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MEADOWLARK MODS ([personal profile] larkers) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2021-01-15 04:04 pm

EVENT #11.4 / ARRIVAL LOG #029

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: The Aerie as it ends in an anime-like fashion, New Tokyo, and New Amsterdam
WHEN: August 23, 2512 onward.
WHAT: Event ending, arrivals, and a lot of changes.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion and loss of autonomy, religious themes.

> EVENT #011.4 / ARRIVAL #029

As suddenly as they all vanished, the people who remained in the Aerie begin to return. These people have not died: instead, they seem to return peacefully after an extremely unusual experience. As the gods are freed, the Aerie begins to take on a different form, radically altered by this decision. The very fabric of reality unravels. It's not that the city continues to grow more and more dilapidated by the moment—instead, the Aerie ceases to exist, dragging everyone who remains within into a joint, out of body experience.

At once, everyone's memories return in full. As they float in what is an open space, they'll recall who they were once before, right alongside their alternate life in the Aerie. Even if they can't see them, they'll begin to feel the others there: not just that they exist, but their emotions: wonder, surprise, irritation, anger, fear, guilt. Somehow, they recognize that they're connected to the billions of living souls there alongside them.

What once seemed like a wide, open space comes to be recognized as a large, vast ocean. They float in the deepest depths of the ocean, and they begin to see sea life swirl around them. Whales. Sharks. The glint of a dying star? There are constellations in the distance, too far to reach. It's hard to say where they are, and impossible to communicate to ask, to try to reach one of the billions of other souls there. When they open their mouths to try, they only make an unintelligible sound. Have they, too, been transformed into those creatures? It seems, at least for a moment, like they're communicating via echolocation.

The constellations begin to burn brighter and brighter. As they touch the people there, they're able to see more clearly around them. There are hundreds upon thousands of animals, all with bright golden eyes. They push through the water quickly, and the gold in their eyes fully illuminates the space around them.

Once that illumination meets a critical mass, everyone begins to experience a different joint vision. From the very start, the experience itself is excruciating: they feel an object, vaguely comprehended, but perceived to be spear-like in nature, slicing into them, tearing them asunder. The misery results in a complete and total division of self: splintered and incomplete, scattered into trillions of tiny pieces.

An indefinite amount of time later, there is a stirring. Everyone feels frigid and cold. The chill is excruciating, but different from what it was before. And then, as if a physical feeling can become an emotion, that chill becomes anger. And then that rage starts searching, wandering—

Until it adapts and connects with the ocean around it. The gold in the eyes of the sharks and whales begins to dim. A feeling of grief and eventually peace washes over everyone who remains.

And then everyone begins to shift in their beds, awakening as if returning from a terrible nightmare. Of course, given that they recall all of it, it's likely not much of a nightmare. At least not in a literal sense. When they wake to check in on the world, they'll find it in much the same shape—with the changes being far less obvious at first.

> 30 SECONDS FROM TOKYO

At first, you'll hear the buzz of a motor, as well as smell the splash of ocean water not so far away. You'll find that you're on a boat, passing swiftly over the Pacific Ocean to come into contact with a large, man-made structure in the distance. While you're drugged, you find that you're unable to move much. An IV protrudes from your arm, keeping you sedate. When one of the guards on the boat turns to check on you, they'll find your eyes open. "Sit tight and don't move. We have to be welcomed inside." Even if you're naturally defiant, you find yourself forced to comply.

Eventually, the boat pulls onto a dock that extends from the city itself to welcome your arrival. The mechanisms are complicated and hidden. Unlike a drawbridge in our modern times, the dock extends swiftly and completely, welcoming the boat next to it. After the boat seems to anchor itself into place, the guards present begin to move each of the passengers one by one off the boat. You'll notice others like you: dressed in white, long-sleeved scrubs, with recently shaved heads, and a pair of white tennis shoes. Or most of them are.

There are two exceptions: Eames and Aeryn, who have their hair still, but are just as drugged and kept under. They went through a similar arrival process before the Aerie stole them away, and arrived back after the Aerie ended in a similar manner to Max. Their return to society is just less personalized due to the circumstances.

Eventually, you're taken through the city—a wonder in and of itself, as it's a complex system of elevators spanning both vertically and horizontally through the large, metallic structure—and eventually through the back door of a business.

