❪ introlog: #6 ❫ city of secrets

[natha]

You've spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Now, the time to put all your survival training into practice has arrived: El Nysa needs you, and you're here to help the planet thrive. Are you ready? THE DESCENT     All refugees on the station are called to the hangar, where a large-scale teleporter awaits. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait; everyone will be sent down to the planet together. Before they depart, all refugees will be given a cold weather survival kit with warm clothing, rations, and bedding. The arrays build into a brilliant wash of light, creating a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa, teleporting the refugees to the planet on an aurora. Once on the planet's surface, refugees receive one last message from Darma. It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet we must ask you to brave further peril. Within Nadril are the secrets to how poor Ysverai's revival was hidden from our sight and how this disaster has come to our star. Find the first refugee from beyond this planet, a man named Magda. He will not speak to us, for much has come between us, but to you… If you prove yourselves, he may be willing to answer your questions. We beseech you, for there is a veil over Nadril that hides all within from us. There may yet be more untold dangers waiting to befall this planet. For the good of all who make this world home, we ask you to lend us your aid. There is yet one more favor we would ask of you. In warding off the Storm's encroachment, the physical aspect of ourselves that you call Thesa Station was damaged. We must remain to continue repairs to El Nysa and to deal with Ysverai, but there should be suitable technology within Nadril that could be used for spare parts. If you have the chance to find it and can return it to us, it would hasten— Darma's message crackles with static, another image overlaying hers — her broadcast is cut off and replaced with another. A more sullen and alien voice takes Darma’s place, overlapping on itself in an ominous reveal. It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet you’ve only just arrived here. To say I’m not disappointed in your… generation would be to lie, and I am nothing if not an honest creature. But I suppose these have been unusual circumstances. You must ask yourself this — are you only here as Darma's lapdogs? I can assure you, it's not worth being on the Natha's leash. With time, that will be something you'll have to learn for yourself. If you're so determined to come find Nadril, then follow the path north, and you'll find the border. What awaits you is revelation, if you're up to the challenge. A FROZEN LAND     The refugees land on a literally frozen world, both in temperature and time. Curls of icy wind hold swirls of snow aloft and an uncanny silence is broken only by the crunch of hoarfrost underfoot. Only Darma's protection allows the refugees to move through this frozen world — and movement is very necessary. Bitter cold sneaks through even the thickest clothing and without warning, a snowstorm rises: unnaturally quickly, a wall of white howls directly in the refugee's path. Bizarrely, the way back is perfectly calm; it's obvious that this storm is no product of nature. Magda's challenge becomes clear: the only way to Nadril lies through this storm. Visibility within the storm is near zero, the whiteout hiding any landmarks from view and making navigation near impossible. The only guidance refugees have is a sporadic path of faint, greenish lights, easily lost in the raging storm. Refugees need all the survival skills they practiced on Thesa Station to survive, for getting lost alone is a death sentence. Luckily, those separated from the group can happen upon guiding lights Magda has planted throughout the tundra. These blue-white sparks cause frostbite if handled recklessly, but they also serve as directional anchors, turning into ghostly flames that lead lost souls back to the path to Nadril. The trek through the storm will be no mean feat and will last for the better part of three days. By the time the refugees reach Nadril's gate, most will find themselves exhausted and running on fumes. As the snowstorm dies away and a gap in the glittering forcefield around the city opens to usher the refugees inside, it's clear that Nadril is a different beast. A WARM(?) WELCOME     I. Despite the unforgiving journey, entering Nadril is painless. Once inside, characters will be greeted by their predecessors: the original refugees who made this advanced city. They'll immediately be offered medical attention, as well as warm cider and blankets. But it's obvious that the Nadril citizens prefer higher tech to fend off the weather: they also offer wristlets and ear cuffs that that double as mittens and earmuffs by creating warm bubbles of air. The earrings also feature a few quality of life programs, such as timed alarms and thought-to-speech messaging. However, both programs are in beta stages so it's not unusual for a stray thought to accidentally slip through or an alarm to accidentally ring at an inopportune time. II. Refugees are offered free lodging in a large, crystalline building crafted from ice. Despite the coarse building material, the ice is unmelting and surprisingly well-insulated, and the beds are as warm and cozy. The rooms are, however, small. The sleeping quarters