march mod plot log

[savmods]

Who: Everyone
When: March 3rd to March 31st
Where: Thisavrou + New Worlds
Warnings:

thisavrou monthly info ( the tmi )

⋆ All information is current as of day 62 ( there are 100 days in a cycle, which started on January 1st).

⋆ The storm around Thisavrou is rather quiet this month. Although there is still an upsurge in the number of Outpost techs called in, many of them have been put on standby until otherwise needed. Weather on Kauto is a moderate 70°F / 21°C during the day and 65°F / 18 °C at night, and Chioni’s has reached dangerous highs of 200°F / 93°C at peak hours.

⋆ Savrii Notices:

Region One grocery depots are offering sixty percent off of any item purchased between day 70 and 82.

Region Three’s residents are doing a pruning ( every sixty days or so ) and all excess is available to be taken; if you need it for mulch, lumber, etc. it’s free to anyone.

⋆ Mission notices have been posted to TABs for anyone interested in earning a little extra cash. Available missions are listed below:

Day 65 (March 6th) - The locals of Region One (R1) are looking for extra help with cleaning and are hiring pairs to run each machine. They’ll pay 50 sencs an hour or 300 sencs for a full day.

Day 68 ( March 10th) - A group of newcomers have taken shelter in Region Five as their home world is no longer habitable. All of their belongings have been brought through the Ingress and is stacked up outside the EN-Line in R1. Savrii are paying volunteers 70 sencs an hour to help transport everything to their new homes. This species returns kindness with kindness, and will offer any volunteer who goes the extra mile tips ranging from 100 to 200 sencs.

Day 75 (March 16th) - With temperatures on Chioni reaching record highs, some scientists and researchers have been stranded due to EN-Line shutdowns. Those in the Ingress Complex are offering 950 sencs to anyone who is willing to withstand the heat and rescue their fellow colleagues. Any equipment needed for the trip will be provided, but due to the greater increase of temperature, some suits may only cool a body inside for a total of four hours before needing replaced. Plan the trip wisely: most EN-Line access has been completely revoked and travel by foot (or vehicle) is necessary.

Day 87 (March 28th) - Scientific Study. Do you smoke? Are you addicted to any substance? A scientist researching methods to combat addictions, of all kinds, is looking for volunteers. He’ll ask a series of questions, take samples, record, study, analyze, and apply new procedures over the course of a day (nothing invasive without permission). Compensation is 800 sencs with complete cooperation.

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ingress travel info

⋆ Signatures are the base reason for traveling through the Ingress (aside from general exploration and monetary gain) and are used to discover the correct world visitors on Thisavrou wish to return to. Every visit through a different Ingress brings the technicians a little closer to finding it. The two worlds open for access this month only have a slight impact on the signature of each person who travels.

⋆ Missions are jobs or specific tasks listed on the TAB once new worlds are open for exploration. Be sure to check if Clearance Levels are required to accept some of these missions.

⋆Clearance Levels are given to visitors for the length of time they have been on Thisavrou (or traveling on the Moira). Each CL offers access to certain things or incentives that others will not have.

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deslora

⋆Upon entering the world of Deslora, everything seems to be connected by an intricate tunnel of tubes that lead to different and very explorable areas of this new place. Ingress travel will have been quick but somewhat nauseating for most, and returning to Thisavrou will result in the same feeling. However, it wears off quickly, and Deslora is opened as EC (exploration class). Aside from the bright colors of the “walls” and the excessive lights, there are also smells of familiarity—to some. Popcorn, pizza, cotton candy. They waft through the tunnels and get stronger the closer anyone comes to the first open area of Deslora, and depending on the route that is taken, some may have to crawl or walk right into it.

⋆Food, perhaps, might be one draw to Deslora, but it is not, so to speak, the main attraction. After piling through the tunnels, it’s like being inside a massive tent. There is no natural lighting, everything illuminated by bulbs or torches placed strategically across the path that leads to an equally smaller tent. Dangling above the doorway is a sign that reads Laugh Your Way to A Smile with reflectors and pieces of glass hanging from its bottom. Entering the tent will reveal a very small but intricately designed room full of twists and turns and mirrors. The strange thing about them comes with looking at your own reflection; passing by will do nothing. If you linger too long, you find your own physical body beginning to take the shape of what is reflected in the mirror. Sometimes, you are stretched thin and tall. Sometimes, you are short and round. And other times, you will find yourself suddenly wavy and curved from head to toe. These changes do not hurt the first few times they happen, but after the third look at your reflection, some alterations may cause pain in your limbs or torso. It increases each time you look at a mirror, and while the effects will fade after a few minutes, it’s best not to linger too long and find your way out through the otherside.

