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february player plot log

Who: Everyone
When: February 20th to February 28th
Where: Thisavrou
Warnings: death, blood, murder, and sweet sweet love

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

⋆ All information is current as of day 51 ( there are 100 days in a cycle, which started on January 1st).

⋆ Other information about the state of Thisavrou can be found here.

savrii traditions

⋆ With an increase in visitors this month, the Savrii have made several attempts to ease the transition by researching particular activities that their guests might be familiar with. However, due to the lack of proper information provided on some of these, the rest has been filled in with variations of known Savrii traditions as well as those from other worlds. Beginning on the 20th, everyone who visits the Ingress Complex will be given small capsules with very specific instructions of do not ingest. These small things can be planted in soil and yield unexpected results! Other noticeable differences across the planets will vary from fliers and other sources of advertisements depicting an odd-looking and very tentacle-like infant denoting this month as “Sweets and Sweeter”, gifts of tiny chocolate hearts that are literally chocolate-coated meat hearts made from a common lizard found on Chioni, and commemorative glasses with a special drink inside that compels one to speak a blunt and possibly uncomfortable truth to the person they’re with.

⋆ Located in R3, the natives of this region have filled the air with love—quite literally. A special chemical released from the rare flowers that sometimes grow in the trees has bloomed, causing the moods of those who breathe it in to lift and their inhibitions to lower. The effects can range from causing someone who isn’t normally open to be very flirty to incensing an individual to make the worst decision of their life. Once an individual leaves R3, the effects of the gas will subside after about an hour. While visiting, however, join the natives in their annual Golden TangleSnake Hunt in an attempt to catch the yellow-tailed Tanglesnake and win a prize for your sweetheart!

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⋆ Love Is Forever. To help all new visitors acclimate to Thisavrou and its Sweet Month, a few long-time residents bring out their own traditions in hopes of garnering enthusiasm and promoting kind, loving acts. On the morning of the 21st, every person (no matter where they live on Thisavrou) will find a heart with a pleasant message by their door. There’s only one problem; the hearts aren’t made of paper, they’re real (some form of alien animal hearts not native to Thisavrou). That very same day, a married couple is found outside their home with an arrow (a big one) shot through their chests, pinning them together. This occurs three more times before it is reported to the Savrii - intermediaries are dispersed to help find any information, and anyone looking to help stop more deaths from happening can ask an intermediary for facts. Characters can investigate to find the culprits and learn their motives.

( OOC Info: If you thread out the investigation and you get to a point where you need clues or direction, then please PM savmods and we’ll give you some plot! This goes for both the heart and arrow sections of the prompt. )

⋆ Four Minutes. This one is what it says on the tin—a round of speed dating that occurs over the TABs and in-person. On the 20th, a notification pops up on all TABs noting a date and time (that evening) for all people to come to. At this event, TABs are synced up, and everyone who attends will be sat at tables with one other person. They will be given four minutes to get to know them. If you decide you want to see them again, mark yes on their profile on the TABs, and if not, hit no. Don’t worry though, whether you’ve got matches or not, the event-runners will be sending out random suggestions of who to go out with! If you accept, they’ll pay for a luxurious evening. At the end of the evening, all matches will be sent to your character’s TAB, and whether you pursue anything further is up to you.

( OOC Info: the speed dating event at the beginning is up to the player to decide the details. You can thread out random meetings or being matched up after or even a date that you arrange with a match a week from now. The sign-ups below are for the random match suggestions. If you sign your character up, they’ll be given a match and a date, completely paid for. )

⋆ Sleep On It. Even the Savrii seem to have an old wives' tale about finding one’s true love. A mixture of herbs were bundled together and placed under a pillow, allowing the person to dream of their soulmate that night. A Savrii, who found the tale romantic, synthesized a mixture of herbs that, when certain steps were followed, lets the user have a vision of themselves with the person that they can find the happiest life with. Step one: Take the herbs in hand and twist until the bundle snaps, it’ll smell of lavender and honey. Step two: Lift pillow and place bundle underneath. Step three: Sleep. Step four: Not all results are conclusive; you may have seen your soulmate, someone you hate, someone you have strong feelings for, or some might have dreams that make no sense at all. The only common thing is that the dream will only feature one other person. Step five: Go find that person and tell them what you saw! Whether something comes of this or not is up to fate.

