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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).

veraz: (hair back; ew)

after the 26th

[personal profile] veraz 2020-03-15 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Hello.

[ Marta has been outside trying to acquaint herself with the world when she ran headlong into a protest. ]

You are Gaby, yes? Could I ask you about something I saw today?
bloodbathing: (f: 152)

[personal profile] bloodbathing 2020-03-15 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not the kind of response Maine expected. His smile fades as he watches Ephemera work to … what? Compose himself? Maine's not sure. He's not concerned, precisely — it takes a while for him to care enough to feel that. But he does wonder if he's misstepped somehow.

Truthfully, it's been a while since Maine tried to get to know someone just for the hell of it. Sure, he got better at socializing on the station, but that was a completely different environment. There was an undercurrent to nearly every new meeting there, thick with the unspoken understanding that they were all trying to accomplish the same goal. Anyone who wanted to complete their card needed other people.

And Maine adapted. He had to. Here and now, however, he wonders if he's accidentally been flirting or something.

Ephemera lowers his hand and speaks again. Maine hums in wordless understanding and picks up the bottle. Pours them each another shot. ]


It's fine. [ Reassurance. Not something Maine offers to many. ] Not a big talker.

[ An understatement.

Most of the questions Maine has seem too personal or too revealing. Things he might ask once he has a few more drinks in him, but can't bring himself to voice just yet. So he's about to brush the offer aside when a roar comes up from the crowd. He turns to look. Sees someone in the ring with their fists raised in victory.

Right. He'd been trying to figure out the point of the fights. ]


Get paid for that?

[ Said with a nod towards the ring. ]
bloodbathing: (f: 064)

[personal profile] bloodbathing 2020-03-15 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ It says something about what Maine is accustomed to that he doesn't leap back or gasp in surprise. He raises his eyebrows and looks the transparent wall up and down. Reaches out when Angela gives him permission, laying his palm flat upon it. It feels solid. Like there's an actual wall where there was nothing before.

He gives it a little push; it holds. Knocks the back of his fist against it like he's rapping firmly on a door; it still holds. ]


Nice.

[ His tone says far more than the word. He sounds impressed. ]

How strong is it?
unlucky7: (STATUS :: Cocky)

[personal profile] unlucky7 2020-03-15 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
It'll hold up against most physical hits. Impact damage like a hammer dents it. It'll stop a bullet, but sustained fire or higher calibers will break it. Haven't seen if it could stop a vehicle.

[Her signs are rattled off matter-of-fact, no underselling or exaggeration to be found. It's the kind of ability that's useful to the right people and by extension, makes her useful.

Perhaps it's also telling, though the link between ones power and personality isn't stated in the guide. People can come to their own conclusions about who she is and what she can do.]


I can set it horizontally too, it'll hold weight. I can't get too far from it though.

[She considers his muscles and grins a bit.]

Give it a few hits if you want. You look solid, I'm curious how it'll hold.

[If he does take a shot or a few, it'll stand up to the blows. Like real bulletproof glass, it'll absorb the blows and bend before breaking, far more likely to hurt him first.]
bloodbathing: (f: 118)

[personal profile] bloodbathing 2020-03-15 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a damn useful power, for sure. Sounds like Angela's utilized it quite a bit. Impressive as it is, it's not a power that Maine thinks he'd want. It'd be helpful, of course, but he doubts he'd use it much in a fight. Too defensive. Too much like retreating. Unless Angela can use it to ram things…

He's pulled from his thoughts when she suggests he take a swing at it. He snorts and presses his fingertips against the cool surface, noting again how solid it feels. Might hurt his hands. But then, his hands are used to that.

He shrugs a shoulder and nods, a wordless, "Sure." Then he steps back slightly and throws a punch.

There are a few things Angela might notice. The first: Maine has clearly been trained and knows how to throw a punch. The second: he's holding back. The third: the blow still hits hard enough to knock someone out.

When the shield doesn't shatter, Maine loosens up a bit. Hits it a few more times, harder than the first. He never puts anything close to his full strength behind it: he doesn't want to injure himself or risk smashing through and striking Angela. However, they're still solid blows; when he lowers his fists, he looks impressed. ]
requiemshark: (007)

[personal profile] requiemshark 2020-03-15 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not so long ago, Ephemera could have handled this just fine. He's good at talking to people, or at least he can be when he stays focused. Not quite like Hunter was—everyone liked Hunter—but Ephemera did all right. Enjoyed going out among strangers, getting them to laugh. Used to flirt his ass off at bars just to see what happened. Not anymore. But he could pretend, still. He was decent at pretending if he stayed on track.

Yeah, well. It's different now.

He takes another shot. Swallows it down and focuses on the burn, on the warm feeling that's starting to spread through him.

Good. That's better. ]


Yeah. Money's decent.

