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epidemiology2017-10-12 01:00 am
futurologists) wrote in epidemiology2017-10-12 01:00 am
Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- 9s (nier automata),
- akira kurusu (persona),
- arya stark (asoiaf),
- bellamy blake (the 100),
- bruce wayne (dc comics),
- clark kent (dceu),
- connor walsh (htgawm),
- daenerys targaryen (asoiaf),
- fiona (borderlands),
- giovanni (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- goro akechi (persona),
- hayame (jinba),
- jason todd (dc comics),
- jin kung (mortal kombat),
- jude mathis (tales of xillia),
- keith (voltron),
- khada jhin (league of legends),
- lilith (borderlands),
- lucina (fire emblem: awakening),
- oliver hampton (htgawm),
- peter parker (the amazing spider-man),
- rey (star wars),
- rick sanchez (rick & morty),
- twisted fate (league of legends),
- wanda maximoff (mcu),
- widowmaker (overwatch),
- wylan van eck (grishaverse)
EVENT ★ PREPARE FOR TROUBLE
READY  After two weeks en route, the Mothership (maybe you should come up with a new name for it?) arrives at the rendezvous point. ALASTAIR technicians rift aboard and get to work, scurrying about the captured vessel to fiddle with controls and levers and buttons. After roughly a half hour, there's a flash of light -- And the Mothership is moored to Oska, tethered to the fragmented universe by strands of magitek and now safely encapsulated in the cloaking barrier keeping Oska hidden from prying eyes. Though Zymandis at large is no longer a problem, there must be teams still out there who are undoubtedly angry about losing their home base, so keeping the barrier up is a matter of safety. Once they're ready, Audentes can disembark the Mothership via teleportation pads, beaming them directly to Oska's courtyard. There is already a line forming here of curious ALASTAIR recruits looking to teleport up to the Mothership and look around, and in fact, if you think Oska is a little more crowded than usual . . . you'd be right. Usually only occupied by support staff and the occasional off-duty team or two, Oska is bustling with activity, similar to the sort of crowds seen at the Nondenominational Winter Celebration or Recollection Day. Except now, there is no revelry nor merriment, only a lot of people preparing for something very big on the horizon. SET  In the meantime, the technologically gifted are requested to help ALASTAIR scientists and engineers devise an upgrade for the TIMELINE.exe; if his calculations are correct and Zymandis's machine is where he says it is, it's important that its operating system is overridden with the new TIMELINE.exe 1.0.03 file. Otherwise there will be a chance that the universe-purging operating system that Zymandis follows will survive and all the efforts ALASTAIR has made through the centuries will be for naught. For those who don't know their way around a motherboard, there's plenty of things to do -- with how many teams are in Oska, preparing for what is hopefully the final battle against Zymandis, you're likely to run into a familiar face or two. If socializing isn't in your wheelhouse, hone your skills in the courtyard or, for a bigger challenge, in the training room. ALASTAIR support staff could also use assistance in the medical center or greenhouse, preparing vials, potions, and tinctures for use in the battle ahead. And if you're feeling really altruistic, stop by the kitchens to prepare some food for the one thousand Zymandis prisoners now filling the dungeons. You didn't forget about the prisoners, did you? Of the captured Zymandis agents, only a small portion of them have agreed to join ALASTAIR. The rest are either too deadset in their belief in the Zymandis Timeline machine, or they're too distrusting of ALASTAIR to even consider joining up. The dungeons of Oska castle have not been used for their intended purpose in centuries -- prisoners are usually given a simple, heavily-guarded room somewhere in the castle -- but with this many prisoners, there's really nowhere else to put them all. Perhaps if someone were to be kind to them, they might change their mind about joining ALASTAIR's cause. There's a lot to do and a lot to prepare for, so don't forget the relaxing opportunities that Oska has to offer: the baby squidges are due back on Zeta-12 soon for their maturation ceremony, so give them a warm goodbye while you can; the hotsprings is always a good place to relax one's muscles after a warm day; and the library is available for those who like to settle in with a good book in a dimly-lit room. Most importantly, take advantage of this time in Oska. You'll need all the preparation you can get. OOC NOTES Welcome back to Oska! If you have any questions about this log, please direct them to the game FAQ. You may also submit mission ideas or player plots at any time. Guest characters will be admitted to the comms until 14 October 23:59 UTC, so there's still time to sign up! We're excited to see some familiar faces and can't wait for you to be a part of the season finale. We're in the home stretch now, so if you haven't taken the time to review our updated schedule, please do! |
open!
timeline.exe.