house two people, and are some cross between an igloo and a capsule hotel. Though built for efficiency over comfort, all rooms are also outfitted with the latest Nadril AI, RoboAlfred, or Ralf for short. This helpful program is installed in practically all the furnishings: the closet tells guests to bundle up, the bathroom sink reminds them to brush their teeth, and the mirror offers helpful fashion tips. Ralf's personality matrix still needs polish, though: it may very well insult your clothes and passively-aggressively question your lifestyle choices for the entire stay. III. Though not as advanced as Thesa Station, the colony has technology far beyond the rest of the continent, such as rudimentary AIs and mechanical transportation. Nadril's skyline is a point of pride — refugees can take a (literal) lightrail that gives an aerial view of the colony, which is hewn almost entirely from ice and rock. Despite its tech, Nadril is much more sparsely populated than Olympia and Wyver, and its residents stay near a central hub: a Natha refugee drop ship, Central, which has crashed and long embedded itself into the earth. Central is similar to an older, smaller, grounded model of Thesa Station, in functional order with round-the-clock solar power. Within Central are lounges similar to ones on the Station, though many of the damaged areas have been converted. They include repair stations, different wings dedicated to science, botany, astrology, and mechanics, and a research and history facility, which has a smattering of technology from planets beyond El Nysa — including your own. The staff here don't mind if anything is sampled and studied, but objects cannot be taken from the labs. IV. On the outskirts of the central hub, many will find several curious looking bots with insect-like wings perched about high traffic walkways. Simply passing the bots will cause a dizzying flash before a series of photos print out. Upon closer inspection, people will find that these images reflect stills taken from their home worlds as they remember it. Unfortunately, these photos only last a couple of hours at best. At that time, they will revert back to regular pictures of the refugees. People will be encouraged to share these images of their worlds. The residents of Nadril comprehend the value of remembering one's origins, and will be pleased to see that people still hold memories of old homes close to them. RECREATION IN NADRIL     I. Small, mechanical creatures scampering through the city are a common sight. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you that they come from a shop called Paws About Town. They’re very useful, as companions, gophers, and couriers (though the more mischievous will note that they’re just small enough to keep tabs on people without being noticed). Premade robotic pets are available on display inside the shop. They come in all shapes, but small sizes; one may be able to find robots that even look like miniature creatures from their homeworld. These are a part of a new, highly customizable line with programmable personalities. Customers have the chance to take pets for a one-day trial run. Those who don’t know how to program may want to enlist more knowledgeable aid, but the pets come with instructional pamphlets for basic personality traits such as obedience, helpfulness, playfulness, and bloodthirst. For returns, the switch to wipe the robot's personality to a blank slate is on the back of its neck, right between a switch to invert all traits, and a switch to have them learn by observing. Try not to press the wrong switch — you might wind up with a pet with a mind of its own! II. A. The Frosty Tap Cantina is a thriving hub of activity, but one of the major draws is the self-service bar: molecular mixology is wildly popular here. Playing with drink compositions can be a game in and of itself, and newcomers to the cantina will find that the bartender — a cheerful woman with lilac skin and three eyes — is always happy to give them a few tips on how to use the wide array of tools within reach of the barstools. All manner of drinks are possible — from glowing, layered cocktails, to clear drinks with colored, spherical bubbles and vividly-colored shots that give off their own smoke. There's a nightly contest in the cantina for the most creative drink created by a team — this may be as good a time as any to partner up with someone and see what can you come up with. Winner gets all their drinks for the night free! And, hey, even if you don't win, you get to drink whatever you make. The well-lubricated patrons of the bar are eager to challenge anyone nearby to a different sort of drinking game… Just how well can you hold your liquor? B. Holo-screens in the cantina are nearly always broadcasting some match or another of a game that looks very much like hockey, albeit played with sticks that light up and a puck that changes shape from time to time. Colonists here merely refer to the game as "the sport," and one of their favored pastimes is betting. However, they don't use currency — they wager dares. Nadril colonists are a tough, weathered lot, and they prefer to speak with actions over silver. Colonists will urge the refugees to take part as well. Common dares range from the ridiculous (lead a sing-a-long, attempt to make someone with a poker face smile) to the suggestive (kiss the person in the cantina you find most attractive, strip off a piece of