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◣ TEST DRIVE 002 ◢


TEST DRIVE MEME 002 ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore.

Please note: FOR THE FIRST 24 HOURS AFTER 'HATCHING', CHARACTERS WILL FEEL WEAK AND ANY POWERS THEY HAVE WILL NOT WORK.

Test drive meme threads can be considered game canon for players who are later accepted and wish to keep their CR. The Quago prompt will be a TDM-exclusive. Existing players are welcome to use the prompts for their in-game logs, but it will not be repeated as part of the hatching. The other prompts that you see here will also appear on our July hatching log. There will, of course, be more going on that week, including the wrap-up for our June event.

Please reserve questions about altering or meaningfully investigating the setting for the first log of the game, where we will have a Mod Questions thread at the top of the log. That thread will not be present on this test drive meme.

❀ HATCHING


This time, the Adamant's survivors are ready. When the Hatchlings arrive, they are no longer held at gunpoint or the tip of a spear. They are helped up, taken to the showers, given time to clean themselves.

They are still quarantined for a few days — albeit in a more comfortable setting. An area of the Theatre has been set up with emergency bunking and privacy screens. Each bunk has a small bundle of amenities on it — a change of clothing (that may be too big or too small, too fine or too plain, feel free to swap!) and what precious else can be spared, including a small tube of protein paste. Given that the theater doubles as a childcare center for the basecamp, your character may find that any toddler-aged children will stare hungrily at these tubes!

Ensign Ashley Porter flits about this emergency station at all hours, chatting amicably at people. Explaining the situation. He's reasonably certain it's his fault — the entire 'hatching' process seemed to start after he tripped one day and fell into the Central Chrysalis. This disturbance must have triggered the process of pulling in people from other universes. He's terribly sorry and will say he understands if people want to be angry at him or hate him for it. He also makes mention of the fact that some people have found personal items if they return to the Chrysalis — in eggs, like the ones they woke up in.

The Hatchlings are given a few days to acclimate, and then they are expected to contribute to the duties around camp. The day-to-day life in Basecamp Leviathan is not glamorous. Repairs are always needing to be done, food is always needing to be made, dishes always needing to be washed. Anyone with specialized skills will probably be snapped up by a division before too long!

A few notes:
☆ Your character will at some point be pulled aside and asked about where they're from, what year, any personal information they wish to share, etc. This is no longer described as an 'interrogation' as with the first set of Hatchlings. It's now more of a chat. Captain Childe has deferred this duty to her various underlings, and she will likely not make an appearance here unless a Hatchling says or does something very interesting or meaningful.

☆ The NPCs will be as forthcoming about how the Hatchlings have arrived and what they know about the Chrysalis as possible. Unfortunately to both, the answer is 'not much'. They will still try to be transparent about this.

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

The Engineering Corps is always looking for new members who can contribute to some of its long term infrastructure solutions. The head of this department, Thorkil, is a large man with a booming voice who brews moonshine on the side and is the sort of bright, cheerful soul that can light up a room when he enters it. He is friendly with all the Hatchlings unless given a reason to be otherwise, and he is also very patient, gentle and understanding. If your character has demonstrated engineering skills of any coat or color (mechanical? electrical? outdated by hundreds of years? more advanced by a millennium?) please expect that Thorkil will ask if they'd be willing to help out!

The Security Division is headed up by a rather unpleasant man named Rémi. He neither wants nor, in his opinion, needs the help of the Hatchlings, but he's perfectly willing to let them risk their lives instead of the lives of his people where leaving the basecamp is concerned. Little wonder, most of his division has been chewed up and spit out by the harsh conditions on Ethyraia — can one blame him for being a little protective? If anyone asks about helping here, he's going to respond scornfully and dismissively. However, some of the Hatchlings have earned enough of his goodwill that he will consider, consider letting people have a weapon from Security's stores if they're leaving the Basecamp. (Carrying of non-Hatchling weapons is forbidden within the basecamp itself, so please be mindful!)

The Theatre is another venue that one could help out with — there are stories to be told! The current production is a classic, She Kills Monsters by Qui Nguyen. However, after performing this for the thessyx at the talent show, the theater department is moving onto their next show — Procyonate, for which there are many props to build. As the only truly fortified building in the Basecamp, the theatre doubles as a place to care for children (most of the 'young' survivors are between 13-19 now, but babies have been born to the survivors since their crash-landing!) there is also a need for anyone who excels with toddler care. They are also looking for anyone who can sing, write music, or play instruments. Such people will be hastily recruited and put to work!

