EVENT ★ WELCOME TO ZETA-12

[futurologists]

WELCOME TO ZETA-12 Recruits arrive on a relatively calm, placid afternoon on the tundra. The snow is sparkling white and completely untouched, the sky overhead is a dazzling blue that seems to go on forever. The new arrivals have hopefully dressed warmly, though, because the temperature isn't nearly as nice as the weather. It's well below freezing today, helped not at all by a nippy breeze that stirs to life now and then. THE TUNDRA (WEEK 1) Not far off, the scene grows a little less tranquil. Here the ground is raw, ripped up and shredded by the recent, skidding passage of an asteroid on its way to a violent stop. Snow has already begun to fall and soften the torn up earth, but it's a long way from looking whole again. The asteroid itself sits huge, the size of an office building, half buried in the ground and cracked open. The interior of it is a silent labyrinth of stone, and here and there basketball-sized clear, jellylike balls can be found: the squidge eggs. There are no adults in sight, although there are many pools of spilled liquid here and there, presumably from eggs that didn't quite make it. The eggs nearest to the outside air are cold, some of them even starting to solidify. They'll need to be warmed up if they're going to pull through. All eggs should be kept warm, but some of them are strong enough to pull through anyway if neglected — while some of them are going to need a lot of attention to make it through. Those eggs that do make it will eventually begin to soften, and 24 hours after the recruits arrive, will finally blink open their black, beady eyes and unfold into the squidge shape everyone will come to know and (hopefully) love. A small handful of squidges that hatch won't seem to imprint on anyone. These squidges are standoffish and sullen, but follow the group at some distance. Any time after that, the journey begins. Recruits' jewelry will pull up a compass when needed, with a blinking red light urging them on south. The journey begins whenever you start walking. The weather stays fair as the recruits head south, and the snowy plain is fairly uneventful, but eventually an impasse is reached: an enormous lake. Its shore is studded with beautiful snow stars, and may as well be an inland sea, for all that it seems to extend before them; that flashing red light asks that they cross straight over it. The water is iced over, but not thoroughly and not reliably. Even now, before any attempts to cross it have been made, there are cracks in the ice, great floating chunks that have broken free of the crust and would give a nasty surprise to anyone attempting to step onto them. The first choice is a simple one: take your chances with the ice and attempt a crossing? Or do you venture east or west and hope it has some sort of end that won't take you weeks out of the way? Please choose one of these options to determine how your character fares. As the journey takes them on, plantlife makes a slow return to the scenery. First it's the water cactae, proving a welcome relief to anyone tired of melting snow for water, if you can get into them. But eventually the temperature drops even further, and a forest begins to spring up around them. The first few days of it are chilly, sometimes even still snowy, but further on the plants are beginning to get a little more colorful. THE FOREST (WEEK 2) The second week of the journey is entirely under the leafy canopy of the forest. There's green all around, and the sun is warm whenever it breaks through the leaves. There is much more food to be scavenged here, although you couldn't possibly have made it too far through your food rations, right? Meals can be supplemented by berries, roots, or edible leaves, although it's suggested you find some way of quickly telling what's poisonous and what's nutritious. Here and there are plants trying to bite back, too. Do you hack these apart, or just give them a wide berth? The learning eyes of your squidge are on you, whichever option you pick. Eventually comes another obstacle, not unlike the earlier frozen lake. This one, though, is a sheer drop. A deep, seemingly bottomless chasm has been slashed through the forest. The good news is that you won't have to find your way around it this time! There's a thin spit of land joining the two sides, only wide enough for two people to walk abreast, provided they don't mind getting cozy. You could walk right across… but you'd be leaving your squidge behind. It turns out that squidges are terrified of heights. They want nothing to do with this, and would much prefer they just live out the rest of their natural lives on the near side of the chasm. The choices are these: A squidge must be sweet talked into crossing, calmed and comforted for several hours, or, if you must, forced into it. The squidges collectively are doing a lot of nervous wailing just at the suggestion of crossing, but a forced squidge will do a lot of screaming, even for days afterward. Recruits will find that they have an easier time of it in a group with at least one other person and their squidge. Although they still clearly hate it, they can handle it better in groups. But take heart: on the other side of the chasm will be a grove of large winefruits, a reward for the haggard parents. Just make sure your squidges don't partake as well, that wouldn't go well. Please select an option below to determine how your squidge will be gotten across the chasm. The forest begins to thin out again after the challenge of the chasm, and finally begins to warm up. In fact, it's getting a little muggy. It's easy to feel drowsy in the sunlight dappling through the leaves… or maybe that's the magical poppies. Seemingly innocent little red, purple, and yellow flowers begin to line the way. They're generally harmless on their own — but they're rarely on their own. Any recruits who lie down in the vicinity of a batch of magical poppies may find themselves slowly overtaken by dermal vines. Discretion is most definitely advised, as recruits finally make it to the swamp. OOC NOTES This log ICly and OOCly covers two weeks! Characters may proceed at whatever pace they'd like, but going too quickly or too slowly will mean they travel alone. (And those going too quickly will probably have to contend with screaming squidges, who prefer to travel at the speed of an easy plod.) The unbonded squidges mentioned at the beginning of the log will be determinedly trailing after the group. They refuse to interact with much of anyone currently around... but may be convinced to take a liking to someone as we get new characters apping in. Characters have been provided with large backpacks containing basic necessities -- food and water rations, shampoo, soap, etc -- and whatever they decided to pack. They will not be receiving another official supply drop, so it's up to them to make the rations last. We are also introducing a Bounty Board for Zeta-12! It is entirely optional, but gives you some ideas to spark threads and rewards you for playing them out. Please remember to select your choices in the threads below! How you choose will determine how your squidge grows.

