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meadowlarklogs2020-08-15 11:56 am
- !arrival log,
- dceu: diana prince,
- dragon age: marian hawke,
- ffvii: cloud strife,
- marvel comics: bucky barnes,
- orphan black: helena,
- red vs. blue: agent carolina,
- red vs. blue: agent maine,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- teen wolf: scott mccall,
- the gifted: marcos diaz,
- the magicians: margo hanson,
- the magicians: penny adiyodi,
- the magicians: quentin coldwater,
- the man from uncle: gaby teller,
- the marvelous mrs maisel: midge maisel,
- uncharted: nathan drake,
- uncharted: sam drake
ARRIVAL LOG 024
WHERE: Red Wings (immediately), New Amsterdam (as a whole).
WHEN: June 8, 2512
WHAT: Newbies!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion and loss of autonomy, references to a rebuilding city, anti-government protests, and shady mob dealings.
Just before the new arrivals show up, a message turns up in the inboxes of all of the Displaced. Unlike the message that normally comes in from El about new arrivals, it doesn't show up involuntarily, instead showing up as an optional message that anyone can ignore. Of course, this is one that people may not want to disregard, not at a time like this.
The author is "PM." It reads:
From now on, I'll direct all drop offs to Red Wings, unless circumstances change. You'll get a message a lot like this one when new arrivals are ready and incoming. I liked setting you guys somewhere fun for when you first got here, but we've had enough of the fun and games and bad zombie makeup.
I won't change the procedure. I won't give a lot of notice. They'll still have the same cocktail cooking in their veins. I can't change that. Too risky otherwise.
This may be the first and last chance I get to talk to you. Not an easy truth. I'm trying to set things right, but time seems tricky. You all know what this looks like, don't you? I don't think you're to blame, but I don't know that either. It could be me by way of you. Could be that this would happen anyway. I know Johann's got his hands involved in this somehow. It has his creepy fingerprints all over it.
One more thing. Thank Morningstar. I always meant to keep you on ice, thinking it'd be messed up to thrust you into this world. They took care of you and proved me wrong. I never asked them to do that, but they've kept it up. Now I hope you can help them.
The next batch arrives soon. Keep an eye out.
Unsurprisingly with a message like this one, replies won't be possible. Any attempts to trace it will lead to a dead end. Even El and Cassius won't be much use here, coming up against a wall that makes it seem like it came as a result of a hijacked UN emergency alert.
A hover van lowers to the ground mere moments after the message is sent. The staff this time is considerably smaller than usual: two guards and a nurse. Both guards get out of the front of the van and head toward the back. Just before they get there, they scope the perimeter. "They said they know we're coming. Stay alert." It's time to let these people out so they can head "home."
Despite the advance notice, your arrival will feel similar to the arrival of many who came before you. Awareness comes to you in blurred snatches, cloudy fragments of sound, light, color, and sensation. It's hard to grasp onto anything but a series of rhythmic beeps, a medicinal astringent smell, and the sensation of movement beneath you. Your eyes are heavy and you struggle to keep them open, but in the glimpses between slow blinks, you see a man in front of you dressed in all white. There isn't any other visibility. Not yet.
You realize there are others nearby, restrained the same way as you, and dressed in long-sleeved white scrubs. The humming feeling of the vehicle comes to an end, and the door to your right opens up, revealing two heavily armored soldiers. You may try to open your mouth to speak, to ask a question you can't quite grasp, but it's as if your tongue is coated in tar.
You realize there are others next to you: all dressed the same way as you. 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.
"Get them off their IVs and get them out of here. I don't want to deal with any of those people if they find us out here." A masculine voice filled with a sense of urgency and—perhaps—fear? Awe? It's hard to say.
The next movements are swift and methodical. Once the IV is yanked out, you feel yourself guided out of the van into the alleyway. Once you're set in a row, the silent guard speaks: "Head to the front. Don't look for local assistance like the cops. Look for the glow. That's the deal. Listen to the people with the glow."
They don't waste any time after that. Both of the guards meet each other's gazes, and then nod to the nurse who helped the Displaced out of the van. No reason to stick around, and they don't want to risk running into those people with the crazy glowing chests. They'll definitely give it a miss.
Sure enough, they lift off within a minute's time, leaving the newcomers in the alley to have no choice but to follow instructions.
◉ 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.