The Aid Station is being run by a very harried woman named Sunya Hyacinth, who fits the description of 'overworked and underpaid' to a T. She doesn't have time to reach out to any recruits, but if you wander into the Aid Station you might find yourself being put to work. Just be careful — if she decides you have higher accreditation than she does, she might just decide to dump her practice on your lap for a week so she can go take a vacation! Standard injuries you may see include acid burns, broken bones, and bad cuts and gashes out of the engineering department who's hard at work repairing the sink holes around the base. Some of the 'ill' being treated will also have psychological effects. PTSD is common, and there are no officially 'trained' counsellors, just people who try to listen and help.

The Sanitation Department handles a lot of the day-to-day cleaning that involves sewage, garbage, et al. After all, it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it! Not only will they take just about anyone, but if they warm up to you they'll let you in on a little secret... they've totally started an underground green house where they're growing some interesting plants...

(pot, it's pot).

The Communications Department is headed up by the AI Cartagena, and helps with disseminating useful information to the population, as well as managing the intranet and its infrastructure. Cartagena will be quick to point out (cheerfully) that they don't get days off and would love for someone else to make announcements once in a while! A small group of the communications department is also hard at work on a distress signal, persevering in the belief that someone will come looking for the wayward Adamant.

The Agriculture department could always use a few new green thumbs around their little hydroponic garden units, and of course the Mess Hall is in dire need of someone who can make ten pounds of questionable protein paste taste palpable...

Otherwise, the daily grind in Ethyraia seems to be fairly... well, grind-y. People wake early to manage their chores in the early hours, everyone breaks during the hot hours of the afternoon to nap or lounge around, sometimes they take in the daily movie at the Theatre, and then it's back to work for the afternoon shift. People generally work from 7 AM to 11 AM, and then have between 11 AM and 3 PM 'off' (with the exception of anyone on KP duty) and then work again until 11 PM. Exceptions are: each person's designated 'days off', or recovery time from injuries/etc. Ideally, the Adamant's survivors will work 4 days and has 3 off in a week, but oftentimes this is cancelled due to need.

While it's not mandatory that the Hatchlings work, those that don't 'pull their weight' so to speak will find themselves being increasingly shunned by the community, and the quality of their rations and their overall care will decrease. There isn't enough to go around on the best days, much less when someone isn't contributing at all!

What goes on at the base for me to engage with?:
You are free to invent NPCs to have (minor) antagonistic clashes with, or who can flag down your character to assist with something, or who you can have to help 'rescue' on a mission outside the Leviathan. We want to give players as much freedom as we can within the structure of the game, and we would rather people not feel limited.

What else can I do?:
There is no one keeping your character physically at the Basecamp! If they would like to leave and go exploring on their own, that is perfectly welcome. For the sake of the TDM, we would ask that anyone choosing this option refrain from asking us any in-depth questions — we will happily collaborate with people once they're in the game.

A few additional notes:
☆ If your character leaves the basecamp and wanders outside the Leviathan, they may begin to notice that what they perhaps took as a giant cave is actually an enormous dragon. Everything they see that seems 'human made' will look varying levels of worn down, patched, repaired and patched again. This is not a place of prosperity and happiness. Many people are recently injured, or have new scars or missing limbs.

☆ While mods will not be facilitating exploration beyond the basecamp at this time, characters are welcome to take on any number of missions, such as rescuing civilians, gathering supplies or travelling to the furthest 'mapped out' areas to try and chart the lands. If you would like to use any of these prompts or can think of anything else you'd like to do, feel free! If you app into the game and would like to use any of these threads as 'canon', please just let us know so we can include or incorporate any details into our overall worldbuilding! (Or work with you to tweak some details to suit!)

☆ If you think your character wouldn't be interested in helping or pitching in, that's fine! However, please be aware of the consequences that will follow — a decrease in NPC esteem, support, etc. The NPCs understand that the Hatchlings didn't ask to be here, but they simply do not have the resources or manpower to accommodate for anyone who doesn't want to work or assist in engaging with local infrastructure. Your character will not be ICly ousted from the basecamp, but they will experience a poorer quality of food and little social engagement from the NPCs. Even Captain Childe picks up a trenching tool with the best of them!