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[giantsheart]

[There might be monsters out there. Or giants.

One who approaches the fire completely not-stealthily, considering her footsteps sort of... shook the ground she walked on, (don't even ask how much she weighs), taking a knee beside Loki, the small serpent tattoo on her thigh roughly the size of his head. Shrugging off her rucksack, she carefully set it down.]

So you're a fire giant... ?

[Nevermind that she says "giant" in the same way you'd say "dwarf", opening up her bag to reveal... her squidge, sleeping inside it nestled in what might be an ALASTAIR uniform coat (giant-sized, so more than big enough to serve as a squidge bed).]

[selfimage]

[ only us giants, here. ]

No, I'm a frost giant. Kind of, let's not get into details.

[ there's a huff that sounds close to on the contrary, even though it's not voiced. he shoots her a withering look that's hard to take seriously with the two writhing little squidges on his lap. ]

I'm the god of fire, too. A bit contrary, don't you think? It's more like a battle of extremes really. Both of them burn, if left unattended.

[ though he hardly seems bothered by her size or her presence. there's no odd glances, no lingering looks, and no staring. it's as if he's gone through this before. even if he hadn't been brought up by the giants, he was still somewhat used to the whole giant thing. ]

[giantsheart]

["Giants".

As it was... Yeah. He didn't look all that intimidating with two babies in his lap. Like, at all. Nor did she quite buy that fire God spiel, either. Why would a frost giant be the God of fire? Or vice versa? Those were two totally opposite elements, weren't they? Diane's gift might not lie in the magics of her world, but she knew elements... Basically.]

If you don't want to say what you really are, suit yourself.

[She hmmph'd, ever so gently lowering herself into a sit so as not to wake the sleeping squidge in her bag or upset the ones on his lap.]

I just want to keep Dolores warm, is all.

[selfimage]

[ they are unsuspecting children, okay, he can't really let kids die. there was one too many, a bright-eyed other Loki, a child, that had been killed by him on his own selfish ambition. there were some things, few things, that took precedent over his reputation, and the well-being of these two squidges were one of them.

he'll be sly and tricksy later. right now the babies seem enchanted with the little fire theatre that Loki is providing. ]

That whole bit of don't want to say doesn't really matter, you know. I'm quite happy as what I am. [ frost giant and fire god; he can tell himself that, anyway. ]

Dolores sounds a bit ... old person-y.