clothing), to the outright reckless (venture out into the snow for a certain amount of time, and no one will judge if you find some company to keep warm). The colonists are unfazed by even the most insane or tawdry of dares — but you'll certainly be called a killjoy for refusing too often! Why not grab a friend and give it a whirl, or challenge a rival to a dare yourself? THE MISSION     I. On the outskirts of Nadril is the communications tower of the old refugees. This is where Magda resides, monitoring Nadril's technological protections, the extent of the Natha’s influence, and running his own personal projects for El Nysa’s technological advancement. It is isolated, filled with research labs and relics of the past refugees who have come to El Nysa — a living mausoleum of worlds swallowed up by the Storm whose peoples have refused to forget where they came from. Crew photos line the walls of the tower: pictures of alien families and friends, the refugees who came to Nadril before you. Each group of photos gradually becomes smaller in number, and the most recent of the pictures are from half a century ago. Magda's picture can be found among the first group of refugees, an unusually small cluster of photos dating back centuries in El Nysa's past. I have been on this planet for nearly two centuries. Life has come, evolved, and collided in an ever expanding culture. But Darma fears interference, and made this place a prison, with she our warden, stifling the growth of the creatures native to this world rather than encouraging them to flourish. She sent you here for answers in her stead because she knows I'll spurn her, and after seeing what that fool Raysc has wrought, I'll give you them — not for Darma's sake, but because I trust after all the Natha have done to you, you'll understand my decision. Mistakes were made, and I won't hide them. You've made it here so there's some mettle to you, and unlike the Orbiters, I'm not interested in hiding the secrets of the dangers we face. I gave Raysc what he needed to keep his actions hidden from Darma's eyes — what he needed to advance the primitive magics the Natha had doomed him to. It was old Natha tech, Darma's very own used against her. Hilarious, isn't it? Raysc learned of Nadril, and like you, braved the snow to find his way here. He proved his worth and his determination, and he spoke of a brighter future, El Nysa coming into its own, its people realizing their true potential, unhindered by the shackles that had been put upon them. I believed him. He had vision — or so I thought. In truth, he was a fool. A madman. He wasted the opportunity I gave him on his petty vengeance. But not everyone on this planet is such an idiot. Surely you lot aren't. The Natha are hiding things from us — about the Storm, about everything. And here in Nadril, we're going to find all those secrets. What's it going to be? Will you help us, or are you going to stay obedient dogs on Darma's leash? Magda isn't too talkative yet; after all, the new flock of refugees may just be here as eyes and ears for the Orbiters. But what he has said leaves you with plenty to talk about, and if you can earn his trust by helping out around Nadril, he doubtless has a great deal more to reveal. II. Central isn't the only Natha ship that made its way to El Nysa — another, crashed just outside Nadril's borders, is little more than a junk heap. It's here that you'll find the spare parts Darma asked you to retrieve for Thesa Station. What remains of the ship's hull serves as a windbreak, and snow has built up against it, turning the piles of old Natha tech inside into something of a snowy morass. Holes in the deck offer would-be scavengers passage to the ship's innards, barely illuminated with flickering lights — the tech is old, but hardy enough to withstand a crash landing, the severe weather, and the passage of centuries. Deep in the wreck are the remains of living quarters, research labs, VR arenas, mecha bays, cafeterias, and a host of other rooms, many of which may seem familiar from Thesa Station, albeit with a decidedly older feel to what remains of the smooth curves and sleek surfaces of the Natha architecture. Most of the ship's systems are damaged and the technology is nonfunctional, but that just means there's plenty of spare parts to be found. The wreck isn't in the best shape, its structural integrity damaged, and the drifting snow threatens to block off exit routes. Be careful while exploring and be sure to bring a partner. As it turns out, Darma isn't the only one interested in the wreck — Magda is also eager to get his hands on Natha technology. In his own way of taking some responsibility for Raysc, he's asking scavengers to bring him parts, muttering about seeing what he can do about Ysverai's curse. Bring him anything that looks useful, and he may have a chance to succeed, though whether he'll be more effective than the Natha Orbiters is up for debate... FINAL OOC NOTES     An AC-eligible thread with a new character as a participant for 2 NADRIL REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE BY AUGUST 5TH, 11:59 PM EST. As always, feel free to create your own prompts and explore the Nadril location page! There are a variety of activities made available, including fishing and cave exploration! Please direct questions to the questions thread below! Thank you! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[daemonized]