❀ THE QUAGO

One day, a patrol team brings back a small potted plant in a containment jar. It seems rather innocuous at first, and one of the more science-minded survivors sets it aside to study it. Unfortunately for the intrepid habitants of the Basecamp Leviathan, this was the equivalent of cradle robbing! This plant is the young form of a creature known as a Quago, which is a large, semi-sentient creature with myriad tendrils and no fixed roots. It's something of a flora/fauna hybrid, and it's here for its baby!

This creature releases spores into Basecamp that, for the most part, will put people to sleep. However, some people have... different reactions. It can also cause: hallucinations, itchy rashes, feelings of thirst, lightheadedness and, perhaps counter-intuitively, insomnia. The hallucinations can range from 'acid trip' to 'that dream I once had about riding Falcor'. Not everyone will be affected — some people might have natural immunity from this strange creature.

Concern around the basecamp run high: are the conditions caused by something in the food? Is this a new Ethyraia-native illness? None of those infected seem to improve on their own. The Agricultural department is particularly on high alert until, after two days, someone notices that those that are affected can be roused by... chocolate?

Vidar and Cal Kestis, in the month prior, found a box of rare rations aboard the wreck of the Adamant. They brought this box back and opted to share it among the Survivors, and one of the items happened to be hot chocolate powder. A little sprinkle of it under the tongue of anyone sleeping, hallucinating or otherwise experiencing symptoms of the spores will find themselves returned to normalcy in a handful of minutes.

(They could also drink hot chocolate, but where's the fun in that?)

The Quago will come into the basecamp, steal its plant child and flee back to nature. It will not harm or attack anyone, but the effects of its spores will linger for one week. Those sleeping will seem almost to be in a state of suspended animation, and do not need to be tended.

Can my character fight the Quaggo? How big is it? What does it look like?
Your character will likely not notice the Quaggo unless they are one of the very rare people immune to its effects. It is not hostile or violent, and killing it will not cure the symptoms of those affected. Could you kill it? Yes, but then you'd have to live with the guilt!

It is approximately the size of a VW minibus (minibus for scale!) though perhaps a little taller. It is mostly a tangled nimbus of vines and bracken around a central 'nucleus'. Imagine a giant, sci-fi tumbleweed with a disturbing amount of sentience.

Can my character experience more than one effect of it throughout these three days?
Yes! You are free to mix and match the symptoms as you desire. Feel free to be creative! Your character could be an itchy insomniac, or hallucinate Spongebob LARP while being very thirsty... or any other combo you can imagine!

FETCH QUEST

Once characters realize that it's chocolate that makes the difference, a singular prospect looms. There is nothing native to Ethyraia that produces chocolate — so the only hope is to travel back to the Adamant and search through its wreckage for another such box.

Luckily, Cal and Vidar have already done a great deal of work! They've cleared a previously blocked-off area of the wreck, and the route to an old storage area of the Adamant is now traversable. Any character cogent enough or immune to the spores will be able to make the trip. However, given the scorching heat and the intermittent acid rain, we would ask that a 'baseline' character (ie: someone without super speed or a vehicle/pet of some sort they arrived with from home) take roughly 2-3 days to make this round trip.

There's a possibility there could be more luxury items such as chocolate undisturbed in the Adamant for the past three years. For those who make the trip, feel free to find one small luxury item that your character can hold onto in addition to the other goods they bring back for the basecamp as a whole.

The wreckage of the Adamant is empty and overgrown. Most of the bodies have been moved out of the crash in the interest of burying them properly, but there are some that were caught in areas that were simply unreachable or unstable, so the ship is rank with death. Any of the plants listed in our herbiary may be found inside the wreckage, and players may engage with any of their myriad effects (or, if you're an existing player, feel free to add more!). There is no internal power to the Adamant, so even the emergency lighting on the floors will be out.

Can my character make a side-trip while at the Adamant crash site?
At this time we will not be facilitating further in-depth exploration prompts of the Adamant.


❀ NETWORK

Oh! Look! There are more of you.

YOU may refer to
(1) Hatchlings;
(2) Children of the Leviathan,
depending on your cultural and religious background.

