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epidemiology2017-06-17 12:30 am
futurologists) wrote in epidemiology2017-06-17 12:30 am
Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- arima kishou (tokyo ghoul: re),
- bruce wayne (dc comics),
- damian wayne (dc comics),
- eight (final fantasy type-0),
- fiona (borderlands),
- genos (one punch man),
- giovanni (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- hanzo shimada (overwatch),
- hayame (jinba),
- jason todd (dc comics),
- keith (voltron),
- khada jhin (league of legends),
- lance (voltron),
- loki (marvel comics),
- lucina (fire emblem: awakening),
- mettaton (undertale),
- nami (one piece),
- naruto uzumaki (naruto),
- ninurrta noah (cavalier of the abyss),
- odinson (marvel comics),
- oliver hampton (htgawm),
- olivia (fire emblem: awakening),
- peter parker (marvel comics),
- peter parker (the amazing spider-man),
- rhys (borderlands),
- saitama (one-punch man),
- sans (undertale),
- scott mccall (teen wolf),
- sieglinde sullivan (black butler),
- wanda maximoff (mcu),
- widowmaker (overwatch)
EVENT ★ ROLLING 'ROUND THE BEND
ASTERION PRISON  The white light is blinding. The weightlessness continues. The air thins into nothingness, though those who breathe won't feel the pain of suffocation -- in fact, they won't feel the need to breathe at all. The sensation continues for what may seem like a second or an eternity; it's impossible to tell. And then the floor hits you. Or rather, you hit the floor. It's cold and metal and as your vision returns, you'll find you're not alone in this small room, though you're definitely not with anyone you know: standing in front of you is a brawny alien in a black uniform, its many purple eyes staring at you. The alien is flanked by a pair of robots, who take advantage of your dazed state and grasp you in their metal arms to drag you from the room into what appears to be a gigantic prison. As the robots drag you past cells -- some containing other aliens, some containing humanoids, and some containing your teammates -- you'll catch a glimpse of the outside through a window. You're in outer space. If questioned, the guard will only tell you that you've been accused of conspiracy to commit grand theft, and your trial will begin soon. But in the meantime, you'd better get cozy. YOUR NEW HOME  Each inmate, including Audentes recruits, has a glowing blue symbol emblazoned on their forehead. Though it's not immediately clear what the symbols mean, inmates who have been around longer will explain: it's a record of how many lives you've taken, a way for the guards to know who's the most dangerous. The symbol glows through any kind of attempt at covering it -- whether by makeup, clothing, hair, or something else -- so it's best to learn to deal with it quickly. Speaking of clothing, whatever recruits were wearing upon their abduction has been replaced by a uniform orange jumpsuit. Similarly, any weapons are no longer present, though those with a special connection to their weapons will feel that they are being held elsewhere on the ship. Luckily, the guards appear to have overlooked jewelcomms, so Audentes will be able to communicate with each other via magitek (text only is suggested, of course, unless you want to get caught!), though contact with Oska or any other outside ALASTAIR recruit seems to be blocked. LOCKDOWN As long as inmates keep to themselves and don't bother the guards, things run pretty smoothly. Two meals a day, five hours of sleep, and all the weights you need to get yourself swole. But on the sixth day in Asterion Prison, all hell breaks loose. No one knows who started it, but there's suddenly a loud roar from the milling crowd in the recreational area. Most inmates scatter, but some rush in -- to see what's going on or to get a piece of the action themselves, who knows -- and then everything becomes an all-out brawl. Super strong aliens with various powers fight each other loudly and violently while others cower and run for cover. The old alien ducks behind his chess board just in time to avoid a barbell sailing overhead; a six-armed being shoots lava out of its mouth, which does nothing to the metallic floor but severely burns a group of humanoid toads wielding shivs. The fight goes on for a few long minutes before correctional officers and their robot guards pour in to try and get things under control. Those who are still around once the officers come in are in threat of being dragged off to solitary, even if they had nothing to do with the brawl, so make yourself scarce unless the idea of sitting in the dark for another six days seems appealing. OOC NOTES Welcome to space prison! We hope you'll enjoy your stay. There is a plotting write-up here with extra information about the prison ship, and please note that participation in the symbol directory is mandatory. If you have any questions about the prison that aren't answered here, please direct them to the Leramzen dossier. Questions about the game in general should be directed to the FAQ and you may submit mission ideas or player plots at any time. |
CLOSED, SIGMA, ACTION
Yooooo.
