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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!

the prompts

⋆ 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!!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wow that's eyepatchcist how fucking rude. If he notices Lea's bodylanguage he clearly doesn't indicate as such, just keeps his eye on the other redhead.

"You never been to the mall when those vendors are out? You never make eyecontact, dude. It's a killing." Ohhh, he's a newbie. Well that's no wonder. "Awhile back we landed on a planet where the natives wanted to invite us to some ritual...the results weren't pretty."

Hey, give him a break. The only guy with an eyepatch he ever met was a jackoff turncoat. Er... double turncoat. Sort of? Something. He was a jerk, okay?

He laughs a little.

"Yeah, I'm a quick learner," he said, shaking his head. He grimaces a bit, then. "Oof, yeah, 'ritual' tends to have... creepy connotations, in my experience," he says. "So you guys--er, I guess we guys, now--really go to other worlds and stuff, huh?" He slides the capsules into his pocket for now; they might come in handy later, who knows? "Been to any cool ones? Or at least ones that don't involve creepy rituals?"

He waves a hand, chuffs a laugh. "It was nothing weird like tentacle parties-- ...as long as I've been here anyway." Badou looks a tad alarmed. Even contemplative.

"Really other worlds, really...weird welcome parties."

Lea sort of snorts.

"Hey, at least you get parties," he says, hands on his hips. "I did a lot of traveling for my old job back home, and most of the time, I wasn't even allowed to let anybody see me." He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "My boss was a major killjoy."

"Maybe you shoulda gone into showbiz instead." He sighs. "This ain't an adventure movie."

"Trust me," Lea says, leaning against the wall of the building beside him, "if I'd had my way, I'd definitely have gone into show biz." Everyone remembers you when you're a star. "I didn't really have much of a choice, though. The job was kind of... compulsory."

He makes a 'meh' sort of noise and waves a hand dismissively.

"Anyway..." Enough about me. "I'm Lea," he says, holding out one hand. He's not ready to just up and trust this fellow, eyepatch notwithstanding, but he figures he might as well be polite. "Who might you be? Been in this weird place long?"

That sounds like a seriously shitty job. "What, like a family thing? That's shitty." Seriously shitty. But he takes Lea's hand and shakes it, nodding.

"I'm Badou. I've been here bout...four months? Something like that. Enough for plenty of weird stuff."

Firm handshake on this fellow. He's got a rough edge about him that tells Lea he's definitely had something of a hard-knock life, and that, at least, is something Lea can relate to.

"Something like that," he says, frowning a little. He would hardly have called the Organization 'family', but there was a time when they were all he had, so the analogy is apt enough. "Nice to meet'cha, Badou. I gotta say, I thought I'd seen some weird stuff back home, but apparently I was mistaken." The aliens around here were odd enough, but he was beginning to understand that things only got stranger from there. "I'd love to hear a few horror stories, if y'ain't busy. Whaddaya say?"

If possible the humans or otherwise that have come through the Ingress are stranger. Lea just has some time to figure that out for himself. He'll learn. Hopefully it won't be a hard lesson.

He shrugs one shoulder, mouth tipped.

"Sure, why not. Dunno if I trust the drinks around here, but we'll make do with what we got. Whaddya wanna hear first? The time my roommate turned into a frog?"

Lea's met plenty of strange people, for sure, but for the moment, he's still a little too excited about actually being able to meet some new people to be concerned about how weird they might be. After spending so long having to hide in the shadows every world he visited, the novelty of just chatting it up with people will take a little time to wear off.

"Heh, probably a good call," Lea admits, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm not much of a drinker, myself, but who knows? I mean... alien booze might just kill a human. Or worse." The last two words are said in a spooky tremolo--he's half joking, really, but Badou makes a good enough point. Lea can definitely get behind a Better Safe Than Sorry mentality. "There a place to grab a bite around here? I haven't had a chance to really explore the whole complex yet."

Yeah he can imagine the worse part, unfortunately. Easily enough. But that's the way space is.

"Food is probably a safe bet, more or less."

He does not actually know this. But hey if there's no ritual then maybe the chances are higher. And Badou perks up at the mention of food too.

"I know a sub place around the corner. Seemed pretty normal."

"I should think," he says, shrugging one shoulder. "I mean, the folks here have survived this long, and I doubt anybody brought lunch from home." He gives a nod. "Subs, like sandwiches? Sounds safe enough. I keep expecting to find like... gelatinous tangles of tentacles with eyeballs or something. You know, like stereotypical 'alien food' from TV shows."

He just hopes the sandwich toppings don't have eyeballs. Or at least that there's an opt-out if they do.

"So, Badou," he says then, his tone conversational edging on curious, "can I ask where you're from? I did a good bit of traveling for work back home, but so far I haven't met anyone from anyplace I ever visited."

That earns a chuckle from the other redhead, and he shakes his head.

"Haven't seen any. Yet. But don't jinx it, man! Damn."

He's not too surprised that there are so many worlds out there that no one's traveled to, but he feels generous.

"Europe, in the future apparently. You?"

Lea laughs a little when Badou scolds him, and he waves a hand.

"My bad, my bad," he says, and then reaches up to rap his knuckles against his skull. "Knock on wood, okay? Sheesh."

He looks a little impressed when Badou says he's from the future, but... well, given Xehanort's penchant for time travel, he's not sure how exactly you decide what's 'future' versus 'past' when you're in a completely different universe, anyway.