"All right, listen up everyone. There are people coming to get you. We've got this place for the day, so sit tight." At this, everyone's forced to do as they're commanded. Even if you don't want to sit, you have no choice. "We'll direct the people to bring you water, but that's all. Ask them to show you the glow. And—from me to you?" The guard sounds … tired all of a sudden. Her voice is strained as she adds: "Try not to fuck more shit up."

At once, the guards start to filter out through the back door. As much as everyone left behind can't go anywhere, they sure can talk.

As this process begins, a message is sent to all of the Displaced in New Amsterdam via a private broadcasting channel, one that's meant to only reach a limited number of people. It seems Jimmy's found a way to hack it for his own use, but trying to trace this back to him will prove impossible:

Sorry everyone. Couldn't do an official drop off. I barely scrounged up the people I did to get them to town. They're sitting tight at a bakery called Sweet Omakase in New Tokyo. Just go in and tell the people up front that you're there to pick up a package.

Oh, I forgot to mention: I'll be reaching out to a few of you soon. So … yeah.

JH

As for that compliance drug?

◉ 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.

> NEW AMSTERDAM

Though the Displaced can make the choice to keep the newcomers in New Tokyo for longer than a few hours, it's generally not recommended. Morningstar in New Tokyo is in just as much disarray as the rest of the world, and El doesn't want to disrupt their recovery in these trying times. As such, it'll be necessary to take them on a secure route back to the New Tokyo gate, bring them to New Amsterdam, and start to get them ready for their new lives. Of course, they may see a little bit of New Tokyo along the way, but not much given the urgency. (The link is provided for brevity purposes—please see the "New Tokyo" section for a summary of the city itself!)

The abbreviated trip between New Tokyo and New Amsterdam will bring the newcomers back to a city that's been through … a lot. That means it's probably a good time to have a quick catch up, right?

> LAST TIME ON NAMSTERDAM!
Although a year isn't very long for even a human being, the Displaced have managed to make their mark in this unusual world. Having first been released out into the world in mid-June 2511, they started touching the world around them. Whether it was fighting a giant monster or curing people from the sickness caused by inhaling smoke from that giant monster's parts (as well as any tiny little monsters it brought with it) or taking on the UNA when they tried to wipe out an entire chapter of a rebel organization, the mysterious Blue-glowing people were there.

After over a year of interventions left and right, the Displaced finally came forward as a united group—one that's uniquely tied to a business they opened. No one knows they're from another world. They don't even know what the Displaced's powers are, though they've certainly seen them do fantastical things. One thing became apparent: while the Displaced were spotted in other cities around the globe, their influence has been most felt in New Amsterdam. And even if the world's governing body doesn't like it, the people of New Amsterdam have claimed the Displaced as their own.

Most recently, the entire world found itself dragged into another reality called the Aerie. The Displaced had gone through this before on a smaller scale, but this brought everyone present on the planet Earth to this other world. The Aerie was a miracle world: in order to prevent the death of humanity as everyone knew it, a group of heroes chosen by a handful of gods chained said gods and harnessed their power to create a safe haven for all of humanity. As a result of their actions, these people created a major class disparity in order to maintain the secrets of how they created the Aerie. Since billions of people were saved in the process, the Aerie ended up having an overpopulation problem. The answer? A battle royale for anyone who's committed a crime, held monthly.

Well, as these things go, about two hundred years into this horrible experiment, the Aerie started experiencing some challenges. Rebel groups and bombs and more! Eventually the gods were set free, and with it, the Aerie vanished into nothing.

Though the Aerie (and its smaller-scale predecessor, Zerzura) was undoubtedly brought into being by divine intervention, it doesn't help that the Displaced claimed that their powers seemed to be caused by interacting with gods. Troubling much? So, some of the world is divided, with New Amsterdam being the only pro-Displaced left after the Aerie. Of course, it's a touch more complicated than that.

And it doesn't all fall in the laps of the Displaced. After all, they didn't choose to have this happen to them.

An important thing to note is that New Amsterdam is a very, very green city. We don't mean recycling. As if powered by weird god magic, plants grow a-plenty in the city, leaving numerous trees and thousands upon thousands of credits in plumbing issues. Animals came into the city thanks to the absence of humans to start settling in. It's a beautiful city, one that seems as if it's actively fighting against being reclaimed by nature.