Siggy-bo-biggie.
[an irritating attempt at a whisper may certainly rise him from slumber (or half-slumber, or... texting inappropriate things 2 his girlfriend)]
You up?
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[ Actually, he was finally kind of nodding off when the less-than-subtle voice stirs him back into mostly-consciousness, and he squints in the stupid glow of the three stupid triangles emblazoned on his forehead. No, as it so happens, they don't dim them for quiet time. ]
Arguably...
[ Scrubbing a hand over his face, Sigma rolls off his back and props himself up on an elbow to face the man across the cell. ]
S'up?
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butt 4 right now, he is rolled in his v shitty lil prison blanket, which he's wrapped around himself like a burrito. after a brief moment of pause and a whole lot of barely visible shame, he utters the following words:]
I can't sleep.
[anD!!!! this cot is kinda smelly, tbh
he's worried that somebody may have died in here]
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Yeah?
[ Admittedly, there's a frustrated noise under his breath. He'd been so close to unconsciousness... After a second, he slumps once more onto his back and lets an arm drape over his eyes. ]
What's eating you? The jail thing? The space thing? That feel when no BF? I think it's the personal nightlight that's getting me...
[ He sounds tired and annoyed, but ultimately sympathetic. Actual sleep hasn't exactly been restful here so far for him either. ]
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That feel when no BF...
[don't NOD THAT VIGOROUSLY???]
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Same...
[ Or rather, GF. That feel when u can't be the BF. ]
[ Lazily, his arm shifts again, this time to reach out across the space between their cots, fist out. bump it 4 solidarity bro ]
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I just miss gettin' my snuggle on, y'know?
[After confessing to this, Asher rolls onto his back, throwing his hands behind his head.]
I got so used to it! And, I texted him a while ago, so, I know he's fine, but ugh...
[fidget fidget]
What if get kankles?
[A S HER
"will he still love me then???"]
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Yeah... Gotta admit, kinda even missing the numb arm part of it.
[ Or at least, the numb shoulder. His arm doesn't get numb when she lays on it too long. Technology is amazing. He lets that arm likewise tuck under his own head as he gazes up at the ceiling. ]
[ After a beat, he can't help a snort. What. ]
That's what's keeping you up at night, dude?
i rly hate this
Um?
[so ur not even a little curious... about that, y'know... mark on ur roomie's forehead]
Yeah, dude.
Cuddlin' with my boo?
[can u stop using that word]
It's da bestest.
this is a disaster
Tell me about it...
[ Maybe that's why his other arm finds its way back over his eyes. Like it can't be deterred for long, smothering the light of the mark. ]
[ With a groan, ] This is like talking doughnuts on a diet, dude, this is torture...
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He looks groggily over at his friend, silent for a good few seconds or so before piping up again.]
Bro.
[Asher trails an index finger over the edge of the mattress, a nervous tic he's developed over the years.]
Have you ever, like, slept with a dude?
[clarify, plz, clarify-]
Platonically speakin'.
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[ Likewise there's a second's pause before Sigma's head jerks up to give his roomie a Look. ]
Wh— No, I'm not— I don't— [ You know. Swing that way. Does that clarification even help at this point....... Okay, at least it cuts the fluster. ] I mean, I guess.
[ Technically speaking. Really who hasn't crashed on more bro than couch at least once in their lives #nohomo. He almost laughs. ]
Why, you cold over there?
[ in ur heart.... ]
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cue a lip wibble]
Yes.
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... Dude, d'you need a hug?
