Ｈａｔｈａｗａｙ. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
futurologists) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
epidemiology2016-08-19 07:17 pm
futurologists) wrote in epidemiology2016-08-19 07:17 pm
Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- achilles (iliad),
- alice liddell (american mcgee's alice),
- ana ramir (original),
- anakin skywalker (star wars),
- arima kishou (tokyo ghoul: re),
- ban (the seven deadly sins),
- chihiro ogino (spirited away),
- daenerys targaryen (asoiaf),
- fiona (borderlands),
- genji shimada (overwatch),
- gintoki sakata (gintama),
- giovanni (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- haise sasaki (tokyo ghoul: re),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- keats (folklore),
- keith (voltron),
- king (the seven deadly sins),
- knock out (transformers prime),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- laedo ledo (original),
- lance (voltron),
- meallan lavellan (dragon age),
- nami (one piece),
- natasha romanoff (mcu),
- olivia (fire emblem: awakening),
- peter parker (the amazing spider-man),
- pidge gunderson (voltron),
- rey (star wars),
- rhys (borderlands),
- riza hawkeye (fullmetal alchemist),
- rocky (original),
- sabo (one piece),
- saitama (one-punch man),
- sanji vinsmoke (one piece),
- shizuo heiwajima (durarara!!),
- sieglinde sullivan (black butler),
- sorey (tales of zestiria),
- stiles stilinski (teen wolf),
- takashi shirogane (voltron),
- tony stark (mcu),
- vaughn (borderlands),
- widowmaker (overwatch),
- zenyatta (overwatch)
EVENT ★ LOST IN TRANSLATION
RETURN TO OSKA  Upon arrival in Oska, new and returning recruits alike will find that something strange is going on. Any attempts to communicate with someone who doesn't speak the same language as you will be just that -- like you don't speak the same language. Let's hope everyone is good at charades, because you're going to be out of luck for a full day. On the second day, a text comes across -- surprisingly intelligible to everyone. Is it over? Well . . . Hello, Audentes. We are currently experiencing magitek difficulties, as you may have guessed already. Temporal insects have arrived with our latest arrivals, and as you may imagine, we have had our paws full. cherenkov: We are working out how to mitigate the pest problem for good. For now, please put your unpleasantly huge feet to use and stomp them out. Or other such methods. crowley: We have created a quick patch to facilitate text-based communications, but verbal translation will continue to be down until the insects are exterminated. Thank you for your patience. It's not over. TEMPORAL INSECTS  This invasive species has worked its way in through the rifts along with the newest batch of arrivals, and information on them is available in the library (provided you can read the language it's written in!). It seems they behave like locusts, living quietly within the space between rifts for many years until their numbers suddenly balloon and they begin to swarm in search of food. These bugs move fast and pack a nasty bite, but are unarmored and easily squished. Each one is about the size of a football, and leaves a little tell-tale slime trail that makes it easy to track. They can cling to any surface, and won't hesitate to leap onto attackers and bite if they feel threatened. One can take a decently sized but non-lethal bite out of someone, but a number of them together will pose a real danger. If punctured or squished they tend to explode into moderately acidic goo that can cause caustic burns if not immediately washed off. They are attracted to any area of high temporal energy, which can be literally any surface, corner, or point on or within the castle and its grounds. As they begin to feed they cause temporal distortion in the area. This manifests as the immediate area seeming to flicker backwards and forwards through time. An insect gnawing at a table leg in the dining area, for example, might cause the area to stutter between years and years of dinner parties, ghostly attendants of all fashions and species appearing and disappearing as they enter and leave the affected area. An onlooker can't interact with temporal distortions directly, but if the insect is left to its own devices, it will eventually eat through all of the temporal energy and render the immediate area gray, frozen, and completely inert. It's highly recommended you kill or otherwise chase off an insect before it manages this, as it can do irreversible damage to a world. For affected Oska locations, please see this post. OOC NOTES The translation errors will continue through the rest of the month. For more information or to ask questions, please check the plotting post here! New bounties are available in Oska! Please remember to fill out your squidge success form before August 31, 23:59 UTC! Filling the form out is mandatory, even if you do not have the 3 squidge threads. You will not pass AC if you do not fill out the form. Characters who have been accepted on August 20th are exempt. Please direct questions relating to the success form here. |
no subject
He rolls slowly after her, but... can't put up with it for long. Honestly, it's barely even ten seconds before his engine gives an impatient rev. ]
Is it far? [ He draws a little closer to her. ] Because you're incredibly slow, and this model was built for around carrying humans.
