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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-07-16 04:47 pm
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❪ introlog: #6 ❫ city of secrets

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!

almaredemptoris: (Default)

[personal profile] almaredemptoris 2018-07-29 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
What solution may be found, I’m not certain.

[While he speaks he keeps his hands busy with the labor he has been tasked with.]

But the Natha are remarkably intelligent and resourceful people, and their technology is powerful. I have faith that God will guide them to the answer.
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[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-29 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Head shifting to lay jaw flat on the path, he tells she can't stay, and her ears flatten in opposite directions of each other. She's thinking, why not, why can't she, who'd stop her. And then he asks about her wish to take the photos along, and her whimper only meagerly produces in sound when she raises her head again to look at him, longing, as if peering out of the blinds of herself.

He's right. She can't stay here. Even if no one asks for her, she's still needed. This isn't doing anything for her, or anyone else. When she starts to slip upwards to sit, she's practically dragging herself. This had all caught her so unexpectedly. Carefully, stepping with precise deliberation, she moves around the spread of photographed, pulled out memories to come around his side, the succession of whimpers she lets whispery, and she nudges under his elbow to press her weight to his side. The top of her head slipping against him as she angles to peer down at the pictures, and following, with heavy sigh she sits, and tries to give him her paw. Her ears dropped all the way back, smoothing out her head, widening her eyes naturally. It's please. It's wolf's expression and body language for please. Her paws are so useless in this regard, if he could help her out a moment, she wouldn't forget it. She'd owe it to him. It matters that much to her.]
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[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-07-29 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Haven't I?" he asks. Then why doesn't he feel as though he has? If he hasn't done anything wrong then why the sudden shift? Maybe he is too tired to handle this after all.

He searches the other man's face for a moment longer before he sighs softly. Glancing down at where he's got John's hand, squeezing it slightly and wishing he had the ability to be able to tell whether the other man was telling the truth or not. For now however he'll just have to trust him.

"Alright, well. Come on then," he says at last. "We're not going to get that much rest like this." He flicks his eyes up at the other man, one final glance to ask him one last time for -- permission? apologies? He's not really sure but he's hoping John will give it to him anyway.
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-07-29 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's moments like this where Ann really wonders how she gets stuck in these situations—namely,out here in the middle of a frozen wasteland, hunting down an old, wrecked spaceship with Futaba? Well, this time she's blaming Futaba—she couldn't just let the other girl wander out here alone, right?

I mean, Ann can picture it already: Futaba stumbling upon some fascinating (to her) high tech... thingie and completely forgetting about basic human needs like eating, sleeping, not freezing to death in the blistering cold, etc, and then they would all find her body a week later, half-eaten by some sort of weird alien space-bear or something.

It's better that she comes along, even if she already wants to expire from the cold. At the very least, Futaba's Persona makes it so much easier to find the wreckage, so they don't have to waste precious time wandering around in the snow.

Ann pulls her hat a little further down her head and points to the huge ship mostly-submerged in the snow. ]
That's the one, right?
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-07-29 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's doing a better job than juno himself would have managed, so he'll absolutely take it. the remark on incompetency? well. he'll take that with a grain of salt since he's being tended to in the middle of a noisy bar. as each smaller piece comes out, he almost wishes they'd just stay in so that he could avoid the stinging sensation as each laceration is wiped up. this isn't exactly where he thought he'd be in terms of this place but.

well.

weirder shit has happened, right? ]


Whatever people come through my door with. Death masks, cheating spouses, murder cases, missing cats. [ half a beat ] I'm not picky.
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I.

[personal profile] cassus 2018-07-29 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Like most of the refugees, Dazai is nearly unrecognizable during the blizzard. It's hard to make anything out in a storm which sends drifts of snow into every traveler's eyes and drags visibility down to almost zero. It's an even greater struggle to identity him because of how Dazai's trademark beige coat has been drawn up over his head and pulled around him like a cloak. It's a desperate bid to retain as much heat as possible, since no matter how many layers he wears, nothing can keep the chill at bay.

So when Chuuya fails to realize who he's doting over, it makes perfect sense. ]


....Oh?

[ Of course Dazai has to ruin the moment by revealing himself, lifting his makeshift hood away soon as the pin is snatched from Chuuya and safely clutched within his grasp. ]

I never knew you were such a bleeding heart, Munchkin.

[ Even in the middle of a snowstorm, Dazai is more than willing to take out the time necessary to torment Chuuya. Especially when Chuuya now runs the risk of freezing without his treasure. It puts the other man in a dangerous position if he doesn't stick close to Dazai's side. ]

Thanks for this, by the way! [ He holds the pin hostage above Chuuya's head. ] I'll remember you fondly if you freeze to death out here.
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[personal profile] almaredemptoris 2018-07-29 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It is your homeland, after all.