Hello and welcome! My name is Cartagena. As you will be responsible for one another's, and the former crew and passengers of the Adamant's, survival, it is in our best interests to get to know one another.

I have prepared some questions:

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you go, what would you bring with you, and why?



Oh. Oh dear. That one isn't really ideal, is it? Just a moment. I will find a better one.

If you won the lottery*, what would you do with the money?

*LOTTERY may refer to a means of raising money by selling numbered tickets and giving prizes to the holders of numbers drawn at random.


A few notes:
☆ Characters may choose their own network usernames.


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josuke higashikata | jjba: diamond is unbreakable

[personal profile] haircared 2021-06-28 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
I. engineering corps
Oh, sorry, I'm not really a tools kind of guy...

[ He's waving his hands in front of him politely, trying to decline and gently shoot down any questions about his inclinations for building. Thorkil just seems like such a nice guy that Josuke would hate to let him down! Josuke is leading Thorkil over to some pieces of scrap worn metal that must have fallen off some of Camp Leviathan somewhere - rusted and dented and all sorts of messed up. ]

This is the best I could do for you.

[ With that, he raps a knuckle against the metal, and those in tune with the ✨supernatural✨ may see him and the sheet of metal glow with a pink aura, the metal twisting and stretching until it's strangely... shiny and un-rusted again? As if taken back in time? The metal sheet then drops unceremoniously onto the ground with a loud clang, which Josuke seems to jump at a bit, sheepish— the corner of the sheet also definitely just caught the end of your shoe as you were walking past. ]

Woah— didn't land on your foot or anything, did it?
II. aid station
a.
[ Look, he would normally be a little more hush-hush about using his super special healing powers right out in the open... but no, these people really need it. It hurts his heart to see so many people in pain, and it would go against pretty much everything in him to turn a blind eye— so he's quick to find himself putting in a full day's work at the aid station. Those injured who are touched by Josuke's hand, so long as their problem is a physical wound, find abrasions close up, broken bones mend themselves, and burns or rashes dissipate without so much as a sting.

There's a small gathering of people outside the aid station who have been treated by him, some of them whispering and gossiping about this kid with the weird hair and the seemingly miraculous healing. At this point, he's starting to get a little embarrassed, and just assumes the closest person to him is the next person waiting to be treated by him. Whether they are or not... he's offering anyway. He reaches out a hand to you, his eyes averted - cheeks a little hot from the eyes on him. ]


You injured too? Gimme your hand.

b.
Dude, my neck is so sore.

[ Josuke is a #friendlyteen, and thus feels pretty comfortable striking up conversation even with people he's only been acquaintances with for a few hours. Maybe you met him in the aid station, or simply sat near him during lunch once, but he's rubbing his neck as he walks next to you back towards the cafeteria. ]

Do you know if it's always this messed up here? There were so many injuries back there...

[ He's also from, you know, the pretty normal suburbs where the only people getting horrifically injured are superpowered teens. Surely this has to have been a bad day, and people aren't always put through the wringer like this?? ]
III. fetch quest
[ Does he want to be on this mission? Not particularly. There's about a thousand and one things that creep him out about the planet, and the Adamant itself is almost worse. It's huge, empty, and almost worst of all: dusty. It's disgusting! The two of you may have made it to the ship, but Josuke seems to be dragging his feet on getting any further inside the massive vehicle, brows furrowed with skepticism as the two of you cross over the threshold. ]

Didn't they say there's... bodies still on here? [ That's CREEPY, man. What if there's ghosts!! ] I dunno, this seems really sketchy...
IV. network
if i won the lottery id buy a new wardrobe of all the latest fashions
and then eat all the most expensive food in my hometown... oh and obviously id buy some new shoes
pretty sure the ones i have now are gonna get totally trashed by this place
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nehan | granblue fantasy

[personal profile] apathie 2021-06-28 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
aid station (cw: some medical icks)
[seeing how the resident doctor is so harried, moaning about wanting to take a break, the erune doesn't feel any need to take her place. he certainly doesn't want to be in that situation-- not in a place he doesn't know, with wildlife he doesn't know how to manipulate, with drugs he cant understand. so he keeps his head down, and his back facing her, just so she doesn't see what he's doing with his hands as he works on someone with quick, steady, experienced hands. luckily he has his coat to obscure any eyes that may be following him. and to hide his guns. even he knows they're inappropriate in such a setting, but he needs them for protection.

