directions exactly." From there, the guard will go through a list of directions, only about five steps (round the corner, turn right, etc.). "Once you've done all that, you'll see a sign: Red Wings. Go inside and you'll make some new friends. They can help with the rest."

The guard will hop back into the van, which will rise off of the ground and disappear as soon as it arrived. Once it's gone, you'll find your legs moving almost without your permission, guiding you to follow the stops the guard laid out.

And, as promised, you'll end up outside a bar called the Red Wings.

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 – and that includes the message passed on from the mysterious patron.

> RED WINGS

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.

Well, some of you are going to have a group of newbies to bartend. Our newest group just got directed to the Red Wings. If anyone else wants to swing by to help get them oriented and move them to the safehouse, I'm guessing the people who are on the clock will thank you.


The Red Wings bar is in a section of the large, futuristic city that houses a sports stadium, though not so close to it that the newcomers will have to deal with dodging crowds. Red Wings is tucked away on a side street, meaning that those stumbling in won't have to worry about attracting too much attention.

Why did they get directed to a sports bar, of all places? That will become clear as soon as they start to speak to the people inside. This arrival, as it turns out, is a little different from the ones that have come before.

◉ Aesthetically, Red Wings is a retro tribute to the lost city of Detroit. It's all red neon, cars and sports memorabilia, with all fittings and decor elements physical where possible as a nod to the era. There is also some artwork dedicated to Motown and its significance within the city, and there is a section of the digital sound system for Motown.

◉ The main area is spacious, with stools at the bar and plenty of room for booths and standing space. One area is reserved for the physical darts board and pool table, which are permanent installations.

◉ There is also a function room available for private bookings and smaller events, though this is currently not quite as nicely done up as the main space.

◉ The bar has multiple neural interface screens installed throughout to make sure there's always an easy view of the game, with one larger screen set up over the bar itself for Big Game days. Unfortunately, this won't be available to the newcomers as they don't have their neural implants set up yet, but they'll be able to gather that the other people here seem to be watching a screen they can't see.

◉ Drinks include a range of the finest craft beers, popular spirits and a basic cocktail menu, but newbies won't have any money to their name just yet, so they'll have to rely on the kindness of strangers if they want something to eat or drink.

◉ Naturally, there will be some people working at the bar and others who are just there to hang out, but either way the newcomers should have plenty of people on-hand to explain the situation. With more on the way, potentially.

Further details about Red Wings and the staff can be found at this post put together by our Stephen Strange player, as he's one of the owners of the bar! Most of the information above was borrowed from this post.

Once the new characters have been oriented and calmed down as needed, they'll all be escorted by one of the established Displaced back to the safehouse. This is done for security and safety reasons.

> NEW AMSTERDAM (AND BEYOND)

Once the new Displaced have endured their four days in the safehouse, they'll have their IDs set up and will be released in this strange new world. New Amsterdam will be theirs to explore, and if they manage to get the lowdown from another Displaced who's been here longer, they may learn that they can travel even further than that.

Probably better to not get ahead of themselves, right? New Amsterdam has plenty to offer!

◉ It's Opening Day for the New Amsterdam Koniki (New Amsterdam's baseball team)! Despite the signings of the aces Jim Bridges and Osamu Kawakami, the Opening Day starter is long-time Koniki, Connor Tseng. Tseng is a finesse pitcher who's been with the Koniki through good and bad (and for the past few seasons, it's been a lot of bad). Never overpowering batters with a crazy fastball, Tseng hits his spots and is the master of the off-speed pitch. There are a mess of articles on the sports blog circuit about what message the Koniki are sending in having Tseng start the 2512 season, but most agree that it's a message to Tseng that he's still the team's leader. Bridges and Kawakami are undoubtedly more explosive, but these signings are clearly meant to build a team around their long-time ace.

Tickets to get into the Koniki's first game will be difficult to come by, selling for five and ten times too much on reseller sites. The savvy baseball fan knows that the stadium will be sold out, however, and can grab a short-term, one-day-only job to help meet the demands of Opening Day. And for anyone who's curious about the game but doesn't want to work at the stadium, it will definitely be broadcasted at Red Wings and plenty of other sports bars around the city.