[He had once thought of it as the country whose laws had made him a slave, whose eyes were cold and unforgiving. Paris he had thought of as a place to hide, but looking back he can see how it has become imbued with warm memories of Cosette.]

Do you remember very much of Paris?
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no worries, we've all been there!

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-29 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Roxas is torn between envying and sympathizing with him. This kind of cold stinks, but it might be nice to be accustomed to it.]

Uh, sure. [It's not really a secret anymore, but he's not used to talking about himself.] I used to work with people that sent me to different worlds to deal with these [uh] creatures that would hurt the people there. Never to one this cold, though.
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[personal profile] alibabas 2018-07-29 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And while Ann contemplates the life choices that led her up to this point, Futaba decides that if nothing else had been worth the cold, this officially makes up for everything.

But mostly because she's inside Necronomicon, which means the cold doesn't bother her ... as much ( does Necronomicon come with its own heating and cooling system? Who the hell knows, tbh ). It's fine enough that she decides to take Ann's offer to go out to get a little research done. 10 minutes passes to a solid hour, one clue leading to another, then—

From the UFO that's been following Ann: ]
Yeah, I think so. [ But then, it might not be, and it might be Futaba's excitement just getting the better of her. ] ... ...

Yeah, that's it! Score! [ Futaba 1, snow storm 0 ( Ann 0 ). ] The entrance is around the corner over there. [ Aaaaand... off she goes. ]
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[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-29 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you think that's how they work? Like the camera just looked inside us?

[That's a little unnerving. He sorts through them some more, pulling out one particular shot of a memorable skyscraper.]

I guess it did. Have an impact, I mean.
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[personal profile] alibabas 2018-07-29 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry 76. It's not just you.

She's ... not entirely surprised when things get brushed off. Just a little. Some part of her is still horrified that could have gone terribly, some way or another. Either way, her offense getting brushed off doesn't actually help her nerves in the slightest.

... Especially when the man seems to read right through her. Just because he doesn't have the motive to hurt her it doesn't mean he's not able to!! Look at the guy, he's like a mountain!! The fact that he jumped to "I'm not gonna hurt you" probably means he was thinking about it, or something.

Oh, god.

... ... ... ]
Uh-huh. [ She nods. No hint of sarcasm in her voice, just acceptance. The silence stretches on, quickly veering to awkward territory, and she has to ... save this, somehow, before one of her first conversations ( "conversations" ) on this brand-new planet ends up being a total dud. ]

... They're supposed to listen to us. That's the point. [ With all the bravery she can muster. ]
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[personal profile] alibabas 2018-07-29 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. [ ... ] You know, if you're a legendary weapon, I feel like you should be able to teleport to your owner.

[ Just saying. Seems like an oversight, to have to lug this giant thing around everywhere. Futaba crouches in front of the Transistor, partially to take a closer look at it, but more importantly to see if it helps block the worst of the wind.

( It does. A little. Enough that she contemplates getting comfortable until the storm dies down. ) ]


... You sound just like him. Was that intentional, too? [ For someone supposedly smart— ]
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[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-29 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hesitates for a moment, then nods. Why not? Claire seems nice, and maybe there's something to the way Sora does things, making unexpected friends wherever he goes.]

Sure. I'm still learning my way around, so that'd help. This place is bigger than I expected.
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[personal profile] pussywhips 2018-07-29 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Off she goes. Really, Ann should've expected this. ]

Hey, wait up!

[ Must be nice to just zoom off in your own personal spaceship. Ann, on the other hand, is stuck trudging through the snow, following Futaba towards the entrance to the ship wreckage. At least working so hard to catch up to the other girl helps keep her warm—warmer, anyway.

By the time Ann reaches the entrance her breathing is labored, but she's so relieved for even the slightest break from the cold that she doesn't even care. Of course, it's still freezing inside the ship, but at least she doesn't have to deal with the snow or wind—small blessings. She glances around inside—if she had to guess, they appear to be inside some sort of cargo or storage bay? ]


This thing is a lot bigger than I was expecting...
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[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-29 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. How could they get them?

[Roxas' eyes flicker from the familiar clock tower and rainy, neon-lit city to the landscapes he doesn't recognize. Part of him wants to pause and look and examine them. It's an ingrained habit to investigate any new world, apparently even through a photograph, but it's his own interest, too.]

If the storm destroyed these places...
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[personal profile] priorly 2018-07-29 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[A little startle of surprise.]

You know John? Well how about that - are we certain it's the same one? You describe him, I'll see if I follow.

[This is not at all a chance to see the way Ianto talks about him - Prior's certainly heard enough of the reverse. Seductively judgemental blue eyes indeed. thus far it seems to him John's faintly terrified of the affections of an earnest puppy dog.]
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[personal profile] alibabas 2018-07-29 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One day she'll learn the concept of waiting up. ]

It's huge! [ She does, at least, wait until Ann's within earshot before she starts talking. ] This is the coolest hidden level! An entire space station...