Of all of the cities that were ravaged in the recent attacks by a flood of monsters coming from regions unknown, New Amsterdam ended up in the best shape. That doesn't mean that it's looking good right now. The city's a mess: skyscrapers reach into the sky, illuminating little to no light because of the many shattered windows. Most of the overgrowth has started filling in again, offering a green hue to everything: making it seem as if the city is slowly being enveloped by nature once again. Worst of all: while the city looks like this, there's a sticky, muggy mist in the air thanks to the gross humidity. It feels like a constant cloud that hangs low over the day's proceedings.
As for what's going on around the city?
> RED WINGS
Much like the rest of New Amsterdam, Red Wings has only begun to recover. Although emergency services are no longer needed at the location, there are a number of local New Amsterdam citizens huddling close to the building just outside in tents, hoping to see a glimpse of the Displaced who work there. Many of them seem to think that if they stick close to Red Wings right now, they'll be in the safest place that the city has to offer. Franky, they wouldn't be wrong.
Business out of Red Wings is impossible right now thanks to the shattered windows and the damaged decorations on the inside. All that still hangs on the walls is a broken neon light fixture of Michigan and the (formerly) surrounding Great Lakes.
There are places to sit, as clearing out the bar area and cleaning it up has been a priority. The booths along the walls might have seen better days, but they offer a place to rest and wait for any attention.
Though the kitchen is understandably in bad shape, basic vegetable stews and curries are coming out to serve anyone who's hanging around, as well as the multiple Displaced who are (undoubtedly) assigned to cleanup duty for the time being. Drinks are on the house, as well, though they haven't refilled their stock of kegs since before the monster crisis. Hard liquor and cheap, unwanted wine will need to be enough for the time being.
> ANTI-UN DEMONSTRATIONS
In a world commonly known by its rigid structure and rule of law, New Amsterdam seems to be taking on a different flavor. Throughout the city, small pockets of people march while wearing the Morningstar insignia. This group has declared New Amsterdam a bastion of freedom from the United Nations, though the majority of citizens in the city aren't taking as bold of a stance just yet.
Thanks to the lack of UNA presence, there is little that the UN can do in light of this. However, people will find that any posts about these demonstrations will be promptly taken down so that the word doesn't spread through the rest of the world. Keep posting, and social media accounts will be deleted, with a ban put on for the next 48 hours to keep them from making another account.
The UN has slid into damage control.
> REBUILDING
Speaking of damage, the big three corporations (Pulsar, Giles Bell, and Vyonation) in New Amsterdam put all their resources toward helping the city recover. While they've funneled credits into previous crises, they know better than to withhold at a time like this, especially when there's an election on the horizon. These credits will go toward hiring workers around the city, helping build and deploy construction droids, and ensuring that people have enough income to ride out this crisis.
Thanks to New Amsterdam getting out of the crisis in better shape than most other cities, there are a lot of hands on deck to get the construction work underway. Anyone who's not afraid of heights and would like to fill their bank account with a good amount of funds can take up these short, contracted jobs to help rebuild the city. It's expected that the citywide repairs will take a few months to complete, assuming everything goes as planned.
In the meantime, get used to a city covered in green plant life that's seen better days. That's New Amsterdam now, for better or worse.
> THE ELECTION
To top off everything else that's happened in New Amsterdam, there's an election on the horizon. Even the newcomers will be able to vote, in part because they'll be considered long-term New Amsterdam citizens. And despite the questionable appropriateness of it all, there are political ads playing all over thanks to the geolocation focus of advertisements. Want to watch a show while clearing out rubble? Expect a commercial about Simone Durcell and what they can do for you. Want to just listen to some music? Expect an interruption about Joseph Lynch's long charitable history, and what he's doing to help New Amsterdam already.
These advertisements will be constant. But most interestingly, the corporations won't back a single candidate. After Katelin Jovavich's untimely death following the end of the simulation, the corporations are keeping mum on their preferences. It seems as if there's a corporate mandate to not publicly support anyone on social media, as well. Anyone who's employed by one of these corporations will have received a message "advising" them to not post about their political preferences during a trying time like this one.
(More information on the election can be found on the August calendar. There's also a thread for who you'd like to see win, or who you'd have your character support here on Plot Engagement.)
