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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- frozen: elsa,
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mass effect: nihlus kryik,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- metal gear: liquid snake,
- metal gear: solid snake,
- metal gear: venom snake,
- mushishi: ginko,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star wars: rey,
- tron: rinzler (crau),
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( april intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: April 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the correctional facility of Del Pascia.
Warnings: Mentions of blood. Please label your content!
When: April 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Del Pascia
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the correctional facility of Del Pascia.
Warnings: Mentions of blood. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"I feel liberated when I'm doing it, and I want other people to feel liberated through it."
☄ ENJOY YOUR STAY ... IN PRISON Those who choose to go to Del Pascia will find themselves greeted by D-E-L. It has already agreed to terms with the Captains, allowing crew to strip nonessential supplies that aren’t needed since the station’s crew and prisoners were relocated due to funding cuts. The only condition placed upon this agreement is that any crew wishing to explore must undergo a mandatory decontamination before proceeding through the rest of Del Pascia. This process takes only minutes and is guaranteed to cause no physical side effects. Following this simple procedure, exploration is open with only warnings to be careful about damaging key systems. It is important to note that there are various security cameras located throughout the correctional facility, and it is not uncommon for D-E-L to comment or show concern for those exploring parts of Del Pascia. ☄ DEATH BECOMES YOU There is salvage to be found in all parts of the facility, including the cell blocks and infirmaries of the prison wings. However, there is something odd about these sectors, a strange charge in the air that follows you as you search for anything useful to bring back to the Moira. Perhaps it is the eyes of D-E-L watching? But then, after an indiscernible amount of time, it's like a switch is flipped. Suddenly, you are wearing your sins where anyone but you can see. For however much death you have wrought or committed, there will be blood on your hands—perhaps even further than that. This bizarre occurrence will appear as an almost digital skin and will not vanish until outside the cell blocks. If exploring the infirmaries for supplies, any and all health stats throughout your life will be visible and easy to read by anyone who happens to take an interest. ☄ WHAT WAS THAT SOUND? Del Pascia is a very large station and has been abandoned for quite some time. D-E-L will regretfully inform anyone who asks that some nonessential areas have fallen into disrepair. It will warn that exploring these areas can be risky as it has no knowledge of what damage these sections have taken. Regardless of that, if you venture in, you’ll find that these sections are in rather bad shape. Exposed wiring sparks in the walls, a great variety of broken tools are thrown about, and it seems that every camera has been purposely broken. Venturing in further will yield valuable components for salvage, and yet... as before, you suspect you aren’t alone. It isn’t often, but sometimes, you might hear a step falling moments after yours or a rattle coming from the vents. Every time you go to investigate... whatever made the noise is gone. |
Sans | OTA!
del pascia cafeteria;
The clanging would have come from his sword. Which he totally drew in a moment of startled panic, and totally slashed at the nearest shadow.
Whoops.
Sorry, Sans.
oh my god
"Whoa!" Sans shouts, somehow retaining the lazy ease of his voice. The exclamation comes from behind Sideswipe now, with a wheezy chuckle. "Careful with that kid, you could put an eye socket out."
im so sorry sans
Regardless, he whips the sword back into its clip on his back -- holding up his hands in apology. Or surrender. Something.
"Sorry! S-sorry! Whoooever you are!"
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sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
NO PROBLEM
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Moira bar
Here though, on the Moira, it was like a completely blank slate. While not necessarily relieving, he does find being able to observe others uninterrupted to be a relaxing activity.
He turned when he heard the offer of a drink, facing the short skeleton with a swivel of his seat. Oh...yeah, he's been watching this one sporadically. Bit dumpy, looks vaguely familiar...and his drinks are creating quite the mess under him. Whether the skeleton notices is questionable. Maybe he's just ignoring it.
Even though Mettaton found it just a little gross, he pushed his opinions away to instead be polite.
"I appreciate the offer, darling, but I'm afraid liquids don't agree with me, so I'll have to decline!"
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Suffice to say, startled is not a look Sans wears often or especially well. And Mettaton, biggest star of the Underground and very dead by Sans' memory, is about to get a good look.
"Wuh... Mettaton?" Sans squints. He's been drinking a lot lately, maybe too much, if he missed that. Inspecting the half empty glass, Sans furrows his brow bone. "What's in this?."
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"I haven't noticed any shady behavior by our server, sweetheart. So in the absence of tomfoolery, we must assume that I am not a vision! I promise you, I'm here!"
He smiles in an understanding manner, leaning on the counter gracefully as he awaits a response, perhaps an accolade or two since someone knows he's popularrrr! Okay, so maybe he does like feeling important. Just a little.
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sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
no worries!
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that icon. sans put the sauce down
never
del pascia cafeteria.
He tries to think of something that isn't two Os and a D that the smudge could be. "Could be... sauce."
