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meadowlarklogs2020-06-23 03:54 pm
stagethreeclinger) wrote in meadowlarklogs2020-06-23 03:54 pm
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WHO: Roy Harper and YOU! (plus plotted starters)
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: June catch all
WHAT: Catch all log, with open prompts for Roy checking out the work on the New Amsterdam Gate, and gossiping in Red Wings
NOTES OR WARNINGS: See thread headers
NEW AMSTERDAM GATE;
[ one of the first places roy wanders to in the first couple days he’s out of the safehouse is the gate. There’s been a lot of buzz about it, and what he’s learned about the fast travel system is intriguing, so that’s where he ends up. Standing off to the side, roy’s watching other Displaced work away at trying to get the gate back online, some kind of hat tugged down over his hair, hands slung loosely in his hoodie pocket, observing.
After a while, he paces his way up, tugging his sleeves up to his elbows, and coming to stand next to the others huddled around the gate. ]
Guessing the problem's a little bigger than 'the batteries ran out'?
RED WINGS; Displaced gossip
[ a bar isn’t a place for a recovering addict to hang out, but it is still the best place to get the feel of a city, do some eavesdropping, pick up some gossip, and find leads. There’s a lot Roy’s skimming for here - mentions of vigilantes, crime, interesting tech news, anything about a black market for parts, and of course, the UNA and the unrest around it.
What he ends up mostly hearing are locals shuffling nervously through the Displaced bar, whispering and snickering through their own theories on who and what the Displaced are - aliens, mutants, time travelers, etc etc. roy can’t help himself. ]
Yeah, I hear they’re all freakishly good in the sack too. [ the crowd of locals he’d just interrupted go quiet and turn confused faces at him. roy shrugs, ducking his head to the straw sticking out of his drink. ] Maybe it’s a radiation thing, I dunno, s'just what I heard...
[ go back to your apple juice, roy. ]
WILDCARD;
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WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: June catch all
WHAT: Catch all log, with open prompts for Roy checking out the work on the New Amsterdam Gate, and gossiping in Red Wings
NOTES OR WARNINGS: See thread headers
NEW AMSTERDAM GATE;
[ one of the first places roy wanders to in the first couple days he’s out of the safehouse is the gate. There’s been a lot of buzz about it, and what he’s learned about the fast travel system is intriguing, so that’s where he ends up. Standing off to the side, roy’s watching other Displaced work away at trying to get the gate back online, some kind of hat tugged down over his hair, hands slung loosely in his hoodie pocket, observing.
After a while, he paces his way up, tugging his sleeves up to his elbows, and coming to stand next to the others huddled around the gate. ]
Guessing the problem's a little bigger than 'the batteries ran out'?
RED WINGS; Displaced gossip
[ a bar isn’t a place for a recovering addict to hang out, but it is still the best place to get the feel of a city, do some eavesdropping, pick up some gossip, and find leads. There’s a lot Roy’s skimming for here - mentions of vigilantes, crime, interesting tech news, anything about a black market for parts, and of course, the UNA and the unrest around it.
What he ends up mostly hearing are locals shuffling nervously through the Displaced bar, whispering and snickering through their own theories on who and what the Displaced are - aliens, mutants, time travelers, etc etc. roy can’t help himself. ]
Yeah, I hear they’re all freakishly good in the sack too. [ the crowd of locals he’d just interrupted go quiet and turn confused faces at him. roy shrugs, ducking his head to the straw sticking out of his drink. ] Maybe it’s a radiation thing, I dunno, s'just what I heard...
[ go back to your apple juice, roy. ]
WILDCARD;
[[ hit me with whatever, my dudes. If you want to plot something or ask for a starter, shoot me a message at