The game itself will be a pitcher's duel for the first five innings between Tseng and the New Venice Gecko's ace, Jayson Soto. During the bottom of the fifth inning, rookie slugger Jiri Kim will hit a three-run homer, putting the Koniki up. Rather dramatically, the Geckos will come back in the top of the sixth, tying up the game and running Tseng off the mound. Both the Geckos and the Koniki will try to shore up the game via their bullpens. Ultimately, the Koniki will win in the bottom of the 10th inning in a walk-off fashion, with Kim hitting another home run to call it. The defense throughout the game is a mess for the Koniki, showing signs that even their new aces may struggle with that defensive backdrop.

Finally: yes, there is a designated hitter to protect pitchers.

◉ St. Patrick's Day is here! While the typical aspects of the holiday still exist, such as drinking a lot (and yes, alcohol and other drinks will be dyed green!) and getting pinched if you don't wear green, this day is also a time to remember the country of Ireland that's now under the Atlantic Ocean. The primary focus for New Amsterdam citizens is remembering the parts of Europe that were lost to the effects of climate change and the disaster of World War III.

So while there's plenty of merrymaking at various pubs, there are also neighborhood memorials set up for remembrance. There will be plenty of media coverage about this too, giving anyone new to this world a very immediate idea of the state that it's in, with a good portion of western Europe underwater.

◉ It's spring, which oddly means that fertility symbols begin to spring up around the city. They can take the form of actual symbols etched or painted onto walls, though there are also carved figurines and phallic shapes scattered around as well. (Feel free to browse here if you need ideas.)

◉ While these can be found at random around the city, they will also be associated with the shrines dedicated to the Displaced which have existed in New Amsterdam for some time now. These shrines are continuously taken down and put back up in different parts of the city. The NAPD as well as private interests seem intent on removing them for profit or controlling vandalism. Despite continuous efforts on both of their behalfs, these shrines continue to rise in number. There seems to be a cluster of them that get closer and closer to Red Wings. Candles and small offerings (flowers, dressings, and hand-made jewelry from wood and plants) can occasionally be seen near them.

◉ There will also be small spring gatherings held in parks where people will be happy to share their food and enjoy the new plants that have sprung up throughout the city. (Assuming that your allergies aren't being set off, anyway!) The Displaced are welcome to attend!

◉ On a more somber and serious note, non-violent protests have begun to spring up around the city in response to the situation on Mars. The people working on the Mars colony have been mistreated and forced into horrible conditions, and it seems more and more likely that the government is trying to keep that quiet and act as if things are better when they're really not. The protests are kept small in number by design, mainly because the people involved don't want to get immediately shut down by the NAPD -- or worse, have the UNA step in. They mainly take the form of people standing outside of campaign offices, though instead of handwritten signs, they're able to project digital versions with their implants.

Some NPC members of Morningstar who recently relocated to New Amsterdam will be involved in these protests as well. Any characters who feel strongly about this issue, want to learn more if they're new and uninformed, or who are simply interested in getting to know other Morningstar members better should feel free to participate. (Note: While we won't be able to thread out NPC interactions, feel free to use the questions thread below to discuss with us how your character would be received by these NPCs if you're interested in that!)

> SAFEHOUSE

Located under an abandoned hover-bike garage, access to the safehouse is a hatch in the floor beside a rusted set of metal shelves that used to hold tools and supplies. The immediate area is similarly abandoned: full of rundown and dilapidated warehouses and forgotten businesses, where numerous people squat in hopes of having some stability because they can't afford a place themselves. Gaby will be around, ready to greet as many of the new arrivals as she can and get them settled in. Brusque and no-nonsense, she'll be open to questions, but will advise the newcomers to ask the people who brought them in for the beginning bits of information. Newbies can also contact El through zeir inbox, if needed.