With the worldwide trauma, current singing events are currently on hiatus. This likely won't be permanent, but it's not as if anyone is looking to become a pop star at this exact moment.

But that's where New Amsterdam is currently, anyway.

> SUMMER PROBLEMS
Ah, water rationing. That's right: one of the tried and true traditions in New Amsterdam summers is water rationing. During the hot summer months, the city puts out water rationing warnings, and the city also answers the intense and extreme heat by making it so that businesses are open throughout the evening, with everyone sleeping during the daytime. However, the Aerie shot a lot of that preparation in the foot, so the city won't be able to reverse the clock.

Expect a lot of hot, miserable, and extremely humid days ahead. Thanks to the nearly tropical nature of the city at this point, humidity is a natural side effect of it all. The temperatures will be reaching from around 105 F to 115 F during the daytime. The evenings cool off, but certainly not by much, as they dip to only around 90 F to 95 F when the sun goes down.

Oh, and water rationing is most definitely in effect.

> RED WINGS
In February 2512, the bar known as Red Wings first opened. Positioned adjacent to the New Amsterdam stadium, where a wide variety of sporting events occur year round, it's the only business in New Amsterdam that's currently run entirely by the Displaced. However, a few other businesses are set to open in the near and distant future, all tailored to cater to the city that most of the Displaced call home.

On the inside, Red Wings is very, very red. There is a neon sign that's been recently repaired of the Great Lakes state (Michigan). In terms of being a watering hole, the bartenders are all Displaced and all very sympathetic to any newcomers headed their way. Need some free food or a chance to play pool to clear your head? Red Wings is the place to do that. There are tables throughout the bar. There used to be booths, but most of them got shredded during a recent monster attack and … well, tables are easier to replace.

It's likely that all of the newcomers will be brought to Red Wings first for a full meal before being taken to the safehouse across town.

And while there are blank projection screens around the bar showing news broadcasts of what just went down, none of the newcomers will be able to see any of them.

> MURAL
Throughout the past year, multiple murals have gone up around New Amsterdam by a Banksy-like figure. This figure is known to the people of New Amsterdam as Legion, and they tend to commemorate both the Displaced and their ties to the gods. In the Aerie, it was revealed that Legion was a wealthy woman by the name of Nirvana. Upon returning from the Aerie, another new mural goes up in New Amsterdam.

Legion's new mural explodes in color in the large corporate buildings that connect in New Amsterdam's financial district. It depicts the whole story of the Aerie from beginning to end: the conception, the Quarries, the attacks on both the Quarry and the Volary, and then the return. The imagery is woven together like a full story, each picture moving seamlessly into the next. Below are the colors of the gods, painted in vibrant colors that can be seen for miles.

There's specific imagery woven in as well, including the birds that represent the different groups of people, the eclipse and different phases of the moon to signify the timing.

It seems to say never forget.

> HELPING OUT
All around the world, returning members of Morningstar, PRESERVE, and even the cultists who once followed the leader, Ball (though the cultists are only working in New Amsterdam), all spur into action to try to help. Everyone may be traumatized, but they also likely prescribe to the notion of wanting to keep busy. Recalling the Aerie won't be pleasant, and the world needs help. New Amsterdam already has a head start thanks to the resource acquisition and work by a small group of Displaced, but now everyone is back to work.

The work in question? Feed everyone, first and foremost. Countless people are without fresh food. Working in conjunction with both the Red Wings employees and the cultists, PRESERVE will be putting up food banks all around the city. Marcos Diaz's food bank is likely to be fully stocked as a result of this, should he want to get that running again.

Other work that needs to be done involves plumbing, as the plants seem to have very much taken on a life of their own. They're absorbing most of the available water in the city, and have even made the water level decrease in the river (just a bit, though). Water rationing is even more important right now, but it may prove to be a futile effort if the plants aren't held back. Time to get moving. Anyone who wants to be an impromptu apprentice to a plumber is likely going to be welcomed onto the job. They need all hands on deck.

Finally, there are just the people who need help. Roaming bands of former UNA soldiers caused problems even before the mass return. Now they're meeting up and moving as if they're a gang of their own to return order to the land. However, these people are truly traumatized, and it's as if they're calling upon an old order that they can't quite recognize. The problem is that they're extremely dangerous. Though their weapons are mostly makeshift ones, they can fight with them. Along with these roaming bands, there are the catatonic and the confused people, all who could use some assistance to get back on track.

