LOG.01

[ximilian]

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// PART I. summer cleaning  

The more days that pass on the station, one thing becomes increasingly apparent: the station is woefully unprepared for so many people arriving there at once. While the materials found in the lab or the armory are lacking, and characters don’t have many sets of clothes to change into, the most glaring problem is food: after days and days of nothing but dried jerky and canned beans, things may start to seem a little… well, dire.

But one morning, those who completed the tasks in the training room with the promise of a boon will wake up to a message on the network:

Congratulations! You have earned one (1) boon of your choice. Please enter your desired item here.

After they have entered whatever item they wish to get — well, at first nothing seems to happen. But after some minutes, those who are either in the living quarters or the kitchen area can hear the unmistakable whir of power turning on… and clatter. Lots of clatter.

1.0   Congratulations, it seems that the teleportation devices have finally stored enough power to send in a variety of items! On the platform near the living quarters, there is everything one might imagine from different planets: piles and piles of clothes in different styles, books, tools… oh, look, a headband and a comb! And that sure is a yoga mat. Best go sort through the pile and get what appeals to you, before someone else does.

2.0   For those characters who requested an item as their boon, the good news is that whatever they requested is there in the pile! The bad news is… it’s there in the pile, so good luck finding it — and convincing others it’s really yours, so give it back, please!

3.0   It’s not just the platform near the living quarters that is functional, now: it’s also the one near the kitchen. And that one is brimming with produce: fresh fruit, coffee beans, bread, different cuts of meat, cartons of milk and juice… there’s even some ice cream, though best get that to a freezer quickly! Enjoy the variety in your dishes, for now.

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// PART II. lights out  

Two weeks before their first mission is supposed to start, in the middle of the day, everyone’s earpieces start to crackle with static. It starts faint, a sound barely there, but it grows into a persistent buzz that nothing seems to help — not attempts to contact someone else, mute the sounds, nothing.

Just as you’re about to go crazy and chuck the earpiece as far away from you as can be, the static suddenly stops.

And all the lights on the station suddenly go out, leaving nothing but darkness behind.

The static starts again, and finally, Viveca’s voice filters through.

// VIVECA.AI

It’s no good, the platforms took too much power, we need ——. I’ve tried fixing it, but it’s not enough. I —— the backup ——.

The characters may try to answer, but their comms aren’t connecting — it’s as if they’ve tuned into a radio channel they’re not supposed to be hearing. And perhaps more surprisingly, the next voice they hear is not Viveca at all.

// ?̴̳̥̱͎͓̼͇͖̫̄̉̐̇̄̋̇?̸͙̼͎̙̙̳͖͈͆̓̈̓̊͆́̂͗̆́͠?̴̛͓̬̮̏̈́̃̍̍̌͗̈́͘̚̚͠?̸͙̼͎̙̙̳͖͈͆̓̈̓̊͆́̂͗̆́͠?̴̛͓̬̮̏̈́̃̍̍̌͗̈́͘̚̚͠

Sorry, —— will have to keep ——————. Try to ——... emergency mode?

The crackle keeps getting louder and louder.

// VIVECA.AI

I’ll —— but —— help! They have to ————

With that, the earpieces go silent… and even if characters attempt to contact Viveca, they will receive no answer.

4.0   Left in the darkness, minutes stretch into hours without a flicker of light. The hallways are eerily quiet, with only the faint hum of machinery assuring you that the station itself is still functional and not dead. Of course, you may stay where you are and hope that the lights miraculously return… or you can navigate your way through the hallways and rooms with nothing but your memory to help you. It may be a good idea to get someone to go with you so you’re not bumbling around in the dark on your own.

5.0   Those optimistic about the lights returning will have to be disappointed. After several hours and nothing but radio silence on Viveca’s end, it seems clear that this is a problem she can’t fix on her own. If you don’t want to be left in the dark (literally) forever, it’s best to try and do something about it.