> SHADY DEALINGS
Not one to ignore the opportunistic gift horse right in front of them, both the Petrov Family and Riverside Mob move into action to take advantage of the chaos of the city. Their answer to everything that's going on? Kill them with kindness, with less killing and more kindness. Almost seemingly in tandem, they begin opening shelters around the city to offer people safe and dry places to live. So what if there are shady enforcers standing outside guarding the locations? At least they're safe.
In the evenings, these same mafiosos decide to flout the rule of the law by having open-air fighting rings in the sky parks. Although the NAPD is working around the clock to try to keep this creep of criminal power from enveloping the city, they're understaffed and overworked. Some of their employees have already taken off to New Beijing to join the newest rendition of the UNA army, and they don't have the staff to fill their shoes. The setup of these fighting rings is rather boisterous, as multiple members of the two mob families filter through the streets of the city with their typically concealed vehicles to begin setting up shop for the evening events.
These (extremely illegal) evening events will be a good place to pick up narcotics, weapons, and anything else that someone might be looking for from the Black Market. After all, who wouldn't want easier access to a gun during a time like this? There is always a risk that there will be a raid by the NAPD at these fighting rings, but their lack of staff means that someone can probably slip away unnoticed. Who even has the time to check all the surveillance to see who slipped away?
> HOUSING
Ah, housing! The cost of living in New Amsterdam was already going down thanks to the simulation and the numerous people aiming to move away. Now that half the buildings are in bad shape, renters will have an easy time finding an affordable location that suits their needs. There might be a wall or three missing, but there are still three to four bedrooms with appliances. Of course, the appliances may need to be covered in tarp while the city's still in its rainy season.
As for the newcomers, they won't have any safe place to hide. While they'll need to be brought to one of the two safehouse locations (Red Wings or the abandoned garage) for El to finish fixing up their identities, they'll need to be convinced to sit tight in the meantime. Not listening comes with a whole wealth of problems: the NAPD could arrest them, though they're admittedly understaffed. They won't be able to open doors anywhere, buy anything for themselves, or even take the sole train that's running within the city during these trying times. Still: El won't be able to do a rush job on these identities due to the state of the world, so the standard four days is still in place. Good luck convincing them to sit tight.
In the meantime, they'll have to get used to a few ugly truths about this new world:
◉ They'll be living on the kindness of others. While Morningstar and the Displaced have a good amount of second hand clothes to offer to newcomers, they won't be in the finest shape, especially after the recent crisis.
◉ The drug in their systems won't be going away for a few hours, so they'll have to deal with the urge to bark on command for a little while. At least it's not multiple days!
◉ This is a world without a lot of basic commodities. Coffee is hard to come by and extremely expensive. Paper? No one produces paper anymore, not even for the rich and famous. And bugs are the protein of choice given that they're easy to come by and don't take too much energy to source.
◉ While the Morningstar network will be set up for all the newcomers thanks to their proximity to Red Wings, no one will be able to VR and Chill until El finishes making their IDs. That means that any news reports or information about the world will be out of reach for the time being. Their fellow Displaced will need to help them out in the meantime.
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 to roam free until JUNE 12, 2512 (AUGUST 23, 2020), and until that date will appear as "anonymous" on the network. 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. We do expect that some characters may be unwilling to sit tight for four days when they don't have a safehouse locking them in place. Feel free to plot amongst yourselves, and come to us if you have any additional questions!
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.
The August CR meme for the month is here.
Please check out our August calendar rundown for a look at things happening this month. For an idea of why things are in such bad shape, please take a gander at our most recent Event Wrap Up. All of the plot paths there are available to newcomers, so feel free to ask us any questions here!
AC remains halved this month due to the state of the world right now. New players will only need to provide at least five comments across two-four (2-4) threads, while older players will only need to provide ten comments across two-four (2-4) threads. Please let us know if you have any questions about this!
Eventually when it's time to go!
Their apartment building mostly is intact and doing well, compared to many of the others, which he is grateful for. At the end of everything, having a stable bed to fall into was incredible. Quentin wasn't able to get to Red Wings right away for the arrivals because he figures there's people already there, and the lack of safehouse is going to change a lot.
Q finally makes his way in a little later having been sweeping up glass near the doorstop and pocketed some of the glass shards for his own experimentation later. When he steps into Red Wings he says hello to a few people ... but then spots a familiar face from across the room.)
Penny! Oh my god.
(The joy he feels cannot possibly be expressed outside of a bright smile and he runs across to throw his arms around his friend. Luckily not setting off an empty bond, but whatever, he has no regrets.)