So Rey's steady search of the crowds doesn't go unnoticed for long. Directly, as she passes by where he's settled in for heel-cooling for at least the third time—]
Lose something?
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timeline.exe
Ah~ Rey-san! Would you mind giving me a hand over here? [Does he really need her help or is he trying to coax her into stop circling around the room like a distressed bird? We just don't know.]
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dungeons
When she begins to leave the dungeons, he's sitting in a dark corridor waiting for her.]
Have you learned anything?
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kung jin | open
[This is it. There's a creeping, anxious anticipation in his gut that sets his hairs on end, puts a razor-edge to the ache in his muscles. He has to keep working, moving, practicing up 'till the day they take Zymandis for good. A spoil of battle's not a war won, after all: much as he hates to admit it, there's still ample opportunity for them to fail this next one. To lose everything.
Of course, Kung Jin is still Kung Jin. He's always restless in every break they have in Oska, unless he's too tired to remember his inability to remain idle. As usual, he's keeping himself moving and
hoggingmaking great use of the training room-- and, every time, it's a memory of an old mission he fights in. Jin coolly snipes Deemers from the rooftop of the Perdition's Rest saloon, charcoal and ash shaped seamlessly back into its sturdy wooden beams. He hones his stealth, inching around corners to dodge infected teachers in the once placid town of Woodhurst. He defends anonymous teammates from the rubble that falls from the sky of a besieged Oska -- but he can't stay there very long, the anxiety of it all too close for comfort.Sometimes, Jin meditates alone on a remote mountainous landscape-- a single still snapshot from the few weeks he'd spent transferred away from Audentes
on a hiatus mission.Every moment counts. If he can't pull through for the rest of the team's sake, it's barely worth him being here at all.]
2. HALLS & KITCHENS; the sky's falling, baby
[But maybe he should make sure his head is here first, too. At any point Jin's caught outside of anything resembling a regimented training schedule, he's completely distracted with thoughts of-- well-- everything. There's enough people making their way through the halls of Oska that it's not unusual for the usually graceful Jin to collide head-on with teammates, his mind clearly elsewhere.]
Would you watch where you're going? [he mutters, irritated-- and if not called out on it, he'll simply move along.
His lack of focus is bad enough that, after "helping" wherever he can doesn't go quite as expected, he's unceremoniously booted out of the kitchen by the team currently on meal duty. Obviously, he's gonna skulk away, grumbling to himself treacherously.]
They're already in prison. Do we really have to feed them stuff that's barely edible?
[jin please.]
3. NETWORK/PRISON; you a street punk
Let me start this off by saying that I don't care if you wanna kill them, I'm going to ignore any execution ideas and that's that.
Now that we have that out of the way... is anyone else going down to win some more prisoners over to our side while we've got time? We can't keep them down there forever, and there's no way ALL of them could've drank the Zymandis punch. You don't know who joined the organization because they needed something to do... or even something to eat.
I'm just saying: if we can give the ones who'll budge something better to fight for, we can get more of them on our side.
WILDCARD; giving hell till it's frozen over
[hit me at
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[Of course that's easy to say when you're not the one who has to eat it.]
Maybe you can find somewhere else to help.
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3. un: fiona
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i cant cook but uh, i figure food is a start, and maybe getting to know them. chances are they havent heard anything good about us, right? hard to sign up for something you don't understand.
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2 jin pls
[Jin almost steps on her foot on the way out. She smiles up at him, beatific.]
Oh no, has something gone wrong in there? [:^)]
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1, i'm turning jock cr into game canon
Point is, it's how the both of them spend the better part of their day. A nearly silent agreement to keep going until it's less feasible to do so, because this is how they help the team. The simulation ends yet another time, leaving panting, muscles still tense as she adjusts the grip in her hand.
.. And then, a beat of silence later, finally relaxes. Straightens out her shoulders, returns the lance back to its fixture on her back. ] That went much better than the others. [ Exhaustion's starting to creep in her bones, but she quells that easily enough. ] How did that feel?