If you’re technologically inclined, the lab is the place to be: you may be able to connect to the station’s system, at least enough to figure out what’s wrong and try to fix it. But perhaps you have other abilities, those of more magical origin… with those, you may be of assistance in helping to replenish the station’s diminished power supply.

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// PART III. mad world  

Eventually, everyone’s efforts will pay off and the station seems to regain some of its power back — at least enough for the lights to flicker back on, first in the living quarters, and then around the rest of the station. The resurgence of power also affects the simulation room as well, quiet and unassuming at first … but something seems a little off, the longer you remain in the space. For one thing, it flickers colour and light in a way that isn’t worrying, exactly, but doesn’t feel all that stable. And just when you think you should probably head back out, the doors close and a world builds up around you in meticulous detail — is it something you recognize or is it something altogether unfamiliar?

6.0   Creature Comforts: The simulation room picks up on the cues of its inhabitants, snatches of memory and knowledge of worlds that it isn’t wholly familiar with but seem to fit within the parameters of its code. Whatever world you’ve come from, you might note the familiarities, might even feel a little homesick. And so, the world around you might resemble a historical time period befitting of swords and gunpowder and large dresses with too much frill. Or maybe the simulation goes back even further than that: lush jungles and prickling heat, the sharp buzzing of hard-shelled insects hidden in foliage and the hiss of something else that seems a little ominous. Maybe the simulation slowly materializes into the place you’ve just come from before waking up here — all the way down to that coffee shop you like so much, the one with the really perfect latte.

7.0   A Fish Out of Water: It’s hard to say whether the simulation room has a sense of humour of its own, or if the power outage has made it a little unpredictable. Either way, the space around you fills up with images entirely unfamiliar to you, putting you completely out of your element. If you’re from a small town or a place where life’s a little simpler— castles, large stretches of field and open sky, say: what you see will be futuristic skyscrapers with all the lights on, and colourful bright screens everywhere. Is that a flying car? Geez, you’ve never seen one of those things before (not that you can reach it from that height). Or maybe you’re from a Dystopian wasteland: if so, welcome to experiencing an idyllic paradise with just the right amount of density, the right amount of kumbaya to fill in the questions you might have had of what life was like before you were born. The simulation room is here to put you out of your natural element without you realizing it.

8.0   101 Ways To Break Out (J/K, it’s 1): Of course you’re not stuck in this room. There’s always a way out, a lock to pick, the slight shimmer in the air that guides you to the seam that unravels the whole thing and lets you out. Depending on the setting your character happens to be delicately trapped in, it might take a bit of doing to find the One Thing Slightly Off anchoring you back to reality— a totem if you will. Find that thing, find the shimmer in the air and stick your hand through it, and you’ll find the room going dark around you, but in a ‘Hey, You’ve Completed this Simulation! Congrats!’ kind of way. The doors will slide open and you’ll be free to go, maybe on slightly shakier legs but in one piece nevertheless.

The TL;DR: Due to the power outage aboard the station, the simulation room is temporarily on the fritz. Here you’re free to choose the manner of simulation you want your character to stumble into, all the way down to the most minute detail. Go crazy! Remember whatever happens in this simulation stays only within this simulation and the room; it cannot and will not affect the rest of the ship. Simulations may have the possibility of changing halfway through, and depending on how many people enter the room after you, could end up changing more than once. The constant will be to find the exit trigger once you’ve been locked in.

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F Y I

• The events in this log span the month of June.

• No one will be able to contact Viveca after Part II, even after the lights come back and the station’s power supply has been replenished. If your character wants to talk to her before Part II, feel free to use the Ask the AI page.

• For Part I, those who completed the tasks in the TDM will be able to ask for one thing they want to receive here. It can be an item from their home, or something else they’d like to have. If they ask for something living (like a dog, for example), they’ll receive a plushie of said living thing instead. Note that you can handwave completing the tasks on the TDM — we're not going to demand links to threads or anything!