⋆Located several tunnels down - or up, depending on the direction you go - from the Deslora’s ever-popular funhouse is another equally famous attraction. At the top of the steps, a worker waits to pair up individuals into groups of two before ushering them inside the first set of doors. The foyer is quiet, and after the doors behind you have been shut, two single doors ahead of you and your partner begin to illuminate. There is a sign between the doors: Pick A Path . Once through the chosen door, it will lock and the door will slowly fade away. It will quickly become evident that what is in this room is specifically targeted at one out of the two people inside. A happy memory, a beloved hobby, the person you love most - the scenario is always different, but the overall feel is the same. Whatever the room has transformed into, it’s what makes that person the happiest. If it’s a person, they can be spoken to and touched, if it’s an object, it can be used. As the interactions between both characters and the room increase, subtle changes will begin to occur. Slowly, the contents of the room begin to morph into something new. The combination of what one person loves the most and what the other hates the most. The only resolution to be had is to confront the issues and find something in the room to help. For one past patron, the room transformed into thousands of paintings that morphed into painted memories of their partner’s most painful memories. The only way out was a can of varnish tucked back into the corner of the room. Be creative, be careful. Find the way out together.

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thisavrou (R6)

Every so often, new Regions are built to accommodate visitors who are looking to make Thisavrou their homes, a place to work, and many other acceptable reasons. The Savrii pride themselves on being open to explorers and travelers, allowing Thisavrou to be a mecca of trade, exploration, and for some - a place to live. During many meetings with Savrii intermediates over the course of 600 days, an agreement was made with an entrepreneur looking to find a safe place to build their business. The funder, John Hammond, spent millions of sencs on the proper permits and is funding the building, transportation, expansion and overall creation of Region Six. Over the next 30 days, Mr. Hammond will be following very specific building schematics and with this, will be hiring temporary workers to fill the positions required to do so. Job postings will go up and those that do well, might be offered permanent employment when Region Six is up and running. Hammond, along with his temporary work posts via the TABs, will release a missive explaining the following: a few days before the Region is open he will be hiring a large number of permanent employees in (research, science, ingress, cleaning, security, transportation, customer service) fields. He’ll also thank all Savrii, and anyone living on Thisavrou, for allowing him to bring him and his to live here.

⋆ Construction (different pay depending on skill level required) —

Enclosures: Large, electric and nonelectric enclosures meant to be home to creatures that require the added safety measures. 1,000 sencs per week. Crew lives on site until job is completed.

Arena: Stone seating surrounding an underwater area. 200 sencs per day. Crew can commute to and from work.

Hotels: Temporary living accommodations for guests. Crew are paid 50 sencs per hour and have to commute to and from work.

Crew Homes: Residences for future permanent employees to live in. 50 sencs per hour and have to commute to and from work.

Food Courts: Small huts for the production and selling of food. 40 sencs per hour and have to commute to and from work.

Mini EN-LIne: John Hammond wants to build a smaller version of the EN-Line within Region Six. Technicians and general laborers needed. 60 sencs per hour and have to commute to and from work.

⋆ Cleaning: 100 sencs per day; standard cleaning.

⋆ Transportation: Crates of amber stone and creatures will be coming through the Ingress and need to be taken to Region Six. Extreme care and caution is required. 400 sencs per day. Safety clause is signed before work commences.

⋆ Security: Guards to help in the transport of aforementioned crates. 450 sencs per day. Safety and loyalty clause signed before work begins.

⋆ Creature Care: Two permanent employees. The care of creatures. Resumes need to be submitted here listing credentials. Pay is 4,000 sencs per month and workers must live in Region Six. Safety, loyalty, and privacy clauses will be signed.

⋆ Art Design: One person is to be commissioned to create a logo for Region Six. 2,000 sencs for the finished piece. Contact John Hammond. To Note: All management positions in the fields above are paid double the sencs, but they come with double the responsibility.

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OOC: For questions please go here. Don’t forget to respond to the Activity Check.

Comments

Chara | ota | will match formats | cw panic/dissociation

[inconsequence]

deslora; the mirrors

[With their third month on Thisavrou, their clearance level has reached the point upon which they are allowed weapons on their person while traveling to other worlds. Thus, with the Knife sheathed safely at their side and the Locket about their neck, Chara may explore the dubiously-entitled attractions at their leisure.

Laugh Your Way to A Smile, reads one bitterly optimistic sign. They have to laugh at that one, and they do; a sequence of low giggles, quiet and contained, but no less darkly amused. The world warps the longer they stay, and so does the rest of them - distending their hands, their feet, torquing their legs into matchsticks and their arms into cut-string puppet limbs.

They oblige the sign gladly, with each new shift. They laugh, and they laugh, and they cannot stop laughing. It is far from a pleasant sound, and longer it goes, the less it sounds like laughter at all. When they begin to ache, the rate and pitch of their apparent mirth only increases.

When their legs look, and begin to feel, as though they have been broken, why - that's the funniest joke of them all.