nehan takes a bottle of alcohol and reaches for a cotton swab... before thinking better of it. he'll just pour the thing once he gets this out of the way:]


This is going to sting-- that's natural. That means it's cleaning the dirt from the wound, and killing what bacteria is in it. I'll apply it right away, unless you want some cloth to muffle your screaming. [is this good bedside manner or not?]

the quago: effects
[given his help at the aid station, nehan has been tapped to help out again. he doesn't need to take notes on those in deep sleeps, but he does so anyway. he himself doesn't need sleep, not right now. this is fine, sleep is for the weak, not for those dead inside. but he also takes it upon himself to pay attention to those affected, but are not sleeping. who seem more animated than most-- after all, who knows if they're contagious?

his ears twitch when he hears sounds-- sounds that should not be there, like someone moving about and doing things. that makes him peek into the room, one hand on one of his guns... before he takes his hand off it and scowls.]


Go bad to bed. [his tone is stern. he's not going to relent, no matter the argument.] Don't make me force you.

network
username: karm

I was already going to the place I would rather be in, with what I had on hand and what I have now. There's no other explanation than me preferring to get on with my life.

wildcard
[[ bring your own prompt! nehan prefers to be a non-combatant, but there are many other ways of getting him into conflict, like an argument or a little physical scuffle. helping people grow pot would be funny though! however, nehan does touch on a lot of triggery things, so please have a look at his permissions post. feel free to pm this account or grab me at [plurk.com profile] wildtrapinch. ]]
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zuleikha | original

[personal profile] birdroads 2021-06-28 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
wake up (for other new hatchlings)

[ She tries to cast cover instinctively, waiting for the waves of fog to erupt from the crack in the egg, blanket the area, and any thinking that needs to happen can fall strictly under the purview of Later. Not even a measly spark issues from her fingers, and standing makes the room spin. ]

[ Zuleikha crumples inelegantly, and barely registers being helped to the theatre, where she folds heavily on the sleeping bag, begs off the helping hands and leans against the wall, rubbing her forehead. ]

I thought my morning would go very differently.

[ She groans. The power of positive thinking. Yeah. Easier said than done. ]

[ Waving weakly to you, ]

Hey, are you —

[ New here too, fam? ]

at the theatre

[ Listen, the moment the magic's back on, there's the occasional drift of musical notes in an indistinct melody. Children rush and scream chasing dancing sparks — which are coming from Zuleikha's fingertips. She is curled up very comfortably on one of the chairs, boots up, and casting quickly with snaps of her fingers. It's just baby magic, taking no effort and showcasing no especial skill. But It'd been a horror to lose — to think she might have to work through each and every bit of it again, anything of the past erased and reset. ]

[ Meeting your eyes, she grins. ]

Do you have requests? I can make animals. 

fetch quest

I'm holding out for spice packets. 

[ Is the light remark, as Zuleikha rummages around towards your left. The Adamant is quiet, and her hand has barely been that far from one pistol or the other, but the journey here was uneventful, and she's in no mood to have that extend to this search. ]

Or sauce. The food could use some.

network (un: stormchaser)

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you go, what would you bring with you, and why?

I'd much rather be in Seagarden with a tall glass of calamansi juice. Seriously. I was in the middle of my vacation. Three weeks of nothing but fun in the sun.


[ Nope. But no one from Libertalia is stupid enough to say they're from there, and she can't believe that's what feels like a missing piece of her too. She hopes the name will work as a beacon, draw any other member of the crew to her — ask about their last mission. ]

If you won the lottery*, what would you do with the money?

You buy tickets for a draw? You know that's a scam waiting to happen, right?


[ ... ]

What does everybody call themselves here anyway?

wildcard

[ ooc: hit me w anything else! she will be wandering around the agriculture unit, or in the armoury comparing weapons. happy to write up a specific scenario for any of these locations or those mentioned in this prompt! ]
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@lowkey

[personal profile] jotun 2021-06-28 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
the scam is the point
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[personal profile] birdroads 2021-06-28 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

I'm not going deeper into whether it's actually a brilliant idea or not. I definitely like mine a little less obvious.
jotun: (pic#14980294)

[personal profile] jotun 2021-06-28 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
do you scam a lot of people, stormchaser?
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[personal profile] birdroads 2021-06-28 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Nope :)

I am, however, very familiar with capers, shenanigans, and the occasional fiasco.
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[personal profile] jotun 2021-06-28 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
quite the resumé.

