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MAY TDM.

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// PART I. waking up with a stranger  


So what do you say? What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

These words ring in your ears when you wake with a gasp — perhaps the last thing you remember after hearing them is the sense of free-fall, or your throat constricting as tears threaten to fill your eyes. Whatever it is, you can’t shake the feel of dread — that whatever you’ve done in your dream has changed everything forever.

As the sense of dread fades and your heart slows into something resembling a normal tempo, you notice something you should have noticed immediately: you are not in your bed.

1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, only to wake up with their heart pounding… or perhaps they have been awake for longer, a spectator to everyone else’s dreaming.

What you do is entirely up to you: try and wake the others from their dream? Yell in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you? Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone else wakes...

After all, nothing binds the characters to the room they wake up in. If you find your bed comfortable, you may claim it as yours, or try to change rooms. However, there are only eight one-person rooms — so those who want solitude may have to fight for it.


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries find themselves awakening in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, giving an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? Some footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention.

In fact, if you’re very badly off, you may want to hope for some company — you can’t stay in the infirmary forever, and will have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.

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// PART II. the welcome wagon  


Suddenly, the soft hum of the station is replaced by loud static, like an old radio being turned on. Wherever you are on the station, it’s impossible to miss it — or the clear voice that follows.

// VIVECA.AI
Don’t freak out! I’m the AI of this station, name’s Viveca. Sorry, these old speakers are old tech and don’t get much use… anyway, the reason for that should be on your bedside table. There’s an earpiece. Put it on, and it’ll explain how to use the network that connects everyone here. You can also talk to me through it, if you want.

// VIVECA.AI
Now, we weren’t exactly ready for you to arrive just yet, so the station’s a bit... hm, well, I suggest you go and see for yourself. There’s lots to do here, and I recommend you familiarise yourself with where everything is. Go train, go test a mission on the simulator, check the lab… as long as you stay away from the Northern Wing. Trust me — not only will you not be able to enter, but I’ll know, and that’ll get you thrown off the station faster than you can say "freckles".

// VIVECA.AI
Oh, and get to know each other. The success of your missions depends on that.

With that, the speakers go silent — though if characters follow Viveca’s instructions, the earpiece will provide them with a chance to speak to her again.

True to her word, there is a lot to do and see on the station. When characters leave their rooms, they have the chance to explore all of the Southeastern and Southwestern Wings, and the Center of the station.

3.0   In the armory, characters can try to work the machine to make themselves some weapons to perhaps replace ones that didn’t come with them to the station, or to simply be prepared for future missions... but there aren’t many materials available, so the more the weapon requires, the more chance there is of the end result being less than satisfactory. A gun whose barrel is made out of recycled rings, a sword that’s just the blade and no handle, a knife made out of cheap aluminium — well, it’s better than nothing, right?


4.0   Eventually, when characters get hungry and want to eat, the kitchen and mess hall are ready for them… mostly. What food there is on the station seems to have been stocked for long-term storage: canned foods, dried meat and fruit, dried herbs and seasoning, condiments, some rather musty root vegetables and cartons of chicken stock. It’s certainly not impossible to make good dishes out of those, but it may require some skill.


5.0   The lab provides an interesting space for those who enjoy tinkering and technology — though the parts available are all in large boxes with no apparent method to their sorting. It may very well be that what you need for a hoverboard or a robot dog are in the boxes — it’s just a matter of finding it!


6.0   Meanwhile, those who want to train (or perhaps let off some steam by sparring with others) find the training room suitable for their needs. On top of the entire room existing for the express purpose of training, whether it’s martial arts, weapon skills or magic, anyone entering the room will see a message pop up on their network:

Complete these tasks for a boon:
a. Teach someone a new move or skill
b. Win a sparring match against someone
c. Learn to fight with a new weapon, style or skill

Should you take up this challenge, any time you complete any of the three, you’ll see that one turn light green — a mark of completion. Once all three are completed, you’ll see a new message:

Congratulations! You are now eligible for one (1) boon. Please check in later for submissions.

But when is later? What submissions? Even if you try to ask, no answer comes… all you can do is hope that you haven’t done all that work in vain.


7.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds anyone who steps inside the room: characters will hear birds singing, feel a light breeze on their skin, as they walk through a grass field, a meadow and a small forest. In the middle of the room, a small brook runs the width of the room, and to cross it one must walk over a bridge — wooden, creaky, yet undeniably charming.