• For Part II, those who want to try and connect to the station’s system can ask questions and suggest what they’d like to try to do here. How your attempt goes is up to chance, as the mods are rolling the results. Note that this is not mandatory and the mods are fine with handwaving what exactly gets the power to come back, and it can (and likely will) be a combined effort of many characters. There is no one right thing to do, but if you’d like to ask questions of what your characters would be able to do or find out when connecting to the system, feel free!

• Throughout the month, remember that all the locations in the two wings and the center of the station are available to use, even if they’re not detailed in the prompts in this log. So feel free to make your own wildcard prompts using the training room, the armory, the living quarters, the infirmary, the sunlight room etc.

• For those who didn’t get to play out their character’s arrival on the TDM, you can read more about what the characters see upon arrival here. Feel free to make your own prompts for that!

▶ NAV

Comments

mod questions: log 1.0 edition

[ximilian]

For any questions pertaining to this log, feel free to ask them here.

[unclesam]

Before the lights go out, is it possible to get info from Viveca on how regularly food is gonna come in / how long this "shipment" is meant to last?

[totheright]

re: the clothes in the shipment - are they all brand new/in the best shape? or is there a quality difference between some of the pieces?

[callada]

You know I have to ask: are there cigarettes in that pile o' goodies?

character boons

[ximilian]

To make a request for your character boons, reply here.

[longoverdue]

just to test it out, Richie will come right up and ask for an autographed copy of Bill Denbrough’s novel The Black Rapids, made out to Richie Tozier. he fully does not expect one to come here bc he never bought a copy to get it signed.

[sunborne]

Daylight would like his holocapture - basically a photograph but a small sci-fi projection of the subject in question - of his husband, Emergency Aid, please! He already misses his partner a lot and is kicking himself for not having one on him as a good Everlight should!

[callada]

Hey, Rosinante worked to try and do those tasks just to see what happened. The least he could get is his old flintlock pistol, right? Shame he dropped it when he got shot a half-dozen times...

sorry for the delay!

[totheright]

kaoru will ask for a sewing machine and some thread, please, thanks, he got brought here in his pajamas, he can't live like this.

(related question: will kaoru be able to plug in the machine somewhere on the ship to actually use it? if so, i'll assume he won't be able to when the power goes out!)

[starer]

Completely forgot to do this. Bucky's just to ask for something to pass the time with. But really I just want to be a troll and ask for some version of this game to turn up. :|b

fix-it felix

[ximilian]

To make suggestions for or ask questions about fixing the station's system, leave them here.

[sunborne]

Daylight would like to experiment with his arc energy manipulation/generation ability first! He wants to use his excess arc energy to try and restore some of the lights in the hallways - Will it be possible for him to do so?

THE CARDS BEFORE THE STORM

[gunbunny]

[Picking up from his Two Truths One Lie prompt, Jesper is as good as his word and hosts a running card game every night until the lights go off. Stop in at any point and pick up a hand, or just chat with Jesper or others at the table. The game gets much more interesting once the items arrive, giving the group things to actually gamble with, but before that Jesper happily takes favors, from 'one mystery future deed' to just being willing to do simple things like go fetch him his daily piece of jerky as a bet. Truth be told, Jesper loses just as much if not more than he wins, so if any characters what to collect an IOU from Jesper, that is very, very possible.

When the items do arrive, Jesper grabs a small hoard of them without actually taking time to figure out what is what. They're all one of a kind here and they're the only gambling currency around. Yoga mats, toy race cars, shiny buttons, the occasionally useful item like a pocket knife or compass, he will take what he can carry and sit next to his pile like a little lord, ready to play another hand of cards and gamble them away, or add to them from other people's stashes.]

Ready for the next round?

[OOC: feel free to chat with Jesper, or use this as a jumping point to chat with other people that are there to play cards! He doesn't always have to be the center of attention.

