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theatlas2016-12-03 02:43 am
ex_broach530) wrote in theatlas2016-12-03 02:43 am
OPEN MINGLE.
Who: Anyone!
When: Day 22 - Day 26 (Dec 7)
Where: Around the city.
What: Digging Boney out, checking on the injured, observing caused by the Overseer Drone including the time shenanigans and the new wildlife, and any other daily life threads you'd like to have before new arrivals.
Here, have some prompts!
DIG AND DIG AND DIGGITY DIG
The Dust seems to be settling on the city, quite literally. The result of massive cave-ins is that the city now looks like a poorly-managed construction zone, and the seekers of the Atlas who have been brought to this place might have to get their hands dirty in order to dig out the tunnels.
In case you need an incentive, access to some of the Monoliths has probably been prevented, not to mention the fact that nobody knows what happened to the strange boney creature calling itself The Last. The group consensus seems to be that they're going to dig him out. And was he the only one buried? A headcount goes round, but nobody is sure who exactly was in the caves. Probably time for a buddy system in case the next person buried is you.
Of course, hard work leaves little time for the other necessities of life. Why not bring by some food or water and strike up a conversation?
IT MEANS NO WORRIES
Manual labor isn't your thing? No problem! Several lush oasises seem to have popped up, complete with grass and water and wildlife.
There's one near the entrance to the city that is currently home to a couple of naughty tree-climbing mammals. Despite monkeying around, they look more like a gecko had a baby with a sloth than any kind of primate, but don't accuse these guys of being slow! They're fast, mischievous, and will steal anything they can get their hands on, carrying it somewhere high and leaving it there. But maybe if you can find out what they like to eat they can be tamed? Or at least convinced to brings your stuff back...
There's another denser patch of vegetation that definitely has something large and loud tromping around in it, but nobody's seen it yet... just be careful while foraging, okay? Or maybe it's a chance to finally have some meat for once.
Finally, there's definitely a decent sized pond with a shimmering reflection just begging for someone to cannonball in. And it turns out taking off the suit has no adverse effect writhing the oasis. Skinny dipping anyone?
TALE AS OLD AS TIME
Be careful around the sudden appearance of plants; they're time distortions that will zap in and out, the bubbles bursting before you can work out how to break that coconut-like plant open. And you don't want to end up stranded in the desert without your suit on, either. Not to mention some pretty weird time distortions seem to be happening. Careful you aren't stuck in a Groundhog Day loop, forced to relive the last few minutes of your gruesome death over and over...
On the plus side, you can give yourself a high five?
And only a high five, nobody wants to see you taking self love to an entirely new level.*
* Iron Bull wants to see.
When: Day 22 - Day 26 (Dec 7)
Where: Around the city.
What: Digging Boney out, checking on the injured, observing caused by the Overseer Drone including the time shenanigans and the new wildlife, and any other daily life threads you'd like to have before new arrivals.
Here, have some prompts!
DIG AND DIG AND DIGGITY DIG
The Dust seems to be settling on the city, quite literally. The result of massive cave-ins is that the city now looks like a poorly-managed construction zone, and the seekers of the Atlas who have been brought to this place might have to get their hands dirty in order to dig out the tunnels.
In case you need an incentive, access to some of the Monoliths has probably been prevented, not to mention the fact that nobody knows what happened to the strange boney creature calling itself The Last. The group consensus seems to be that they're going to dig him out. And was he the only one buried? A headcount goes round, but nobody is sure who exactly was in the caves. Probably time for a buddy system in case the next person buried is you.
Of course, hard work leaves little time for the other necessities of life. Why not bring by some food or water and strike up a conversation?
IT MEANS NO WORRIES
Manual labor isn't your thing? No problem! Several lush oasises seem to have popped up, complete with grass and water and wildlife.
There's one near the entrance to the city that is currently home to a couple of naughty tree-climbing mammals. Despite monkeying around, they look more like a gecko had a baby with a sloth than any kind of primate, but don't accuse these guys of being slow! They're fast, mischievous, and will steal anything they can get their hands on, carrying it somewhere high and leaving it there. But maybe if you can find out what they like to eat they can be tamed? Or at least convinced to brings your stuff back...
There's another denser patch of vegetation that definitely has something large and loud tromping around in it, but nobody's seen it yet... just be careful while foraging, okay? Or maybe it's a chance to finally have some meat for once.
Finally, there's definitely a decent sized pond with a shimmering reflection just begging for someone to cannonball in. And it turns out taking off the suit has no adverse effect writhing the oasis. Skinny dipping anyone?
TALE AS OLD AS TIME
Be careful around the sudden appearance of plants; they're time distortions that will zap in and out, the bubbles bursting before you can work out how to break that coconut-like plant open. And you don't want to end up stranded in the desert without your suit on, either. Not to mention some pretty weird time distortions seem to be happening. Careful you aren't stuck in a Groundhog Day loop, forced to relive the last few minutes of your gruesome death over and over...
On the plus side, you can give yourself a high five?
And only a high five, nobody wants to see you taking self love to an entirely new level.*
* Iron Bull wants to see.
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Qunari strength comes in handy here. Rather than doing the digging himself, The Iron Bull is putting out sheets of bark or trilobite shell for people to dig dirt and rubble onto, and then hauling it away, muscles working. But he doesn't work in silence, always with a quick smile or a friendly word. He'll ask your name if he doesn't know it, where you come from. Or: "Hey, what was that thing you were using," if you're Cayde or Fuyuhiko — someone teach this guy about guns.
skinnydipping
You had better believe after all that hard work that The Iron Bull going to go swimming. As soon as he realizes he can get away with taking his clothes off, he does. And he doesn't even pass out this time!