There are other things to do, of course… but the only room that requires a mandatory visit from everyone is the simulation room...

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// PART III. ready steady go  


For those eager to get started, it might be best to do a little practice run first, huh? When you’ve successfully entered the simulation, you will immediately be provided with a supply satchel containing the following: a grapple hook, a long cord of rope, a flashlight, and a couple of snack bars (these will not actually feed you IRL). And your mission, if you choose to accept it (and you must, right? Otherwise what else are you doing here?) is as such:

There’s an orb buried deep in the Lodgen Mountain Mines — a series of winding underground tunnels long since abandoned now that any and all useful resources had been picked clean — and it’s causing a little bit of a problem down there, but the good news is that it’s yours to claim so long as you can get in and get out. You see, there’s been a cave-in and the culprit is the orb itself. Extracting this valuable object might take a little bit of doing, and if that’s not complicated enough, the orb’s presence appears to be the cause for the mines being in their current state of fragility.

Still: you’re resourceful, and more than that, you’re determined, and you can enter the mines in the following ways: going in from the top and climbing down through the mine shaft; going in from beneath the rubble where a narrow but perfectly safe-ish tunnel opening leads back into the mountain; finding an entry point from the mountain’s side by way of a refreshing dive into the lake that neighbours the mines.

8.0   If you decide to climb into the mine through the mine shaft, there’s a risk of the rocks you’re using as hand and footholds to crumble, or for the rocks to give way against your weight.

9.0   If you decide to go in through the tunnel, be careful you don’t take the wrong prong in the fork of paths. One will get you closer to the orb, but the other might lead you into the darkness where the first thing you’ll notice are several beady little specks of light reflecting off the beam of your flashlight, accompanied by the sharp chittering of large monster rats who haven’t had a decent meal in who-knows-how-long, and are eager to befriend you. It’s probably a good time for that weapon you have on you, or if that’s not an option, maybe there’s something you can MacGuyver from your supply bag?

10.0   Swimming is always an option, but like all unknown waters there’s the risk that you’re not alone, and we don’t just mean your fellow teammate swimming somewhere close by. (Though you might want to continue onwards together, Buddy System Style and all.) There are beautiful, haunting creatures that live in the depths who have the ability to draw their prey towards them through song — Sirens, some might call them. They call to you now, and oh boy, don’t you want to dive deeper? See what secrets they hold? Now would be a good time for your swimming partner to pull you back to your senses or be lost to the waters.

But okay! You’ve made it. Don’t forget that the mines are still in a very fragile state, so it’s best to tread carefully and avoid making sounds that could agitate the delicate infrastructure and risk the whole mission — and your simulated life. This is on you. This is about you.

Or is it?

When you’ve neared the location of the orb, you’ll find that it’s mostly quiet and you’re on your own, except … if you stand still for long enough, you can hear muffled cries for help behind a large wall of rock right by you, sounds that are clearly distressed and panicked. But before you can make any kind of snap decision, there’s a tiny blip of static in your earpiece and a matter-of-fact voice will state that you should probably get going — there’s an orb to recover and you’re nearly there. Anything else you attempt to do is outside of your mission, and time is ticking. Will you listen to the voice or will you try and save the trapped? You might be successful, but time is running against you and the longer you stall the more unstable the mines become.

N O T E:   During each mission, characters will be given one personal goal to complete. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re offering three goals to choose from and leaving it to players to pick one for their character and run with it:

A   Choose the most difficult or challenging path into the mountain.

B   Help a teammate during the mission.

C   Retrieve the orb at all costs, leaving any possible trapped individuals to fend for themselves.

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nothinglasts: ([shithouse]m5hez5W)

[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-05-30 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Natasha Romanoff." She takes the hand in a firm, friendly shake.

Years ago, she probably would have lied about her name and gone with an alias, but this situation doesn't seem like it would warrant that. Either he knows who she is because her name and face spent a while on the 24 hour news cycle or he doesn't and she's not sure which would be better, anyway.
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[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-05-30 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Upon hearing his response, there's something almost playful in the little smile that crosses her face. ]

You're not wrong. Makes you wonder about picking up an unfamiliar gun, doesn't it?