[ hashtag relatable. he's only flattering himself by proxy here, don't take it to heart. ]

and yet an individual of your talents did not manage to escape the very same circumstances that brought us here. you must be furious.
birdroads: (09.)

[personal profile] birdroads 2021-06-28 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
I'm trying out positive thinking. Never too late to learn new tricks, you know?

[ .... she tried it out for five seconds, she hATES IT GOODBYE!!! ]

Buuut I wonder if I know my audience. Whom am I speaking to?
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[personal profile] jotun 2021-06-28 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
ulfhild the undying.
and yourself?
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zhongli | genshin impact

[personal profile] lapideity 2021-06-28 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
base camp
[if anyone has wondered how someone hemming and hawing over rocks around the encampment would look like, look no longer. zhongli is crouching just at the edges of camp, studying rocks, picking one up and setting it aside. then taking back other rocks and setting them all up in a line

quite a sight for a man in such a well-tailored suit, playing with the dirt.]


Ah-- [he gains a smile on his face as he notes someone looking, and he stands, placing one hand behind his back as is customary for him.] What may I help you with? Are you a newcomer as well-- ah, what did they call us... Hatchling? An apt enough description.

communications
[someone has noticed zhongli's deep voice, and has roped him into helping at communications. someone or something called cartagena, though he has yet to understand what artificial intelligence means. perhaps a bodiless spirit, much like... ah, nevermind.

perhaps he's already done so, and feels awkward at a microphone when he doesn't know how half of this technology works. he doesn't know if he's overenunciating, or speaking too quickly... or anything, even if his job is as easy as reading off of a piece of paper handed to him. so he's just outside of the communications area, holding onto the old notes he was given, and speaking each line out loud, and pausing. then trying again to hear himself speak. and then moves on to the next one.]


Mmn, but what is a... [a pause when he notes he's not alone.] Ah, apologies. Have my musings disturbed you?

fetch quest
Let me assist in this endeavor-- I'm not one to sit on my heels. [he accompanies that comment with a smile, despite the circumstances. he's well aware of the dangers! but he does want to put his companion at ease. they're strangers after all, and it's natural to be wary of strangers.

then he looks towards the direction they're supposed to go in, trying to determine how fast they can go without tiring themselves before the journey is over. then shakes his head-- every journey has its final day, no need to rush. they've determined that those afflicted are not inn any real danger to themselves, or anyone else.]


I'll be sure to pull my weight... and protect you, if necessary. How dangerous would this trip be, you think?

wildcard
[[ bring your own prompt! i'm up for going against the quago with zhongli, though am unsure if he's affected or immune. feel free to pm this account or grab me at [plurk.com profile] wildtrapinch. ]]
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[personal profile] birdroads 2021-06-28 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Zuleikha.

[ She could give any other name, no one would have to know. But this one is hers, it's the only part of her that survived, and she's not about to press it down and pretend at something else. ]

Nice suffix, Ulfhild. There's a story there if I ever heard one.
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cw: callous reference to attempted infanticide

[personal profile] jotun 2021-06-28 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
my parents tried to dash my brains out against a rock when i was an infant.
fortunately for us both, they failed.


[ you know. the stuff of cozy norse folktales. ]

and how is your positive thinking going, zuleikha?
birdroads: (11.)

[personal profile] birdroads 2021-06-28 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ouch. Feeling the love here.

[ — jeez, he could have shown up and told the Pirate Queen that and she might've laughed. Zuleikha grimaces to herself — not especially wanting the old lioness to be a factor in how she calibrates. Libertalia isn't the ideal place, but they take in everyone. ]

Let me tell you the food's not helping with it.
casaposa: jjbastuff @ tumblr (i can't see with his thiccness)

caesar zeppeli - jojo's bizarre adventure - ota

[personal profile] casaposa 2021-06-28 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Hatching

[None of it makes sense to a dead man and his attempts to rationalize what this is against what he expected the afterlife to be-

It makes him angry.

