EVENT ★ BACK TO THE FUTURE

[futurologists]

BENDED TIME As outlined in the OOC post, things start to slow down and grow quiet in Oska for a few days as the bugs crawl away and slowly disappear. But then the cocoons hatch. Fully grown temporal insects claw their way out of them, each about the size and temperament of raging bulls. They come out far more aggressive and eager to fight, are are willing to take on anything that moves with jaws and claws alike. Except, of course, another insect — when two of them encounter each other, they enter into a mating dance and then slip away into another dimension, leaving behind only the temporary ghosts of years gone by. If you can’t find a way to pierce that thick shell to take one down, better find another one to pair it off with instead. Just try not to get bit while leading them around and find yourself suddenly 5 years old again. The insects aren’t the only thing going on in Oska, though. As it turns out, unicorns really hate this adult form of the temporal insects, and will start kicking their way out of their stalls in the stables to get at the insects in an attempt to impale or trample them. According to Uruz they’re gallant warriors, but not always quite cut out to take on a bug, and can easily get themselves hurt or killed. She would really appreciate recruits taking a moment to recapture any stray unicorns they may come across and leading them back to the stables. Try to avoid any insects on the way, or you’ll find yourself suddenly fighting insect and irate unicorn, which is no one’s idea of a good time. The lake is getting more active, too. All the fighting has woken up something in the depths of it. Dark red tentacles sometimes creep up onto shore — and don’t worry, this time they don’t belong to a sea goddess. The tentacles don’t attack unless attacked, and can in fact be quite agreeable. Nodes along the length of them act as primitive eyes, which see well enough to interact with anyone nearby. They’re also all a little peckish. Toss a tentacle a bit of food and watch it curl around and ingest it using tiny mouths on the underside. It might even be willing to play a few rounds of fetch or slap a bug into the sky for you if you put it in a good mood with a morsel of food. The senior ALASTAIR members can be seen out and about and doing their part, too. Uruz and Dagny fight as a team, centaur and elf, sometimes fighting back to back and sometimes as mount and rider. They’ll stop and lend a hand, but the cats are a little less generous. Cherenkov and Crowley fight inseparably and use magic and science in deadly combination to ward off and destroy the bugs, but can usually only be seen darting on their way from one place to another. They have a lot of magitek to repair in the destructive wake of the insects. Pomarr, neither as senior nor as invested in actively picking off the bugs, offers shelter near a tentacle-free portion of the lake, calling down storms to toss away bugs for her and anyone in the vicinity. OOC NOTES This log spans a week ICly. Characters will find themselves beginning to understand each other again as the bugs first vanish, as the effects of the cats’ work on the magitek pays off. The translation problem will be completely fixed by the time the cocoons hatch. All of the bugs will have been killed or shipped off by the sixth day, leaving the last day before their departure to the next mission blissfully relaxing. Any temporally misplaced recruits will be back to normal by the last day, as well. A reminder to anyone still texting: the texting feature of magitek jewelry operates based on thought! There are no physical keyboards, recruits merely think the message that they’d like to send to another recruit.

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rhys | ota

[dbag]

handsome rhys | ota

[dbag]

[ warning for general awfulness?? ]

A | NETWORK

[ Listen up, fives. A ten is speaking. ]

Morning, kids — boy, have I got a story for you. Okay, so, I'm taking out this bandit camp, right, people are screaming, kids are dying, the whole shebang. This one guy, I'm carving a path through the camp, right, literally just carving. And this guy, he sees me coming, and I swear, he pisses his pants. And he's crying, he's all, "No, no! I have a wife and three kids!" And he's running around, he's tripping over shit, his pants get pulled down. At this point, you've just got to feel sorry for the guy, he's curled up in the fetal position, in his underwear, bawling his eyes out! Oh, man, it was just. You had to be there, you know? You had to see it. Anyway, I shot him in the face, and it was awesome.

Ah, man, mmm. Sorry. Got lost on a little trip down memory lane there. I had a point, though, what was it. Oh, right, I'm gonna need someone to point me towards who I've gotta kill to get on the next magical fairy cloud out of here. K, thanks, bye.

B | ACTION

[ Long story short, there is a bug and it's ready to get its kill on. But then another bug wanders its way in, and it is on; these bugs are so thirsty, all anyone can really do is stand there like, "Can I get you guys anything? Some snacks? A condom?" In a few moments, all that's left is slightly warped time around the hall, vague apparitions of people who walked here years ago, but that isn't the most interesting thing. At all. ]

Did they just bang their way into another dimension?