(finally) does 20 pushups in excitement
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Fuck you, watch where you're going. [Despite being not entirely blameless given that he was walking while reading, Fugo flips Jin the bird with one hand and thwaps his chest with the book using the other. Wow. What a rude child.]
now make that tiddy bounce
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what team? WILDCATS
WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER
ONCE WE KNOW THAT WE ARE
my head's in the gaaaame but my heart's in the sooong
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Hayame | OTA
[Hayame doesn't like healers, doesn't like the invasive feel of magic in her body, doesn't feel comfortable among the technology of ALASTAIR's medical facilities. When they return to Oska she instead retreats to the hot springs, unravels the bandages around her lower chest and human shoulder, left front foreleg, easing herself into the hot water with a hiss as the heat envelops healing cuts and bruised skin.
She can be found at the springs each evening, long hair bundled into a sloppy braid on the top of her head, resting sore on her side near the water's edge where she can take her weight off her hooves.]
０２ ↣ 当たるも八卦 ↣ TO HIT IS DESTINED [CENTAUR]
[But healing injuries aside, she does not shirk training. Hayame spends each morning of their time in Oska at the makeshift range she constructs at the forest edge, cantering up and down the line of shoddy targets, firing off arrows as she goes, plucking her still quivering arrows from the targets only to start again, eventually wearing a track in the dirt with her repeated runs.
She makes no announcements this time around about lessons, but if any student that she previously began to teach actually shows up... she'll deal with it. If not, she has her own thoughts to consume her as she keeps firing, firing, firing.]
０３ ↣ 指輪の力 ↣ POWER OF THE RING [HUMAN]
[There had been two things waiting for Hayame when she finally made it down from the Mothership, finally got actual ground and grass back beneath her hooves. She returned to the stall she had staked claim on in the stables, shirked out of the armor from their undercover operation and began to get comfortable.
But there, balanced on the stall door, had been a jar of sugar candies and a ring.
And now, in the stables, there isn't a jinba. In her place, a woman wearing her same clothing, skin pale in horror at the sight of two very human looking legs, breath frozen in her chest, and a very distinct... lack of pants.]
０４ ↣ 足二本 ↣ TWO LEGS [HUMAN]
[How did humans walk? She has spent her entire life around them, could have sworn she had seen enough of it to be able to... understand it. Yet she struggles with the motion in this foreign, claustrophobic body, terror at the alien sensation lurking just beneath the surface of her thoughts.
She does her best to avoid crowded areas, but considering she's trying to reach a certain prince's quarters, she can't avoid people entirely- she can only hope they don't talk to her or take her expression as license to approach.
But considering that she's walking like a drunk flamingo, barely keeping herself upright... it's certainly very hard to overlook.]
０５ ↣ 鬼札を引く ↣ WILDCARD
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TWO LEGS TWO LEGS TWO LEGS
when he runs across her, he nearly overlooks her. how could he not?
the only reason he takes a second look is because he worries for the tottering woman, wobbling through every step as though she's trying to rely on a counterbalance that simply isn't there. he fears her injured, or perhaps very inebriated, and halts in his own route to catch at her elbow. drawing her upright and -- OH WOW UM ]
-- Hayame?
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NO FRODO, DON'T WEAR THE RING
All powerful jewelry is her new thing
omg hayame no
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Twisted Fate | OTA
[Every time they come back to Oska now, Twisted Fate tries to pursue his research. It's almost always ends up as a roadblock, and nothing comes of it.
Right now, he isn't feeling very social, and books seemed like a good start. He has a pile stacked up next to him, but not a single one is open. Instead, Twisted Fate is sitting at a table -- although more accurately, half-laying on it as he leans forward and tiredly spins a card with a finger against the flat of the desk.
He's immensely distracted, his gaze far away, like he's watching something not in the room.]
♣ dungeon;
[It's commendable how much everyone wants to help out the remaining Zymandis members. Amazing, really, how determined everyone is to aid them and earn their trust, to help them turn over a new leaf.
Twisted Fate, on the other hand, has a chair pulled up and a bowl of popcorn. If you happen to be down here to coax the Zymandis agents to the side of ALASTAIR, Fate is interested in definitely watching your attempts.
Without really offering a hand of help. Who's surprised?]