"Yurop?" he echoes, shaking his head. "Don't think I've heard of that one. What's it like? If you don't mind my bein' a little nosey." He grins a bit. "I grew up on a pretty small world," he says. "I didn't even know there were other worlds 'til I left mine. I mean, sure, everybody wonders if they're alone in the universe, but I had no idea just how many worlds there really were. I've seen some pretty odd places, stuff I dunno that I could'a imagined, you know?"

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"Something like that, yeah. It's...big. Trashy, full of a lotta crime. Not worth living in, but its not like relocating is easy."

A small world-- didn't know there were other ones. Well, neither did Badou until he got here. "You mean you didn't even have alien theories? You were sheltered, man."

Lea frowns a little. "That's... unfortunate," he says haltingly. "So I guess you're none too bereft about about being here, then, huh?"

He gives a slightly bitter laugh then.

"Sheltered? A little, I guess," he concedes, and then shrugs one shoulder. "We had plenty of theories, sure, but no proof of anything. At least, not most of us. Turns out a handful of people knew about all those other worlds--those worlds used to be connected once, but then they were all closed off and nobody talked about it, so after a while, nobody had any idea anymore." He sighs and shakes his head, clicking his tongue with exaggerated maudlin. "Such a loss."

He wasn't about to disclose why the worlds were separated and forgotten about, not yet anyway. You have to be a level five friend to unlock this tragic backstory.

They round a corner, and Lea gestures with a lift of his chin.

"That the place?" he asks, indicating what looks like a fairly innocuous eatery.

"Work is work," he says by way of answer. It's the easiest answer, anyway. While he doesn't appreciate being jerked around here, the things he has to do at home aren't that pressing yet. Sort of.

He jerks a nod and picks up the pace-- "That's it." Despite not addressing the sheltered bit, Badou heard it all. He's tucking the information away. For another five minutes until they're seated, anyway.

Lea's really not doing any jerking, he's just not the sort to spill his life story until he knows someone isn't going to use it against him. He's a champion at jerking people around, sure, but really, you ain't seen nothin' yet. He jerked his old coworkers around so hard you'd think they were Jamaican food.

He pulls the door open and steps inside the sub shop, looking up at the signs behind the counter to see what they offer. There are a few... unusual sandwich choices, several he's not even sure he can pronounce, but from the look of the fixin's along the line, they do appear to have something that at least resembles roast beef. He presses his lips together and gives Badou an uncertain look.

"So. Ah... what's your recommendation?"

Not to mention its fresh. Even if it's hobomeat or something of the sort. Again, he doesn't ask these questions.

"Turkey, ham, the normal stuff. Unless you're feelin' adventurous."

Lea isn't sure he would ask those questions either, to be honest.

Lea examines the sandwich line a moment, then decides on that roast beef--or... whatever it is. If it looks like a duck, right?

"I am an adventurous soul at my core, but when it comes to strange food, I prefer to start with the stuff I'm more confident won't kill me," he says, wagging a finger importantly. He pulls out his TAB and offers it to the cashier a bit awkwardly--he's not used to this invisible money phenomenon, and part of him is worried it won't work, but the TAB is accepted and he is handed his sandwich without issue or comment. Well, it is easier than carrying around what amounts to basically a pouch full of marbles for currency. To this day he wonders how Sora ever carried his munny to all those different worlds, through all those different fights, without his pants falling down (the answer, obviously, is his plethora of belts).

He scopes out a table near the window and waits a moment for Badou, then slides into a chair and opens up the paper wrapping around his sandwich to investigate. Well, it seems normal enough.

"So," he says, "you say your roommate was turned into a frog?"

The TAB certainly isn't as messy as crinkling bills in your wallet or ass-pocket, but credits still seem easier to handle. At least the TAB isn't clunky, and soon enough Badou's got his sandwich too-- something with some turkey and lots of different cheese.

He joins Lea after he grabs some chips and two offbrand-- cokes? pepsis? Does it matter? Either way, here he is.

"Yup. Ribbiting and everything. And the slime is still leftover. AND THEY STILL LISTEN TO HIM!" It seems like its still troublesome....

"'They'?" Lea echoes, then takes an experimental bite of his sandwich. "Ah--hey, this ain't bad!" He swallows and gives Badou an apprehensive look. "But whaddaya mean 'they'? And 'still'? Is he still a frog?"

"Listeners, boobs on the radio," not literally but...you know. He gives a nod, at least Lea hadn't started a big scene about the sandwich.

"He's not still a frog but I think he can slime people still? And he's got control over the frogs. They listen to him."

He snorts a bit of a laugh at the boobs on the radio bit. Yes, yes, he gets the joke, he is still a dude. No heart for twelve years doesn't mean no lewd sense of humor.

"Sliming people, huh?" Another snort of laughter and he takes another bite of his sandwich, shaking his head. "Now there's a superpower I'm not sure I'd ever want. Though I guess slime has its advantageous merits." He wags a finger. "If you get your head stuck in a railing, nobody'll need to butter it to get you free."

Not that that ever happened to him. Never. Nope.

"Frog whispering seems a little more niche, though," he admits, looking perhaps a little disproportionately contemplative. "Not sure how well that one would stack up in a superhero audition."

"ITS NOT ADVANTAGEOUS AT ALL! ITS FUCKING GROSS AND ANNOYING!" He's very Unanimous about this, Lea. Please. He even bangs a fist against the table before them.

Badou harrumphs around his sandwich which is flattering. "You clearly never read the bible. The plague of frogs drove some fuckers mad."

february player plot log

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

savrii traditions

the prompts

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