Sadly, the hospitals are not ready to be staffed by typical personnel. If anyone wants to take the lead on this and commandeer those medical centers, they can feel free to! Again, all help is appreciated, even if it might involve some slightly illegal choices.

> SPIRITUAL RECLAMATION
One thing that was significant in Meadowlark's world before the Aerie was a complete lack of religious or spiritual devotion, at least on a major scale. Smaller sects like the tiny cult in New Amsterdam were exceptions that ultimately proved the rule. After all, they didn't even have any written doctrine about their belief systems.

Things begin to change. Some of those changes are obvious, while others are less so—at first.

The first sign of this is in various preachers who take up spots on street corners to preach about the end of the world. With a muddled and confused ideology, these people build little podiums for themselves to speak about the end times: the Aerie was proof that humanity is only buying itself time before an inevitable end—and eventually, the gods will punish them for what they did. While the initial preachers will not have a clear messaging system, this will change in the coming weeks. In fact, it'll seem as if they're all deriving their ideology from the same place—even while located in different megacities.

Quietly, tiny religious communities begin to spring up. With real estate already in shambles before the Aerie, much of the construction has come to a halt in order for people to begin to psychologically heal. As a result, various warehouses throughout the megacities begin to be converted into spiritual centers. At first, these locales will be innocuous in nature, but in time, there will be a clear set of imagery connected to them. Some of that imagery will link back to the Aerie (with a lot of birds, as well as ties to either the Cardinals or the gods), or to the sacred geometry imagery that's been connected to the Displaced for some time.

These spiritual centers may simply be people squatting illegally, but it's not as if any of the various local police departments have the resources to stomp them out. It seems that the UN also views this religious devotion as harmless, at least compared to the other problems that could arise.

> NATURE'S RECLAMATION
Plants and a handful of animals have been at it for a while, but the world is definitely in the process of experiencing a second coming of … fauna? Some are springing up unexpectedly outside of walls, while others are inside of the walls themselves in many megacities. Did you know that pigeons were an uncommon sight in 2512? Well, were is an appropriate word for it. They're no longer uncommon. And what about that river in New Amsterdam? Never one to be a place for fishing, it's now filled to the brim with freshwater fish.

Want to go fishing? New Amsterdam will eventually require a license for it, but it's still early days. There aren't any fishing poles around to purchase, but someone can probably fashion one themselves if they have the know-how.

There will also be more wild insects. Pest control was a thing of the past for this world, but with all these new creatures showing up all over, that's going to be a concern once again. Unless, of course, it's prevented.

> SAFEHOUSE

Not long after their arrival, the new Displaced will be brought across the city to an abandoned hover-bike garage in a neighborhood that's clearly seen better days.

Located under said 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. The inside of this safehouse looks better than the outside, as it was beginning to be transformed into a training center by Ian Fowler. Once everyone is brought into the safehouse down below, they'll find no one waiting for them. Though Gaby, a Morningstar agent, is typically around, she's absent at this time. Any newbies will need to be filled in by their fellow Displaced, though they 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 number 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 mostly nonexistent in the safehouse, with any past efforts that were made to change that destroyed by numerous attacks along the way.

◉ New characters will be asked to pick their beds, and be 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, though it's running low because it hasn't been restocked since before the previous set of arrivals.

◉ While the kitchen has a lot of dried foods to cook, as well as canned and preserved vegetables, most of what's left in the fridge will need to be tossed. In addition, 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 pretty much nonexistent in most of the beverages lying around.

◉ Along those same lines, newcomers will find that this is a world that is steeped in sustainable choices. Paper is a thing of the past. Ever used a bidet regularly? This world gives everyone a crash course in exactly what that feels like if they haven't done that before.

◉ Everyone will receive a modest stipend of credits from Morningstar 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 upon arrival to 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 also 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, either. Time to sit tight.

New characters will not be allowed to leave the safehouse until AUGUST 27, 2512 (JANUARY 23, 2020). 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

Welcome to Meadowlark, newbies! You're now free to post to the network and log comms. To reiterate, your characters will have no IDs or inboxes, nor be allowed to roam free once they enter the safehouse. Meaning: they'll have to sit tight until August 27, 2512 ICly.

All characters will appear as @anonymous on the network. While sitting tight in the safehouse, it's expected that 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 pertaining to this log (and because we accidentally forgot to drop a questions header here, our bad!), please refer to our questions thread on the OOC post.