If you actually want to play cards, I'll just be using an RNG to see who wins each hand against Jesper for fairness.]

open thread????? i think??? hello

[hikachiin]

(hikaru comes around to see the pile of useless things that jesper has managed to take from the newfound items and he squints his eyes for a little while. a lot of what he's gotten is, for the lack of a better word in hikaru's mind, utterly useless and he cannot envision anybody truly gambling for something as trivial as a car toy.

there's not much in the line here, so he'll sit at the table with the others, huffing a little as he takes a random item from the table - just so happens to be a chess pawn.)

Find anything good?

[coordination]

[ It's easy enough to spot the gambling man after their interaction on the network. Aside from the materials Yzak himself picked up for personal use - clothes, some books to pass the time - he doesn't have and probably won't later have the interest to pick up that much more otherwise. While he does see this as a place he'll be for at least a little while, he's going about it the same way he does at war: minimal personal belongings just in case they get lost in battle. Nothing he would get too attached to. ]

Hey. [ He greets with a tone of very slight familiarity. ] You didn't give me your name earlier.

[retributioning]

[ she's a regular visitor to his table even before the items — originally starting from the wagers that dealt with chores, evolving to favours owed (and sometimes acting as the other's errand-boy or -girl)... but with the items, there's a new excitement to the gambling.

sitting down at the table like she belongs there, renfri has apparently dropped by the kitchens, as she's holding a pint of orange juice (a girl's gotta deal with the lack of beer somehow) in one hand and a bag full of things in another.

clearly, great minds think alike, and she's snatched herself a bunch of items just in case, too. ]

That depends. What are you betting? Because I don't think I need a fifth favour.

gambling time with jesper!

[sunborne]

It's why I'm here.

[ daylight slides into the nearest chair that isn't occupied by someone, grinning from ear to ear. he was busy digging through the items ever since he got his holocapture, wanting to see if anything else from his world came, but that trail has dried up for the time being. better late than ever that he has some fun with the others in a spirited game or two of cards.

for this first occasion of meeting the majority in the common room, he's opting to wear his avaform. he's still stupidly tall but he looks human at least. ] What's the pool so far? Anything worthing fighting for?

Sam Wilson | MCU | OTA

[unclesam]

✪ // PART I. summer cleaning

[ If you stroll around the area of the food teleportation platform, kitchen and food storage, you'll see two things. One is a small, kite-sized drone flitting about, occasionally scanning something by the teleportation platform or amongst the shelves in food storage, sometimes extending a small grappling cuff to pick something up. The other is Sam himself, moving about, taking inventory and getting things sorted into storage. ]

Hey, gimme a hand?

[ And oh, Sam's going at this with efficiency. The family business being sea-food related, growing up in Louisiana heats, and then his time in the military - yeah he can do some pretty efficient food packing, and if you help, he's gonna direct you around a little - firm but kind and patient, of course, with the air of someone who knows what he's doing more so than he air of someone just wanting to be listened to for the sake of it. Cold storage first, perishables next, dry ingredients last. ]

Pretty sweet we finally got some actual food, huh? Can't wait to fire up some actual goddamn meals here...

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✪ // PART II. lights out

[ Sam's not surprised, after that weird exchange, to find the lights going out. If he were particularly religious he might send up a quick prayer to whoever's listening regarding the fact that the station itself seems to be hanging in there. Imagine losing the artificial gravity, or the air supply. That would be bad, he imagines. He has no idea what else can go wrong on a space station, but air and the vacuum outside seem to be pretty big factors all considered.

Having Redwing's basically a cheat code for many situations in life, and this one's no different. Sam's going to be moving through the station with his goggles firmly over his eyes, enabling him to see through Redwing's scans - and that means seeing heat signature.

He moves through the dark, silent station as if moving on Redwing's visual cues is second nature - that's how he dodges missile fire in the air, after all. If your character is lost somewhere in the dark and gives off a heat signature, Sam can come find them, making no attempts to conceal his footsteps. Redwing's visible as a glint of metal in the air, giving off a faintly blue gleam from its propulsion thrusters as the small drone chirps softly. Sam smiles. ]

Hey - you good? Need help getting anywhere?