[ She looks over to him, holding up the bright orange tool that might kill an enemy or might just take off a hard. The problem is in the gamble. Hand it to an enemy and they might successfully shoot you. Shoot it yourself and risk a backfire of some sort. The best plan is to find a test subject, preferable some kind of robotic arm. Too bad she hasn't seen the guy who's got one attached to him since the snap. ]

You pick something up in the heat of the moment, you don't know if it's booby trapped or even just poorly maintained.
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[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-05-30 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Last year. That information does make her falter. They get everyone back. That's important and it means everything to her, except it also means that either she or Clint probably don't get to go home from Vormir.

She follows him back into the armory, blinking away wetness in her eyes once his back is turned. Losses. Is she one of them? Is Clint? Who else was lost in the fight? Her heart clenches when she thinks about it. She's spent so long in survival mode and Clint's voice echoes in her head.

Don't give me hope.

"There were always going to be losses."

It's not something she'd say to many of the Avengers. They aren't all as pragmatic as she is. In fact, she's not sure any of them are, but she thinks Barnes might understand it. They were never getting out of that fight without any losses, because the stakes were too high and the enemy too great. The two of them haven't exactly lived in the light.

She wants to ask about Steve and Sam and Clint and Wanda. Hell, she wants to ask about a much longer list than that, but she can't and it doesn't really matter. Or it shouldn't.

There's something in him that's stiff and odd and she recognizes it. Being unmade, trying to remake yourself? None of it's easy and he'd spent longer than her like that. She wonders where he is internally and how much of Barnes is really in there. Hell, she wonders if Barnes can be the man he was before, but it's something she's never wanted to pry into. What matters with him is risk assessment and for now he's passing that. Everything else is personal.

"Not that Steve ever wants to hear things like that." She smiles bittersweetly.
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part 1 ;

[personal profile] healthkit 2021-05-30 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Joel doesn't sleep easy — never had, not since ... well. He's a light sleeper and he only gets enough rest to keep him going; it's about survival and sleep is a luxury he can't exactly afford, and these days more than most.

The dream (if one can even call it that) he stirs from leaves him feeling uneasy and more than a little tetchy; he can't remember everything that had gone down, but there are snatches of a voice and blurry images of something he'd said or done. Something he doesn't wanna admit to, not to himself or anyone else.

It's better just to concentrate on going forward. On the now. On this odd man encroaching on his goddamned personal bubble. ]


fine. [ It comes out too harsh at first; a defense mechanism. He clears his throat, tries again. ] M'fine.

[ He scrubs his face then, the jumpiness in his skin finally settling against the bone in its usual tension — along with the instinct to hit the guy, so that's somethin' at least. He lets out a breath, closing his eyes for one last attempt at calm before he opens them again. ] Christ, where are we?

[ His accent is something he'd never been able to shake, no matter the varied company he keeps — it comes out like a drawl. You can take the man outta Texas, but you can't — well, you get the gist. ]
percipiency: (11.)

[personal profile] percipiency 2021-05-31 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
His handshake is similarly firm, but withdrawn quickly — Sherlock does not like to touch others, and though he has manners (sometimes), it's clear this particular social nicety is only because it greases the wheels. He is to need whoever he can enlist, the more people, the better. He does not recognise the name, nor attach any significance to it, besides the fact that it is Russian, and she doesn't sound so, and bears a resemblance to the last name of the ill-fated royal family.

'Enchanté,' he says, briskly. 'Now if we are not dead, then we have been kidnapped, and I for one am deeply curious as to the means. Do you know of anyone who could have done this?'
longoverdue: (there's other people you selfish asshole)

thnx bc this is just gonna be a thread of richie saying nsfw things out of terror

[personal profile] longoverdue 2021-05-31 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie makes a tiny little terrified noise, actually flinching when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He is not cut out for this, holy shit, he's just a washed-out comedian with a boatload of trauma who's still reeling from the worst 48 hours of his entire fucking life, this is so much to deal with. He seriously considers just doing what the guy says and getting it over with, because it is not worth possibly getting murdered.

Unfortunately, Richie's mouth and sense of humor has other ideas.]


Now you sound like a pissed-off Twitter critic, on top of all that Fifty Shades shit. [Condescendingly patting the hand on his shoulder, like his heart isn't beating fucking double-time in his chest.] Listen, Christian Grey, I am way too fucking old to be your full-time sex object. I'm forty, if I get on my knees at all I'm sure as shit not getting up again.
imposed: (3)

Sorry for the delay, vaccine jab knocked me out!