The January CR meme for the month is here.

Please check out our Event #011 Wrap Up Post for a rundown of all of the changes brought about through the AU, as well as any world changes that will be apparent moving forward.

As we announced on the wrap up post, AC will remain halved until at least June 2021. That said, for the month of January, we're making things check-in only because of the state of the world.

Finally, we'll be back to our standard planned calendar and AC (halved, just to be clear) on February 1, 2021. Reserves will open on January 23, 2021.

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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-16 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
the aftermath /
[ One set of memories was already enough, two was almost too much for Homelander to bear. When he first arrives back in the real world, he's a quivering wreck, on the verge of coming apart. Sometimes he collapses against a wall and lets himself cry when he thinks he's alone.

But, hiding his emotions has always been a special talent of his. After a day or two, he looks like his old self again. Maybe a little colder, standing straight and military-like, no expression on his face. He'll politely nod at anyone who passes by. If it's someone he was close to in that other world, the act won't hold up and he'll look at them with a furrowed brow and wide eyes, bottom lip quivering before he inhales sharply and resumes his former stoic expression. ]

helping out /
[ When he manages to get his bearings together, he takes to moving boxes of ingredients and supplies for one of the food banks that's popped up nearby. None of these people deserve my help is the thought that runs constantly at the back of his mind while he's doing it, but he manages to put on a happy face anyway.

If a civilian looks at him with fear or disdain his expression falters, but only for a moment.

His time as a Cardinal has only reinforced his belief that the regular people of this world and every other would bite the hands that feed them, so ungrateful towards the very saviors that gave them a chance at life to begin with. So, why's he still helping out? Because it feels normal. He's used to this and can treat it like a stupid Vought charity event he loathed to attend but attended nonetheless. ]


Do we have any more plates? [ He says to whoever happens to be standing nearby. This would be easier if they had disposable dishes here but, alas, the environmentalists are calling the shots with that one. ]

red wings /
[ Homelander sits with a single glass of some alcoholic beverage in front of him (he just asked for 'something strong' for fear of looking like a lightweight), staring at it like a kid might stare at a plate full of vegetables once they've eaten everything else. He drank in the Aerie, enough to be considered downright irresponsible about it, but the real him didn't indulge in that sort of thing. Not at all.

But everything's fucked up right now and he's heard that this can be a viable coping strategy so hey, why not start?

He picks the glass up, trying not to inhale as he takes a sip, and - ]


Ugh. That's awful. [ He cringes, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. How did he tolerate so much of this before? Defeated, he pushes the glass to the side and leans forward, folding his arms on the table in front of him.

Something strong was probably not the best thing to ask for when he's this inexperienced, but he'll be damned if he ever asks for something weak. ]

wildcard /
[ ooc: feel free to hit me up at vellocet#7191 or [plurk.com profile] dandymott for plotting! otherwise, anything goes! ]
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red wings

[personal profile] reproached 2021-01-17 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Murphy's so deep into his own glass that the rest of the bar has faded into a blur. He doesn't realize anyone else has taken a seat near him - let alone that it's Homelander - until that familiar voice cuts through the din. His heart sinks into his stomach. Slowly, he sets down his glass.

They aren't family. That's a lie, a false memory planted into the chip on his brain stem, a life Murphy refuses to examine or consider as anything other than a vivid dream. But just because he has that clarity of mind doesn't mean Homelander will reason it out the same way. Murphy betrayed him. And he knows what happens to traitors.

While Homelander is hopefully distracted with his drink, Murphy moves. Maybe he can slink away unnoticed. ]
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-17 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks, and his first thought is traitor, but it never reaches his lips. He has happy memories with Murphy, too, and part of him is still trying to grasp at the good times he had with his "family" before they fade away like any other dream. ]

I'm not gonna start a fight, if that's what you're worried about. [ But he's clenching his jaw awfully tight while he speaks. ] If we avoid everyone we had a beef with in there, the two of us are going to have a hard time.

[ Most of the Cardinals would, really, but some of them were bigger assholes than others. ]
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[personal profile] reproached 2021-01-17 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Murphy freezes. He doesn't quite look at Homelander, only casts his eyes askance in his direction before resettling into his seat. Trying to leave now would just make the situation worse. He doesn't need to add a snub to his list of crimes. ]

Wouldn't be my first banishment. Once a pariah, always a pariah.