[There’s no doubting that Lunafreya possesses a spine made of tempered steel. But this doesn’t surprise Ardyn in the least; not her unwavering look, still couched in formality. He sees that tight grip on the other photographs, of course, even as he replies — waving the one in his hand in a rather flippant sort of way, as if they were talking of nothing more than the weather.

This girl, always putting up a courageous face. It was admirable, really, but Ardyn doesn’t seem to be affected by it either way. His own mannerisms are as she would remember: supercilious, grandiloquent, with something sharp underneath.]

Well, now you are thoroughly informed.

[He holds her photo between middle and forefinger, then offers it to her.]

But dear girl, I’ve been awake for much longer than you. I was among the first to crawl out of those awful pods, wondering at the state of things, of the apparent destruction of our star. It’s been— oh. A year now? Something of the sort.

[Time is a fluid, slippery thing when you’ve lived for 2000 years.]

[warmare]

[Hearing that has yet to not make her feel like she wants to vomit. To be comrades with these people. To be considered "one of them", when they are all, to her... insane. Strange colors and cultures and countries, and none of them hers, and almost all of them looking to her as if she was the strange one, to find this all mad.

She hates it.]

The other misunderstanding you have made is to step into my territory.

[She hates even calling this cave "hers".]

I invite you to correct it.

[flask]

[Nott inspects her food for a moment, having never encountered a hot dog and being surprised by the presentation in a cushion of bread. Still, she's pretty excited about the free meal, so she glances up warily at the man accompanying her and removes her mask.

A frightening row of sharp, goblin teeth take a large, gruesome bite out of her meal, complete with an almost bestial and certainly unladylike noise as she smacks her lips and gobbles her little taste of it down.

Between bites, she answers.]

It's good! Doesn't taste like any dog I'm familiar with, though.

[daemonized]

[His perception of Ardyn is not inaccurate, really. The memories he didn't see were the ones where he treated Prompto less than kindly. Delve into his own mind, and Rocket would view things far worse than that -- perhaps it's good that such a thing never happened.

Not that it seems to matter now. The other's mind is already made up where his character is concerned.]

Then what will appeal to your better nature?

[It's said in that frustrating way that reveals that no, Ardyn doesn't really care either way.]

[luxoraculi]

Yes, of course. Then let us pray that if there are grudges, there will not be repercussions for us.

[ Because honestly, she's already picturing a full scale battle or some sort, and the way it plays out in her mind is not pretty at all. So she is very, VERY much hoping that everyone can get along and play nice until the Natha decide to allow them to leave. Whenever... that may be. ]

Please, there is no need to apologize. This has been far warmer than you could ever realize... knowledge is power, after all. I am glad to have the information, and I feel both blessed and privileged to have someone so kind relaying it to me.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Heh. Glad to hear it.

[He reaches down to start stroking Keaton’s tail.]

