❪ 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! 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Keaton | Fire Emblem | ota

[notwagging]

I.)

Hey, watch out!

[ honestly, he should be more careful but look at all the snow? despite the oddity of there being no obvious storm behind them and almost sheets of the white powdery stuff falling in front of them, Keaton is undoubtedly one of the most excited to be running around in it despite the fact his tail is now one big snowball.

it doesn't keep him from wagging it, though.

the wolfskin continues to carve a small path with his excitement, albeit almost knocking over people in his way, before coming to a screeching halt and turning around with a goofy smile on his face. ]

Oh... you look cold. Or tired. [ what is cold and tired? he might understand in a few hours. ] I bet I can do something about that. Come here.

[ and he pulls out his Beaststone first before holding his arms open. does he look trustworthy? or maybe that trail of grey fluff left in the snow behind him may dissuade someone? either way, he's waiting! ]


II.

[ even though he was shown a room to rest in, there's no way Keaton is going to just sit in there and do nothing--- or at least, get berated by an AI who keeps requesting that he take a bath and clean himself off thoroughly because he smells like 'dog'. and even after trying to correct the robot, he has come to terms with the fact that not every mirror likes him.

so he has gone on a mission to find one that does.

of course, he has no idea if someone is already resting inside. or taking a bath. or brushing their teeth. or doing whatever people do in bedrooms LOOK he's curious and there's got to be some kind of neat treasure behind a door. ]


III.

[ bring your own prompt OR PM this journal and we can figure something out :9 ]

/reach

[claudel]

[ Even if Fergus had only ever heard of Bree, he'd recognize her in an instant. His face splits into a grin and he laughs. ]

Ah! Ma petite souer, oui. Your accent is terrible but we can fix that.

[ Fortunately for them both, Claire spilled the beans back at Thesa. It's still very strange, but in light of all this, Fergus has no reason to doubt the story. He takes a drink and holds out his arms. ]

What of me would you like to know?

[claudel]

He is talking about you.

[ Said, with no small amount of annoyance, to the AI that just huffs in response. When he turns to Theon, he doesn't start at the sight of him - Fergus has seen men ravaged by battle and by poverty well enough in his time - but he does offer a vague sort of smile. ]

Forgive me. I was defending my honour.

[givingback]

[ Wow, this is. Not a bad way to get warm. She gathers her arms between her body and his so that they'll actually thaw out. Saving her comments until she can at least speak in a full sentence without shivering, she does have some thoughts. ]

'Asgardian?' What country is that?

[ One day, when she's been in El Nysa a while, she'll get the hang of realizing not everyone is from some version of Earth. ]

Wait. You're not a human?

[ The revelation is shocking but not enough to pull away from the very comforting body heat. ]

[ettersberg]

( it's been a while for nightingale as well. decades, really, but after a while, the years do blur together a little. he'd forgotten how a harsh gust of wind makes his cheeks hurt, but he's not forgotten how to protect himself against the cold, what spells to mutter for insulation, how long he can keep them up without risking brain damage. )

I don't doubt it. ( he responds, easily. there's an implied so have i in there somewhere, but it never quite makes it to the surface. ) But that doesn't mean a cup of tea can't make it a little less bothersome.

( he's already pouring, anyway. )

How've you been?

[shashka]

[ Ocelot laughs a little at the other guy's reaction, giving him a closer look-over (was there something about his right eye, or was he just imagining it). there was something familiar about him, though he can't quite place him just yet, and it wasn't just the nostalgia. ]

Sounds like you make friends easily.

[ a little bit of good-natured teasing. ]

I try my best. Of course, most of the time, I'm not in the habit of kissing someone that I've just met.

[ of course, there are exceptions. but, he's hardly looking for more intimate company tonight. not when it wouldn't benefit him. ]

[motivation]

( dutch isn't doing it for sappy reasons. she's not doing it to make people happy or whatever. she's not doing it for any particular reason at all but because she can and because it's something to do. a way to test her observational skills, maybe. if johnny or d'avin were to tease her about it, or jim, that's what she'd say.

nat earns some leeway for the comment because of the drink she's brought, which dutch takes off her easily and quickly. after a sip, dutch decides she likes the woman's amusement, the implicit understanding. and so she grins back. )

What can I say, I'm a natural.

[givingback]

[ Studying him for a second, she tries to think. What does she want to know? ]

When my mother...left. What did you do? Where did you go?

[ She knows Jamie was in prison for a while, so what happened to Fergus in that time? ]

Nadril, ii

[impavid]

[ John has been having a lengthy, loud argument at the other end of the room over an Ancient device they have. Connor has probably picked up snippets, the short version of which seemed to be that John was convinced it would never work for them as it was (apparently) gene-coded? So they should give it to him.

They didn't seem inclined to do so.