[ No matter how many times Bellamy tries to assure him otherwise. ]

I'm just trying to keep my head attached to my body.
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-17 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not in the business of ripping heads off.

[ He is absolutely in the business of ripping heads off but without his super strength he's not going to accomplish anything other than tiring himself out if he tries. ] It could have been anyone in your place. In any of our places, really.

[ Deep down inside, Homelander knows he's not a good person, and he'll even revel in it every now and then. But he still thinks of himself as a hero. You can be an asshole and save the world. That the people here seem to see him as some kind of villain now is something he's desperate to deflect, even if it means letting other people off of the hook, too. ]

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[personal profile] angerberg 2021-01-17 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Get another. [ she invites, taking the seat across from him and inviting herself to what remains of his beverage. she gestures with it to the bar. ] On me. I'd like to chat.

[ when yennefer had been thrust out of the aerie, the vertigo had been almost too much to bear. in the days that have followed, she's slowly pieced herself together into some semblance of a human being, and with that, piece together some semblance of direction.

it starts with gathering like-minded people, and while she had always been at odds with one of stephen's children, she recalls something very different in john.
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-17 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. [ He orders another - something tolerable and just barely alcoholic this time, as much as it wounds his macho sense of pride - and eyes Yennefer with some suspicion.

He's trying not to hold on to old grudges, although he's immature enough that it's difficult not to. What he's really concerned about, though, is the possibility of being interrogated about some of his less savory actions, so he's keeping his guard up until he feels out where this conversation is going. ]


About what?
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[personal profile] angerberg 2021-01-19 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
About power. [ unlike homelander, yennefer doesn't flinch when she sips at the beverage he'd discarded. it's a sight better than anything the continent had to offer, even in the courts of aedirn. ] Of the sort we had in the Aerie, and lost.

[ that's a very particular phrasing — lost. most people had been happy on some level to escape the aerie, had seen it as a horrible place where they'd become horrible people. yennefer had only seen it as a great failure, a way that she might get everything that she wanted and nothing at the same time. a warning of what she needed to beware of in actually securing it. ]
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-19 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. [ He understands that all too well, and his expression softens a little. ] My second time losing power like that, the first being when I woke up here.

[ In the Aerie, he was a powerful Cardinal. Back home, he was the strongest man in the world. Here, he was...well. Just another one of the displaced. Of course this would be the world he ended up stuck in. ]

I'm listening. [ He might not know the real Yennefer but if the one in the Aerie was close enough, this wasn't going to be some touchy-feely talk, which is a relief. ]

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red wings

[personal profile] baltimores 2021-01-17 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Amos is making his way to the front of the bar when he hears John's voice. The sound of it makes him freeze, an action so rare for him it feels wrong to just be standing there.

He should keep walking. He shouldn't engage.

They were so fucking close in the Aerie. Not outright friends but the way their tastes lined up perfectly; the way they could feed off one another's darker impulses; the way they fulfilled something the other needed with it all just bubbling under the surface, there but never formally acknowledged but so present it was near tangible--

And Amos is desperately trying not to be the person he was there. Above all else, it's his number one priority. Reconnecting with John is maybe the last thing he should do.

They only knew each other in the Aerie but Amos is pretty sure who they were there is in part who they are in reality, and he should not talk to him. He should not. He should not. ]


It's an acquired taste.

[ He takes the seat across from John, voice neutral, almost conversational. ]
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-18 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sits up straight when he sees Amos. Why he's so intent on maintaining the appearance of authority in front of the guy who has seen more of him than almost anyone else in the Aerie is beyond him; it's just a reflex for someone he was technically in charge of at one point.

He nods politely, having forgotten his gloves after getting used to being without the damn empathy bond. So, no handshakes for him. ]


Amos. I've been meaning to check up on you. [ That's not even a lie; he's just been having some emotional issues and hasn't checked in with anyone.

When someone died on his watch he took it personally even when it was someone he just barely tolerated, like Translucent. That someone he actually got along with died was something that weighed heavily on him. Sure, if anything Amos was his bodyguard of sorts so he didn't have the same responsibility to him that he did towards the Seven, but now that he has his memories back he's finding it tough to disassociate the two. ]


Are you doing alright?
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[personal profile] baltimores 2021-01-18 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'm good.