♠ wilcard;
[Consider this an invitation for a wildcard tag, or you can message me at
diamonds are forever
She's passing by with a book tucked under her arm (The Sociology of 12th Century Snuuptaria), but she stops to give Twisted Fate a skeptical look.]
You know... reading is easier if you open the books.
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dungeon
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dungeness crab dinner
dungeon
Sieglinde Sullivan ⚗ OTA
[If there's one thing Sieglinde is good at, (and there are actually many things she is good at), it's making potions. So when the call goes out, she answers, and it's a steady, familiar work that allows her to drown herself. Not need to think about the upcoming battle, the implications of the final mission...
Or the fact that she'd had a hand in the death of a man about the Mothership.]
Do move yourself, quicklike, please- !
[That voice piping up at you? It's the tiny Green Witch, either on her way to her room from the greenhouse carrying freshly cut herbs or on her way from her room to the medical center with a box full of freshly brewed potions. Whatever's in her hands, it's practically overflowing, and she can only carry so much, so... please do step aside?]
02 ⚗ CASTLE ⚗ COURTESY THE GREEN WITCH
[It seemed her request had been honored. Once Sieglinde realizes that there are gifts with tags bearing her moniker, she cannot help but attempt to investigate, even just slightly.
Some people don't lock their doors, some people's doors are open... and Sieglinde can be found occasionally... poking her head into rooms that do not belong to her.]
03 ⚗ COURTYARD ⚗ FAMILIAR PLAY
[She knows she shouldn't get her hopes up. Just because other teams were in Oska doesn't mean that their teams are in Oska. Doesn't mean that they hadn't returned home since they'd been transferred out of Audentes.
But Sieglinde still finds herself in the courtyard, pretending as if she's only there to let Isengrim stretch his legs, absently throwing a stick for the skull-faced canine to chase after and return to her as she scans the people moving in and around the castle.
Gilgamesh. Masamune. Kidagakesh. Merlin. Riza. Saber. Kojuro. Olivia. Alice. Evan. Rin. Haise. Sonia. Even more.
She looks for a glimpse, a sound, a meeting of eyes... but so far, she has only disappointment that she tries to keep off her face, absently tossing the stick again... Maybe accidentally hitting you with it...]
04 ⚗ WILDCARD
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02 | TAGS YOU AT LAST
the room seems to be empty… ]
WAVES ENTHUSIASTICALLY
:D
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02; AT LONG LAST X(
STAPLES TO
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rick sanchez / a guest character / open
Yo. If anyone with half a functioning brain cell wants to actually work on a way to EFFECTIVELY SAVE THE MULTIVERSE instead of, I don't fucking know, practicing your super-cool machete moves, bro, that would be ideal. Not that I'm expecting anyone else to get the importance of anything that isn't hitting shit with 2x4s. I know what you're all about. There's no shame in playing to your strengths. (There's a little shame.)
b. tech lab.
Without looking up from his screen at whoever's just peeked in here, he points in the vague direction of a shelf covered in various tools. Some of them are pretty scifi-looking.] H-hey, gimme the, uh. Proton drill.
[ ooc. hey please fill out this opt-out thing if you don't want me to tag you about certain subjects, rick is gross ]
a; un: LILITH
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peter parker / ota
TIME FOR CUPCAKE WARS.
SQUIDGE IT TO THE LIMIT.
MANDATORY HOTSPRINGS PROMPT.
WILDCARD ME.
pizza CRIME
[Oh my god, where did he come from? Literally where. Peter was just about to bite down into this perfectly acceptable slice of pizza and suddenly a crime gremlin out of nowhere, leaning on the counter like it's normal to pop up during someone else's meal, why are you this way.]
[Giorno examines his nails. Thoroughly.]
Is this a new method of self-flagellation that you're on the cutting edge of? Or do you have some other reason to settle?
whoa coming in hOT w those puns
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not if it's got pepperoni on it, buster
why just let him live
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squidges
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cupcakes!
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hot springs bc no one else did it yet
someone get her pool floaties she could drown
meanwhile it's a kiddy pool for spider legs
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this is so ridiculously late im ashamed; also hot springs bc i mean really
why did you do this I have regrets
because i want both of us to suffer
mission accomplished
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anthy himemiya | open
ii. from your fingernails ( squidges )
iii. to your ponytails too ( dungeons )
iv. king of the insects & the m5 ( wildcard )
ii | who can resist squidges, honestly
Your pet could learn a thing or two about sharing, [ he informs her, letting go easily as a few squidges pull their prizes from his fingers.
the last time they’d met, he’d been a fresh arrival, angry at ALASTAIR, the other recruits, the situation. there’s no place for that kind of attitude among these baby squidges though; one clambers over his newly emptied hand and he lets it, indulgent. he doesn't actually smile, but it might just be a matter of time. ]
only FOOLS
iii.