The safehouse is a large space with multiple rooms for storage, with the largest of the rooms 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.

◉ There is a mini-bar set up in the kitchen. The quality of the alcohol inside is akin to what someone might get from the well at a bar, but it's well-stocked. There will also be some dye set within reach of the mini-bar for anyone looking for some Irish cheer to add to their beverages. This is courtesy of Gaby, as per usual!

◉ While the kitchen has basic foods and necessities, anyone looking for a jolt of caffeine from coffee or tea will find themselves sorely lacking. The only tea present is herbal in nature, and caffeine appears to be almost nonexistent in most of the beverages lying around.

◉ Gaby will make it clear to all new arrivals that if they have any requests or queries, they should contact her or El. Either she or El will explain that they've been given a modest stipend of credits to help them get by until they can find a job. This will be enough to cover their living expenses for about a month while they hang out in the safehouse, if they're careful with budgeting.

◉ 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 do not have access to the internet until their ID is setup. They only have limited access because they're present in the safehouse, but they can't surf the rest of the internet, check out Cooltalk, or watch the equivalent of Netflix until their ID is made.

◉ New characters cannot leave the safehouse at this time. The hatch is locked tight for them, making it impossible for them to get out for the next four days while they're locked inside. There won't be any immediately obvious ways to cut their way out through turning off the power.

New characters will not be allowed to leave the safehouse until MARCH 26 ICLY (MARCH 23 OOCLY). 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

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 MARCH 26 ICLY (MARCH 23 OOCLY). 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 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 March calendar rundown for a look at things happening this month, as well as some additional notes from the mods.

Something else to keep in mind is that on Monday, March 16th we'll be putting up a Metaplot Engagement Post, which will have a focus on how to integrate all players into the metaplot as well as take suggestions on future events and the direction you'd like the game to go. This will be open to everyone in-game, old players and new players alike, so please keep an eye out for it!

As we announced here, AC will be check-in only this month due to the state of the world right now. If you've taken a hiatus, this counts as your check-in, but otherwise please feel free to relax for the rest of the month. In addition, the HMD will be moved to next month. New players accepted in March will only have to submit 10 comments across 2-4 threads for the April 2020 AC (which goes up on May 1, 2020).

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[personal profile] championofsnark 2020-04-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Hawke's accent sounds equivalent to an Earth British, light and quick in her droll tone, but the majority of people on Earth probably knows at least what the game is. It may make it very obvious she's not from around here, and arguably it should be that Hawke be smarter and not be so patently obvious, but that would require her to be far more cautious than she is. Mostly, she sees this as idle conversation with a very interesting looking fellow.]

Oh, alright, armor in case the ball or the bat hit him? That makes sense.

[The ball is going rather fast. Hawke might be able to catch it, but if not, it would hurt for certain. He's right in a position he probably wouldn't want to be hit in too. She wrinkles her nose when he says a no-contact sport. What fun is that? Oh well, she's not going to see a brawl out of this then.

It's a very good and direct explanation. She is piecing together what he's saying with what she's observed.]


Everyone's so enthusiastic about it. Wouldn't it be more fun to play than to watch?
inherited: (sassy hip yo)

[personal profile] inherited 2020-04-03 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow, Percy's just going to keep going, huh? Riku's hand falls to his hip, eyebrows pinching together. What's he even supposed to say to that?

Well, this:]
Uhhh, you know what? I'll pass. Leaving it as a surprise means that the troublemakers won't know that I'm coming. [Not that he's much of a wrangler, not unless he really stretches the limits of what a keyblade master is expected to do.

Which, well, he does. In some senses.]


As for the whole story, let's say I'm a retired troublemaker, and switched careers. The rest? You'll get down the line. For now, why don't we settle on names? I'm Riku.

[Though Percy strikes Riku as the type to ... forget that step, chattering along like he has to be a mile ahead of everyone.

Words spoken-wise, anyway.