Furious and frustrated in an unexpected way and he works with his hands to deal with it. There are threats in his world that still loom, but the situation here is dire enough to distract him. The place needs upkeep and work-he can do that. Can manage and help out with small repairs.

Even if it's inside the body of a dragon. Absurd.
]

What kind of fairytale were we pulled into? This must be a joke.

Fetch Quest

[The rarity of chocolate isn't something he thought he would experience in his lifetime. A two day trek to visit some already rummaged through wreckage for the opportunity to find a bit of candy. The fact it's a cure to some noname illness is another bizarre twist.

He pulls aside junk all the same-searching for useful items and-

Maybe a little extra for all the kids back in the theatre. Not that he's having luck collecting anything right now, let alone getting the luxury of finding a toy or two.
]

Any luck?

Wildcard

[HMU with whatever or pm me for a custom starter!]
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fetch quest

[personal profile] identities 2021-06-28 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Herbs would be the holy grail.

[ éadaoin surveys the hallway ahead of them with her flashlight, frowning. the cramped, darkened corridor sends memories flooding back to her, inducing a series of nauseated expressions that have nothing to do with the rank smell of the place. it reminds her of akromika's palace. not in the fun, wholesome, no-place-like-home way.

she shakes her head. where was she before she got lost in a past life?
]

Uh. I just mean, they had hydroponic gardens back at the camp. If we could find herbs, they'd be able to grow more. Spices are harder.
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éadaoin (original)

[personal profile] identities 2021-06-28 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
AGRICULTURE
[ rows upon rows of plants and still not enough to feed as many people as they have. éadaoin has an eye for these things. these plants are not enough to sustain a whole population, which explains the soylent substitute the new hatchlings had been fed. she paces between the rows, touching the leaves of some of the tomato plants.

they're growing fine, despite any atmospheric differences. lucky. then she touches her fingers to the casing, and she realizes the real issue isn't the atmosphere and the lack of earth's soil, the real issue is that imitating earth's soil in hydroponics is a short term solution.
]

They're so fucked.



[ later, she can be found straying out from under the leviathan's shelter without a rain shield. she at least checks the sky for likely immediate acid rain first, then scampers out to gather soil samples and start prodding at some of the immediate native grasses. there aren't many of them, certainly not hearty enough for farming. the region looks mountainous, if anything.

she plops down into the dirt, shoulders slumped heavily, staring up at the sky as if wishing for it to rain and put them all out of their misery already.
]

QUAGO SYMPTOMS (cw: hallucination, minor gender dysphoria)
[ at first, she doesn't realize what's going on. it's normal. éadaoin gets into the shower, turns on the spray, and when it hits her skin like cold needles, she jumps and flashes to something else. a memory. a relived past life, on that she hadn't hit yet. one where she's a little boy with shiny black leather shoes that kick over the edge of the open train car that rumbles lightning-fast across the countryside. someone beside her (him? no, she's still her.) plays a sad, wheedling tune on harmonica.

and then she's back in the shower. scrubbing at a red patch of skin near her collarbone. she grabs a towel when the water runs out and pats at it when the next hallucination hits, worse this time, knocking her to her knees. she crashes into the row of lockers and slides to the floor, shrieking at anyone who tries to touch her.
]

NETWORK (@flowergirl)
all the money in the world can't buy what i want.
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[personal profile] jotun 2021-06-28 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
you don't hail from a planet that subsists on textureless paste?
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@feardorcha

[personal profile] lovetalks 2021-06-28 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Is it a shower because my offer of that sponge bath still stands.
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[personal profile] identities 2021-06-28 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
nice try but im not letting you touch me you little weasel
Edited 2021-06-28 05:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lovetalks 2021-06-28 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Just rolling out those compliments, I see.
Some things never change.
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[personal profile] identities 2021-06-28 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
as it turns out a shiny new planet is not the libido amplifier you apparently expected.
unless ...?
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[personal profile] lovetalks 2021-06-28 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Please, as if I need the headache.

( and if anything would get the lord of death to crack open his borders, it'd be someone laying hands on his latest fixation. )
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[personal profile] identities 2021-06-28 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
if he can still get to us here, shouldn't you be able to get back?
faerieproof is faerieproof is faerieproof.

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