I like it when your tail goes nuts like this.

[It’s cute, he wants to say, but he knows Keaton isn’t fond of that word.]

I’m glad you’re not scared of me. I used to like making people afraid, but not so much anymore.

[pullsheavendown]

[Roxas is half-lost in thought for a moment more before he shakes himself out of it and smiles at Claire. She's nice, and she's right.]

I'll try not to. I'm pretty good at worrying, though.

[impavid]

John has managed to turn off the control panels in the small living-come-bedroom area at least. He's thinking about searching the bathroom when the beds suddenly clunk together and he startles, turns around sharply to make sure Ianto is okay.

He is, though, and John lets out a heavy sigh as he shrugs out of his own jacket finally.

"These are all off now anyway. Might be one in the bathroom."

He doesn't really know or care, at this point, just drops to sit on the end of the half of the bed that was his and leans to begin unlacing his shoes.

"Anyway, if you want to use the bathroom first go ahead. Or if you want me to check it for obnoxious AI first, I guess wait and I'll turn off anything I find."

The one benefit to his gene becoming over-active, he supposes, is now he can turn stuff off too.

[flask]

[Nott suddenly raises a finger into the air. It wavers a bit.]

I've got it! Maybe you thought you were doing things but all of it was just a dream. Or! What if it was all a simulation and you've actually been inside a pod since you were born! Or! What if you were actually kidnapped by mad physicists who are putting your brain through some sort of magical illusion while you sleep, and this is the simulation!!

[Yes, definitely that one. She folds her arms and looks very proud of herself for deducing it.]

See? I'm a detective, too.

[song_of_ice]

You've never had to face opposition have you? Maybe it's your luck? Where I come from, red hair like that is called 'kissed by fire' and it's viewed as lucky.

[There's a small pang in his heart for Ygritte, but not as fierce as anything else he's felt lately.]

Freedom, maybe? Not from the Natha since they sent us here.

[pullsheavendown]

[Oh, wow. He knew they had things to catch up on, but it looks like there's a lot more than he thought.]

It's okay...don't worry about it.

[Everything's fine, after all. Well, Axel's fine, and that's enough. he looks back at the photos, having half forgotten them already.]

We used to live there, me and Axel. I don't know if it was much of a home though.

[luxoraculi]

....He really should hang out with Noctis and Prompto. He really, really should. Even if Noctis is a little scruffy at the moment.

Luna's smile widens, and she nods. She certainly thinks that Axel is very sweet. She isn't used to such kindness, or people willing to sit with her for reasons other than needing her immediate attention. The majority of her short life had been one of forced solitude, and even though she hadn't planned on it being that way in the end, it had been. But that was then and this is now, and there are no fleets of Imperial soldiers to hold her back from making friends or saying what is on her mind here. "I feel extremely blessed to have had the opportunity to meet you, Axel. I like the way you think."

Giggling, she lifts her own cider up and lightly clinks the paper cup against his, before she takes another little sip of the cooling liquid. "I am glad to hear that. Well... other than having to fight some undead dragon, that is. That must have been extremely unpleasant." She pauses. "...Are you injured?" Because if he is, she'll have to take care of that for him. She visibly brightens at that next bit, though, and her smile quickly matches. "Did he? I am happy for you, Axel. That is wonderful news!" It pleases her to hear that someone he was so close to at home is now awake here, it gives her hope. Perhaps one day she will be able to see her brother again, too.

"I am glad you have this chance... and I pray that the two of you are able to go on many happy adventures here." Ones that aren't filled with danger and undead dragon things. She's thinking more along the lines of happy, warm days filled with picnics and good conversation, okay? That's her kind of adventure. "Indeed... that is wonderful, wonderful news. I have a two people from my star here as well, though... admittedly, at home, we were never able to meet properly, and..." ...and she was betrothed to the other. Before things went to hell, at least. "...The other has only just awakened as well. We've not seen one another in twelve years." Not including the whole ordeal in Altissia, of course. She does not count that. That was not the reunion she'd been hoping for.