Thank you to Kitten, Jaina, and Hattie for these plot ideas!!

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Rinzler in the speed dating event? The whole idea is simply ridiculous that the thought of it makes J want to laugh. And she definitely would, if she wasn't now placed in the situation.

She sees him waiting at the table where she's being led to by one of the event's hosts. And for a third of a second she thinks about turning around and leaving. While their terms aren't as toxic or bad as they were when she was without her voice, she wouldn't go and call it ok either. There's been a 'truce' of sorts between them ever since the last very dramatic meeting. But still, despite her attempts to move forward from all what happened between them she hasn't found herself to be able forget or forgive.

But it'd be lying to say if the blackness hadn't gained some grey colors after her second death and what she had seen in the timeslip.

It's that grey that shakes off the thoughts about her leaving and pushes her continue to walk over the table, sitting down on the seat that's pulled out for her. Leaning back, she crosses her arms over her chest and raises one brow up in a challenge. Speed dating your murderer? Now, this could easily be one of the most fucked up things she's done but at the same time there certainly is the possibility for entertainment.

Scans are active. Visuals, hidden as they might be, are certainly on the alert. Rinzler is logging signatures, glancing over IDs, doing his best to keep appraised of every possible threat in the vicinity. The approaching user? Isn't that.

She's still not anyone Rinzler would choose to spend time with.

Noise shifts, quiet rumble scraping towards a growl as the user's vector becomes clear. When she sits, he actually bothers to tip his mask up in a glare. The question's written into every line of his configuration: rigid hunch, unflinching stare, aggressive, angry lean. Not that he expects the user to understand him regardless. This one always had taken every chance to misread—and to blame him for the errors.

Still. What is she doing here?

The unspoken question is very clear and loud. She doesn't need to hear him or see his face to tell he's displeased with the setting. But really, did he expect anything else than awkward moments when taking part to all of this nonsense? Somehow J can't really imagine him looking for another robot friend. Or whatever he's supposed to be.

Instead of replying right away, J cocks her head to the side and quickly glances at the other couples in near tables. Some of them seem to be bothered and uneasy as well but majority are enjoying from the small chit chats they're having. And again, J finds herself from wanting to laugh. Should she ask about Rinzler's hobbies? About the last movie he saw? Or whether he's killed anyone lately?

Knowing that Rinzler won't be the one making the first move she leans in, places both of her elbows on the table and rests her chin on hands. They could spend the given four minutes in silence but that's not what J came here to do. And Rinzler did agree to this game by coming here, so he might as well face the consequences.

"So, I take it you guys don't reproduce the same way as humans do. How are you made?"

If only Rinzler knew what he'd signed up for. On the bright side, awkward is currently being put off by extreme wariness (and no small irritation at whoever had decided to put them in the same place). And then the user opens her mouth... and incredulity slides neatly to the top of queue.

What does that have to do with anything?

He glowers back for a long moment, cycling the data request. Apparent non-sequitur or no, it's hardly private information. In fact, he's more than a little shocked she doesn't now that much already. More likely that she does, that this is just a prelude to some kind of taunt... but playing along might net him more information.

He reaches for his TAB, sound rolling out in a quick, angry beat. If she so much as smirks at his lack of vocals after the lie she pulled before, he won't let any of the savrii stop him from making her regret the choice.

Users write us.

The words hover to his side, red-orange on the dark display. Rinzler's helmet flicks up, contemptuous and hostile. Yes. Users like her.