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at least he knows quentin. so, penny doesn't immediately shove him away. he let's that embrace last for about twenty seconds and then he's giving quentin a shove backwards because he doesn't remember putting quentin on the list of people approved to hug him. )
Is this your fault?
( look, he can't help himself. it's been a long day. he doesn't say it maliciously, just...well, like it very well may be quentin's fault. )
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No? As far as I know?
(Quentin isn't putting it out of the possibility, to be fair. There's no proof yet but he also would not be shocked if they delve into this situation more and there's at least some aspect that's you kind of did this.)
I've been here for awhile though, Eliot's here too. Penny ....
(He frowns and pauses, tilting his head.)
What's the last thing you remember?
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penny's just going to give quentin a look while he tries to figure out what that might mean. )
You got some selective amnesia or some shit? You know who I am but not what happened?
( give him some time there, quentin. he's still recovering from that stupid drug and his very uncomfortable arrival to this place. )
This better not be you trying to prank me. Really gotta learn to read the room, Quentin.
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His smile is strained mostly because he's trying not to get watery eyes. It doesn't seem like Penny ... may know some shit.)
This place we're in now, it's like, the multiverse, or a place where people from the multiverse are taken. And that includes different time points. El and I were from different parts of the timeline.
(Not that long in between. Quentin before his death, Eliot while still mourning his death, but still. There's a gap.)
So it matters when you're from because uhhhh I might know stuff. That you don't know.
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that actually makes sense and penny hates that. he hates it because there's something about quentin's words that make the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. )
Super cancer. ( he makes a face at even the mention of those words. ) Hadn't killed me yet.
( but penny had a feeling that it was going to no matter what they tried. )
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Quentin has an exceptional poker face. When he's playing poker. Around people he knows he's terrible and understanding ripples across his face. Along with, you guess it, sadness. If he tried to hide it, it would only be more obvious.)
You're original Penny.
(He realizes what that sounds like, trying to figure out where on the timeline all of this is. That's a tall order, so much has happened.)
Sorry, um, there was ... technically another version has been hanging out in our timeline. He's from timeline 23. That's why I was checking to see what time.
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( even with quentin's explanation, he still can't stop those words from bursting out because, well, because. there's no one else like him.
except...there is, if quentin's to be believed and penny doesn't really sense any deception there so, there's no real to disbelieve what he's saying.
even if the thought of multiple penny's out there makes his head hurt. )
Okay, so what was this other Penny like? ( you can't tell him that and not expect him to ask even if he both wants to know and doesn't want to know. )
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I'm glad to see you, dude.
(See! No hugging. He manages. But he's smiling like an idiot at him for a moment anyway, before trying to think of the best description of other Penny.)
In his timeline I was the Beast and killed all our classmates. He was mostly alone by the time he came to our timeline. He's different. Sadder, weirdly nicer, somehow.
(It could be because 23 missed having people around or because he got Julia back in his life. Either way, there may be distance between them and Quentin, but he was ... less abrasive. Generally.)
Don't worry, you're still my favorite. And, um, not because I'm a psychopath to him, so.
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( well, he thinks he is but he knows that what's nice to him isn't really nice to others and he's okay with that. he's gone through life with this attitude and no one's killed him yet.
even super cancer hadn't managed to kill him...because he ended up here without feeling any sort of sickness at all. that's something that penny hasn't really sat down and thought about yet. )
You were the Beast? You? ( he points at quentin like that's hardest thing in the world to believe. ) How the hell did that happen? Who pissed in your Cheerios in that timeline?
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The Beast part makes him sigh, and frankly, he wishes he didn't bring it up because it always makes him anxious. Knowing somewhere there's a super evil version of yourself? Not fun. Quentin shrugs, and he doesn't disagree with the point! He's a mild mannered super-nerd. Not at all Beast material.)
Sooooo. I kind of talked to Alice from that timeline when trying to get details about Shades, and she um, I was dead there so she like brought him back, but he didn't have one, so uh. Yeah. (Super awkward.)That me went and killed the Beast and then Ember and then just like, uh, killed anyone who was a threat. Or, just because? I don't know. I'm not Beast Quentin.
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( that would have really put a damper on things here, wouldn't it? if quentin was the beast, running around and taking everyone out all the while leaving moths behind would be a big problem.
he thinks he prefers this version of quentin who just leaves the memory of taylor swift lyrics lying around. this is the only time penny would prefer that. )
You'd make a shitty killer, anyway. This version of you. I don't know the other version but the one I know?