Besides, it's been ten more years for Noctis. So... twenty something on his end?

"I am... very grateful to have the chance to see them and bond with them, though." She doesn't want to crowd Noctis, though they do have a lot to discuss, and Prompto is a married man here. She really doesn't want to bother him, either... being a burden to ANYONE, whether it be at home or here, is not something she plans on doing. Not ever.

[chickenhearted]

[ Waver flushes harder, frantically trying to bat that hand off of his head. Totally didn't miss Rider, nope. Yet he can't find it in himself to say as much. So he ends up just looking like a weird spaz.

His fighting eventually ceases once he's picked up and plopped on Iskandar's lap, drawn into an embrace he's probably been dreaming about since he learned that Servants could be in stasis. Since he'd been visiting Rider's pod and wondering when he would wake up, if he'd ever wake up at all. He just kind of lets himself be smooshed up against the large man. ]

Stupid... [ He feels himself tearing up, his voice straining, but he's holding it back as best he can. ] Next time, don't make me wait that long!

[luxoraculi]

[ Isn't it wonderful?! Formality friends!

Lunafreya is quick to bow back to him, her own smile widening slightly. She straightens and folds her hands in front of herself, having settled her own drink down. She doesn't mind if it cools or gets cold... it's delicious warm, but she thinks that it will be just as good cold, too. Like apple juice. ]

It is wonderful to meet you, Alphinaud.

[ She nods in confirmation to his question, though. ]

Indeed. Other than being a little chilled, I am no worse for the wear. And yourself, Alphinaud?

[ She is ready to help him, too! ]

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Ianto had only been intending to idly play around with the scanner. Catch a glimpse of someone's liver here, watch another person's heartbeat there. It's a fascinating instrument and since he can't take it away to be used as it should, at least he can give it something of a workout here.

At least, that had been the idea. Before he had come across the man before him and the display had all but lit up with anomalies. Ianto is no health expert, but there's something off about his lungs, he has bruising all over his arms, chest and neck and when he toggles the scanner deeper, the bone in his leg is...

He all but drops the thing completely as he realizes he's become so engrossed in looking at the display itself he's forgotten there's a man attached to it as well. A man who has, it would seem, taken notice of Ianto's study. In a manner of speaking.]

Ah. [He says, smoothly. (Welshly.)] You... Say that as if you have a bad one. [Hopefully flattery will help him dig himself out of this hole? Save for the fact that he has yet to toggle the scanner out of its x-ray setting, and probably won't be able to, if he doesn't want to draw attention to what he's been doing.]

[fabrications]

[ Akira had been cold, Yusuke had been unreadable, and Morgana had been cagey. None of these reactions had been negative, exactly, but they also hadn't been positive. All three encounters left Akechi unsure of where he stood with any of them. Leave it to Makoto, then, to make sure there's no mystery. Akechi eyes widen at the threat, expression stunned... and perhaps a bit hurt, if he's being honest with himself, which he never is.

Well. He supposes that settles that. Either he'd misunderstood their exchange in Shido's Palace, or they'd been dishonest words spoken in the heat of the moment. Either way, there's no more uncertainty as to where he stands with them, and in a way it's a relief. Not much of one, but enough that he can chase his shocked expression away and replace it with an almost embarrassed smile just a moment later. ]

Well, we're in a crowded library, for one. I can't imagine you'll make a great impression on the locals by starting a fight here.

[ There's not a chance he can convince Makoto to not try to break every bone in his body, but while she may be terrifyingly violent she's also not an idiot. Appealing to logic is pretty much his only option. ]

[luxoraculi]

[ That is something that Luna can agree on in full. The pup's tail wags as Krile lifts the stick up, he stands up on his hind legs in excitement, and when the stick goes flying he is off to the races to chase after it. He catches it, and jumps about in excitement as he trots back to the two. Instead of harassing them with it again, though, he lays down between them and chews on his coveted stick.