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and bobbles his v round head up n down]
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[ But after a minute, he pushes himself out of his own bed and, gesturing vaguely for the other to accommodate his ass, said ass thwumps down sleepily beside him on the edge of the cot. And if Asher sits up, he hooks an arm around the guy's neck and pulls him in tight to his side. ]
this is so stupid im so angry
You're a good bro-
[don't close ur eyes like this (ok butt if he like... lingers for a lil longer he can imagine that he is hugging his boo rip siggy azzalea)]
Bro.
god you got the icon
[ That doesn't diminish his enthusiasm once he's got Asher in his grip though. He's probably just as starved of physical affection. Sigma gets his other arm around him and gives him a good squeeze. ]
You too, dude.
[ And pats him on the back, 'cause he's still here... ]
[ ... ]
[ Asher if this goes on too long he's gonna have to invoke No Homo... ]
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Man.
I never thought I'd end up in a place like this.
[haha that's funny s1 asher]
Is it weird that I'm not really sweatin' it, though?
Like, as far as prisons go, this one doesn't seem too bad.
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[ When he relents, Sigma leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him. He glances over at his cellmate, brow furrowed, reasoning out whatever the both of their feelings could be. ]
Probably 'cause it's in space, [ he concludes. ] They don't really have space prisons back home, do they? Space kinda supersedes the prison part...
[ Maybe that's where Asher's coming from, it doesn't quite feel real to a guy like him, but that doesn't solve Sigma's... problem. They're in space, in prison. Imprisoned in space. Trapped. And to top it off, all the thoughts that gets buzzing feel like they're bouncing around in an empty gymnasium. His head's never felt so hollow. It's almost lonely. ]
[ Sigma sighs, letting his head hang and catching it in his hands, fingers running through his hair. ]
I never thought I'd be back in a place like this...
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Not in prison, but in rooms full of people. In fancy houses, dining halls, and lavish parties... Everyone just seems to belong where they are, whether it's at a frat party or one of his father's snobby political get-togethers, and yet he, a young man with the world at his very wealthy and very white fingertips, just constantly feels out of place.
Still, his question cuts through the friendly atmosphere like a knife.]
Wait, wait... Hold up.
You've been to prison before?
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Shit- No, space, not prison. [ He corrects quickly, muffled through his fingers. He might look at home in a jumpsuit but he's never done time. ]
[ Letting his head drop again, ]
Sure as hell felt like prison, though...
NEMO IM SORRY I MADE YOU WAIT 800 YEARS FOR THIS ALKSD JFAKLJSFLAKSJD
[look at those creaky gears turning in his brain again, wee-woo, wee-woo-]
You're an astronaut?
who is this
[ He grins, briefly, before lapsing into thought again. Trying to condense this into as few words as possible for his literal captive audience... It's like one of those "describe what you do as shittily as possible" memes. ]
But I guess, technically... Okay, long story short, the world—like, my the world—pretty much ended in 2029. And a couple of us got dumped on the moon to try and figure something out.
[ It's never been a fun topic, but somehow this feels more uncomfortable than he'd expected it to. No one he's met in Audentes has ever been "normal" by his standards; everyone always had some incredible otherwordly superpowers or a story to tell about a world nothing like his own. And who knows, maybe Asher's secretly royalty or he's killed a man just to watch him die, but even if he's a decade behind he's the exact kind of friend he'd have in college, and that's the closest thing he's ever really come to "normal" here. The closest he's ever gotten to "home" since his whole life went to shit and left him with his own weird powers and a great big black ink smudge on his memories. ]
[ Now he feels like the bizarro one again. ]
This is way better Space 101, dude.
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One that was difficult to come to terms with.
Sigma's situation, though, is a little easier to grasp, because he's from the future. In Asher's day, issues like global warming seem to imply that the Earth's time is slowly running out. The thought of that ever having to happen (and not all that long after Asher's pull-point, as in 2029 he'd turn 40) is grim, terrifying, but not entirely unfounded.
And so, the normalcy, or at least a little bit of it, does not fade away just yet.]
Daaaamn, Gina.
[Asher's laugh is nervous.
Sad.]
They'd really send a recent college grad off to the moon to do somethin' like that?
Sounds intense.
[What he means is, "Tell me more."
"I am here to listen."]
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