[ And he likes fighting. Likes the satisfaction that comes from surviving it. Ephemera nods slowly, some of the tension bleeding from his shoulders. It's an easier topic than trying to think about the war, and all the shit back home. ]

Some of the fighters are, too. Most of them don't go hard enough to really hurt anyone. But a couple are good. Worth paying attention to.
kgbs: (S E V E N T Y F O U R)

illya kuryakin ( ota )

[personal profile] kgbs 2020-03-15 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
▶ 01. BAR HOPPER

( illya doesn't really conform to the whole bar concept. he doesn't show up to drink and watch sports on the myriad of televisions that they've put up. instead, illya takes his handmade chess set (thank you, daisy) and brings it to a booth and sets it up.

there's no one playing him right now but that doesn't matter. he can still study the board, still move pieces here and there while he contemplates the board and his strategy.

when a server comes by and makes a comment on his primitive game, illya scowls and sends them away with a flick of his hand. he hasn't had a good game of chess in a long, long time so if he has to play by himself, he will.

he is his best opponent, after all. )


▶ PETROV PUTZIN'

( he's been working for the petrovs for awhile and things have been going well. he's managed to ingratiate himself into their good graces by doing job after job and never questioning them. he takes direction without argument and proves himself to be a steady and assured employee.

tonight, they're holding a gathering for st patrick's day that's spilled out onto the street in front of the building. illya's job is to mostly make sure nothing gets out of hand so that's precisely what happens.

things get out of hand, a fight starts, he gets himself in the middle of it and takes a sharp punch to the jaw that just...makes him angry. he grabs for the thrower of said punch and slams him back against a wall, holding him there while others try and break the altercation up.

the man against the wall tries to get loose but with his anger flowing, illya's too strong for him. the only thing that jars him is when someone puts a hand on his shoulder and illya reacts, dropping the man he's holding and turning around to swing at the interloper.

too bad it's someone he works with. too bad it's someone much higher up in the hierarchy. illya's widen and he apologizes but he's dragged away by some lower level members, battered with something blunt and told to go home and they'd be in contact.

and, he listens. as always, he listens and he gets up, bloody nose and all he starts home.

well, that was a terrible night. )


▶ 03. WILDCARD

( feel free to throw other things at me, if you'd like. i'm at [plurk.com profile] spoonishly for plotting. )
heliophilous: (077)

marcos diaz ( ota )

[personal profile] heliophilous 2020-03-15 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
▶ 01. RED WINGS

( sitting at a bar and watching two sports teams that he doesn't know a thing about feels like one of the more normal things he's done lately. there's a half drunk glass of beer in front of him, one that marcos intends to finish, while he tries to keep his attention focused on the game.

it's not really working. he's never really been a fan of things like this but he's trying and this seems like a good place to be to meet new people and see if anyone needed help.

everyone seems to be in good spirits right now, engaging in drinking and revelry which is nice to see. marcos keeps mostly to himself, observing more than anything. he sips from his mug every so often, nodding when he notices someone familiar but mostly he stays back. )


▶ 02. AROUND TOWN

( the protests catch marcos' attention more than anything else. they bring back memories of a time years ago, of a july day that changed everything for mutants. he worries that these protests could get to that point if just one thing crosses the line and turns it into something violent and aggressive.

the protests that marcos remembers had been peaceful too until one thing had happened and they were suddenly not.

he stays back, away from most of the protesting because he doesn't want to get involved but he can't help but watch just in case something goes pear shaped. there are a few members of morningstar among them which makes marcos frown. a few of them try and get him to join in but he shakes his head and continues to keep his distance.

right now, everything about these look safe and settled but he knows. and he just wants to be prepared if things change. )


▶ 03. WILDCARD

( feel free to throw something else at me. i'm at [plurk.com profile] spoonishly for plotting and questions. )
unlucky7: (STATUS :: Interested)

[personal profile] unlucky7 2020-03-15 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[If that's him holding back, Ginia knows she doesn't want to be on the receiving end of a punch. Someone's trained him well. Maybe he's modded up in some way too. by appearances alone, he's someone ideal version of a supersoldier. But sometime size and muscle are purely natural. Sometimes someone wins the genetic lottery.

Does he have trouble bumping his knees against things? His height makes it seem like that would a common problem.

Ginia grins when he lowers his fists. She dismisses the barrier with a thought, the glow from her chest vanishing.]


I definitely don't want to get in a fight with you. I bet trucks hit like you.
magicalglowstick: (74)

[personal profile] magicalglowstick 2020-03-15 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[At this point, with the bar already being crowded enough as is for all the festivities (Fenris wasn't here to partake, but to drink), people are struggling to get around them. Most are too drunk to do anything but awkwardly squeeze themselves through, but a couple look as if they're about to say something, only to think better of it when they see the two irritated men staring each other down. It's only a matter of time before someone gets fed up enough, but for now, the stalemate continues.