On the bright side, his heated debate has proved enough of a distraction that none of the staff care that Connor is... licking? Their sample of thirium. John is moving past in an agitated hurry, and shoulder-checks Connor, turns to touch a hand to his arm in apology when he... freezes and squints both at Connor and the... situation.

> Nadril Lab
> Thirium
> RK800

Everything else aside, this guy is -- an Android? ]

Hi.

[ Wow John, that's eloquent, way to go. No wonder you're so popular. He blinks rapidly and draws back his hand, tries to think of a rational question. ]

Do you... work here?

[ Does Nadril have... Android things? He saw the tiny robo-pets but, is this... like an actual android?

He doesn't haven an ARG to handle a replicator war so please say this isn't going to be that. ]

i.

[shashka]

[ Ocelot can't say that he's thrilled with the idea of this tech. after all, the only person that he wants in his head is himself. so, when he hears a cheerful hello, he looks around, once, twice, only to see... Ammy.

well, how about that. ]

...Is that you talking?

[ well... if nothing else, it might be useful for DD to use. sometimes, he can't help but wonder what he's thinking.

(if he ever sees DD, again, of course. he still hasn't forgiven the Natha for not beaming him up) ]

mission

[braidedwonder]

[ Scrapping -

That's something that Duo Maxwell can get behind, a bit of an old hat at this kind of thing if the way quick, thin fingers dive in to different parts and pluck them free. He's been doing this his entire life, after all - no sense at all in pretending like he hasn't. He keeps that long hair tucked in to his jacket, muffled away from even a hint of the cold that seeps in to the old hull of the ship.

He's thankful that he's slight enough to step on old metal panels with little more than the occasional croak of the material, which is precisely what he's doing to get to a precariously located panel, half laying on a piece of rusted hull, small body tucked away in to the space left, throwing the door as he pulls it free. It's not useful, after all. ]

Shit, this thing needs a complete rebuild. If I found my suit like this I'd just ditch the outer parts and start new.

[determinans]

[ connor doesn't mind the shoulder-check, mostly expects it from humans at this point, so it's more of a surprise to find the stranger stopping to apparently apologize. that's what brings his head up, the look in his eyes faintly that of a deer in the headlights for a single, startled instant.

he straightens, though, at the question, head tilting faintly. ]

Hello. [ return greeting given, he moves on to the important bit. ] No, I'm a guest here. I was simply testing a sample of thirium that they have here.

[ he rubs his fingers together to clean away the last traces of the blue liquid, then lets his hands drop to his sides, open and easy. ] It doesn't appear that this population yet has the means to create sufficiently-advanced artificial intelligence or androids.

A warm welcome pt 1.

[panzersoldat]

[ He's not that far behind her. And just as exhausted. He's likely carried a few people when they were unable to push themselves one more step. And even now, Reinhardt is about to do as he's always done. Help.

From behind her, a very large shadow will loom and then without further ado, his equally massive coat will rest upon her shoulders. He's so large that she'll likely swim in it. But it's extra warm from his body heat. ]

Here. Until we can get inside. You look like you need it more than I.

A frozen land

[panzersoldat]

[ Loras need not panic long. Not only do the lights come back into view, but with them comes a very familiar old knight. He's been waiting for stragglers. When he sees Loras, he wades through what's thigh high snow to him in order to quickly remove his coat and rest it around the younger knight's shoulders. ]

I think it's just a little further. We won't have to spend another night out in this. [ He's trying hard to be positive and to ignore the bite of the cold without his coat. ]

nadril, i

[braidedwonder]

[ Duo takes his time, of course, to explore every nook and cranny of Nadril. It's perhaps a bad habit of his, despite the chill outside and how much he wanted to find a room and curl up in it for possibly the rest of forever - here he is. Wandering, bits of ice and snow still frozen to any of the nearly five feet of hair hanging off the back of his head, continually clutching a cup of something hot and steaming.

He doesn't know what the hell it is, but its something and it's warm. If it's alien coffee, even better. He's gonna need the caffeine anyways.

In his typical observant way Duo's spotted out Connor a few times, but hasn't paused to think much about his blazer or anything else that screams not human. He's friends with a fish girl - what does it matter if this guy is mechanical? Standing in front of the AI pet store, though.. he can't help but comment. ]

This whole this is kinda bizarre... How lazy do you have to be to make a mechanical dog go pick things up for you?

Fishing

[panzersoldat]

[ He's not the only one to love fishing. Reinhardt has really come to enjoy it a lot in his time on this planet. For a while, it had been the only way he was able to eat. But now, it's simply for the pleasure of it. And for the joy of being able to stand on the ice and not worry about it cracking under his weight.

He shuffles his way to where the other is pulling up yet another fish and he smiles, carrying his meager catch so far. Others have always had more luck with the fish.

