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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!

notwagging: <user name="bittenbittern"> (2)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-21 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i mean. he knows WHAT a joke is. he just didn't know what made his 'joke' a joke! he's just a puppy, please help him ]

Of course I'm sure! And who cares what people are doing, they'll just be jealous.

[ his tail flip flops, the tips of his fur sweeping the ground under him. ]

Climb on. That, or I can carry you like I've seen others do.

[ blep. ]
notwagging: (48)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-21 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Like the ones on the station.

[ because he didn't see any buttons to press or things to stare at! no neat screens to watch! but he is definitely still disappointed that he couldn't get anything to bleed here. it's all ice and not-fun. the worst. ]

Hey. You look familiar.

[ yes, he's certain he's seen Takasugi around before. he just can't remember where. so, using his other senses, he immediately gets close... just close enough to get a few investigative sniffs in. his tail whips itself into a frenzy as he cocks his head to one side, then the other. ]

Hm. Yeah. You smell familiar, too.

[ no fleas here! ]
notwagging: 57358252-9 (29)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-21 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that would be a sight to behold! honestly, he'd support Henry if that ever became a thing, but who's ever heard of a bird shapeshifter? incredulous. impossible. it's never happened before. ]

A broken bird... well, if it gets close again, I'll make sure to take good care of it.

[ by smashing it into many pieces before rolling on its shattered body. hey, metal flecks in fur might look pretty cool. ]

Huh? Yeah. It's my Beaststone. [ squint. ] And no, I'm not a taguel. I'm a wolfskin.

[ but he SWEARS he's heard that term before! but from who... from who... he'll have to wrack his brain as his tail starts to swish, specks of dust being scattered in the air as he does so.

either way, he doesn't feel as uncomfortable around Henry as he did at the start. he can relax a little, ears settling down. ]
flask: (keep your secrets with you)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-21 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of all things, Nott didn't expect a school to be involved. And "school idol" means absolutely nothing. Those are just words put together in a sentence! Nott stares at Yohane blankly, trying to mentally process the concept, to even guess at what it might be.]

It's an... idol-worshipping after-school club?
determinans: bungalows | dw (we're the masters of our own fate)

[personal profile] determinans 2018-07-21 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ truthfully, connor's not entirely certain he'll ever stop finding other species fascinating. back home, it's just humans and now androids, and humans haven't exactly dealt well with having another sentient species on their planet. the fact that there are so many here living so well together is stunning.

and naturally, they're all fascinating to analyze.

the polite protest earns an arch of one snow-frosted eyebrow, and connor keeps his hand extended even after alphinaud's tucked his own into his arms. ]
I've observed you falling four times now, [ he says, bluntly honest, ] which tells me that you're having difficulty. There's no shame in requiring assistance-- my body, being inorganic, is more suited to the cold than yours. While I can provide no warmth at the moment, I can offer shelter and a steady support.
flask: (if he takes you by the arm)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-21 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nott, meanwhile, interprets this entirely differently. He is almost definitely turning her in. Why else would he instantly go to a store attendant?

So Nott takes the next logical step. Before he can out her, she attempts to tackle him to the ground, launching herself into his legs.
]
ukase: (Always a helping hand)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-07-21 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Air Force not Army," he pointed out more as a teasing aside than it having any real meaning. In the grand scheme of combat, a medic was a medic and they could be the backbone of any military operation when it went south, as some of them often did. Joking about their different branches took his mind off the fact that his bones were trying to escape his hand apparently. He'd seen many men and women mangled, had even been injured himself, but this was by far the weirdest of his injuries.

And when it seemed that she could just pull them free like the shards of glass that had appeared in his hand after a sneeze some time ago, he was left stumped as to what the hell was going on. He wasn't in any particular pain - maybe some discomfort - and he could flex his hand and feel that all his parts were still where they should be. He had full articulation and motion of his fingers, bones protruding or no.