I couldn't stop laughing.]

deslora; pick a path :)

If you do not mind being paired up with a small child with a Knife at their side and a peculiarly detached demeanor, then you will have no problems, certainly, with traversing the attraction alongside them. Color them morbidly curious; if this is anything like the first, perhaps there is plenty of loathsome amusement to be had.

Don't mind the red gleam of their eyes, or the fact that their personal history is liable to make the journey dangerous for everyone. It hardly matters. One thing, should you be unlucky enough to be paired up with Chara, is certain: you will have a very singular experience.

Of that, there will be little doubt.

Angel | Borderlands | OTA

[brokencode]

Region 1, Closed to foins

[After receiving her funds for the previous month, Angel found herself gazing speculatively at her thin wardrobe. She’d treated herself to a blue sundress not long after arriving, but other than that, she had only her issued uniform and the jumpsuit she wore back home. Much as she wanted to burn all memories she associated with her time in the Control Core, the jumpsuit was surprising comfortable, and it wasn’t as if she could be discerning with her wardrobe.]

[Until now.]

[It was, perhaps, a bad idea to shop when her weight was likely in flux. It was also true that she couldn’t wait until she found herself in a more stable position to shop.]

[Loose clothes it would have to be then.]

[Briefly, Angel considered asking Gaige if she might want to join her on her shopping mission, but the Mechromancer… didn’t exactly seem to be the shopping type then. Krieg and Zer0 were likewise out, though more by their gender than anything else. Rhys was a viable option, but his clothes were probably too expensive for her tastes. Not to mention tailor made.]

[Her options were… relatively slim, when it came down to it. One option in particular came to mind, and as she headed out to board the EN-Line, she sent a text message to the girl.]

Laura,

This is Angel, if you remember me. I don’t know if this is the sort of thing that appeals to you, but I am going shopping in Region 1 if you would like to join me. I would very much enjoy your company.

Best,
Angel ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

Kauto - Day 68 :

[Though there was still a weakness in Angel’s limbs, it seemed to not be enough to curb her need to help others. The second the job advertisement flickered onto her TAB, she made her way to region five. Most of her time therein was spent running about, back and forth, carrying small armloads and helping older individuals across streets.]

[She’s a girl scout, disney princess at heart.]

Deslora - General

[Wandering about on her own likely wasn’t wise, but it also wasn’t anything she hadn’t done before, either. The more logical part of her brain pointed out that she usually ambled about Kauto, where her various caretakers lived and could get to her in a matter of minutes.]

[She knew implicitly that the winding tunnels would slow their approach by an exact number of minutes that she didn’t really need to think about to know. That, coupled with whatever amount of time it might take them to get themselves through the Ingress meant that if anything were to happen to her out here, she would be on her own.]

[Not that anything seemed liable to happen. At least, not anything outside of an upset stomach -- something that seemed to be all but guaranteed here on Deslora. Everywhere she looked, there seemed to be foods that she’d only read about awaiting her.]

[She’d been allotted a healthy stipend the previous month, and as such had plenty to spend without even needing to begin to worry about taking care of herself. As such, she spent a good few hours picking at various treats. Nothing was ever fully consumed (for fear of truly making herself sick), but there was certainly a lot of variety at the table she’d nabbed for herself.]

Deslora - Mirrors

[It wasn’t all fun and games for the young siren though. Eventually she found herself wandering once more, finding herself caught in the hall of mirrors. At first, she paid them no mind, other than the briefest of glances. They were silly, made her smile, but otherwise she thought nothing of it.]

[Until one otherwise innocuous mirror caught her eye. She paused before it, staring at a reflection that, in a perfect world, would have been normal. Her mirror-self stared back, cheeks plump where Angel knew they should have been shallow. There was no purple ring in her eyes, nor any bruising below them. Those blue eyes, practically sparkling back at her, were curtained by a full, thick head of black hair, a sharp contrast to Angel’s own brittle and uneve locks. Though still skinny, it was out of fitness, rather than starvation -- no bones showing or anything else.]

[She couldn’t help but smile, and with the smile came tears that didn’t show in her reflection. While the siren wept for what she didn’t have, the image stared back, happy with its blessings.]

[The longer Angel stared though, the more she became aware of a faint tickling on her scalp. She lifted her hands, fingers brushing where there should have been bald scalp. The pads of her fingers instead met soft, silky hair that seemed to grow even as she stroked it.]

[After what felt like a century, the girl finally pulled herself away from the mirror. There was an ache in her cheeks, but she attributed it only to her beaming smile. She made it a handful of steps before feeling a troubling chill against the side of her head. Once more her hand lifted, only this time she felt her bare scalp once more.]

[She all but sprinted back to the mirror.]

[foins]

[She remembers of course. The name, hair, eyes, everything so distinct and foreign, yet the familiarity carried in Angel’s silence during their initial meeting is the reason the young woman’s identity has cemented itself in Laura’s mind. There are few people that have seen depths as they have and lived to find themselves after, and Laura is not soon to forget another like herself.

