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meadowlarklogs2020-06-06 02:01 pm
- !event log,
- dragon age: cassandra pentaghast,
- dragon age: inquisitor trevelyan,
- dragon age: marian hawke,
- kingdom hearts: riku,
- kingdom hearts: roxas,
- kingdom hearts: sora,
- original: ian fowler,
- overwatch: soldier 76 (jack morrison),
- persona: goro akechi,
- riordan mythos: silena beauregard,
- star wars: jyn erso,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the magicians: quentin coldwater,
- the man from uncle: gaby teller,
- uncharted: nathan drake
EVENT #009 AFTERMATH LOG
WHERE: New Amsterdam, a train, and New Magellan.
WHEN: May 3, 2512
WHAT: The aftermath of the simulation.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Mentions of monsters, as well as deaths and memorials.
The simulation ends abruptly. Whether someone was in the cold and artificially lit underground New Amsterdam or rushing the work camps to set every inch of them on fire, they'll wake up wherever they were before the simulation started. Given that it came down midday, many are likely to either be at work or enjoying a day off. The city takes a couple hours to "wake up" and "recover" from the long and traumatic period of time. Many of the New Amsterdam citizens will have to check a calendar to see how long it's been, and they'll also want to take care of any bodily functions and shove some food into their faces. While Judas' Suspended Animation helped a lot in this arena, everyone who's waking up will have to make up the difference for themselves.
After a couple hours left in recovery, people all around New Amsterdam flock to the streets to take in the state of the world. Numerous local corporations send out messages announcing that all employees will be paid for their time spent in the simulation, and that everyone will have a brief reprieve from work while New Amsterdam takes inventory on itself. Anyone in corporate jobs will have five days to take care of themselves, while anyone working in restaurants or lower-end jobs will only have two days to get themselves back together before they're expected to return to work.
Once everyone takes to the streets, they'll find a New Amsterdam covered in green and trees. It marks a striking difference to the cold, lifeless underground New Amsterdam that was present in the simulation. Many take to camping out on the first night, relishing the fresh air and lack of bustling city life that New Amsterdam has to offer. These same campers will need to move the following morning, but there will be little enforcement of any quick movement on that front.
On a more somber note, Governor Lydia Gill-Jade gives her final address to the city. She announces that New Amsterdam is the strongest megacity in the world, and that it's ready to persevere and prevail over any and all obstacles. She asks that everyone remember the lives lost when the simulation was lifted. By now, there are a couple hundred deaths reported, and among them are Katelin Jovavich and Matek Kattan (AKA "Ball"). Memorials spring up around the city in honor of these losses. At the end of her address, Gill-Jade declares that she's stepping down as Governor of New Amsterdam, effective immediately.
Thanks to Ian, the simulation has come to an end in New Amsterdam. Anyone who went into the laboratory will need an exit strategy. What comes next? Daenerys will be setting off an EMP bomb as everyone leaves the laboratory, and will have set a large majority of the monsters on fire. But what about any that might be chasing them out, and how do they prevent them from following? It's time to have a plan to get out of dodge, so to speak. That's assuming that anyone has a plan. The accelerated timeline has meant that everyone is moving without having all the bricks laid.
Either way, now that Cassius has been transferred and is mostly secure in the hands of the Displaced, it's probably a good idea to not dawdle for too long. The lab is thoroughly on fire, the monsters are up for a chase, and it's time to get moving. Should they leave the building itself burning in the meantime? Then again, is that really anyone's biggest concern?
The problem is: where to? A quick hop back to New Amsterdam won't be on the horizon. The gate there is still down after the event, as recovering it fell by the wayside. If anyone wants to visit New Amsterdam, they'll have to fast travel to a city close by (New Prague is a great choice!) and take a train ride home.
That's right: it's train log time again!
While people are either heading back from their adventures abroad or eating a lot of protein to boost their energy, there is still that little problem with the gate in New Amsterdam. Tony Stark identified the missing objects there, but the acceleration of everything meant that the gate never got fixed up. Now, it's up to the Displaced to put together how to make this gate work! If they have a relic sitting at home, wouldn't it be worth trying to see if they can slot it back in there? It might take a bit of teamwork, but this is the type of puzzle the Displaced can piece together.
The only thing that the Displaced might want to do is look for additional clues or information for how the original slots got changed up. When did it happen and who had the means to do that? Even if the fast travel system is back up, will there be any chance of someone messing things up again in the future?
And that's all for our ninth event, folks! Please direct any aftermath questions to our Wrap Up post! In terms of the gate, we're happy with assuming that the gate is back up and running by time the arrival log is posted on June 13th.
Thanks again for helping make this a great event!
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What, they didn't have the Slenderman mythos where you're from. No super popular scary story subculture?
[ He doesn't wait for her to answer before raising his shot glass toward her. It's customary to clink them, Kyna. Clink the glass please. ]
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We've got Slenderman. Not like, literally. I don't think.
[She's never run into Slenderman, at least. Thank god. Excuse her, she's salting her hand now.]
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[ Two second pause for her to finish salting, and then here we go. He taps the tabletop with the bottom of his glass because that's another weird habit from his social circle. Then it's lick, shot, lime in rapid succession. He bites down into it so enthusiastically for a second it looks like he's got a green mouth guard.