[ Silence on her end as she floats in place. Enough that maybe, just maybe, it gets concerning. Not that it lasts long— ]

Guess I can't map out non-metaverse things... [ But how will they beeline to the coolest thing as fast as possible?? ] We should pick a direction and go.
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[personal profile] impavid 2018-07-29 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The strong but silent type, huh? Well John can work with that, he can chatter enough for the both of them. He lowers his voice to a whisper, glancing aside at her. ]

You know I don't really know the rules. Or what tastes good. Just that, that stuff [ He gestures to one bottle. ] is really sweet but lethally strong and it smokes.

[ The aim is creative though, right? Creative. Okay. Mixed drinks are meant to look good too, right? Colours...? He shrugs after a moment, grabs for the lethally strong sweet alcohol he had once before because what the hell, at least the smoke effect will be cool looking and maybe it makes a good base? ]
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[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-29 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
With the snow blowing around and all the layers, it had taken him a moment, but once she's got the bubble around them, it's a little easier to see her face and there's a little shift in his own expression.

"I know. We fought together at the airport." They don't really know each other beyond that, but he's got a soft spot for people who stand by Steve, whatever their reasons. It's right there next to the soft spot for Steve that feels like it's always been a part of him, even when he hadn't known it.

"Would my mittens help? I'll probably be fine without them." Only one of his hands can even get frostbite.
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Sorry for the delay

[personal profile] almaredemptoris 2018-07-29 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean Valjean does not forget the galley, the Bagne. There a man knows no privacy, holds no scrap of dignity; he is made to wear trousers with buttons lining the full length of the leg, so that the irons at his ankles need never be removed. Then he was not a man, but reduced to an animal. At present, however, he can afford the manners of a civilized man.

“We shall have to see when time is allowed to flow naturally again,” he answers with a note of contemplation. “For now, I am sure you too would benefit from sleep after the long journey to get here.”

With that, he reaches up to switch off the light again.

“May the Lord keep your soul.”

They would talk more on the morrow, he is sure. And light sleeper that he is, if Rumlow were to wake up first, he would follow soon after.
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[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-29 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
You're in luck. I have some experience with snow.

[ He sticks close, eyes scanning for signs of what direction they should move in. They're almost easy to miss, but he catches a glowing light and it's the only sign he can see other than some blurring motion heading toward it. That must be the person in front of them. ]

And despite its best effort, it hasn't taken me out yet.

[ It's a joke he won't be explaining, but he smiles a little, anyway. The truth is that he's confident the cold won't kill him. He's much more worried about the people who weren't injected with experimental serums. ]
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[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-07-29 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[He is rather an earnest puppy dog, but so far you've only seen the one side of him Prior. He can be very observant with these baby blues. And John is rather hung up on his eyes for that matter.]

Yes, well. He's -- my roommate, actually. Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, he's got. You know, everything you've said, really. [He flicks Prior a smile.] Puppy dog eyes, an unhealthy obsession with takeaway, and a real affinity for Johnny Cash.

[John and that ridiculous guitar. He still has that cow song stuck in his head at times even now and he doesn't even know the damn thing.

But he's supposed to be describing John in a way that's recognizable to someone else, let's see...]


He's about my height, looks like he hasn't combed his hair a day in his life but I know for a fact that he at least makes some effort, and ehm. [What else? This does seem rather open ended. He shrugs slightly -- shouldn't that be enough? Anything else feels a little too private to be sharing in such open conversation like this, so he decides so end it with:] A good man.

I trust that they're one and the same?
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[personal profile] almaredemptoris 2018-07-29 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It is less pride than selflessness that spurs him to refuse what another might need more than he does. He labors under the belief that there is always another with worse fortune than him, because he has found it to be sadly true. But a glance about tells him that there is none to accept the offer but he.

“I suppose so,” Jean Valjean finally answers. “Would it be best, do you think, to sit side by side or back to back?”

The idea of sitting in another’s lap had not, naturally, occurred to him.
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[personal profile] impavid 2018-07-29 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," John agrees softly, and he slips his hand free of Ianto's after squeezing it in answer -- shuffling the sheets and pillows around and sliding under as he wills the lights into dimming to nothing. He waits until Ianto is moving to settle himself before he reaches out for him, begins to pull him back into his arms so he can wrap them around him from behind. So he can begin to slowly soak body-heat into him.

"I just want you to be happy", he admits after a moment. It's easier this way, in the darkness when Ianto can't look at him.
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[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-29 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
For some reason, I'm less concerned about the kind of guy who can't take a polite no from a woman.

[ If she hadn't seemed able to take care of herself, he would have happily stepped in to show that guy the door, but she'd clearly had the situation handled. He's also reasonably sure that his help would have been as welcome as that guy's drink. ]

I get the feeling you went easy on him.