The invitation comes as a surprise. Even following her stay with the X-Men and into her brief training to become initiated as an Avenger, not many had ever reached out to her with such offers of company. If it were ever to come, it was usually the adults, Ororo or Gambit, if not Dust, with her faith and trust, who gave it. In those days, she had turned away so easily, thinking the solitude better protected others from what she is when there was no need of her. But here, having been alone for some months, without a true friend, she finds comfort in having received a message at all. It reminds her of Jubilee, popping in to remind her to live.]

I remember. I will find you.

[She replies swiftly and pockets her TAB again. She could use a change in clothing; her outfit has seen far better days.

All she needs is a scent, and tracking Angel comes easily. Everyone has a different scent, after all, and Laura still clearly recalls Angel’s. Fresh wind through the leaves. A faint hint of the earth and metal. She follows what she catches through the breeze and soon finds where Angel as been, where Angel has gone. It is not long before she catches sight of Angel herself.

She tenses, forgetting how best to call someone’s attention from afar. It has been long since she last held familiarity with anyone, and she worries now that calling out is too much. So she approaches (stiffly), attempting to catch Angel’s eye. Thankfully the angle of her approach is not unnoticeable to the direction that Angel faces, but she is never certain when others will pay mind to her.]

Asriel Dreemurr | ota

[pleasereset]

[Laugh Your Way to A Smile. (Warning for some body horror)]



[It was the first time in a long while that Asriel had ventured off from the safety of his new home on Kauto. Despite telling himself that it'd be okay, that he could just go back home if he didn't like it here, he still felt so unsure of himself. Maybe it was better to stay? He could just live on Kauto forever and there'd be no problems, right?

... Well, maybe not. Chara and Frisk were still inclined to explore. He... really didn't want to seem like a complete coward, regardless of his reasons.

What he finds on Deslora though surprises him. Bright colors, tubes, the scent of pizza in the air. A buried childlike fascination and excitement rises to the surface, and Asriel feels the urge to explore. And his searching leads him to a sign and a room full of mirrors, each one warping his appearance in new and funny ways.

At first he's amused - some mirrors make him look taller, some make his arms stretch or make him way too short. At some point, he stops at a mirror and does a double take at what he sees reflected in it.

Himself. Completely normal. But yellow flowers are growing from his eyes.

He's not sure how long he's stared at this particular reflection, enough to feel a disgusting chill pass through his fur. But he feels something sting in eyes - mild at first, and then the pain gradually increases into something more unbearable. His vision goes dark and something - something doesn't feel right with his eyes-]

Augh - aughh!!!

[He grasps at his face, rubbing his eyes and feeling flower petals instead.]

[Pick a Path.]



[Two doors.

Asriel is a little wary about picking out which one to go through. Neither door looks like a better option than the other, and who knows where they lead to. He gives an uncertain look to whoever is standing beside him.]

Which door do you think we should choose? They both look the same.

[brokencode]

[On the train, Angel had stared at the response with an incredulous look. Even she didn't know where she was about to be. Her fingers itched to respond, not afraid whatever might drive Laura to her location, but curious.]

[Instead, she pocketed her own device, deciding to wait and see what happened. When she arrived at the station, she stayed there, wondering if perhaps her companion had thought that to be the most logical location to be then. If not, then it also didn't make sense not to move about. However the woman was attempting to find Angel, movement would likely only disrupt it.]

[A nearby bench would prove to be the perfect place to wait.]

[With nothing else to do aside from keep an eye out for the woman, she caught on to her presence soon enough. Angel lifted a tattooed arm to wave at her, before standing and approaching. Despite her excitement to see a friendly face, the siren moved slowly. She had remembered the odd mannerisms of her companion before, and didn't want to overwhelm her with a too-exuberant approach.]

[Though she spoke somewhat softly when she drew near, the exuberance was still clear in both her voice and mannerisms.]

It's good to see you again, my friend.

hope this is ok!

[brokencode]

[It was an eerily familiar laugh that drew Angel from her own trance. Startled and all too aware of the ache in her bones, she stumbled away from the mirror and toward the sound. Though their first meeting had left her unnerved, the siren was quickly becoming aware of the trance that this place was capable of putting them all under.]

[No matter how frightened she was of the child, she wasn't about to leave C.T. to this madness.]

[Tracing the laughs was a difficult task, the winding maze of mirrors proving to be quite the distraction. Though her entire body ached with the transformations she had undergone, it was not an unfamiliar sensation. She'd worked through worse.]

[Still, the sight of C.T. was a startling one, one that caused the wind to rush from her lungs upon seeing them. Once more, she felt the urge to run from the child, but this time, knew she could not.]

C.T.? It's Angel... do you remember me?