[ Said plainly enough because, well, he is. He remembers the feeling of dying, bleeding out and choking to death on his own blood, but that's over and done with so it's not an issue anymore. The real issue is that now that he's back here, he's glad that version of him had been taken out, and now he's talking to the one guy who had seen all of him.

And they're in public and also they don't live in that hierarchal a society anymore, so it's not like there's any going back to that level of relationship, but... Amos still feels drawn to John on a level similar to what he had with his crew back home and that can't be good.

Polite society, though. Or whatever passes for it here. Not like they're about to go out on a little killing spree together. It should be fine.

Maybe it could even be good, here. He's not sure if that's a desperate hope or... or what it is. But John had asked about him and. That's a good thing to do, right? ]


Did you get back with everyone else? Or... [ he fumbles with the wording. Should have started with this. ] Are you okay?

[ (His gloves are on; probably looks weird considering the heat but he's not leaving home, or whatever passes for home, these days without them.) ]
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-18 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine.

[ He's anything but fine, but he's felt worse than this before and managed to keep the mask up, so he at least seems fine. ]

I just - wanted to apologize. You died on my watch, and that never should have happened. [ No, he's not sorry for the vicious beatings he inflicted on anyone else, or for his place in the oppressive Cardinal hierarchy, but he is sorry for that. ] If you decide to confront the person who did it, you'll have backup. It's the least I can do.

[ And there are no limits on the backup he'll be providing. He won't come out and say 'let's kill them' because he doesn't know enough about Amos's stance on revenge to lead with that, but he doesn't take it off the table, either. If a little roughing up is good enough for Amos, then that's fine, too. ]

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selfimage: — ɢᴀʀʙᴇᴛᴛ — (Yeah there's nothing else.)

Red Wings

[personal profile] selfimage 2021-01-17 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Loki's got a drink next to him, but it's just a dark beer rather than anything hard. he puts the glass to his lips and gives Homelander a side look from bright, green eyes. ]

Oh, stop being dramatic. You're not looking at mead out of Odin's cellar.

[ he recognizes you, buddy. ]
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-18 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes narrow, lips pursed as he glares at Loki. He looks like a petulant brat on a good day; when he's pouting like this it's even worse. But he recognizes Loki, too, and he remembers Thor being an absolute mess because of him.

He tries not to hold it against him, but Thor was his good friend there and betrayal like that stings. ]


I'm not used to it anymore, that's all. [ His full head of hair made it back from the Aerie but not his alcohol tolerance. ] Are you faring well?

[ It comes out strained, but he's trying to be polite. ]
selfimage: — ᴘɪᴄʜᴇʟʟɪ — (And lie in it cold.)

[personal profile] selfimage 2021-01-18 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Loki takes the glare with all elegance. he's gotten a lot of dirty looks, and he's used to receiving them. crossing his leg at the knee, he offers Homelander a little smug look. ]

I've gone through worse. [ debatable, but he won't split hairs there. ] I'd ask you as well, but you seem to already seem to be testing your previous preferences.

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preseance: (pic#14279309)

texting wildcard bc that's how i do

[personal profile] preseance 2021-01-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
You a steak and potatoes kinda man?

not for nothin', but gene has absolutely bagged a deer and has made little parcels of meat for the folks he knows. it's better than crickets, at least!!
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-01-18 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Absolutely. There's nothing better.
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[personal profile] preseance 2021-01-18 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Then I've got a chunk of backstrap with your name on it. A pal of mine took down a deer and was kind enough to share the bounty.

Let's get together for a dinner. Sunday?

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red wings

[personal profile] personalwar 2021-01-22 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even more than usual, Jack isn't particularly in the mood to deal with any of his fellow Displaced. Most of them have been "back" for a while now, having had at least some time to adjust to the sudden shift from one life to another, whereas for him it's still way too fresh. Given that he already did this once before, with Zerzura, it's safe to say he's absolutely sick of it.

These memories, though, feel that much more real. Maybe they'll fade with time, but for now he wants to try and dull them with some alcohol. It probably won't work, but it's worth a shot.

So, against his better judgment, he's at Red Wings. There are countless other bars he could go to, but the entire world is dealing with the aftermath, and he'd rather not be around civilians who are probably coping with this in even worse ways.