[ INCREDIBLE. ]

fucking rude

[cachemoney]

[Fiona has gotten used to time ghosts by this point, but disgusting carapaced mating dances are still new and horrible. It's a brave new world, filled with fresh experiences that make her want to throw up. She is translating Vault Hunter (in-training) to bug squisher pretty quickly though, running around with her derringer out, the barrel perpetually spun to red. Bugs and fire go together like fire and anything else flammable.]

That'ssss. A thing. I guess. [Just passing through, Rhys, please continue your useless standing around + commentary.]

[dbag]

[ Wow, eloquent, that was so necessary for her to add. He squints at her a little, pursing his lips and stroking his chin. He knows u from somewhere!!! Let's be real, he never forgets a good hat. Also, she's basically a Nisha expy, that helps. He snaps, pointing at her. ] Oh, man. Blast from the friggin' past, right here. Look at you, still kicking around! That's nice, that's nice. I admire you Pandorans; ya just don't die, even when evvveryone else wants you to. [ Literally an entire planet of cockroaches.

He grins, nonchalant, and waves his hand as if he didn't just insult her. It's okay to be an asshole if you're funny about it. ] Anyway. Enough about you, let's talk about me.

[cachemoney]

[Let's --

She stops and spins around to stare at him, eyes slowly going narrow. This is not normal Rhys behavior.] Did you hit your head again or are you trying some fresh, new asshole approach? If you are, it's not working for me.

[dbag]

[ Implying the old asshole approach worked for her either, puhleez. He chuckles a little as he says, ] Oh, right, you got me. I'm Rhys. I have a huge hard-on for numbers and doing crunches! Crunching numbers, you might say, you get it? [ COMODY GULD. A pause, then: ] Oh, you know what, that's the other one. Uhhhhhh, business cards! Stupid socks! I dunno, it's been a while, I'm rusty.

[cachemoney]

[It was less off-putting okay.] It's been awhile since you were... you? [Oh my god, does Rhys have some kind of psychological problem that he never disclosed, does Rhys get stressed out by insects and... flying jellyfish... and turn into a megadouche?? Does he evolve into megadouche when under too much pressure.

She steps back over to him, letting her derringer retract back into her sleeve as she holds her hands out, soothingly.] Okay. Let's get you somewhere quiet and you can lie down.

A | text

[kikoku]

Is that really something to brag about? You sound like a villain, talking like that.

I don't think you can just leave, anyway.

[dbag]

No, no, nonono. You see, they were the BAD GUYS. I thought that was obvious, but apparently, your little pea-brain didn't quite catch that. Let me say it again: BAN. DITS.

[kikoku]

Good guys don't enjoy making other people suffer, though. They must have been good bandits. Just because they're outside the law doesn't necessarily make them bad.

A | audio

[moneyman]

[ joke's on you, man—a five is better than he could have even hoped for himself. ]

Uhhh, Rhys? You all right? Because that definitely never happened.

[ he's like... 95% sure. ]

[dbag]

[ VAUGHN, THOSE ABS LAND YOU SOLIDLY IN 7 TERRITORY, DON'T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF. ]

Riiiiiight, this guy! Don't tell me. It's on the tip of my tongue! It's uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Nah, I got nothin'. You like Angelo? I'm calling you Angelo. Angelo, there's been a few changes around here.

[moneyman]

[ well, all right. fair enough. this is sounding a little bit familiar, though...

(and for the record, no, he doesn't like Angelo.) ]

Diiid you hit your head? Or like... maybe eat a bug accidentally?

[dbag]

Hahaha something like that. Except not at all. Nice try, though. You went for the two most obvious guesses first, I respect that, sort of. You weren't afraid to show that you had absolutely no creativity whatsoever! Still wrong, but good try, Buttercup. 🌟

[moneyman]

[ what in the absolute fuck. Buttercup? this is starting to get legitimately alarming. ]

...Okay, well, since I'm so uncreative, why don't you just tell me what did happen?

wildcard | ota

[dbag]

[ i'm so lazy but if you want normal rhys or babby college rhys, feel free to throw a starter of any kind my way here. you can also pp me at regnant or pm me if you want me to write something for you :)b ]