[ If your character gives off no heat signature, feel free to have them run into Sam as he moves about the station anyway. ]

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✪ // PART III. mad world

Alright no, but look... I'm telling you, I saw the room light up weird, I don't know. Just... c'mere.

[ Whoever's with Sam, he's determined to check out what the hell's going on with the simulation room. Something's up - and of course, that's how you end up trapped inside, together.

Sam has the decency to look a little sheepish and give the kind of shrug that just screams 'oops?', when the simulation fires up. And that's how he and his companion find themselves...

Creature Comfort
... in front of a house tucked into a grove of trees. The sky's showing a perpetual, golden orange sunset reflected in the river just out back. The Louisiana summer heat presses in, but there's plenty of shade under the cypress trees. The house itself is quaint, pale blue paint looking faded in contrast to the red roof and the white accents around it. There's a swing seat, children's toys scattered about the porch, a silver truck parked under the carport nearby and a footpath leading to the pier out back that dips down to the water. There's the perpetual sound of cicadas awakening, and just out of the corner of your eye, you keep almost seeing two children running around, the warm breeze carrying the faded echo of their laughter. Sam sighs, slow and deep.

101 Ways To Break Out
... a maximum security prison in the middle of the ocean. More specifically, Sam and companion find themselves in one of the cells. The silence in here is interrupted only by the occasional groan of metal, and the very, very distant rush of water. Congratulations, the outfits suck as well. And Sam, well... Sam's gone very still, muttering a soft but emphatic: ]

Shit.

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✪ // NETWORK. sometime after part ii

alright, whoever fixed the lights: you're awesome. take a brownie, just not literally, please.

look, I don't wanna harsh on anyone's mood but we might be running into a food problem. now I know what you're thinking - 'sam, light of my life, we have a shit ton of food, what are you talking about'. It only looks like lot, but that's 'cause we got some people who need more calories than the rest. That food's meant to last all of us two weeks comfortably. before the lights went out, viveca told me we can expect another food shipment in two weeks, but given that our friendly neighbourhood ai has gone silent... I reckon we can stretch our supplies to maybe three weeks if we ration carefully.

look, what I'm saying is, if you're hankering for a midnight snack, let's not. anyone else but me know what they're doing in a kitchen? if so I could use some help rationing the supplies out to make sure everyone gets what they need and no one goes hungry just 'cause we all ate like kings for two weeks, yeah?

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✪ // WILDCARD. anywhere on the station

[ Outside of the offered scenarios, feel free to run into Sam...
... tinkering on his drone and jetpack in the lab, completely absorbed in some calibrations and talking to Redwing like he's an actual pet.
... in the kitchen/food storage area brooding over meal and ration plans.
... in the training room where he'll be glad for some sparring company.
... flying lazy circles in the sunlight room.
... in the infirmary, tending to some nasty looking bruises along both his arms - someone overdid it with the training. ]

[ Feel free to contact me on inkcharm or Discord inkcharm#4573 to plot for other options! ]

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YOU KNOW WHICH ONE (:

[coordination]

[ This is certainly A Way to meet someone new. In a simulated prison. Yzak himself has been in a holding cell once before, but was too focused on his own guilt and his own fuck ups to really care. Now, though? He's just wondering what the hell this is supposed to be. So unlike Sam who's being more on the quiet side about this, Yzak is pacing around, grumbling and thinking outloud. ]

What the hell kind of mission is this supposed to be? I thought we'd at least get some sort of briefing or background as to what we're supposed to be doing! [ Even a little simulated backstory? A reason why they're in a cell?

He walks up to the bars, peering through to look around. ]

There aren't even any guards around to ask! What are we supposed to do? Sit here on our asses? Figure out a way to dig ourselves an escape tunnel?

[ A beat, and then he WONDERS... ]

Wait, what if that one fucking guy really DID jinx this by talking about Viveca throwing us into an escape room!!