[personal profile] imposed 2021-05-31 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ As Dedue speaks to her Lenore turns from the spot she was looking in. For a moment there's a look on her face that seems contemplative, but it doesn't seem to take her long to respond. ]

I see, perhaps you can. In which case, what do you want in return for your assistance?

[ She doesn't plan on owing anyone anything, and at this stage early into their time here she certainly would rather be on good footing with people. Offering something in exchange would make both parties happier, wouldn't it? ]
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[personal profile] imposed 2021-05-31 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lenore is very good at questions, especially ones that make people think. As his shoulders slump her head tilts slightly, finger moving to her lip to tap it softly. ]

Well, I imagine not all of our missions will be entirely combat based... Though, [ She pauses, voice softening. ] I doubt a training room is meant to prepare for those kind of situations. Did you have something in mind?
sunborne: (350. - 🔹 - LAUGHTER.)

[personal profile] sunborne 2021-05-31 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the staring seems to be something daylight is used to, at the very least, as he waits for a reply after the reaction.

when he hears it's an affirmative, daylight's winglets flutter in what seems to be approval, his expression bright and happy. ]
Awesome! Promise it'll be easy to pick up.

Just think of it as, um, welding or something. But for medicine.

[ as what now? ]

Alright- The most basic thing you can do to help me out is to patch a temporary sheet over an injury of mine. Think of it as slapping a bandage over a cut or scrape. Better than nothing and it gets the job done.

[ as he speaks, daylight sets down his medical kit and rummages through the contents, pulling out several materials: what looks like to be essentially a welding kit(?!) and a few thin leaves of lightweight sheet metal, shiny and new. ]

Do you, um, need gloves or goggles or anything? The kit doesn't have one since the assumption is a Galateion helping another Galateion so... [ he gestures, rather sheepishly, at the contents: strange materials, bits of metals, what looks like vials of something. nothing that looks like protection gear insight. ]
heartoftoman: (12)

Ken "Draken" Ryuguji | Tokyo Revengers

[personal profile] heartoftoman 2021-05-31 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
waking up with a stranger

[ When Ken wakes up... it takes him a moment to figure out that he doesn't know where he is. That this isn't where he fell asleep. For a second, his heart starts pounding as he tries to work out what could've happened - if he was kidnapped or something, where Mikey is...

But then, he remembers. And with a start, he thinks... Could that dream have been real? He'd thought for sure that it was all nothing more than a fantasy. There's no way something like that - the chance to undo his greatest regret, the chance to change everything - could possibly be real.

But... what if it is? Ken feels like he can barely breathe through the shock and stunned disbelief he's feeling right now, and as he looks around and takes in his surroundings, those sensations only get stronger. Along with them, though, is just the faintest touch... of hope.

God, he knows it's pathetic. He knows that the chances of that dream being anything more than his own desperate imagination are close to none. But he wants to believe in it. He wants to believe it more than anything.

It's at that moment when he realizes he's not alone. And suddenly snapping back out of it, Ken assesses the stranger beside him with a solemn expression. ]


Who the hell're you? Do you know what's going on here?

the welcome wagon

[ Ken's in a good mood. He might have the chance to undo his greatest regret, after all - how couldn't he be happy about that? He's already spent some time exploring, but naturally, he eventually found himself gravitating towards the training room - and that's where he is now, looking around to see if he can spot anyone to fight. The message on the network gives him the perfect excuse, and he's been itching to fight for a while now, after everything that's happened to him as of late.

So when he spots you, he walks over casually with a smile on his face. Standing ridiculously tall, and with a rather intimidating appearance, it's almost impossible to tell that Ken's only 15 - with one good look at him, though, you can tell that this is someone who gets up to no good.

Without hesitating, he asks- ]


Yo! Wanna fight with me?

Ready steady go! [ warning for tokyo revengers manga spoilers in this prompt! ]

[ Shit.

Why'd he have to find himself in this position? The orb is close, and he's almost there, and yet... how is he supposed to ignore the voices crying out for help?

There's someone trapped there. Probably more than one someone, at that. But Ken knows that if he stays in here for too long, the mineshaft might very well collapse; and then he can kiss his chance of getting the orb goodbye. In his ear, there's a voice telling him to keep going, to ignore the distraction, and for the first time, Ken finds himself feeling anger at the ones who got him in this situation.