Stubbornly, perhaps not exactly talking about the other's 'suggestion' to get some manners, but also making a declaration that he wasn't going to move:]


No.

[Is he only five-ten to this man's what, seven-feet? Yes. Is that going to stop him? Absolutely not. Fenris remains where he is as if he matched the other man in both height and stature.]
feralist: (LAxQsW2)

John Murphy - The 100

[personal profile] feralist 2020-03-15 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
➊- 🅐🅡🅡🅘🅥🅐🅛/🅡🅔🅓🅦🅘🅝🅖🅢 (ota to 1 newbie and ota ∞ current players)

(Murphy is a cliche. He's a typical DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO kind of asshole. He used to be a little underling, doing anything for Bellamy's attention. Then they hanged him and he realized that people aren't worth it.

So when he's following orders without thinking about it-- he actually starts thinking about it. Why can't he-- why can't he break away?

He floats around the bar, not sure if he should talk to anyone or not. His tongue still feels heavy. He sees another person from the truck and whispers to them,)


Hey, do you have any idea what's going on?

(Unhappy with their answer, he moves onto someone drinking from a large glass, someone who seems to have been here for awhile. He's never seen anything like the pint before-- how weird is that? All the cups he's never seen were mis-matched and looked as if they were made by hand or used to belong to another set. Nothing so nice. He's gazing at it (probably because he's drugged))

My mouth is real dry, can... do you have anything for that?

➋-🅢🅐🅕🅔🅗🅞🅤🅢🅔 🅓🅐🅨 🅞🅝🅔

(Murphy slumps onto a cot and pulls off the weird logo shirt off (it stays BLUEJAYS, which, he has no idea what the fuck that is, nor what a Red Wing was). He pulls on another shirt, which reminds him of the stuff they had on the Ark. Thin from wear, muted colors. Either from dirt, wear, washing. He sighs and kicks the shoes off. Turning to the cot next to him, he notices someone looking at their new clothes.)

Wanna trade? (He's got a shit-eating grin. There is no other such thing for him.)

➋-🅢🅐🅕🅔🅗🅞🅤🅢🅔 🅓🅐🅨 🅕🅞🅤🅡 (clarke or bellamy?)

(He sees the familiar face and squints.)

So I'm not in hell. Or at least, not Dante's hell. (Thank Bellamy and all his knowledge of the classics for that one.) Or I am, since it's you.
tombstruck: (027)

[personal profile] tombstruck 2020-03-15 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
when he startles and turns, she tries to smile, just to show that she didn't mean to sneak up on him. it's not going great, she doesn't really have it in her right now. she's eying the pizza, too – it smells delicious, and it's not something she'd often spent money on when she'd been living alone.

I came in with the most recent batch.

that much she's understood by now.

That's kind of why I'm asking. I don't really know what to expect out there. ⟪ kitty shrugs. ⟫ So if you want to talk about the things you've been considering, I'm all ears.
tombstruck: (083)

[personal profile] tombstruck 2020-03-15 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

she sighs, relieved if not exactly happy yet, and taps on over to the kettle, and begins to fiddle with a box of tea. but she's only half-focused on that.

Are you cold? ⟪ 'cause of the blanket. ⟫ Or just trying to keep a grip on... everything?
veraz: (eating; nnnno)

arrival / redwings

[personal profile] veraz 2020-03-15 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Marta's expression is slightly startled rabbit in headlights when John approaches her, but the question makes sense and she relaxes a bit. Her arms go from crossed across her chest to down at her sides, and she leans in his direction. ]

I think we've been drugged.

[ That much, at least, she's certain of. ] I'm a bit panicked? But my heart isn't as racing as it should be. And I've never been to a city that looks like this, with buildings this tall. I don't understand it.

[ She reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. ] How about you? Are you okay?

[ Well. As okay as anyone in their weird and uncomfortable situation can be. ]
veraz: (standing; coffee)

[personal profile] veraz 2020-03-15 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
No problem.

[ Marta shakes her head at the question and hikes the blanket over her shoulders a little better. ]

Stressed, mostly. Part of me is worried I've been poisoned and am losing my mind in an asylum somewhere.
tombstruck: (100)

[personal profile] tombstruck 2020-03-15 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
she pours the still-hot water over the stuff in her mug, picks out a plate, and balances over to the table, seating herself across from marta –

and reaches for a pastry.


That's... something I haven't considered yet. ⟪ doesn't make her look any more comfortable with the thought. ⟫ That's not something anyone's ever tried to do to you, is it?
lucubrare: ((comics) 61)

cassandra cain 🦇 dc comics 🦇 ota

[personal profile] lucubrare 2020-03-15 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Red Wings

[ There's a lot of people here for the opening of baseball season. Cass knows so very little about sports that it is almost comical, but she's good at small talk and figuring out who is good at their roles on the field and who needs some warming up first.