Well, luckily for both of them the only reaction from J to the TAB is slight stretch of a curious neck, as she inquires what he's writing. There's no significant change in her expression, the confidence stays there in the curl of her lip and arch of a brow but it's no more pressing than before.

And honestly? She would have been more surprised if he had used his voice, which is something that she's now more aware of, rather than text.

Of course by now she's aware that by 'users' he means humans. But still somehow she has hard time of including herself into that definition. She's human, yes, but a user? No.

"I'm assuming you don't mean writing as in what you're doing now." This is heading to direction that makes her clueless and headspin. But this is as much as her stay away from her home has taught her. "You don't have any say about your appearances and bodies?"

Edited 2017-02-25 00:29 (UTC)

Speech isn't Rinzler's function. A lot has changed, but his administrator made it more than clear that detail hasn't. Text is (surprisingly) acceptable, but speaking isn't. So Rinzler doesn't have a voice.

It's that simple.

There's a lag, but shoulders twitch just the slightest fraction in response to that assumption. He's not writing anyone. He couldn't. But he's learned much more of users since leaving his own world, and typing into a digital interface?

Close.

That's exactly how they're made.

The second query is more suspicious (comparison) (taunt), and Rinzler only stares back, mask angling a little. Is there a point to these inquiries?

"Close? I see, I see." J nods knowingly at him. Though it's probably quite clear that she doesn't get it at all. But at the same time she really doubts Rinzler's ability to explain what he means in more coherent manner. He had always used very weird if not confusing set of words. Something she had always just thought to be a robot thing. But the people she saw in his world had talked like normal people.

The grin widens a little in amusement when his head moves again. It's hilarious how suspicious and wary he is of her even though she has more reasons for such distrust than him. Yet, she's the one chasing him, daring him just with her presence and unbothered demeanor as she keeps the strings in her hands. Or at least is trying to.

"Ah no. Just wondering why some of you look so similar to others you know?" Clu had looked exactly like that man Kevin Flynn.

She doesn't see. She doesn't know anything, and the pretense is as irritating as it is transparent. Noise rolls out in harsh, contemptuous beats, stare fixing back on her, and as her smirk widens, the glower only grows. Gloating? Over what, her own ignorance? Or the assumption that she's hidden it?

How very stupid, either way.

She's has no idea. She can't, she won't, she obviously doesn't care to. But then she speaks again, explanation to inquiry, and Rinzler stills, an electric surge of (shame) (grief) loathing freezing him in place. Some of you. It's a reminder. A taunt, but not one he can counter or reject. She's ignorant and stupid, cruel and pathetic and annoying all at once.

But where his history is concerned? She knows every target she could need.

His gaze breaks, mask twitching down to the table. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want her to exist. He'd fix it, but it wouldn't last (it never does). He'd run, but he's done that, and it helped just as little.

We take our user's faces.

"Ah," another curious nod, this time accompanied with a slight parting of her closed lips. Of course it's impossible miss the small, subtle sign of submission as the mask tips down towards the table rather than her. Now, where did that come from?

She tilts her head little to the side and points him with a single finger, as if they were really having a fun and friendly conversation. "That's quite narcissistic of them, don't you think?" She again talks about users as them rather than as 'us', underlining how she dissociates herself from the concept.

She hasn't written nor has 'used' anyone, so there's no point in using the same label for her.

J gives a quick glance at the clock that's ticking on the nearest wall. There's still some time before their four minute is up. Still time to fill in the silence. "What if someone writes more than just one of you? Will be there lot guys with same faces around? How would you be able tell the difference then?"

The pronoun choice doesn't escape Rinzler's notice, but the glower that rises from the surface beneath is skeptical at best. She is a user. In scans, in shape, in the red and sticky fluid that flowed so quickly from her frame. And even more so, in her attitude. Condescension. Superiority. He hates it, and he hates her, and he hates even more how little out of place it is.

She's a user. He's a tool.