[foins]

[Having studied human mannerisms thoroughly as part of her training, it takes little effort for her to pick up on Angel's cheerful intonation. It speaks of excitement, tells Laura that Angel is truly glad to see her, as her words dictate. The knowledge brings a warmth to her chest.

She offers a faint quirk of her lips, a ghost of a smile, as she nods in returned greeting.]

I hope you have been well. [No more tears? Perhaps. At least, Laura cannot smell them in the immediate vicinity.] And that you haven’t waited long.

[brokencode]

[The smile was a welcome sight, and only proved to widen the one growing on Angel's own lips. It was still miles from the tight embraces she might have reserved for some of her other friends, but perhaps, int time, they could get there.]

I have been. [Angel nodded along with her words.] And no, I've hardly been off the transport for more than a few minutes. You made good time.

[The curiosity from earlier remained, but it could be addressed later, once greetings and the like were out of the way. She didn't want the woman to think she was put-off by the whole thing.]

of course!

[inconsequence]

[Chara - that is to say, C.T. - is apparently rather enjoying themself! Why would they be laughing otherwise? They are laughing, despite the way they cannot seem to stand, their legs bent at angles askew, as well and truly broken as they were the day I came here, from an imaginary impact, or perhaps simply a phantom one.

It hurts, and yet they do little more than lean forward, hair falling past their ears, one hand braced against the floor, and keep their eyes stretched wide, their laughter bright.

The voice, when it reaches them, arrives at a distance, and placing it proves - troublesome. Their vision blurs, their cheeks aching with their mirth, until at last their eyes, pupils blown wide, settle upon her.

Angel, she supplies, helpfully, and their fragmenting brain cannot even snap at the offer of information they surely - surely did not need. They know her. They remember her.

Do they not?

The laugh lapses into a hiss of breath, a weak echo of their earlier fit, and their shoulders - quake. No matter how they try, they cannot seem to hold themself still.

Their composure proves difficult to reclaim. At least their good humor prevents such a thing from being as much of an irritant as is typical.]

Greetings.

hanzo shimada | ota

[eruit]

DESLORA; general

[ It's Hanzo's first time properly exploring somewhere new and he still feels frustratingly out of his element, trying to figure things out as he goes. He doesn't feel settled, or comfortable, and it feels as though every single moment is a fight not to retreat to some quiet place and bury himself in something else until his mind goes numb and he can manage to figure something out. Each winding tunnel and each wall frustrates and tires him in equal measure, but he keeps going.

The smells remind him of Hanamura. It reminds him of the arcade, of time spend as a youth before he dedicated himself to his studies. It reminds him of cotton candy and the noodle shop and, more than anything else, it reminds him of his brother, in a way that leaves him furious and wanting to break something, a storm behind his eyes.

It's as if whoever brought him here, whatever supposed scientific mistake it is excused as being, wished nothing more than to torture him, and he storms through each blinding tunnel with an anger that echoes around him - each step of his boots on the ground rings out with a metallic ting. ]

LAUGH YOUR WAY TO A SMILE

[ The room of mirrors does nothing for Hanzo's frustration and aggression as he walks through. He's stretched and blotched and changed under the mirrors and he shakes his head, frowning as he averts his eyes. They keep being drawn back, though, a soft glow when he glances away, blue on his arm as his eyes change focus, almost as if the dragons are coming without his call. When he looks back he feels as though his body is stretching, as if his legs are being dragged away from him and he's being drawn out, and all he can do is rest against a mirror, eyes closed and trying to force the feeling away.

It's dizzying, but it goes, slowly, like headrush from standing up too fast.

He begins to push forward, not trying to be particularly careful as he moves to nudge people out of the way. He doesn't like how his body feels, the phantom reminder of the pain that thrummed through him, and while it's gone he feels as though the pinpricks of it are still there.

He stops near the end, pausing to look long and hard at a mirror, to see if this was some trick of his imagination, some foolish thing they have done to him, and he feels like his fingers are being twisted and curled, undone and remade into knots, and he pushes through to get out of the room and shift to rest a hand against the nearest wall, breathing out hard. It was wrong, and he does not know how to cope with the strangeness of it, and he burns under his skin. Adrenaline has control and he's desperate to work it off, not sure where to go. ]

PICK A PATH; closed to soldier

[ He's grouped and rounded up with someone he doesn't recognised and before he can manage to protest, Hanzo is shoved into a room and he can hear the door latch shut behind him. He turns, with a low growl of frustration, moving to grab at the handle and try to twist, but... Nothing happens. There's no budge, no give, and he wants to reach for his arrows but he'd left them back at the farm for want of some kind of proof of trust between himself and strangers - even if he might have thought about carrying a knife instead. A knife isn't a sword but that doesn't matter; swords no longer touch his fingertips.