The magic of being able to read body language. Useful in discussing sports!

She's available to Red Wings regulars, newcomers, and new arrivals. To anyone who seems to be looking around and not watching the game, she comes around with a small sampler tray of beers. ]


Would you like one? On the house.

[ More like Cass is gonna pay for it, but clearly at least some of these folks are newcomers, and everyone could use a drink. ]

Wildcard!

[ Feel free to see Cass in the safehouse bringing in food, asking people where they're from, and getting a general sense of how folks are doing! She's part of the welcome committee so she's interested in finding out what kind of foods people like and letting them know that there will be a potluck later in the week!

Cass can also be found checking out the fertility symbols and shrines to the Displaced, leaving flowers at both because why not? Trying pinching her on St. Patrick's Day! Come by Redwings on a less insane afternoon! The world is your oyster. ]
strove: (you like fried eggs?)

day four

[personal profile] strove 2020-03-15 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I did tell you once that hell's big enough for the both of us. [Though Clarke has no way of knowing if Murphy remembers that at all. The truth of the matter is that it's time for them to figure it out. Piece it together. Murphy being here at all is an uncertain thing. After all, he had both betrayed her and then went back on it within a short period of time.

The Murphy Way. (Often, The Clarke Way, so.)]


How're you settling in here? It looks like you're almost out.

[Like with Bellamy, she'd offer him a place to stay. But Clarke has a feeling that putting Murphy in the same household as her (and her roommate, Eugenides) would be a nightmare. Probably better to not extend that favor.]
veraz: (knives; tears)

[personal profile] veraz 2020-03-15 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Marta shakes her head quickly. ]

No. I mean. We were definitely drugged.

[ But the rest of it? ] It's probably that my imagination is overactive. This is all so...strange? Almost impossible. I keep expecting to wake up back home.

[ Marta shrugs a shoulder and takes a sip of her tea. ]

What about you? How are you doing?
strove: (and sometimes he has bad ideas)

red wings

[personal profile] strove 2020-03-15 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps unsurprisingly, Clarke is in the middle of some busywork while she hears the bit about the wallet. Of course, wallets weren't a standard of her time on the Ark, as they traded in rations and goods, but they aren't a standard here, either. It's the type of thing that stands out all the more to someone who doesn't come from a money-based economy.

The only good thing is that while the bar is busy and crowded, no one's going to pay attention to one person saying entirely the wrong thing. She closes the various applications she's working in and slips one seat closer to Marta.]


Hey, did you just get here?

[The message from El tipped everyone off that there could be newbies coming, but it's hard to tell with how busy it is on game day.]

Here in many senses.
bloodbathing: (f: 095)

[personal profile] bloodbathing 2020-03-15 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maine snorts a laugh, lips curling up slightly in a smile. He's proud of his body. Proud of the work he's put into it; proud of the weapon he's created. It's taken years of unrelenting discipline to reach this point, and he's (finally) satisfied with the results.

He rolls a shoulder in a half-shrug, the smile still lingering. ]


Big guy.

[ It may sound like an understatement, but it's how Maine views himself. He's not "massive" or "giant"; he's just big. ]

Shield's good. [ "Shield," not wall or even power. Subconsciously equating it to an armor enhancement used by a teammate. ] Versatile.
veraz: (knives; unsure)

[personal profile] veraz 2020-03-15 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Marta startles, a little, at having an employee suddenly speak to her but she recovers and nods, swallowing once and shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans ].

Yeah. Is it...is it really obvious? [ She chews on her bottom lip nervously. ] They said "Go inside and you'll make some new friends. They'll help with the rest." What's the rest?

[ What the hell is going on here and why can't she just...run screaming from all of it. Or wake up? Waking up would be better. ]
tombstruck: (093)

[personal profile] tombstruck 2020-03-15 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
she nods – it's true, she's not really expected this to be anything but a dream. a weird, fucked up dream brought on by inhaling a little too much grave mold. better yet, a horrible nightmare brought on by eating a bit too heavy before sleeping. she'd wake up in her tiny rented room, head to work at mr. pennyfeather's.

yeah, good luck with that. she takes a sip of the tea, feels the warmth of it curl in her stomach.

how is she doing?


I don't know. ⟪ her pastry now lies untouched on her plate before her. area teenager grappling with where to even begin. ⟫ It was already pretty bad before I got here.

she rubs her face. honestly, she's probably too drained to cry, but she's not taking any chances here. ⟫ I guess I don't really have an option except for starting over. Do you have any plans yet?
vns: (Quinze)

[personal profile] vns 2020-03-15 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah, the outside world. Gaby assumes it could be anything, really. ]

Sure.

[ she nods, invites Marta closer. ]

What was it?

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