(And don't worry about your references, Percy: Riku doesn't get 'em anyway.)]
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[personal profile] tombstruck 2020-04-03 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Earth, yeah. London. ⟪ she doesn't sound too fond. ⟫ You?

she can practically feel her hands getting sweaty at the mention of the empathy bond, but she also doesn't want to chicken out. there has got to be a way to keep that thing under wraps, and she's not going to find it out by avoiding it forever.

You feel whatever the other person's feeling, right? ⟪ kitty does actually extend her hand, and if he takes it –– there's determination first, a good helping of stubborn pride, and an onslaught of loss third. she's had a right proper shit week even before the whole kidnapping thing had happened. she's not really going to be too keen to draw it out.
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[personal profile] tombstruck 2020-04-03 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds okay. ⟪ right. teenagers doing things in their free time. she should look into that.

Biggest drawback, aside from the kidnapping and the brain surgery?

she tucks the corners in tight on her end.
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[personal profile] tombstruck 2020-04-03 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm just not done back home.

that's kind of the crux of it. the company's dead, sure, and they were nothing but graverobbers in the end, greedy and stupid, and her along with them. but the magicians are still in power.

But if there's no going back, and I don't really think there is, you're pretty much completely right. We can't just... not live.

and in the middle of that existential crisis: ⟫ I'm Kitty, by the way.
variate: (One word. Just one.)

[personal profile] variate 2020-04-03 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ you want his real, honest-to-goodness opinion here, Kitty? because you're about to get it.

his voice remains steady, low and quiet as he diligently goes about finishing the bed.
]

Corruption.
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-04-04 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Not Earth. It does not exist in my galaxy, but a great number of Displaced are from Earth.

[ she doesn't look very happy about the prospect, which is a mood honestly. cassian hates it. he's hated it since day one, but he's always been good at keeping a handle on his emotions. the bond has just shifted how he does it. ]

To our dismay. [ he confirms it, reaching out to shake her hand. from his end, she'll feel a quiet sense of loss too, like it's always there, but it's offset by curiosity. he always puts that feeling to the forefront. the secret is making any and all handshakes really fast; he grasps her hand for two, three seconds tops, before pulling it away. it's an experience that never gets any better, no matter how used to it you are. ] It does not happen with natives, luckily. Small mercies.

[personal profile] ex_defenestratings377 2020-04-04 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ her expression pinches. even staying briefly sounds like too long to abigail without freedom to leave at will, but the idea of being compelled to do so makes her skin crawl more. at least choosing to go is some semblance of free will.

she notes his name, decides she doesn't feel like giving hers right now. ]


Do I have to go now?
impede: (hahahaha i goaded you into doing a thing)

[personal profile] impede 2020-04-05 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
A truly entertaining effort. You see, wallets haven't even made it to this time as a fashion accessory. I've read that some people tried, but without much use, they've fallen by the wayside for, oh, several centuries. [It's a bit cruel to have told her to do this in the first place, but he can't help it. Sometimes one simply has to follow their instincts. And, in a lot of ways, it's important. She'll learn a lot.]

Of course, I could have warned you, but it's better for you to learn by experience. It's a good crash course in the world where you've ended up.

[A beat.]

Oh, I should be more frank about one part of it. When I made my suggestion, I meant it lightly. But since you're newly arrived, you wouldn't be able to deny it just the same.
bloodbathing: (f: 004)

[personal profile] bloodbathing 2020-04-05 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he isn't awake when she arrives, Maine figures he'll wake up the moment she approaches the foot of his bed. Not out of choice, but out of habit. Or maybe his generally shitty sleep here will throw him for another loop. Maybe he'll snooze right through it.

It's a discomforting thought that he quickly pushes aside. No need to worry about softened reflexes if it hasn't even happened.

He inclines his head in another little nod. There's a slight pause before he gives his own name, and the way he says it is a bit stiff: ]


Jónsson.

[ Not the name he was born with. Not the code name he was assigned, either. A new name for a new, unknown universe.