He's about to turn and speak to the stranger when he hears a quiet voice, almost a whisper, and it's as though something is tugging at his clothes. It's a familiar, gentle tugging sensation, something pulling at him - both at his heart and in reality - and Hanzo doesn't want to open his eyes. He doesn't want to witness it, all of a sudden, because they told him he wasn't here and yet - and yet - ]

Brother! Look this way!

[ He doesn't look. Instead, he turns his head to look at the man beside him, voice low and gravelly when he speaks, anger colouring him more than anything else. ]

You hear it?

[ Please, assure him that he has not yet lost his mind. ]

REGION 3/WILDCARD

[ There's a new farmer on the grid and he has chickens. And an angry rooster that isn't too fond of strangers but tolerates Hanzo because Hanzo didn't flinch when he pecked at his feet. Otherwise, feel free to run into Hanzo somewhere! ]

laugh your way to a smile

[alan_1]

[At first glance, the circus world seems refreshingly harmless to Alan. It’s much more low tech than he had expected—the hall of mirrors is something that wouldn’t have been out of place on Earth a few decades ago—but there’s nothing to suggest anything sinister or dangerous afoot.

That is, until he hears a familiar voice crying out.

Alan follows the sound until he finds Asriel, standing in front of one of the mirrors clutching his face.]

Asriel? What happened?

[He walks closer, looking around for anything that might’ve harmed the child, but all he sees are their warped reflections in the surrounding mirrors. He looks at Asriel again. He can’t see any injuries on him, but his hands are covering his face, perhaps hiding something from view.]

Are you hurt?

mirrors!

[handofrapture]

[When Angel returns to the mirror, she’ll find her previous spot already occupied by someone else. The Big Sister is staring confusedly at her reflection as if she’s not quite sure it’s her own. She has reason to doubt it, too. She has little in common with the girl in the glass, a pink-skinned, well-proportioned young woman who stares into the Big Sister’s filmy yellow eyes with a clear gaze. The Big Sister is just reaching forward to touch the mirror when she hears the sound of swiftly approaching footsteps.

She turns and sees a young woman sprinting towards her, something like panic in her eyes. The Big Sister turns and growls in warning, the sound more like that of grinding metal than anything human. The woman should slow down if she knows what’s good for her.]

Deslora General

[brokeassgoing]

[carnivals....are weird. The lack of clowns is something to be grateful for, though. As suspicious as Badou is about...well, everything, he further appreciates all the foods. He's wasted no time stuffing his face, and, in line for something gross on a stick, he notices Angel's halfhearted eaten elephant (??? alien) ear and hums]

What kinda hotblooded young thing are you, not likin' those?

[brokencode]

[It was a haunting image, Chara looking the way they did. The fear in Angel's stomach blossomed into her chest. A fist clenched at her side, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms. It would be better, safer to run away from this monster, but...]

[But surely, despite everything, there was just a child in there.]

[Stepping forward, despite every fiber of her being screaming not to, Angel rested a hand on a distended arm. She took a step backward, attempting to pull the young child away from the mirror.]

Will you walk with me, my friend? I know we didn't have the best conversation before, but I would like to try again. Can we do that?

cw dissociation and allusions to abuse GOLLY IM SORRY

[inconsequence]

[A hand.



One of their crooked arms twitches beneath the touch, their shoulders arching, the muscles going rigid beneath it, waiting waiting waiting for the strike that follows the crack of flesh on flesh tight grip bruises on your forearm because you've been a disobedient child and this is your punishment and this is the violence you understand and

Their breath rasps.

The words creep out between a curved, too-fixed smile, as hard and glacial as hoarfrost.]

Do not touch me.

Adam Parrish | OTA | will match formats

[unaffluent]

Deslora: General

[ The decision to come to Deslora had been a spur of the moment one mostly. Adam had asked Ronan what he thought and expressed interest and then they'd come together. There isn't a need to spend every second together and Adam had wandered off from his boyfriend -- though the latter is probably never far. He's walks idly through the space and taking in all the food that's available.

Eventually, he's standing with his arms crossed as he ponders the selection. He has plenty of money but he's not used to spending frivolously so he's attempting to decide what he wants most because he refuses to buy one of practically everything. ]

Wildcard

[Feel free to roam in any direction of Deslora with Adam, or if you want to run into him in R2. If you want to discuss or plan anything just hit me up at poetanarchy

Closed to Ronan

[unaffluent]

[ Adam's enjoyed himself. The place is strange and unsettling in a lot of ways but there's something that's been overall entertaining and fun about the experience thus far -- which had included a lot of food at the start. They came to this attraction and it gives him an odd sensation but he neglects to examine it or delve deeper or give it much meaning.

Instead, he smiles at Ronan as they are presented with two doors. Adam picks a door and then they're in the room, the door gone. What starts to appear isn't familiar to Adam, it appears he's not the one who's happiness has been picked. ]

Ronan?

[pleasereset]

I - I can't see-!