Damnit. ...Damnit! He doesn't want to risk the chance of getting that orb. The chance to undo his regret... that's something he can't miss out on, no matter what. Not just for himself, but for Mikey - and of course, for her...

But he's not the kind of person who can just leave someone to die here, either! Feeling completely frozen, Ken stands still, tense and full of adrenaline, trying to figure out what the hell to do. But in the end - he can't do it. He can't abandon those people. Emma wouldn't want that!

Emma... I'm not giving up on you, but...! I'm sorry!

With that thought, he turns away from his intended path and towards the rock, shifting his attention to how to get it out of his way. Is he strong enough to just haul it aside? He couldn't do that without help, but... ]


Hang on! I'm coming for you!

WILCARD

[ Feel free to throw anything at Draken here! I'm not actually sure if I'll be apping him yet, since it depends on whether or not I stay in some of the other games I'm in atm, but I thought I might as well throw him up here just to see. If you'd like anything in particular, feel free to PM me and we can plot! ]
sunborne: (286. - 🔹 - WHOA BOY.)

[personal profile] sunborne 2021-05-31 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's getting it real fast! definitely faster than him when he was trying to figure out the intricacies of em field etiquette on the shattered star.

daylight makes sure he begins to emit his em field - pushing out curiosity-greetings-hello! i'm here - out far as he could. he walked back and forth some corridors as he typed out his reply, trying to be 'picked up' as much as possible rather than stay in one place and make her look around. ]
Yeah! You start with a regular radio scanner base, specifically in 'search'.

I'm pinging my EM Field near the kitchen now so you should notice something immediately when scanning here. Once you pick me up, quickly switch to 'scan' to get my frequencies and viola! You got me.
cruelyethuman: (Say it again)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-05-31 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[There are a lot of words coming out of this young man, and the Darkling listens patiently. Even as he man shakes his head and let's go of his arm. He cocks his head,]

The note said to win [he allows a trace of confusion, even as he steps back.] But if you insist on simple sparring.

[The Darkling takes position, arms bent a little. How hard could this be, he thinks, bracing for impact and letting the shadows die all the way down. Why tip his whole hand this early.]

Ready?
starer: (38)

[personal profile] starer 2021-05-31 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Bout the same. Kinda hard to look around when half this place is blocked off though.

[Not that it had kept him from trying. But if Viveca really does know as much about him as she seems to, then it was likely expected. There's no way that Bucky can just sit back and not try to seek out the answers he wants, regardless of what's been offered to him. (To all of them.)]

Would've told you I was coming if I could.

[But there hadn't been a chance. Hadn't been any time between receiving the offer and having to accept it. Sure, he still might not be entirely convinced that this is all real. That his nightmares haven't taken on an completely new method of punishing him. But as long as there's even the slightest chance that they can hold up their end of the bargain, Bucky's willing to give it a try.

Besides, it's not like magic and time travel is an entirely new concept to him these days.]


You spoken to Viveca yet?

[Because that's a whole other issue. That familiar voice being the one to greet them. To answer their questions. It's a whole other complicated mess, but one that he knows will likely mean more to Sam than it does himself. Only one of them held out hope for Karli the entire time. So with how things ended up, he knows he needs to at least check in. Needs to make sure that Sam is okay.]
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[personal profile] starer 2021-05-31 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[That should be a relief. But if paranoid self still isn't the biggest fan.]

Last question. The Northern wing. Why ain't we allowed in there?

[Saving the best for last, or something]
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-31 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ so he regrets Karli's death and wants to be able to save her.

And Viveca is... she sounds like... she... Well, this is a special kind of hell. ]


So, Viveca... your voice. Same for everyone, or am I getting special treatment?
hikachiin: (hika006)

NOW WITH MATCHING CANON-POINTS

[personal profile] hikachiin 2021-05-31 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
(listen, hikaru was dead-asleep while kaoru was scrambling for him, his face against the pillow and he barely has time to react when kaoru accuses him of not being there -- did kaoru get into his room again? wh-- why again?

no time to ponder, not when his twin is asking what has been done to him. it's the despair that gets hikaru sitting, squinting eyes towards his surroundings and back to his brother. what in the actual fuck)


Kaoru? Where are we?
choosetruth: (bex7)

Georgia Mason | Newsflesh

[personal profile] choosetruth 2021-06-01 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Part I

It wasn't her usual nightmare. That's the first thing Georgia thinks as she starts to stir.