"So I'm just a lost cause of mystery, huh?" He flexed his hand, mostly ignoring the little blood that was drying on his hand. The holes were quick to heal now that the bones had been removed, and he leaned back into his chair. God he needed a drink now. "We're in a bar. I think we are way beyond unsanitary at this point. It's probably cleaner if you just spit in the wounds."
lednikovyy: CW (Touched by angels)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-21 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The statement makes Bucky smile even more under his scarf. He knows he's a little old-fashioned compared to some people here, but there's really no denying what she's saying. Even back in the 40s, he'd seen so many women stepping up to help the war effort, even if they hadn't been on the front lines with him.

"Bucky." He offers a mitten-covered hand to shake. "Sorry we couldn't meet in warmer conditions."
illuminating: (pic#7827990)

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-21 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the contact to his fingers receives brief, deliberate bump of her head, a more firm placement against palm. she plainly lacks hang ups about physical touch, or breaching personal space, and the only reason she parts from him is to dip into a front-legs-stretching groan, as if in preparation for a proper walk. with company, at that!

tail all a-wag, she takes some steps back to allow him to lead the way, and she'll soon follow in stride with him, ears up and eyes bright.
]

Certainly. They say a lady ought to walk with someone to protect her as it is, it's something I've overheard humans say. "Don't go alone. You're a lady."
determinans: bungalows | dw (i feel i'll never let you go again)

[personal profile] determinans 2018-07-21 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ eeyyy his android sister from another mister.

naturally, connor's noticed her watching. he's a detective, an analytical model; it's just in his programming to be observant. still, she'd seemed content to watch and not approach, so connor's let her be. after all, maybe it's his clearly-artificial nature that's drawn her attention, or the way that he doesn't bother trying to hide it, or any number of factors.

still, when she finally speaks up, he glances toward her, expression polite and interested. by human standards of aesthetics, he thinks she's probably quite pretty, and the white hair is intriguing.

he lifts a hand to the LED in question, almost self-conscious for a half-second before the strange sensation passes. ]
It remains blue for the most part. The yellow indicator is for greater processing power, or sometimes emotional state. Red indicates system instability. [ an uncertain beat. ] Or sometimes strong emotional reactions. [ he hesitates, hand dropping away. ] Truthfully, I still have difficulty processing emotion.
ukase: (Intent)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-07-21 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Rumlow was giving the Soldier shit because he could, because this was the most personality he had ever seen the Fist actually emote or even say. It peeked his curiosity far more than that paltry conversation over text message to which he had no reason to admit to. Instead, he saw this little run-in as potential for something no one but Pierce had been allowed as far as he could tell.

Of course, it would call go tits-up if the Soldier found out who he was from Rogers. He'd have to balance being under the radar with being close enough to potentially have a return conversation. In the end, it could just come apart, and he had no doubt if he was revealed, there was a high chance that the Soldier would take him apart at the seams. Preferably with a knife (sharp not dull). As exciting as that would be, he was more interested in the other side that didn't come down to him being frozen in pieces in the wasteland.

"We're scavaging an old rig, so competition to earn favour would be high, I imagine. Competitive people can be dangerous," he said in a matter-of-fact voice. "Besides, is that a M249 SAW you're carrying? Nice machine gun, and that's more I have if danger shows up."
lednikovyy: CW (Would you leave me lying here?)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-21 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Couldn't be better." That forced smile is going nowhere fast. "Other than that whole thing where the world ended."

Which is probably harder on Steve than it is on Bucky, anyway. His loved ones who were still alive make up a list of one and it's standing right in front of him. Peggy's a more-than-pleasant surprise, but he won't let himself hope that any of his family is miraculously alive in the pods back on the station and even if they are, he's not sure he'd want any of them to see what he is now.

"How are you holding up?" The question's a little more genuine than his own answer. Steve had been willing to sacrifice a lot for Bucky and Bucky's always been more than a little protective when it comes to Steve. Old habits die hard.
flask: (no matter if youre fast)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-21 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nott follows his pointing finger to The Sport Window, which is just as well as a window to her, too. But when he continues, she whirls with alarm back to him, nearly hitting her head again in the motion.]