Jack's sitting off to one side of the bar, minding his own business — which means he's got the sleeve of his shirt pushed up as he draws his fingers over the ink of a tattoo on his inner forearm. His beer sits barely sampled in front of him. He's jolted out his thoughts by the exclamation from a few seats down, and then turns to see —

John, wasn't it? He'd been a Cardinal, and an insufferable one at that. Who's to say who he really is, now that the curtain's been pulled back. ]


You really gonna let that go to waste?
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-02-28 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He crosses his arms on the table and sighs, kicking one foot back and forth beneath the chair. A rather childish gesture for a grown man, but he sure feels like a kid who found the secret alcohol stash and learned it was disgusting.

He thought he might at least be able to have a new source of entertainment, seeing as he liked it to much in the Aerie. Nope. No dice. ]


Seems like I don't have much of a taste for it anymore. You're welcome to it, if you want.

[ He takes a glance at the nearly-full bottle of beer. ] Unless you don't like it, either.
personalwar: face; <user name="yshanggua2" site="twitter.com"> (pic#11621391)

[personal profile] personalwar 2021-03-05 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Anymore? Jack can't help but notice that distinction, and he also can't help but wonder what this guy had gotten up to as a Cardinal. Was it really just wanton partying and drinking himself into a stupor? That's certainly how a lot of the upper class had been portrayed to the normies, anyway. ]

It's not that.

[ He shoves his sleeve down and seizes his beer, taking a long drink from it as if to prove a point. He doesn't make any move to grab John's, though. ]

You're saying that place changed that much about you? Even the sort of alcohol you liked?

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bloodbathing: (f: 175)

helping out

[personal profile] bloodbathing 2021-01-24 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Usually, Maine doesn't volunteer for this kind of thing. Never has. He helped people back in his universe, sure, but he did it by protecting them. He'd take killing humanity's enemies over working at a food bank any day. Unfortunately, there are no immediate enemies to kill, and there are plenty of mouths to feed.

So, here he is. He's not exactly a welcome sight. People have always been intimidated by his physique; now that they know him as a Snipe, they have reason to fear him. He ignores their fear. Keeps his head held high. Helps out where he can.

Maine is carrying in supplies when he hears a familiar voice. He looks over and sees a man who he immediately recognizes. John, a Cardinal. Someone both familiar and completely unfamiliar.

For a second, he hesitates — and he's immediately annoyed at himself for doing so. He shoves any uncertainty aside. Grabs a freshly-washed stack of plates and walks over. He's not the person John was talking to, but he answers anyway: ]


Plates.

[ That's one way to say hello. ]
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[personal profile] laserbeams 2021-02-28 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard not to recognize a guy with a physique like that, but he smiles and nods like this is their first introduction. He's as good at pretending everything's okay as he is at anything else. ]

Straight to the point. I like it. [ He takes the stack of plates and starts setting them out so someone else can fill them up with food.

He can't be the one doing that, he knows. He doesn't even bother to ask for the responsibility to save himself the humiliation of being rebuffed for it. People were suspicious of him, that was obvious. He's lucky he gets to touch the damn plates. ]


I'm John, by the way. Guess I should officially introduce myself. [ A lot of people know who he is, and most of them don't know it in a very flattering way, but framing this as the official introduction might give him some leeway to brush off his crimes in the Aerie. ]
bloodbathing: (f: 026)

[personal profile] bloodbathing 2021-03-10 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unlike John, Maine doesn't put on a smile. Never been able to fake emotion like that. Instead, his expression is a practiced neutral; a blank mask of stoicism. Only his eyes show anything, their intense focus locked on John.

Introductions are supposed to be the easy part of things. Get a name, give a name. It's straightforward. The problem is that Maine has more than one name to give. There's "August Jónsson," an alias he chose as a legal name when he arrived. And then there's "Maine," the name he thinks of himself as — and the one he was known by in the Aerie.

Fucking figures that the Aerie would make exchanging names into something more complicated than it should be. ]


Maine.

[ Decided after a second of consideration.

His eyes cut to the side as someone else starts filling the plates, and he notices that the two of them are already attracting looks. Big as he is, Maine is accustomed to drawing attention wherever he goes, but this is different. A Cardinal and a Snipe — no, a former Cardinal and Snipe isn't a low profile combination. Still, his expression remains carefully blank, and he looks back to John as he asks, ]


Good on silverware?

[ As though there's nothing unusual here at all. ]