[And it's not because Asriel currently has his eyes covered. But if Alan does take a closer look, he might see flower petals sticking out from under Asriel's fingers.]

It hurts, my eyes hurt-!

Shiro | OTA

[shiro2hero]

i. GENERAL | OTA
a. LION HOUSE | early March (1st-3rd somewhere in there)
[He's outside for a while, looking up at it. Feeling like he should have been ready to be back a long time ago. Like he never should have stepped out at all. Like... he's already tired of leaving.]

[So. Up the path. In the door. Time to make some changes.]

Anyone home?


b. EVERYWHERE ELSE
[In between runs of rescue missions and suspicious cargo hauling, it's a time to learn to be mundane again. Browse around the Districts of Kauto. He's not hard to miss, so even if you're not grocery shopping, or chugging coffee in the fanciest shop you can find, he can probably be witnessed running laps in a park.]

[Or at a shop, picking up a shirt that reads, in bold, sparkling letters, ~SPACE HO~.]



ii. CHIONI RESCUE | OTA
[If the Paladin armor can survive in space, in a vacuum, in the most extreme conditions, surely it's going to be all right to run and pick up some scientists.]

[There's the added benefit of being part of a freelance shuttle company. You pick your jobs, and you're good to go. This would be, admittedly, easier in a giant robotic lion, but oh well.]

[Scientists and residents of Chioni, your literal rescue in shining armor has arrived!]

Hop in! I'll keep the engine going!



iii. DESLORA | Pick A Path | OTA
[Relax, they said. Take a break, they said. It'll be fine.]

[Maybe they shouldn't have insisted he do this right before Crazy Carnival Planet showed up. Because he's somehow managed to get hopelessly lost in these tunnels, and the smell of carnival food is making him vaguely ill.]

[So taking a break in a relatively quiet space in front of an innocuous door is a great plan, right? Not like anyone could just walk up and disrupt the peace, right?]



iv. JURASSIC PARK THEME {flying cargo} | OTA
Is it cliche if I say I have a bad feeling about this?

[Because he does. A very bad feeling. Crates of amber? A possibility for transporting creatures, later on? This is really a job for a cargo pilot, but hey, when you're basically renting out a ship to fly freelance, you do what you can.]

[He's leaning against the side of his ship for this run, armored as usual when flying these days, watching as the crates are loaded up. Maybe he's talking to a copilot for this mission, or a passerby.]

I feel like I've seen this in a movie.



v. WILDCARD
[ choose your own adventure! and/or catch-all for other things that come up ]

katsa » ota

[survivra]

a. deslora;; tunnels

I'm not sure I like the smell of this place.

[ Katsa says this matter-of-fact, frowning as she quints from wall to colored wall and does her best to ignore the excessive flashing of the lights. ]

It's too strong. Sweet, even. What even are these scents? I've not smelled anything like them before.

[ Someone has clearly not grown up with access to a Chuck E. Cheese. These aren't smells of familiarity; instead they're things too heavy, cloying. ]

b. deslora;; pick a path

[ What Katsa loves the most, and what sparks sharp and strong on her tongue the moment the door clicks shut behind her, is the taste of freedom.

This is no room, she realizes in wonder. This is a horizon. Blue skies, as bright and clear and brilliant as her right eye, uninterrupted. Grasses as green as the Middluns plains, of her left eye, rolling and whispering in the wind that whips her clothes against her and bites sharply against her cheeks. Katsa laughs, for there is no end in sight. There's no one to stop her here from running.

So run she does—though not before turning to her companion, a wild exhilaration still on her face and in her eyes. ] We race, [ she suggests, ] unless you're willing to accept defeat before we even begin.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan doesn't trust a single thing about this place. He's been around too long, seen too much of the innocuous all of the sudden turn to shit. But he keeps these feelings to himself, trying not to dampen Adam's spirits. Adam deserves to enjoy himself, and God knows he doesn't have enough fun in his life.

As they step into the room, Ronan's hyperalert, waiting for something to go wrong. And as the room begins to change, he braces himself for it.

But it's not a terrible thing at all.]

...Dad?

[He feels like he's dreaming. Niall Lynch is standing there, with his ever-present rakish grin, looking like a mirror image of Ronan if Ronan was in his forties and hadn't shaved his head. They have the same face, only Ronan's shaken and Niall's never been so. He'd been defiant even in death.]

steve rogers | ota and closed prompts

[prespangled]

Kauto (Day 68):

[there doesn't seem to be a shortage of work, which is a good thing. whether or not it's work that steve can actually do-

there's no such thing. he can do it all. he's grabbing suitcases and boxes, trying to keep whatever he has tucked under his arm from falling. breaking something seems like a quick way of kissing his tip goodbye.

he finally gets a chance to catch his breath, rubbing at the soreness in his arms and sitting down on some steps. steve doesn't get much of a break before he's hauling himself right back up again.]