You wouldn't actually bet that, would you!? I don't do things like that!!

[This is because she's now obviously a goblin, isn't it? She shrinks into her hood, trying to hide behind her hair.]

I'm not that kind of goblin.
pebblestone: official art (fe:w) (pic#12329847)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-21 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If he notices the conflict that sits tight in her shoulders and in the rigidity of her face, he makes no note of it. Or perhaps he ascribes it to the cold, the chill winds enough to cause any person - or otherwise - to hunch inwards.

He seems satisfied with her answer, rocking back on his heels to nod. ]


Then name your price and I shall pay it.

[ There should be enough in his coinpurse for that simple service, at least. ]
ukase: (Making friends)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-07-21 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Rumlow wasn't about to force his new roommate to have to get up on his account. He was used to stripping and finding his bed in the dark, especially since he had already sighted where it was. He expected the guy to just go back to sleep, but he raised his eyebrows when the dim illumination came from the bedside table.

He used the opportunity to seat himself on his bed for the night and bend to pick at his boot laces in order to loosen them. "Well, don't let me stop you from that," he replied, not at all affected by the curt tone. "Ah, yes, now I remember. We had a pretty good debate that evening."

He sat up again and toed off his boots, setting them neatly at the head of the bed before unzipping his jacket and folding it smartly. He squinted at the Frenchman for a second and then pulled a very American attitude. "God bless you... wait, was that your name or a sneeze?" He smirked and then dropped the act, holding out his hand like an olive branch across the gap between the beds. "Pleasure to meet you formally, Fauchelevent. Name's Rumlow."
lednikovyy: CW (I did it all so maybe)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-21 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky slides easily back onto his bar stool, grabbing his drink and taking an easy sip. ]

Oh, no, I just thought you were irresistible.

[ The sarcasm is dripping from his voice as one of the locals claps him on the shoulder in passing and leaves to meet friends at a table. ]
notwagging: (83)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-21 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's either that or 'humans are friends, not food'. hee yaw.

however the mechanics of the devices are, it's clearly working in his favor. yes, there is an ear in his mouth that's getting covered in drool, but so is the earpiece! maybe it'll melt in about a thousand years, eroded by the saliva of a wolfskin whose impulsive thinking has probably left him in a very odd situation? not even wolfskin chew on other ears. but on the other hand, look at this and tell me this isn't cute. ]


Hm? [ he pulls off, and the noise is back albeit... a little gurgly? bubbly? it doesn't sound like it enjoys being wet, which makes sense given its ability to ward off the cold too. ] I thought maybe it'd melt.

[ which is one reason out of a potential like, five or something for his actions. ]

But it'll come off easier too if I do this, right?

[ more sensible, though the method is questionable much like most of Keaton's decision making processes. he licks it again, tongue sliding up Vane's ear. ]
flask: (optimistic but)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-21 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nott listens attentively to the story, horror growing on her face as she continues. Suddenly, she wants to get as far away from being associated with poison as possible.]

I'm not like that!! I'd never poison a child! That's so horrible!

[Nott takes a healthy drink of her own, a red drink with inky black bubbles fizzing out of it. She feels like she needs it after that story.]

We're not going to die in the snow. Because, uh, I know someone who can magic up fire whenever he wants.

[She hiccups.]

H-He's very good.
pebblestone: garbagebird@tumblr (pic#12329932)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-21 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. He really should have looked before he leapt. Or in this case, sprinted out his door.

At the sight of Olivia's slight frame, he steps back, quick to dip his head down even as a tinge of red colors the tips of his ears over his misstep. ]


My apologies, Olivia. I did not mean to startle you.