( he shakes his head. ) Not your thing. ( quentin coldwater: most likely not to turn into a serial killer. )
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Thanks for the vote of confidence, I'm good with being the nerdy weirdo unlikely to kill people. Oh so.
(Right. To the point of this place. And the situation.)
You probably already know our powers are gone here. We have new ones that we don't know at first, eventually, you'll figure it out. It took me months.
(Mostly because Quentin kept trying to use it the way he would magic, and that really isn't how it ended up being. He's been practicing though. He thinks he can work with it, even if it'll never be magic.)
They usually make people stay in the safehouse, but it's sort of destroyed, and I bet they'll be cool with me taking you to the apartment me and El have been living in. It'll be better than here.
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( what with him coming from a time where the magic had been completely gone fairly recently. even if it wasn't completely destroyed, it was still fairly limited and that just sucked.
but it still prepared him for stepping off that van and not being able to grab one of the people that had done it to him and dropped him in a volcano. )
Can't hear thoughts either. ( that was almost a blessing especially around quentin 'we are never ever ever getting back together' coldwater. )
What happened to the safehouse? ( seems like a logical thing to ask, doesn't it? ) Why does this place need a safehouse?
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(Especially if he's around Quentin 'we are never ever ever getting back together' Coldwater. Q doesn't envy him his telepathy honestly, it would be such a bad thing for him personally, since he obsesses already over everything that people might think. But he can focus on the safehouse part instead.)
Ummm. (He winces.) So we just had like a massive monster attack, like hundreds of them, it was really fucked up. These mole things dug up the safehouse so it got destroyed.
(The city's in a disarray, but that was the thing most of importance to them, frankly.)
The safehouse was there before so people when we first get here could hang out until they get a new ID. This group called Morningstar helps set us up with new IDs so we can function in this world, it's hard to do that without them.
(It's not hard to imagine considering the neural implant and the technology of this place.)
But we're all fucked up right now, so I'll just check with Gaby, I'm sure they'd rather we get the fuck out of their way while cleaning up.
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that wasn't fair. )
Monster attacks. ( he laughs, rueful and humorless. ) What the fuck, man?
( penny shakes his head because of course, of course this is what he's going to have to deal with now. )
I need a goddamn drink. ( probably more than one. ) Morningstar? They sound like cops.
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Dude, I have no idea. I woke up here same as you a few months ago. There's been so much shit I'm not even sure where to start. Like, there's monsters, we were all stuck inside of a torture simulator, we were kidnapped again and Indiana Jones'ed our way into portals. There's always something.
(He's not being very comforting is he. Whoops. To be fair, their world has its share of one thing after the other and it's a more grounded type of madness. He glances around and figures he'll text Gaby later. Then it's a 'sorry I already did it' instead of a 'please can I do it.' She'll be too busy anyway.)
Come on, let's get out of here. Our place isn't still doing pretty well compared to most of the city. There's tons of booze.
(Hey, how else are they going to get through it? Quentin heads out the door. Frankly, it's pretty messed up out there still. Damage and clean up.)
Morningstar's more like people who used to be secret spies and now are public spies.
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so, this is one of the few times he's going to follow quentin because while he thinks he could figure this place out, he wants a drink more than he wants to prove to quentin that he doesn't need help. )
Spies?
( god, this place just got better and better. maybe he'd had a few spy fantasies when he'd been younger but that didn't mean he wanted to get embroiled in it now. )
Monsters, then? What dumb shit summoned them? ( penny knew the perils of summoning things you didn't really understand so fuck whoever decided that it would be fun here. )
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Yeah, spies. Or they were, like these secret underground freedom fighters, but now they've done a lot so people know about them. And kind of about us. We're called the Displaced.
(The name sounds very dramatic. And catchy! He actually gets what Penny means and why he assumed that. It's probably more right than either of them know.)
Honestly no idea, but we've seen things like them before. They have yellow eyes and kind of obsessed with us. There were like, hundreds. Different kinds. It was so fucked up.
(He says it pretty casually despite that, but what're you going to do? They get to the apartment building that has some construction and broken glass at the front, but otherwise is still together well. The apartment is actually pretty nice. Not too fancy but spacious enough with two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, two bathrooms, and a dining area. There's a whole lot of booze right there in the kitchen nook.)