Krile's curtsy is met with a polite bow, her smile widening. ]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Krile. Ah... it would seem that the pair of us are in the same boat, then, when it comes to our little friends here.

[ She sighs a little. She misses Umbra and Pryna, their presence was always a warm and very welcome one, and she finds that her little mechanical companion fills a little bit of that void. But alas. ]

I have only just recently awakened, yes. Something that I am very fortunate for, indeed.

[enfeeble]

[ That's probably a valid concern. The journey had been difficult, and All Might wouldn't be surprised if Ren dozed off right there on his back and slid off. It wouldn't bother him much at least, since he has no qualms with princess carrying Ren all the way to the hotel.

Though this way is considerably more wholesome. He doesn't want anyone to think he's some kind of predator.

He falters only slightly at Ren's questions. #identityissues ]

Toshinori Yagi. [ Then, he chuckles. ] And yours? It seems that we both need to work on our manners.

[fiendennor]

[It's still strange to find people who have no concept of magic, to be honest. She's a little more used to it now than she once was, but it's still something of a hiccup in her thought processes.] I... am a witch with a particular specialty in restorative magic, yes. [That's all she says for a moment, letting it hang awkwardly in the air, before she adds:] It would be an extended and unpleasant ordeal to regrow something like a finger, but it's not impossible. Naturally, the larger the wound, the more difficult-- or unfeasible-- the regeneration.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[That’s definitely a fun reaction, especially from someone like Mikazuki, who usually seems to be pretty unflappable. Chuuya laughs through his coughs, his own cheeks nice and flushed now as he gives a shrug.

Once he can breathe again-]

Just threw some ingredients together. Bartender said it wasn’t a deadly combo, so I figured why not?

[He grins.]

I could make you another one, if you want. Unless you wanna try your hand at it.

[fabrications]

[ Akechi does peek, very briefly. Or at least, he's intending to keep it brief, but...

Is that a vampire? He's pretty sure that's a vampire. Or some sort of cosplayer. Neither would be too strange in a place like this, but still not entirely anticipated. He wonders if she's weak to sunlight, if she's a real one. And--

She's talking to him and Akechi blinks. ]

Oh-- my apologies! I was looking for an unoccupied room, but it seems I've missed the mark.

[enfeeble]

[ Haru is truly a kind and noble soul. Generations hereafter will sing of her courage and good deeds. All Might can see it: it's like a brief moment where he can look into the future.

But anyway, right now there's a simple bit of math standing between then: Haru is 5'2" and All Might is 7'2". ]

Climb...?

[ He stares at her, uncomprehending. ]

Young lady, I'm not sure that I understand.

[fabrications]

The storm was something, wasn't it? I was sure I'd get lost out there.

[ But he hadn't. Hooray for him! Morgana's over-active tail isn't lost on Akechi, but he makes no remark on it. He's not sure what it means, anyway. He's seen Morgana in his Metaverse form far more than his 'regular' form anyway. ]

I met Joker and Kitagawa-kun while we were still on the station, but no one else thus far. [ Keeping his tone very carefully casual, Akechi adds: ] What about you?

[impavid]

[ His expression twitches in disdain at that, because yeah John hasn't forgotten either. He doesn't fully understand why they wake some people up and not others, but it does make him uneasy. ]

None of it adds up, and I don't like being an errand boy for strangers.

[ Still, John flexes his fingers again and eyes the snow. ]

That doesn't mean we shouldn't maybe play along just a little, see what we can learn from him. Even if he just has more villainous monologues to spill, he's clearly got some Natha technology working for him and that means he could continue to be dangerous -- and might have some followers who agree with him.

[thetaintedsorrow]

You can always drink cider spiked with booze. I haven’t seen any cocoa powder or anything for hot chocolate.

[Other than that Chuuya has no idea what’s warm to drink around here. At least these drinks create the sensation of burning??]

Or you can see about finding some coffee or tea.

[Or hot milk, but ew.]

Anyway, you sure woke up at an interesting time.