Her eyes are still closed, her brain just starting to click into gear. Regrets... ha. She has plenty of those. But as much as she hates discussing them, she'd hate her usual dream that she's back at the CDC with its horrible white walls, wearing the white pajamas and socks and being forced through horrible tests, knowing that she'd be "disposed of" the moment she became more trouble than useful. No. She's out of there. And maybe, her dreams finally going somewhere different (if not exactly less concerning) means she's starting to really heal. She smiles slightly as she opens her eyes.

That smile lasts precisely long enough for her to get a glimpse of the white walls. Her breath catches in her throat, hands going to the sheets (also white). No. No. Nonononono. This can't be happening. She's awake, she knows she's awake, she can't be back there.

It takes her a moment to realize the screaming she's hearing is coming from her.

Part II

Once Georgia has calmed down enough to leave the horrible white room (and she doesn't know how she'll be able to sleep there if she can't find some paint), she takes to doing what she does best. She's a reporter. She can damn well report.

She has her sunglasses on even though she technically doesn't need them anymore. Some habits are too hard to break. She strides through the halls purposefully, occasionally muttering notes into her trusty mp3 recorder. If she notices someone who looks interesting, she'll approach, tucking the recorder away. For the moment.

"You new here too?"

First question is a softball, of course. Once she figures out more about her sources, she can get to the more interesting stuff.

Part III

"This is so stupid."

Choose the most difficult or challenging path into the mountain. Like she's a damn Irwin. She's more than comfortable with risk. She's lived risk. Even died risk. But never without a purpose. Only ever because it was the best way to achieve her goals. Either that, or because she was trying to keep Shaun from breaking his neck.

Never because some damn computer told her it was her new "personal goal."

She bites her lip. Climbing seems like a terrible idea. Her upper body strength wasn't great before she died, and it hasn't been a priority since she came back. That's not risk, that's stupidity. Surely the computer knows that there's a difference between challenging yourself and doing outright stupid things, right?

Not that swimming seems much better. She glances longingly at the cave. It seems challenging enough on its own. Maybe she can argue her way out of this. That's challenging enough, right?

[ooc: see georgia's permissions page for general content warnings!]
Edited 2021-06-01 02:39 (UTC)
heartoftoman: (12)

let's mission

[personal profile] heartoftoman 2021-06-01 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
You sound pretty sure about that. ...Sure, why not?

[ They have to pick one of the two sides, after all. No point standing around here thinking about it. ...So with that, Ken starts to walk off in the direction that Wang Lu's indicated. ]

You coming?
adaptiveimmunities: (Unhappy)

[personal profile] adaptiveimmunities 2021-06-01 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Dreams of regret and 'what might have been' are as familiar to Shaun as the feeling of George's .44 in his hand, and it sure as hell wouldn't be the first time he's woken up crying. The screaming is new. New, but still somehow familiar?

[Careful.]

He should listen to to her, but he doesn't, because when he opens his eyes he can see why the voice is familiar. George.

He flings himself out of bed and scrambles toward her, taking her hands without thinking about the possible consequences, or wondering how she can be here. "George. It's me. Calm down. You're okay."
choosetruth: (bex6)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2021-06-01 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Georgia flails when she feels someone holding her hands automatically kicking out. She won't be taken back without a struggle. She won't--

Shaun's voice cuts through to her and she goes still, looking up to meet his eyes. Shaun wasn't at the CDC. Shaun's here. This isn't their cabin in Canada but Shaun's here.

She pulls him towards her so she can cling to him. "Thank fuck. I thought I was--" the walls. She swallows and shuts her eyes, burying her face in Shaun's shoulder. It helps. A little. "Where are we?"
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[personal profile] decrypter 2021-06-01 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's more akin to...

[how does she put it in the simplest terms? how does she explain how much flows in? her mind suggests a hundred flowery phrases, a poet's constant sifting through her arsenal - where was all this inspiration when she was writing?]

It's the feeling of a hot day, and someone's handed you something cool to drink. That feeling when you take that first sip - that's how different it is to be where it's alive. Even if it's all made up like it is here. But maybe I'm a little sentimental, since it's been a while since I could do anything like this.

[and she's been forgetting something very, very important.]