A watery sucking-sound, and then he peels it out again. Scopes around distractedly for a trash can while continuing on like they didn't just stop for the worst tequila he's ever had in his entire life. ]
Kind of looks like the intrinsic fear humanity conjures up unanimously somehow, you know- humanoid, pail, does the weird... crawly body thing with the joints all popping. Picture that, except snake skin and claws like when you stick Bugles on your fingertips. What the fuck are they even crossbreeding here?
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Jesus. There were fucked up monsters in the gate ruins, too. And that tequila fucking sucks.
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[ He agrees, without specifying whether he means the monsters from the gate ruins or the tequila.
Both. The answer is both.
He plunks his shot glass down onto the table top and finally, finally drags a stool forward to perch on. Look at that, sitting down she's slightly taller than him. ]
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You know you totally slouch, right?
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What?
[ And as humans do, he straightens up automatically. It's just knee-jerk. ]
I do not slouch. You fucking slouch.
[ She doesn't. He's not really affronted, but he parries it back like he is anyway. ]
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[She lets out an offended little huff.]
See, look. Now you're sitting up straight and you're even more freakishly tall.
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[ He insists, then clicks his teeth and shakes his head sympathetically. ]
I'm lookin' at it right now, practically a ninety degree bend in your spine. You think you're short, but it's really just her vertebrae doing loop-de-loops.
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[She leans forward, reaching over the bar to snag the rip in the sleeve of his shirt.]
Seriously, are you okay?
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He breathes out hard. Dips down to bring his hair in proximity to his hand rather than lifting his elbow off the table top. Combs it back, with fingers snagging on tangles caused either by tousle or by blood, hard to say.
Slow and steady, easy and calm, drawling: ]
I guess. Yeah. I mean, it's over already, so the only thing I gotta worry about right now is an infection, but...
[ The nightmare fuel he saw in that facility...
He pours them both another shot. ]
You know how you sometimes have to ask yourself, like, what would I do if I were attacked by a twenty foot snake monster or whatever, and you never think you're gonna have to actually answer that? Turns out... I am not the kind of guy that would survive those movies. I am so under-prepared to fight stuff close up. This one woman- Jyn- she made a fucking water shield. Look what I can do.
[ He holds up the tequila bottle. Chest glows blue. Changes the shape so that it's round and squat instead of long and cylindrical.
Flat.
Deadpan.
Expression. ]
It was so helpful, I'm not sure we would have made it out if I couldn't do that.
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That might not be your only power. They change the longer we're here.
[But she gets what he means. Kyna lets go of his shirt and leans back, slowly spinning her shot glass on the bartop.]
But I know what you mean. Back home I could actually take care of myself, and here... I don't know. It sucks.
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His mouth presses into a soft line, sympathetic. He licks his hand. Salts. Passes it over. ]
Yeah, speaking of that -- how are you doing? I didn't ask you about that whole... dying thing. What was that like?
[ If there's ever a time to talk about the experience of death, it's after at least 2 shots of tequila. ]
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[That's something she would pull to avoid talking about whatever's bothering her. Absently, she licks and salts her hand, too, then grabs a lime and points at him with it.]
You played therapist enough while I was in the simulation.
[Translation: She doesn't want to talk about dying.]
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He gets the message loud and clear, too, about the part about dying. He'll table that, see if she wants to talk about it some other time.
Time for a tequila-flavored subject change. They're salted, they're limed, he raises his glass toward her for another clink.]
To avoiding our problems. Salud.
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Do you want me to cry into my tequila? I could totally do that. Super dramatic and everything.
[She's definitely giving him shit.]
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Yes. I absolutely do. Like, more than anything I wanna see your fake-cry acting.
[ Please give him this gift. ]
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[She taps a finger against her lips, looking thoughtful in an utterly exaggerated way.]
What's in it for me?
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[ He pitches, shot held somewhere around chest-height as though he can't possibly take it while this is in the works. ]
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[In a true show of maturity, she tosses a lime at him.]
Come on, you're an engineer. Problem solve.
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[ He concedes, a slow drawl that isn't terribly too far removed from Matthew McConaughey - entirely unintentional. ]
You do it, and I'll act out whatever you want after. Your choice.
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Are you sure you wanna give me that much power, Ian?
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Sure. What's the worst that could happen?
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Kyna slips behind the bar to join Ian and rolls her shoulders back, then clears her throat loudly, as through preparing. She presses the back of her hand to her forehead, sighing dramatically.]
Oh, Ian, I'm absolutely shattered. One more day in that sim and I never would have recovered.
[She grips his arm, sniffling loudly.]
What would I have ever done without your daring, manly rescue?
[And then she pretends to burst into tears, burying her face in his shoulder. It's as over the top and cheesy as she can possibly make it, something worthy of her mom's crappy soap operas, and very loud. Apparently she has no shame.]
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Turns out, skepticism's the right emotion.
He gently pats her back as she smashes her face into his shirt. A beat later, he drawls out a slow: ]
Wooooow.
[ Not terribly unlike Sir Owen Wilson. ]
That is... some of the worst acting I've ever seen in my entire life.
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