He tries not to be too loud. ]

It seems you haven't. I was wondering, my friend, what the secret is. You have caught so many and so large. Perhaps you might give me tips so I can do better?

[shashka]

[ he laughs a little, before finally reaching out to take the offering. ]

Well, I guess that I'm not going to say "no".

[ of course, this was as close as he was going to get to a "yes", as he's never been one to give a straight answer.

as to his other question... ]

Fine enough, I guess. If you don't count the giant dragon.

[ ...and the fact that DD was left in the middle of this whole mess. but other than that... ]

[stuns]

[ he can take it. ]

Well I'm a real charmer back on Mars.

[ folding his arms over the bar he leans into it a little, deciding that no, he's not getting another drink. because if he has to glass someone else in this crazy bar then it really isn't worth it. ]

Who're you?

[pebblestone]

[ Her pleas fall on deaf ears and Frederick continues to stonily stare forward, heart not moved a single whit. Lissa would have been more easily swayed, even Chrom too at the end of the day, but Frederick's learned to trust very few and very little. ]

Is that so? Then what was it you placed in your pockets not moments earlier?

[ It's possible she could have brought her own baubles and made the wrong motion and the wrong time, but he find that hard to believe. ]

bi

[panzersoldat]

[ In such a cold and unforgiving place, her voice is a warmth he hadn't thought he might feel for a while. For a moment, it's like he's sunning himself in Gibraltar and not standing in the middle of an icy city trying to decide if he should even wear such things.

He looks around for the source of the voice only to finally see her. Her tail eagerly wagging. She looks so happy and Reinhardt smiles. He remembers her. He just wishes he had been able to carry the treats he normally had on his person for the stray dogs (and DD) that he meets. All he has is his smile and the gentle turn of his hand, palm up so she can sniff him if she wants.]

Well, hallo to you too. That's quite a lovely voice you have there.

[impavid]

[ Oh. Right. A guest.

Wow, that opens up so many questions. Do they put Androids in stasis? What happens when an Android is in stasis? Is the system the same? How --

John has about a million questions, and no idea where to start. It's probably rude or something to ask an Android questions about being an Android but... really, he's so nosy he can't bear it. ]

From Darma, right?

[ Just to make sure they're on the right page. John himself clearly doesn't work here if he's asking, so presumably he's also from the ship? ]

I didn't know they were picking up Androids too.

[ ... Although, he squints a little. ]

I guess I don't know why they wouldn't.

[ This is existentially confusing. Does that mean the Natha might have rescued replicators too? What if they're replicators that immediately want to kill everyone?

Okay, come on John, one problem at a time. ]

V

[panzersoldat]

[ The old knight loves this sort of place too. It reminds him a lot of the taverns in Bavaria. Of course, even this place can't seem to recreate the "best beer in the world", but really no place can. It's the one thing he misses most.

Those concoctions don't do all that much to him, if only because he's 7'4 and made of muscle. It takes a LOT of alcohol to get him drunk. However, he doesn't have to be so to take up such an offer. Reinhardt loves this sort of stuff too. Between the cards and how Molly looks, it's right out of the fairy stories he loved as a child.]

I would like one, please. I know it's tradition to cross your palm with silver first, but I'm afraid I don't have any. Is there another way? [ Reinhardt wants to do this right, after all. ]

[givingback]

[ She's taken by surprise but she's also too cold to do anything about it. So, when the coat rests on her she actually breathes a sigh of relief and closes her eyes for a second before falling back enough that she can see this very large man. ]

Thank you. If you need it back sooner than you think, it's okay.

[ Bree really doesn't want to give it back over again but she was raised with manners. ]

Are things always like this when we leave the ship?

[ So extreme, she means. ]

[determinans]

[ the glance connor gives duo is slightly startled, as if he hadn't expected to be addressed. he's considered a person now, yes, and the people from the station wouldn't have any reason to consider him otherwise, but it still takes him a little by surprise to be acknowledged by organic beings.

he blinks, then offers a small, slightly wan smile. ]

My people were originally created to assist in such ways. [ he glances back to the display, lips twitching back down again uncertainly. ] Of course, we're all generally more advanced than these, but.. giving them the option to learn, only to so easily wipe all that away again is.. [ he hesitates, struggling with a word he's been cautious to avoid thus far. ] .. cruel.

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[panzersoldat]

She has no need to fear, because as soon as the storm knocks her on her but, her knight in heavy cloak appears from the storm. He looks even more like Santa with how the snow sticks to his beard. It doesn't help that his cloak and jacket are indeed red and lined with fur.

"Ah, so it was you, Yohane! I heard your valiant war cry even over all of this. You are very brave indeed! Your call has given me the courage to take another step." He'll just offer one of his massive hands to help her back up. He'll try hard not to just pick her up off her feet like she's a sack of feathers. "I am grateful for your strength to see me though, Yohane. Let's show this storm who is boss, ja?"