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Rick "СОЛЕНЬЯ" Sanchez ([personal profile] ricksybusiness) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2016-01-08 02:40 pm

PLAYER EVENT ★ HELIOLOGY

INTRODUCTION.

It's difficult to tell time without the presence of a sun or moon. There are no stars. The world is in constant blackness, the heavens barely visible from below and the only light artificial. It's been like this for months.

Suddenly, those who expressed interest in observing the sun (or lack thereof) will all at once receive a text message on their ALASTAIR jewellery from 82736775:

Get your shit and go look at the sky. Now's the time. If you need me, I'm around.
It's time to get to work.


OBSERVATION.

Find the highest point you can and point the telescopes at the sky. Should be easy, right?

Be mindful that there are still guards patrolling the city, looking for escaped prisoners, and some citizens would be very happy to tip them off to your presence. There are still animals in the forests to contend with, and there are still nosey citizens who may ask you too many questions. There are also your fellow ALASTAIR agents, who may not be very willing to share the spot they already staked out before you just showed up.

People and animals aren't all you need to look out for, either. Seven hours after the observation starts, there is a lightning storm. It lasts for 30 minutes, bolts of electricity arcing across the sky. It might be a good idea to scurry down someplace lower when this happens -- you know what they say about lightning and height.

82736775 doesn't contact anyone after the initial text, so observers are free to give up whenever they decide they've been sitting out in the freezing dark for long enough.

[ note: even if you didn't sign up, feel free to tag in! your character won't have a telescope but that doesn't mean they can't mingle. ]



nicearms: (shitlord calling the kettle black)

[personal profile] nicearms 2016-01-18 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ In your own time, Hide. He's got a telescope to carry, sure, fair, but Sigma lets out a little tut under his breath as he glances away to survey the street. It's only when the guy hanging over him pipes up again does his attention snap back to where it should be. ]

Uh-oh? What're you— [ Shouting over him apparently. And now leaping on him, okay. ]

[ His reflexes aren't good enough to jump out of the way; first instinct wouldn't have that anyhow. Instead, it manages to throw his arms around the incoming body's midriff and stop him potentially busting his ankles. And so the guards rounding the corner are treated to the sight of their quarry locked in the firm embrace of another man. ]

[ For one reason or another, they don't look particularly pleased. (And neither does Sigma.) In the midst of their pointing and that's him!-ing and subsequent charging, he flings his hands back and springs away, favorably in the opposite direction of the oncoming cops. ]

[ Presuming Hide tags along, ] Hey, do I at least get an explanation if I'm gonna be an accomplice?!
hideyourself: (tfw your bff throws shade.)

[personal profile] hideyourself 2016-01-24 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
[it hadn't been his first time in the arms of another man, but it was the first with Sigma, so that made it worth remembering. maybe. Hideyoshi would more readily recall the relief on not having to land entirely on his own, though the grip knocked the wind out of him; further, the urge to kick out the ladder (accomplished) and subsequent dashing to follow, the guards' yelling following the two trespassers.]

[Sigma's stride gives him a lead. Hideyoshi's panic shortens the distance, though just barely - his legs were still wobbly from sitting cramped up on a tower for the better part of twelve hours.]

[which was, amusingly, a relevant topic.]


That tower was the best place for potential sun-spotting!

[what more explanation do you need? --- lightning, at that moment, lit up their world as it struck the very tower he had been on: Hideyoshi's wide eyes whipped back to stare at the miniature explosion, his relief compounding and stride stretching longer as they dashed into the woods. yeah, uh. good timing all around.]

Private property's a form of oppression, too, according to this one guy I met in the tavern-- the noble wasn't using her tower at the time, what was the harm? [with sarcasm and good humor. mostly.] Not my fault the guards disagreed!