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[ 9S may not be quite on the level as a software engineer, but he does know his way around programs rather well; when a call for aid is sent out for the Timeline, he decides he isn't passing the chance up.
... But not entirely for altruistic reasons.
The Timeline is an AI unlike any he's seen before, its purpose capable of something he never would have thought possible. And now that an opportunity to go probing around its finer workings has cropped up? He'd have to be crazy to turn it down.
And, okay, he does lend his assistance where he can, if asked. Yet for the most part, 9S sits at a terminal where most others are gathered for the project, pouring over the endless data lent to them. Perhaps you've caught on that 9S isn't working so much as he's taking in whatever information he can like a kid reading over their favorite comic book. Or maybe you've noticed that he's been totally engrossed for the past several hours without so much as standing up to stretch.
Pod 153 hovers over his shoulder as usual, silent. Probably because it's long since given up trying to get him to take a break. ]
TWO
[ Because he can't pour over a computer forever, 9S is eventually out and about. It doesn't take long for him to wind up in the dining hall, where it's... rather lively, to put it one way.
If you're rushing about trying to make the prisoners' next dinner, 9S sits (unhelpfully) out of the way on a lone stool, watching. Actually, he's doing much of the same if you're just stopping by to grab a bite to eat for yourself. No matter the reason, there's a lot of grub laid about, and he'll wonder aloud: ]
So all this is supposed to be food, huh... Do people really eat this much?
THREE
[ From one information hub to another, 9S' idle wanderings around Oska eventually lead him to the library. The sheer size of the room stuns him, and once Pod informs him what a library and its purpose is, he's utterly blown away.
Back home, the androids didn't have things like books; perhaps after Earth was devoid of humans for several millennia, most books they had written would have deteriorated into nothing. It was already enough of a miracle when anyone managed to uncover relics of the Old World that had somehow survived the elements for thousands of years.
Oska may not be Earth, but was it possible to learn more about it here anyway? What about other worlds and people beyond it, too? 9S immediately gets to work, picking an aisle to go down and skimming over every possible spine laid out before him.
... Problem being, the sheer number or books and the variety of them is making it tough to know what he needs to search for. The hunt feels so fruitless after 9S sets back a book full of bad jokes and puns (why) right after he'd just left a section entirely dedicated to recipies (again, why). He turns to the nearest person—whether they're just passing by or happen to be searching in the same area—and asks: ]
—'Scuse me, can I interrupt for a sec?
WILDCARD
[ Feel free to drop a new scenario if your own if you wish! I'm also over at
two, it's time!!!
Still is, for the most part. But this isn't for her ( they still need a way to convince those in the dungeons, somehow ).
It's not an elaborate recipe — probably some warm soup, filled with vegetables and meat. But the volume required means there's quite a bit of stuff everywhere, and she's in the middle of chopping some carrots when the voice cuts through the silence. ] Supposed to be?
[ She echoes the question, except she latches on to a different part then him. Looks up at the stranger, eyebrows raised at the black cloth around his eyes ( how he sees is beyond her, but it's clear that he can ).
Ah, but, he asked a question. ] Not... all of this at once. Most of it is for storage, I presume. [ . . . ] There are a lot of mouths to feed, and I do not believe I've ever seen the kitchens bare.
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no, now tag me back
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BUST DOWN THE DOOR; one btw
party party PARTY
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Khada Jhin ■ OTA
■ II. NETWORK ■ un: virtuoso
■ III. WILDCARD
un: swan
We wouldn't have to trust them.
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[ There's a lot that's happening around Jude and even though he's given a brief overview about what's happening and what he should be preparing for, he's just trying to not be in anyone's way at the moment. He's aware that there are countless of ways that he can get in people's way but even less ways for him to be useful.
His skills of trade are that of a doctor but even then from what he saw in the medical bay, it made him start to wonder what is the best place for him to get involved. He remembers overhearing talk about prisoners and some talk about food, so that was a decent place to start. Most everyone needed to eat, right?