[ LITTLE DOES HE KNOW... ]

Yzak Jule | Gundam SEED/Destiny

[coordination]

01. NERD ALERT
[ Going through the pile of items, Yzak has picked out a small armful of things that he deems good enough for him to wear. Gundam fashion is questionable for sure, and yet if anyone gets a good look at what he has, it strangely works for him. Though let's be real, he probably will not be seen very often out of his military uniform.

A couple of the books he's picked up from the pile are about folklore and tales like that. And one single book about aerospace engineering.

He also picks up a chess board, but realizes the pieces are scattered within the pile, so puts that back for the time being with a small frown, because he should really focus on what he's got now, first. And does he really want to be seen digging around like that? Absolutely not. ]


02. FINALLY, SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD
[ Assuming there are others who are going through the food and properly transferring it all to the storage area, Yzak joins in on that team effort. With what they know from Viveca about the shipments, though, Yzak glances over his shoulder to whoever's nearest to him. ]

I've spoken to at least one person claiming to not require food or water. Figuring out if that applies to anybody else will at least give us an idea of how many people we have to account for before the next shipment.


03. HELLO DARKNESS, NOT MY FRIEND
[ Coordinators. Genetically enhanced to be faster, smarter, stronger. But not so much when it comes to seeing in the dark. So Yzak, never able to simply sit back and wait something out, is navigating his way through the halls when the lights go out.

Crankily. That grumble-cursing you hear in the dark? This guy! At least you won't run into him since you'll hear him beforehand and know he's coming. Feel free to say hi if you're wandering too!

When people start to get the idea to head to the labs, it's where Yzak ends up as well. He's not magically inclined, and while he knows some basics of mobile suit and spaceship machinery, he's a commanding officer, not a mechanic. So it's not his area of expertise. He hangs off to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and watching to see what everyone else does and can do.

He can lend an extra hand if needed or instructed. Otherwise, he can offer his brilliant(?) suggestions to those figuring out what they want to try. ]


04. HOME SWEET HOME
[ Yzak literally just got here, so he's not that homesick just yet. Especially because he is here for a good reason. He has a goal. Something that could be worth his time away. Without something like that to focus on he'd get a little more lonely, he'd wish a little harder that someone familiar, like Dearka or Athrun, was here with him. So while those feelings are still there, they aren't as strong as they could be.

After the power returns, he's in the simulation room out of a curiosity to see if it's still working. While useful, he wouldn't have been surprised if it was powered down to ensure that parts of the ship that needed the energy more were getting it. His surprise isn't from the fact that it's working when he enters, but rather that he's in a very familiar place when he does. Anyone else who happens to wander in will be met with — the bridge of a space battleship. So honestly the view shouldn't be surprising since they're on a space station already. But Yzak is clearly familiar with it as he makes his way past the many control and communication panels to the window. The Earth (and its moon) can be seen, but a shorter distance away is a cluster of ~100 hour-glass shaped space colonies. A small group of them together within the cluster - six, to be exact, are completely destroyed. ]

Huh, [ He mutters to himself as he gazes out into space. ] I didn't know this room could do something like this.

(( all who reply to this one are free to, and encouraged! to change scenery up to their own stuff after we play with this one a little ♥ ))


05. ESCAPE ROOM
[ The simulation glitching means this is possible, too. And once Yzak realizes what's happening, that this is an escape room, he remembers a conversation he just had with someone on the network. So in true Yzak fashion, he's yelling: ]

That guy REALLY DID JINX THIS WHAT THE FUCK??

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[hikachiin]

Yell louder, maybe he can unjinx it.

(says an older twin who was here beforehand, using his pinky to alleviate the STING from all the YELLING done by this IMPOLITE man.)

hikaru hitachiin / ohshc

[hikachiin]

01. kitchen

(for someone who has made their mission in life to constantly bitch about the food, hikaru is overjoyed. he's starved, thank you, because he refused to eat much due to the clear fact that he's a spoiled brat with a ReFiNeD pAlAtE - as has been stated a few times over the network. everything did taste pretty bland before, and now, he's going to venture in the kitchen, after all, how difficult can it be, really?

perhaps it's the smell of something burning to almost ashes that brings you to check who has messed up. perhaps it's the yapping. perhaps you were simply passing by to see the smoke coming out of the kitchen. either way, this does not look good.)