Let me help with that.

[those muscles and shoulders that he supposedly gets in the future would come in handy right about now. ]

Deslora:

[the colors aren't quite as bright for him, but the food is just as good. steve worked up an appetite, and now he has a little money to spare. he's holding two hot dogs in one hand, some cotton candy and a plate of pizza in the other, which he holds out to the first person that he comes across.]

Hey, do you want this? I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach, and I don't want it going to waste.

Pick a Path: (closed to Lea)

[steve was mostly just trying to see what the attraction was, but he's paired up and ushered through before he knows it. inside the first set of doors is quiet enough, but something about that smiley face...]

You wanna choose? [he smiles hesitantly at lea.] We could flip a coin, but I don't have one on me.


Pick a Path: (closed to Bucky)

[he knows what happens beyond those doors now, which is why his eyes go wide when he spots bucky at the front of the line. steve can't let him go in there, not alone and definitely not with someone else.]

Buck! [he calls out to him, jumping up and down a couple of times in hopes of being seen.] Bucky, wait! Sorry, excuse me, sorry.

[steve knows that it's rude to cut line, but this calls for it.]

archer | ota

[archea]

Deslora;; pick a path

[ It looks a lot like a haunted house, Archer thinks as she steps inside. She's never been one to go for intentional scares, but how often do you get the chance to go to some pan-dimensional circus thingy of horrors? Not that often, she assumes. Who knows, they might come back in a few months or something, whatever. Still, she decides to go for it, because why not, right?

Beyond the door is a room, but it's not a room. It's a plaza. A main square in a city she knows well. It's not quite a city, either, more like it's own state. She knows exactly where she is because everything's slightly tinted in light blue, which is easily explained by looking up. Water, water everywhere, surrounding the city/state/country of sorts. It wouldn't be the Water Temple otherwise.

The plaza is empty, but the noises of everyday life reach her and whoever stepped in with her anyway. It's a familiar, relaxing sound. Taking a step forward, Archer remembers she's not alone before turning around. ]

I actually lived here for a little while. Want a tour?

[ She knows this isn't the actual place, but she'll take what she can. ]

R6 - arena

[ Stone seating for an underwater area? No problem. Earth isn't her strong suit (none of the main elements is) but Archer is skilled enough to slowly erect large, sturdy stone walls to create the enclosure, as well as mold them according to the plans. It's good training for her anyway, with the added benefit of actually making money for a change. Not that Archer cares for money, but maybe it'll be easier to pay for stuff, specially when people don't want to trade.

She should probably use that money on clothes, to begin with.

It is a pretty demanding job though, so Archer can be found working her magic (not actual magic), doing the work of a small crew by herself, without tools. She's not trying to show off, but it's certainly something a sight to behold. She's also sweating buckets, so breaks are common. ]

Wildcard

[ do the thing ]

Nathan Drake | OTA

[sketchycharacter]

[Deslora - Exploring]

[Okay. This is weird.

When Nate heard that they'd get to visit other worlds for odd jobs, he'd perked up, more than ready to go exploring. Roofies aside, the jungle full of alien flora had been the best part of party planet, and he's ready for more minus the getting drugged part. But this place just looks...circus-y, and he has to wonder: is the whole planet like this?

Nate's a big guy, but he's nimble enough to clamber through the tubes and offer a hand to whoever's behind him, helping them get out.]

There you go. Good thing we're not claustrophobic, right?

[His unease grows as he sees more of Deslora, and he's glad he came with a pistol, even if he doesn't want to use it. Nate spends a few hours looking around, glad to greet and walk around with anyone he might bump into because it means he's not alone. He exits the mirror room as quickly as he can, because sheesh.]

[Deslora - Pick a Path]

[From the outside, this seems like a mistake. The path to the room is more than a little foreboding, but curiosity and the fact that Nate's lost his bearings a little means he walks inside anyway. Once he's there, though, he's surprised—it's not so bad after all. Huh.]

(ooc - nate's happy thing isn't really applicable here, so toss a starter for your character's targeted happiness and i'll roll with it!)

[Kauto - A Random Bar]

[It's been a long day of tunnels and weirdness and clown-hunting and Nate really, really needs a drink. Alien beer? Bring it on. All the better if there's a familiar face at the bar for him to join.]

Random bar three way aw yeye

[tearsinajar]

[ The text was short and simple: bring the picks and a padlock. Short and sweet, to the point. As well as unexpected.

Finding a table off to the side, somewhat out of sight, it's perfect. Elena doesn't think good things will come out of this if they're caught fiddling with a lock and picks but that's okay, it's for educational reasons she assumes. In case she locks herself out of the big house she's got with the others and no one's home to let her in.

A beer sits in front of her on the table as she's got her head ducked, looking through her TAB.

Any minute now, she doesn't think he'll keep her waiting long. ]