[ Never mind that a mouse could probably startle Olivia without trying. ]

But I do appreciate the words. [ He sighs, eyes closing momentarily. ] I'm afraid our...robotic friend inside has been less than complimentary regarding my taste in both fashion and hairstyle.

[ He's so hurt!!! ]

I can only hope yours has been kinder.
impavid: (❖ He's a victim of the times)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-07-21 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooh boy. John wets his lips nervously and stops unpacking, half turns toward Ianto and tries to weigh up what to say.

He feels tense. He's pretty sure Ianto can feel the tension too. He has no real idea how to handle it, though.

"You know what?" he says finally, "I have no idea."

About what robot voyeurs understand. About any of his, honestly, it's a blanket statement really. I have no idea what to do about any of this. I have no idea what I'm doing about ninety percent of the time.
flask: (hes gotta play a part)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-21 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[She blinks between the man and the substance. Then, she reaches over and takes a drink straight from the bottle, removing her mask in the process.

Far be it for Nott to turn down a drink in a bar. Or sludge in a sewer. She's not picky, is all.

She smacks her lips a bit after pulling the bottle away, looking contemplative, then shrugs and pours it into her concoction.

It begins to swirl and shine, reacting to the alcohol in some way.
]
determinans: bungalows | dw (it's been the blackest day)

[personal profile] determinans 2018-07-21 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ connor helps ianto back to his feet with effortless strength, arm and body as unmoving as steel as the human gets his balance sorted out. (being able to lock one's limbs so perfectly comes in handy in situations like this.) the exclamation earns a startled blink, though, and as ianto goes digging into his pack, connor gently presses the hand still in his own. ]

Thank you, but I'll be fine. [ well, probably. it takes his internal organs a lot longer to freeze than it would a human's. his are mostly protected against the cold. after all, cyberlife spared no expense when they were creating him.

he reaches up, tapping the model and serial numbers on the breast of his jacket, smile returning. ]


I'm an android. These conditions aren't pleasant, but I'll be in no danger for quite a while.
ukase: (Game Face)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-07-21 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Being a fellow level 7, Rumlow was very assured of his own skills. STRIKE had been his family, and he had ruled over STRIKE alpha harder than most, though there was always a friendly sort of competition between the other teams. He had always determined that his team could measure up with STRIKE delta, who were Fury's favourites for certain types of missions.

Here out in the open storm, wind and snow whipping around them, he would easily give the advantage of terrain to her. She had grown up murdering other people in these conditions, so point to Romanoff.]


Not at the Academy, no. [His tone inferred that his own training had been far worse than anything one would receive at the Academy. He had endured the cold, the heat, the humid, the dry climates like everyone else. He had to learn to survive and even thrive in all of them within a few hours period of flying.

No matter what, he continued moving. The cold was the real killer out here, and he couldn't and wouldn't risk frostbite to his extremities. He was heading towards the next green light.]


Besides, don't you walk on snow like Tolkien elves? Just glide along without sinking in? That's a story they tell.
determinans: bungalows | dw (we're acting really tough)

[personal profile] determinans 2018-07-21 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ connor doesn't startle, but he does look just a teensy bit guilty at being addressed. hank hates it when he tests things that way, but his tongue is a lot more accurate than just eyes and fingers, and hank isn't here, so..

he straightens, rubbing his fingers together to clear away the last traces of thirium, then offers a small, crooked smile. ]


I have the equivalent of a forensics lab in my oral cavity. It's.. easier for me to analyze substances if I touch them to my tongue.

[ but then his glance drops curiously to cain's hands, brows lifting in clear interest. ] --What is that? [ the glowing, he means. ]
flask: (i dont always get it right)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-21 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[He demonstrates, and suddenly his forehead is against hers, his face extremely close, his hands on her shoulders... Her eyes widen to cartoonish proportions, and she stops breathing. Even drunk, she can't handle any kind of weird attention from someone, not like this.

She suddenly jerks away and hisses at him, baring her extremely sharp fangs. It's an automatic reaction.
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