Then, curious at how she was able to peg him as an early riser: ]


You military?
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[personal profile] monomachy 2020-04-05 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[She notes his tone, but doesn't comment on it. She knows that some displaced had chosen a new name, or at least an old one, upon arriving here. It's one of the many favors Morningstar grants them: the opportunity to start a new life under a new identity. Diana had chosen to keep her own name out of sentiment, but that doesn't mean that's Jónsson's situation. Perhaps he just isn't used to giving his name out at all.

She crosses her arms loosely over her chest and cocks one hip to the side. It's a casual pose, a practiced one. She's working on being more open about who she is and where she's from, but he's also just arrived. Introducing herself as an immortal Amazonian warrior isn't how she prefers to start acquaintanceships.]


I'm a soldier.

[She leaves it at that, but not past tense. Even here, with part of her powers locked away, that's still how she sees herself. She tilts her head just so, and asks:]

You too?

[She does feel like she knows the answer, but confirmation is always nice.]
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[personal profile] strove 2020-04-05 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, I like to make sure someone can handle the information. We're in your future, or a future, to be more exact. It's hard to say if it's anyone's future. [Because it is decidedly not Clarke's. Humanity hadn't made it this far on Earth. They killed it before they ever had the chance.]

It's the year 2512, and you're in a city called New Amsterdam.

[personal profile] ex_defenestratings377 2020-04-05 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ that is much the same of what cassian told her, what everyone has told her, but she can't help seeking a different answer. if only because the actual answer sounds too far-fetched. she can use the neural implant but that doesn't mean she wants to believe she's 500 years in the future in some terrible futuristic hellscape.

she breathes out like a sigh. ]


Could've left my hair.

[ that is what makes her feel the most vulnerable. she feels naked without a long curtain of hair to hide behind. ]

[personal profile] ex_defenestratings377 2020-04-05 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ her head shakes, short. ]

I've never had a job.

[ she'd almost, once, when she was a teenager, but her mom had wanted her to focus on school and her father didn't particularly encourage anything that would keep her from home.

after, well, no one was going to hire the girl whose dad was a cannibal. ]

[personal profile] ex_defenestratings377 2020-04-05 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Bloomington, Minnesota.

[ she doesn't expect him to recognize it. not because it's apparently been wiped off the map entirely, but because who the fuck thinks about bloomington minnesota? ever?

no one, that's who. ]


It has the Mall of America.

[personal profile] ex_defenestratings377 2020-04-05 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ her hand lifts to tug at the baby fine hairs at the back of her neck, fingers cold from the ice water making her shiver as she returns her hand to the glass. frankly, the near buzz cut suits her elfin features, makes her eyes look bigger and bluer like a disney princess, but she misses being able to hide behind her hair.

and her neck is cold. ]


Do you think we can tell how long people have been here by the state of their hair?
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[personal profile] lucubrare 2020-04-05 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cass lights up when she sees Nill waving at her. One of her favorite people! And she's free from work so she can talk as long as she wants, even better.

She'd been looking at the various shrines trying to figure out if she knows the people depicted. If she's depicted.

Of course she's got no ideas as to what she'd do if one of them turned out to be of her, or her brothers, or anyone she knows. ]


Hi! It's going okay.

[ She waits until Nill is closer and there aren't any obvious eavesdroppers before she continues: ]

All the newbies came to the bar during my shift.
Edited 2020-04-05 07:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kgbs 2020-04-05 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not know what that is.

( his accent didn't give it away? )

What is a Mall of America?
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[personal profile] bloodbathing 2020-04-05 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Broad shoulders rise in a light shrug. Maine enjoys watching the game, sure, but he gets where this stranger's coming from. Would rather be in the thick of things himself — preferably at-bat, ready to slam the ball straight out of the park. ]

Lot of people can't. Don't have skills.

[ Plus, there's a certain appeal to watching someone who's mastered what they're doing. Like watching Carolina doing speed training, or watching Wyoming at a sniper's range.