Anyway, catch him enjoying a mud bath like a hippo, giant and grey, leant back against the bank with his eyes closed, the thick mud fortunately concealing his ~black box~: his suit is draped over his horns to keep off the sun. A happy sigh. "Yeeees, this is the life."
wildcard
( hmu if you would like to plan something out. possibilities include sparring, hunting, multiple bulls, multiples of your character, investigating the setting, preparing food, whatever you'd like. )
digging.
I was born in Naboo, though I was last on Coruscant. [ one is no risk to say; the other a little, necessary lie. it is spoken so often it has almost become reflex. ] Do you know of either?
[ a few weeks ago, it would not have occurred to her to ask. of course, that was before she learned more than she ever needed to about earth. ]
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Nope.
[ But he's fascinated by that answer for more than just the unfamiliar names; her use of 'on' instead of 'in' strikes him as weird. He tries to clarify. ]
Are they cities?
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Both are planets. Coruscant was a city that eventually enveloped the entire planet.
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Would you tell me of Thedas?
digging
She takes the time to pile his trilobite shell full of more dirt, before looking up at him. "What about you?"
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"Grew up in Par Vollen, like most qunari. Went South, to Fereldan, and stayed there."
[ skinny dipping ]
Is it?
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There's a reason the name he hadn't chosen for himself had been Hissrad. Liar.
But he assumes Clark is noticing for other reasons. :) ]
Hell yeah. After a week of nothing but sand? Bliss. Coming in?
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I think I'll pass, but thanks for the offer.
We got lucky finding a proper source of water.
[ It also means he doesn't need to boil small quantities for the people around - subject them to his "glowing burning" eyes. ]
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Dunno if it's luck or magic. All these places popping up. But... hah, hasn't killed me yet!
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I'm not sure that's the best indicator.
skinny dipping
He's looking for either of those when he happens to find a pool of mud instead, which... well, it's not bad but not exactly what he was looking for. Finding someone in there quickly gets his attention, though. He remembers seeing him around before, even if they've never talked, and this seems like just the perfect opportunity to fix that.
"Well, hi."
No really, don't mind him. He'll just be leaning against a rock and watching, that's fine right.
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"Hey there," he says, tilting his head to give Jim a grin. There was a time when the next words out of his mouth would have been along the lines of see something you like? but he's ... attempting monogamy for the first time in his life, so they're not. Still, his affect still straddles the line between friendly and flirtatious. "Considering a dip? Hot as hell out there."
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"Looks like it's hot as hell in there, too." Said with a cheeky grin and a not so subtle eyebrow raise. "But I was looking for a pool of just water. That mud looks like it'd get into weird places and it'd be hell to wash off."
digging + some wildcard bc i do what i want
He sits cross-legged, out of the way of the continuing work, and preoccupies himself with practicing unloading and reloading the pistol he borrowed from someone for this purpose. So much time spent in the sun has made the freckles across the bridge of his nose stand out even more, which sort of negates any toughness points he might be getting from all this.
He greets Bull with a lift of his chin, and unloads the pistol back out. "All right, help me out here." He's still trying to wrap his brain around the possibility that anyone could just not have guns, least of all Bull, who so far has been pretty synonymous with what a proper man is, in Fuyuhiko's brain. That definition just also happens to include guns. "You ever seen one of these before?"
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There's... not really a lot more to say than that. Bull takes a seat next to Fuyuhiko, leaning back on one broad hand and watching his actions with the gun interestedly. "Is it magic?"
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His expression pinches distastefully. To him, "magic" is a catch-all term for things that either aren't real or don't make sense; guns are powerful, straightforward, and elegant, so pretty much the exact opposite. He's lost a lot of the childish awe he used to have for them, but that'll always be true to him.
"It's like a machine. You've got... I don't know." He flounders a little reaching for an item of comparison that might make sense. "Crossbows and crap, right? It's the same concept. You aim the barrel, pull the trigger, and it fires a shot."
He doesn't demonstrate with the pistol, because he takes proper gun safety seriously, but he does demonstrate with a finger gun. Pew pew.
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But quibbling about what it's like isn't gonna tell him shit about what it is. "So that's it. Just point and shoot. But instead of arrows..."
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Wait, fuck, how do you explain lasers to someone who doesn't know what a gun is and not make it sound like magic? Where is Kazuichi when you need him to explain this shit? The truth is, Fuyuhiko's not 100% sure how these types of guns work either; he remembers that he always preferred his old-fashioned revolvers and machine guns to the new, complicated blasters Kazuichi fitted his robots with, but that's— something else. Remembering it doesn't help him explain this, and he doesn't want to remember it, anyway.
He tries to find a different word to use, and then just... doesn't. He at least spreads his hands a little, apologetically. "Lasers. You know, like concentrated blasts of energy? It's, uh, like instead of having a magazine, or an arrow, you have this thing, right." He shows Bull one of the charges for the pistol, and mimes loading it again without actually loading it. "It uses electricity to focus light and heat into a projectile, and then the pistol fires that when you pull the trigger."
A beat. He shrugs, clarifies: "Something like that, probably. I'm not a fuckin' engineer."
digging
I'm Breq. From a system called Atoek, most recently, but I would be surprised if you've heard of it. And you are?
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The Iron Bull. From Thedas. Which just about nobody 'round here has heard of.
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Digginig
"Um... Cloud. And we just... called it the Planet," Cloud says quietly, then pauses, frowning a little and putting down the rock he'd been moving so it could be hauled away, "or Gaia, sometimes, but I think that's relatively new."
As always, talking about home makes an unpleasant reminder of where they are - not not home, but another planet, and Cloud's gaze is drawn up to the moons above, reflexively.