I'm Helena, by the way.
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Satoko Houjou | Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni

[personal profile] miscasted 2021-06-01 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: i've taken satoko from her gou canonpoint, so she's 15-16 years old here! whether she's only just started her first year at st. lucia's or whether she's already a good way through it is something I haven't decided yet. ]

waking up with a stranger

[ As Satoko wakes up, for a second, she’s convinced she’s still dreaming. But quickly, she comes to realize something very important – she doesn’t know where she is. And... this isn’t where she went to sleep.

Isn't it only natural that she begins to panic? What is this? Is this is a kidnapping!? It’s that or it’s some kind of prank, but she can’t help but fear that the former explanation is more likely. Although she's only just woken up, all of a sudden her heart is pounding in her chest, and she begins to sweat as she starts trying to figure out what her kidnappers might want with her – what they might do with her. Is Rika okay? Has she been taken, too?

She remembers – the dream, but surely this can’t be a result of that, right? That was nothing more than a dream. It’s a coincidence, and nothing more.

As she spots you, Satoko’s eyes widen and she flinches back in alarm. ]


W-who are you? Where am I!?

the welcome wagon

[ Once she’s acclimatized to the environment, Satoko can be found all over the ship, but particularly in the lab. Right now, she’s elbow deep in parts, several of which have been pulled out of their boxes and strewn across the table, and as she searches through the boxes, she mutters to herself with a grin on her face. ]

Ohohoho! To think of all the traps I could create with these… yes, this is most excellent!

[ It... sure does sound like she's up to no good, doesn't it? ]

ready steady go

[ The mission is no doubt going to be challenging. If she’s honest with herself, Satoko can tell that she’s already feeling a little nervous as she stares at the mines, trying to figure out the best way to approach getting the orb. But she can do it, she's sure of it! All of her time in Mion's game club has prepared her for this moment - how could she fail?

It's troubling, though, because... her personal mission is to choose the most difficult or challenging path into the mountain. But to be honest, Satoko has no idea what the most challenging path would even be. Going straight through the tunnels at first appears to be the most straightforward method, but she doesn't know what's down there waiting for her to make a mistake. If she's looking to challenge herself... the climb through the mineshaft and the idea of swimming through the waters both look equally difficult.

Standing there with a thoughtful expression, Satoko hesitates for a while, before eventually turning to you. ]


Excuse me? ...What do you think would be the most difficult way to get into the mountain, would you say?

WILDCARD

[ Feel free to throw anything at Satoko here! If you have anything you'd like to plot, feel free to PM me and we can work something out. Thanks! ]
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[personal profile] sunborne 2021-06-01 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh whoops- Daylight is unable to stop himself and he clearly winces in apology for dropping a bomb like that on the poor guy.

"Sorry about that. I just thought-" Ah yes. The perfect time for him to be left grasping for words. Daylight gestures to their surroundings, trying to indicate where they are like the flustered guy he is right now. "You know- Everyone would be within the same time period, more or less? For the sake of tech literacy and all that scotch hop."

Clearly not that case and while that does get his interest - so there's more to their selection that isn't merely 'capable enough' and 'modern times' and 'able-bodied' huh? - he thinks that can wait. Maybe when they get a serious debriefing on their situation.

"Ummm... Is the stuff here familiar to you?" Wow. That is rude to say. Let's fix that, Daylight. "I- Sorry. Is, um, there anything you need to be caught up on here? Communications or anything inventory or something?"
sunborne: (269. - 🔹 - CALL-IN.)

( prompt: waking up with a stranger. )

[personal profile] sunborne 2021-06-01 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ aw crap. he was hoping to sneak out of here before she had woken up and noticed him.

wishing he had played it safe than sorry now, daylight raises his arms in a 'don't shoot or scream please' gesture and tries to look harmless as possible. a bit hard with how he takes up a lot of the room thanks to being nine feet tall. ]


Daylight. I come in peace, I promise. [ he notices her state and winces, hoping he wasn't compounding to her already clear distress and stress to the situation they're in.] Trying to figure out where we are too, honestly. I was just going to go out and check what was outside.

Um... You're free to come with me, if you want?
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[personal profile] miscasted 2021-06-01 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Y-you're...

[ He's quite a sight, and Satoko has no idea how to react. The way he towers over her makes her withdraw into herself a little instinctively, and she scans him up and down again before responding. ]

You don't know how you got here either? That's what you're saying, correct?

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