The glance aside is puzzling. The query that comes after is still basic. Still soft. She's pulling her attacks, failing to use the words (that she has and he doesn't) where they could do the most damage. Rinzler doesn't understand why. Is she drawing things out? Playing cautious? She should, she'd better, but she never did before.

ID, function, code: unique. Facial render not required for identification.

Not usually. Not unless everything else had been taken away.

...

In-system user also capable of modifying parameters.

It's an easier answer. Especially for her.

Edited (icons!) 2017-02-26 15:58 (UTC)

And she notices the change in his growling. She can't exactly pin point what's the feeling behind it but it's obvious it's not a pleased one. Was there something in her question that made him more agitated? She wonders whether it's a reaction to bringing up appearances. He hadn't taken it well when she had demanded him to remove the helmet earlier. Of course, now J knows why.

In-system user also capable of modifying parameters. Isn't that what happened to him in past? The reason why he is the way he is now.

It's like she's walking on a thin ice now, toying with delicate subjects. This is the point where any sensible person would back off. Either thank for the time or at least try to carry the conversation somewhere else. But then again, when has J been any of that when it comes to Rinzler.

And well, isn't love and relationships the theme of the day?

"How about love, then? Do you guys pick your partners or does your user have to write you a girlfriend?"

No user made Rinzler. Not as he's been modified to be. Still, J's not wrong. All of this was always shaky ground. And especially with her interests, it's far too easy to slip up.

Case in point. As aggressively unhappy as Rinzler's been throughout this talk, you wouldn't think he'd be able to bristle further. But somewhere around does your user have to write you a girlfriend? He manages.

They're not mindless. They're not pets. They're capable of every sentiment she is, and if they weren't, certainly no user would bother trying to play house. Users don't care. They never have, and her perverse fascination only makes abandonment seem like the better option. Rinzler's not sure if the patronizing is intentional. He is sure he doesn't care.

Noise seethes out in a cascade of static and sheer loathing. J won't get any other answer.

"What?" She blurts out as a response to sound, her tone almost defensive. It was a fair question in her opinion. There's still so many things that confuses her when it comes to him. And so far he's shown very little power and control about his own person that it wouldn't have surprised her if he needed someone to play a match maker for him.

"Okay, I'm going to take that as no." She says, attempting to sound comprising. "So, is that the reason why you are here?"

It's not a compromise. It's not a topic she has any business to intrude on, much less to judge the worth of his emotions. Maybe Rinzler would feel differently if he understood the purpose of the gathering. Maybe not. He doesn't have the kind of power that J does.

And the only reason he came here is that someone had called.

He doesn't need to understand the intent to be sure, at this point, that answering was a mistake. J's followup receives a flat, hard stare before the black mask jerks to the side, and Rinzler stands. He turns in the same motion, picking his way to the exit and ignoring just as thoroughly the flustered attendant that tries to intercept. His frame coils and releases, blurring to a leap... and Rinzler's gone from sight.

Better luck next match? It probably can't be worse.

Her lips form a silent "o" as she follows Rinzler moving with her eyes. It really should not be this big of a surprise to see him leaving, it's hardly the first time Rinzler's done it in their history. The act of stepping out of the conversation strikes her as a strange rejection rather than giving up. It's not submission or weakness as much as it's choice not to give in her, refusing to entertain her.

The thought of that soils the taste of victory for her. Something she hadn't realize the craving for before now.

Top-shelf revenge sounds appealing on paper. Miles had said that to her once, a time that felt like a lifetime ago. A moment of closeness in cramped elevator when he had warned her never to let go of something humane, never chase anything and forget the value of understanding or something alike to it.

But this is different. Rinzler is different and no matter how much J wants to let go, clean him under the rug and move past him, she secretly knows she never will. And Miles isn't here anymore watch out for her or tell her what to do. And so the wisdom if tiny man is lost somewhere.

Once Rinzler's out of the sight she turns to look at the clock again. Minute and half left until the next match.

Edited (last one i swear OTL) 2017-03-03 15:16 (UTC)

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