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"Could be. I'd love to know what kinda sauce isn't food, 'cuz that sounds like something I'd wanna try." With a careless toss, he sends the tray flying over his shoulder where it collides with yet another heap of junk. The mystery of the brown stain is far less interesting than whatever the human is up to.
"Whatcha got there?"
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Like, for example, whatever species this skeleton-looking lifeform is. Luke doesn't pry, doesn't really bat an eyelash-- stranger things have walked in and out of local cantinas-- but it's certainly new.
Luke shuffles a bit, so someone watching could get a clearer view of his salvage. "Trying to dislodge the cooling unit. You can use them to regulate thermal pressure gauges in a pinch."
sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
haha same here......
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bar
She's sitting by herself with a glass of ice water in front of her when Sans addresses her. The short, stout little skeleton-like creature had not escaped Fiora's attention when she walked in, and having seen plenty of the ship's more unusual crew already, the sight of him hadn't bothered her too much.
But... now it's talking to her. Well, judging from its voice, it's a "he." And he sounds friendly enough. Fiora turns her head to glance over at the skeleton, a stiff, swiveling movement that's reminiscent of an animatronic.
"Just water. Sorry," she says apologetically. God, this one's odd - she tries very hard not to stare. "Although if they've got some kind of posh, expensive water, I wouldn't turn it down."
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"Not a fan of the spirits, huh?" He asks, leaning hard against the bar. "Don't worry, I won't tell any of my ghost pals."
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"Hah!" she barks out cheerfully after she's composed herself, straightening back up on her stool. Unlike the earlier turn of her head, her body language is fluid now, as natural as any person's.
"That's clever. Spirits, ghosts..."
Grinning, she picks up her glass of water and hops off her seat - the stool is almost too tall for her to sit at - and she sits again beside the little skeleton.
"Thanks for the water. I'm really spooked by anything else."
sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
u know we cool
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Barbarbarbarbar
The offer to buy the next round struck her as odd, though — she hadn't paid for anything so far, and when she'd inquired about doing so, the implication seemed to be she wasn't expected to. But whatever the skeleton's game was, she was keen to play. Nothing blurred the lines of cultural differences like alcohol, after all.
"Not sure. I've just been asking them to mix their strongest drink with their second strongest drink. It's worked out so far." As if to punctuate the point, Shepard downs the rest of it in one long gulp, replacing the glass on its coaster. "What've you got there? Anything you'd recommend?"
barbara-ann
"I don't think I've ever seen you around here before." He offers after a beat, unaware that this isn't the other version of Commander Shepherd he's observed around the ship. This one already seems less buttoned up. Not to mention less unhappy to see him. Maybe a few drinks is what it took to unlock a smile in her.
"Shepherd, right?"
Bartholomew Rex
She quirks an eyebrow at her name. Does everyone keep that close an eye on the directory? She wonders idly, giving Sans a proper once-over. There was something about him that made her feel as though she was staring into a black hole. Mysterious? Sucks you in? Drinks ketchup? She mentally shook her head, and physically nodded at Sans instead.
"That's me. Fresh out of the ingress, but if you're a regular here, I think there's a chance you might start seeing me around more often."
Left hand on the stool beside her for support, she reaches across with her right hand outstretched for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Mr...?"
sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
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:D
Del Pascia cafeteria
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"I can think of a few other o-o-d words that might apply, but they sure aren't sanitary." He grins, flipping up his h-o-o-d, in a decidedly g-o-o-d m-o-o-d. "What brings you here, looking for a snack too?"
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He spends another moment looking through the rubble he was on before giving up and backing away from it to turn to Sans. "How about you? Just looking for a snack?"
sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
It's ok!
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Cafeteria
garbagesalvage hanging off their shoulder."Why would there be blood?" ...the child asks about literally anything in a prison. Oh Frisk, don't ever change.
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"Nosebleeds." Sans offers, without missing a beat. "Very common among the imprisoned. Nobody really nose why."
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sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
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del pascia caf /slides goat over
The sight of Sans leaves her... warmer than she expects. The thought is brushed aside when the monster hears his question. Answering for him as she walks forward. "I should hope food. Though your imagination is running wild, I see."
It's more than obvious she's happy to see her friend, even in their current surroundings.
accepts goat happily
"Hey, T. You looking for a snack, too?"
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sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
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Del Pascia
So the whole 'talking, animate skeleton' thing isn't really novel any more.
Things like situational awareness, however, remain something less than his strong suit.
"Who are you talking to?"
sorry for the delay, busy weekend!
Of course, that kid was friends with everyone.
"The AI aboard this place. You haven't had a chat with 'em yet? They're a real swell pal. Very informative."
I will never forgive you, etc., etc.
wahhhh
>:0!!!
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I'm....... so sorry.
omg
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Oh my god
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Firefox is DETERMINED that I am spelling 'optometrist' wrong
you give so much good introspection and i can't for sans 'cuz he's a mystery man i'm sorry ahhhhhh
dajsdgsagh the introspection is just there to make up for what comes out of his mouth hahahaha
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