I've been trying to figure out answers since I got here. I think there's some gods or something setting all this up.
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( oh god, has he been deposited into some futuristic city where olympus or something like it was in control? was he about to get in the middle of some fuckin' immortals squabbling?
penny's decided that he hates gods. all that power and all they do is bitch and whine and cause problems for people. )
For what reason? Are they just bored? ( honestly, he wouldn't be surprised. the gods he'd met or heard about just tended to want to enjoy themselves and fuck anyone who stood in their way.
penny takes a look up at the apartment building, impressed that quentin's managed to get himself here before stepping over broken glass and debris.
the actual apartment isn't some penthouse but it's decent. better than having to sleep in the same area as someone he doesn't know in the safehouse. )
Nice place. ( he means that. ) No nerd posters to decorate?
( he had to, okay. )
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(So if there are gods around here? They could be as lazy and callous as the ones they already know. He's not sure if it's better that they are keyed in and care a lot. The nameless twins who possessed El and Julia had a purpose in mind and that didn't work out well for anyone.)
We're probably pawns. And using our new super powers and getting better at them is like when pawns make it to the other side of the board and upgrade to better pieces.
(Quentin goes to get glasses for them to start drinking now, pouring him some whiskey and offering it.)
Paper's not a thing here. (He says with an eyeroll.) My friend used to live here, but he's gone now so it passed down to me. He was a very old vampire with great taste in pretty much everything.
(There may be a time when Quentin doesn't look around and think of Klaus, but it's not just yet. They were friends for a short time but it was very real to him.)
Eliot's pretty much already claimed his better clothes but there's some of his and his brother's in the closets you can probably grab a few thing from too.
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basically, gods sucked. )
You've mentioned the new super power thing a few times. How do you I figure out what they gave me? I wanna make sure it's not something stupid.
( if they gave him something like the ability to smell all kinds of things or to talk to the trees, he's going to be pissed. )
Is there an on button for this shit?
( he'll check on the clothes a little later. he's more curious about what he can do if he can't do magic. )
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(Quentin really tried too. Penny knows him. How determined and obsessive he got. Every single day for months he tried to make it work, and nothing did. It was driving him crazy some days. Now with awareness of it he can actually see where his error was. He was acting like his power could go out of him, not that it was a subtle trigger.)
Some people say that when they're in high state of emotion or violence it goes off. The interesting part is that they're supposedly powers that connect with us as people ... or I guess, things we've experienced.
(In his case. The mirror sort of is a weirdly specific option, but he's not going to argue with it. Quentin glances over to the glass window and then to a hand mirror he put in the kitchen.)
Watch the glass.
(He points to it and then looks into the mirror. His image projects suddenly on the reflective glass. Exactly as he is now, only his chest is glowing. He playfully gives Penny the middle finger before throwing it off.)
You'll know you're using it because your chest glows like this. We can't turn it off.
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ugh. he's not patient so he's bound and determined to fail. he doesn't have quentin's obsessiveness and insatiable need to figure things out. )
Connect with us as a people? ( fuck, that sounds so cheesy. while penny's glad that he can't read everyone frigging person's mind, he doesn't know if he wants to figure out what this place might have given him.
shaking his head, he watches quentin do his thing with the mirror and even cracks a smile when quentin gives him the bird. )
You're still ugly, even as a mirror person. ( he wasn't that ugly. ) How'd you finally figure yours out after three months?
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Yep, I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if you end up with something psychic-y or psychic-adjacent. I think once you figure out what it is, it'll make sense to you.
(The mirror makes sense mostly because if going by his demise, that is where he was stuck the moment he died. Fixing a mirror, in the realm, so having a connection to them? It does make a rude sort of sense.
He rolls his eyes at the insult. Typical Penny. It also makes him smile a little. He can't help it. He missed the asshole.)
It was an accident. I was thinking about a friend of mine while looking in a mirror, and how I needed to talk to her, and then boom, I showed up in her mirror at the same time. It shocked us both.
(Luckily they were both fully clothed and just primping, yikes! Silena's the right type of person to figure out a new power with though. She's so easy to be friends with and they've been exploring it since.)
I used it during like the major monster attack though, managed to call for help through it, and even distracted a bunch of the monsters by them thinking there were many mes around them.
(So see. Not the worst possible power.)
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