[ He won't even make her ride in the trunk, honest. ]
no subject
Am I supposed to climb in on the passenger side?
[After a dubious scan of every other option. (Look, this is weird, she's not even gonna try and hide it.)]
no subject
He rolls up smoothly with Riza to his right and stops, popping open the passenger side door for her. ]
Trust me, the driver's side was never on the table.
[ The interior is done all in dark metal and black upholstery, with dark red lights gleaming in and under the dashboard. Classy, if a little threateningly so. The lights set in the steering wheel dim and brighten in time with his voice. ]
Just keep your hands off the windows. I don't need any fingerprints.
no subject
And while she has no intentions of running her hands over every surface to cover them in grime and dirt, it's still offensive to be treated like an errant child. Somewhat testily:]
Perhaps you should invest in self-cleaning windows then. [Have those even been invented yet? Well, it doesn't matter. She settles in and waits for the door to close behind her.] Whenever you're ready.
[He better not go racing down the hall.]
no subject
[ Also, he has no idea what kind of chemicals it takes to counter those in the oils humans create, to repel them. He opts not to mention that. The door closes with a soft click behind her, and he starts forward at a smooth, easy roll. Nothing too fast just yet, he's not eager to run into a blind corner and smash into one of those suits of armor. Or a bug. But nonetheless, she should be grateful he's not forcibly seatbelting her in, as he has with a few other passengers. "Passengers", "hostages", whatever. ]
If we run into any more of those little slugs, I volunteer you for removal duty. [ Since apparently she doesn't like his aim?? ]
no subject
Happy to oblige.
[And since words are meaningless without actions, she twists in her seat to poke one arm and her head out the window, like some sort of wayward dog. Less stability and precision this way, alas, but it'll still be better than him.]
Please tell me you're a better driver than you are a shot.
no subject
Trust me, you couldn't be in better hands.
[ Not quite true in any sense of the word, but at least he's a good driver. You have to be, when you spend as much time racing as he does. He even adds a purring rev of his engine, just for effect. It's sort of ruined when he has to slow down a moment later as another bug in his path comes into sight. Ew. Get it, Riza. ]
no subject
I don't see any hands.
[Muttered low under her breath, but likely still audible given her position, well, inside of him. (There's some dirty joke to be made there.) But they're off before she has time to say anything else, and it's quickly apparent that he is in fact a better driver than he is a shot. The only thing impeding their progress is the errant bug, but she's quick to take care of those, and careful not to get errant splatter all over Knock-Out's wheels.
He better be thankful for that.]
no subject
Handy with that, aren't you? Have you had training? [ May as well take a tiny bit of interest in his passenger, as long as she's being useful. ]
no subject
Military.
[As if that single one-word answer explains everything. (Though it should; it's always been enough for every other person she's met, and presumably even giant robots-turned-cars get into spats with each other every now and then.) She pauses to nail another bug, slithering out from a crack in the wall, before taking a good look up ahead, at the fork at the end of the hallway.]
Take a right up there.
no subject
Military, hmm? The military didn't do much for my aim. Then again, medic training had other things to focus on.
no subject
[She's driving around in a car right now, forgive her if she seems just a bit surprised.]
I take it your bedside manner is slightly more professional than your day-to-day behavior?
no subject
[ Except he's relatively sure that wasn't how she'd meant it, and the idea of what she does mean is laughable. He treats Decepticons, a bedside manner that knows how to put down and keep down and simultaneously watch one's back is vital. ]
no subject
A couple more turns, more bugs liquified - though some of the goop gets on Knock-Outs wheels despite her best efforts - and then they're rolling up to the entrance of the castle. Outside it's still rainy, an side effect of Pomarr's mood.]
Looks like we're here. Unless there was somewhere else you wanted to go?