He studies the stranger for a moment more, dropping his gaze to her gloves. Thinks about it for a second, then decides he might as well take a chance. Lowers his voice so that it's quieter as he asks, ]


New here?
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2020-04-06 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, Cassandra could use a drink too. She takes Hawke up on her offer, sipping at a slightly more moderated pace as she tries to wrap her head around it all. It's difficult to take in; slightly less so (if more unsettling) when she remembers what Dorian and the Inquisitor had told her of Redcliffe, and the dark future they had averted there. If multiple versions of the world are possible, existing one alongside the others, does that mean...?

Hawke's exaggerated confidence at least serves as a distraction, and earns her a good-natured eyeroll and a shake of Cassandra's head. But when she speaks of her own death, Cassandra stills.

She sets her ale down slowly, silent for a long moment before she speaks. ]


It was...the Fade.

[ She risks a glance at Hawke, and then away. ]

We were outmatched. You volunteered to stay behind. To sacrifice yourself. The Inquisitor did not want to hear it, not at first, but...

You saved us all.
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2020-04-06 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ She may not know what she's doing here, but if nothing else, Cassandra knows how to listen. She lets Marta speak, lets her get out everything she wants to say, or is trying to say. When she's finished, she nods, taking a moment to think before replying. ]

I don't think anyone is asking any of us to be "okay" with any of this. I know I'm not. [ She smiles, small, but hopefully the honesty, the solidarity, is comforting. ] It is frightening. Upsetting. It is all right to...feel that.

Have you just arrived here, as I did?
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2020-04-06 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
The...vehicle.

[ She says the word carefully, uncertainly - it's as unfamiliar to her as space station. But at least now she has context, and she brightens, buoyed as much by the fact that he's actually initiating conversation as by her putting the pieces together. ]

The carriage. What did they call it - a "van"? [ She shakes her head. ] When I awoke I was already inside. I have not spoken to anyone who remembers anything more.
chocolateries: (douze.)

[personal profile] chocolateries 2020-04-06 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that doesn't mean anything and they both know it. there was a giant war after the original titan war, she doesn't know if the oracle spit out another prophecy about the world ending in fire and ice because giants decided that reboots really are cool.

THEY'RE NOT.

(side note: if aprhodite was born from ouranos' junk falling into the sea and the giants were born from his blood falling on gaia does that make aphrodite half-siblings with giants and does that mean they're all silena's uncles why isn't chiron here to answer all her questions!)

silena decides to take it in stride for now, packing down her emotions to spread out carefully on the floor later. right now the focus is on answering annabeth's questions. ]


It's called New Amsterdam, not in the same place as Old Amsterdam. This place, [ she gestures around. ] Is called Red Wings because people care about Detroit now, I guess?
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[personal profile] bloodbathing 2020-04-06 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A carriage? Maine's briefly puzzled in turn, his mind jumping to various types of weapons rather than a passenger vehicle. Then it clicks: he realizes she must be from a place far less technologically advanced than his universe.

Not the first time it's happened. Still a little odd to think about. From what little Maine saw of the world outside, it doesn't look too different from urban areas on colonies like Reach. Maybe he should consider himself lucky.

(Maybe he should, but he doesn't.) ]


Can't remember either. [ He sits back a bit, brow furrowed as he thinks about it. ] No blank period. Just woke up.
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[personal profile] bloodbathing 2020-04-07 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Diana shifts her stance, Maine notices for the first time that he's still sitting on the floor. His hands have dropped, but his legs are still in position to continue his workout. Not really surprising: it's the first time he's paused to have a conversation with someone. Still, he guesses he should probably move.

So he does — deliberately, and a little slower than he'd move if he were alone. Experience has taught him that people tend to see him as a bigger threat (literally) once he starts moving, and he's not trying to intimidate her. He just wants to sit on the edge of his cot.

He nods in response to her question. Notes the present tense and doesn't press for an explanation. Maybe she's enlisted with the government here; maybe she's not. It doesn't invalidate what she is. ]


Marine. Spec Ops.

[ For all that Project Freelancer turned out to be a well-dressed lie, Maine still holds onto that designation. It was his before the Project, and it's still his now. ]

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