So, here stands Jude staring down the assortment of foods at his fingertips and wondering what he should be bringing to the prisoners. There seems to be plates of various proteins, sides, and even desserts all portioned out neatly. Look, prisoners or not, everyone should be entitled to a good meal, okay? ]
dungeons.
[ Now that he's delivered food to the prisoners, he stands by the cells with his arms crossed in front of him, one hand holding onto his other wrist. As he watches them warily eat the food provided, he can't help but mutter to himself. ]
I know they're supposed to be bad guys but... [ Jude trails off as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. He doesn't really like that terminology. Who is good and who is bad is entirely based on who was looking at who, right? From their perspective, they were the "bad guys". ] Is there really no reasoning with them?
[ He's glad that the majority decided not to kill them at the very least. ]
I know that I'm new here so I don't know a lot of the details but isn't there some common ground to work with?
wildcard.
[ HIT ME W/WHATEVER!! feel free to pm me if you wanna ask me about something. ]
dungeons
[Anyway, this nerd seems to have had the same idea, which heartens her a little, and she grins]
Of course there is! We just gotta sway 'em back over to the good side! And hook 'em on our TV shows! That'll definitely work!
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( arya / bruce )
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it’s easier. gives him something that demands his attention. keeps his thoughts from turning to things that there is no point considering so far from gotham even if they were true. what was it again? when it rains, it pours? he has been feeling like drowning — or perhaps only falling after teetering for so long on the edge.
no. that’s not useful to anyone, much less the worlds still at risk. no matter bruce’s opinion on alastair, he has more faith in its intentions. the priority remains what it was: overwrite the other program. ensure the safety of the countless worlds zymandis has not yet plunged into chaos.
it won’t make up for the deaths and the destruction they have been responsible for. nothing can. but they can put a stop to it. and they will.
sometimes damian is with him. rarely does the boy wander far and then usually for food, a blanket, something to convince his father to take a break. goliath stayed with bruce this time. the baby dragon bat curls up at bruce’s feet in a ball of red fur.
leaning back against the wall, bruce raises his head. his smile is tired when he glances over. ]
Please tell me that’s coffee.
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wylan van eck | ota
[Fugo never should have told Wylan that the library in Oska had music. Or books on music. Or that there were books you could listen to and didn’t need to read. Or that you could just ask and librarians would help you find books, there was no need to search on your own through the seemingly endless shelves. With all this new information, Wylan found himself drawn to the library as soon as they returned. He can’t spend all of his time at the library, but he still finds himself there most evenings.
And often those evenings turn to nights without him even realizing it. For any late night library visitors, Wylan’s not hard to miss. He’s the teenager slumped over a stack of books and recordings, drifting off in a chair that can’t be very comfortable.]
b. Greenhouse
[It’s not often that Wylan feels like his particular skill set comes in handy in helping Audentes, but when there’s a call for aid in making potions and tinctures, he feels like his expertise could be useful. It’s not explosives, but he figures it can’t be that different. Chemistry is chemistry, and he’s done research on antidotes before. How different could it be?
Apparently, very different from the looks of the greenhouse. As he walks through the unfamiliar plants, he can’t help but whisper to any team member joining him there.]
I don’t even know what most of these are...
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[OOC: Feel free to make up a prompt of your own choosing! Choose your own adventure! Follow your heart!]
b.
[ there's an exaggerated motion of his hand and a sort of empty stage whisper. ]
Some may even explode if you look at them the wrong way.
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Link | OTA
[Admittedly, Link doesn't have a full grasp of what's going on, but he figures the small details might not really fall into his decision making in terms of what to do. He's still processing what he's been updated on, and what will come -- but that's neither here nor there.
Right now, he has just one mission to do.
In the kitchen, one will find Link humming merrily as he stirs a pot full of meat and potatoes, a wafting familiar scent of curry to those who know it. There's a lot of it, certainly more than one man could eat. Probably.
When he glances over his shoulder, he notices another Audentes agent coming in. He smiles, and gestures you over.]
Can you taste this for me?
ii. wildcard
[Consider this an invitation for a wildcard tag, or you can message me at
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[Akira arches a brow at the offer to taste test, hands resting in his pockets, balance shifted backwards onto his heels]
Are you sure? I'm a pretty harsh curry critic, you know.
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daenerys targaryen ♛ semi-open.
♛ wanda.
In ALASTAIR, though, the opportunities for delegation, for rule, are few and far between. Dany has had to busy herself where she is best able to make use of her mind and her hands, and not every task she has tried has agreed with her. Yet she is learning what it is to work, to prepare for war as one who cannot await the return of her men in a tent, and her time in the medical labs and the training yards both have made her very weary.
It is morning still when the knock rouses her, her body sore from riding Drogon only hours before. Ever a light sleeper, she gathers her lion pelt about herself and sighs as she rises, her delicate, bared feet padding across the floor. Who would knock at this hour? Loki, she presumes, or elsewise, Ahad. Nonetheless, she conceals a yawn, her eyes soft from sleep when she opens the door. She blinks once at the unexpected height, twice at the unexpected color of the garb--
--and then she is throwing her arms about her friend warmly, her heart suddenly alight, white fur fluttering around her shoulders and her arms and her sheer linen shift. ]
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OTA
[After spending...who knows how long in the med bay, and ending up in an awkward conversation with Akira, Akechi is tired. He's also still aching all over from exerting himself too much in what ended up landing him in the med bay as soon as he arrived. He normally makes a habit of avoiding public baths, for multiple reasons, but it seems like he doesn't have much of a choice if he wants a soak. And he really wants a soak.
After carefully tucking his clothes and jewelcomm somewhere safely away from the water, Akechi settles into the water up to his neck. Settling back, he lets out a soft sigh as his tired muscles start to relax. His mind, however, is still racing. Running over things that happened...yesterday? Last month? He honestly isn't sure at this point. He's so distracted by his own thoughts that he probably won't notice right away if someone approaches.]
[Forge]
[Well, the hot bath helped a bit. Enough that Akechi's second order of business is arming himself for what sounds like it's going to be a fight. He has his pistol, of course, but it's not really what he would call a primary weapon. But seeing as the forge seems to have no usable materials, and he doesn't have the first clue how to use this stuff anyway, he's left with only one option: trying to get a decorative sword made of soft steel to take a blade. So, people might see an otherwise unassuming looking young man carrying a bright red sword with a serrated back into the forge and attempting to sharpen it.
[Dining Hall]
[Eventually, Akechi gives up on getting his model sword to take a proper edge. He knew going into it that it wasn't likely to work, a sword capable of taking an edge would have been much more difficult to get his hands on, even as a detective.
After the wasted effort, he finds himself sitting at a table in the dining hall with a full plate of food. He'd intended to just eat and then go to bed, but his curiosity winds up getting the better of him, and he pulls his jewelcomm out from under his shirt to examine it, pulling the chain off over his head to turn it over in his hands. He wonders what Oracle would make of it...not that it matters. She's not here, this isn't the Metaverse, and she probably wouldn't tell him even if she knew. He doubts he'll be able to figure anything out on his own, but it doesn't stop him from trying, staring at it with a curious expression in between bites of food.]
whispers holy shit i'm super late to this party..........
Know who Ryuji Sakamoto hadn't expected to see also taking a soak right this very second? Goro Akechi.
Funny how life works, huh?
In any case, this is a person he'd been about two hundred percent sure he'd never, ever see again... And someone he'd been stuck with a lot of thoughts on, all just rolling around up there, left to just... fade to the background whenever he wasn't alone. This guy had been used, just like the rest of them-
-no... it'd been worse for him, hadn't it? None of them had been used to that degree, only to get tossed aside by one of the shittiest of shitty adults Ryuji'd ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Sooooooo, this is probably the last place to have a talk like what they need to have, right? He's actually going to just be... quiet... for a moment after he's already sitting there, having belatedly seen who he was actually having an effin' bath with...
KNOW WHAT THIS MOMENT NEEDS? HUMOR. YEAH. That'll go over real well, right? Punch right through the awkward air that'll likely surface instantly... Haha... yeeeeeah... ]
Man... never expected to spend part of my day in an effin' bird bath...
[ Okay, so, a good joke when things feel grim? That's more Akira's thing. But, whatever; what's done is done. He's glancing off to the side for a moment, then back to Akechi. ]
Sup?
Good thing the party isn't over yet?
maybe. depends on how the party goes.........
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