02. the darkness

(he wasn't expecting to be in a spaceship, but he expected a power shutdown much, much less. the crackle made hikaru startled, too startled to the point that he removes his earpeace and accidentally throws it directly into someone's face. oops.)

What the hell?!

03. ouran high school? THREE-WAY THREAD WITH KAORU / FOUR-WAY THREAD WITH THE TWINS+TAMAKI

(if you wanted to see the twins together, you've got it. they've gone exploring, mostly trying to find tamaki and get him out of trouble if anything. it's unfortunate that the two of them get locked inside the simulation room as soon as they enter and turn around, united in movement until they goggle their eyes to take in the room slowly shifting into something rather familiar.

it smells like roses, with intricate details in the ceiling and a large red sofa, several tables and chairs, as well as roses and teacups decorating the space. in the corner, a piano. hikaru and kaoru look at each other for half a second, before they burst out laughing. two identical voices speak, perfectly in unison:)

Welcome to the Host Club!

(ooc: you can specify if you wanna do a three-way thread or a four-way thread in the subject line!! hikaru, kaoru and tamaki will all be around in this prompt.)

04. wildcard me!

(feel free to throw things my way or talk to me over newmeatjb!!)

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[callada]

[The smell of something burning actually manages to make it through the cloud of cigarette smoke that Rosinante is so often surrounded in. He found cigs, he found new clothes, and the third stop was going to be food, but the acrid stench and the smoke pouring visibly into the corridor suggests maybe this won't be any easier than the other tasks.

He'd go ahead and grab a bucket of water, but Rosinante has no idea where to find that sort of thing right now, and anyway, if it's a grease fire, water won't be any use. Immediately worried for whoever might be inside, he hurries his way in, ducking through the doorway that his head nearly bumps on the way in, and then squinting in the smoke.]

You all right?

[Thankfully it doesn't actually look as bad as an all-out grease fire, but goddamn that thing on the stove doesn't look like food anymore.]

Edward Elric l Fullmetal Alchemist

[chrysology]

01:

[Edward sure is searching through the collection of stuff. He's....mainly pulling out some changes of clothes (simpler things. Shirts, pants, a hoodie. Some sneakers that will hopefully fit? Another pair of boots.). But he's also found some books and he sure is just....kind of distracted enough to block out most everything else as he sits and reads. Just. Right there with the pile of stuff. Because apparently he's just that into his reading or research. And here there's no Al to ground him in reminding him of the time or that....you know. Others might want to get by him to get something amid that pile.]

03:

We got food?

[Of course the teenage boy with the appetite in feeding two (himself and in supporting Alphonse's body through his eating and sleeping) notices the food. It's. A lot though. More than he's used to dealing with given at best he might help make meals for three or four people when he stays with Winry and Granny or with Izumi and Sig back home.]

This is a lot.

[Then again. Ed himself isn't the lightest eater. Let alone others, actual adults. He's unsure how long this food is supposed to last for but it sure looks like there's plenty to go around. And actual food too? So he can't help but be glad even as he helps to haul it to the kitchen area and attempt to help stock the pantry and such with the others.

During which if he sees the milk....he passes it to whoever is nearest to him.]

You can have that. Unless it's stew, I'm not touching it.

[Yup. Still such a child, for all that he's seen and been through.]

04:

Wh -- what was that?

[The static. That conversation that was so garbled? The lights? Ed will definitely be fumbling as he attempts to figure what's going on. If it was just this particular room or the entire ship? At least, after it doesn't seem to come back on within a few minutes. Of course, that he can't see might. Kinda hinder that attempt to find out what is going on. Or seeing who might be nearby at that, possibly. He's used to simply using candles for the most part, or lanterns or such if he had to but he isn't anticipating this so obviously doesn't have something quite at the ready.

It unfortunately might mean he just straight up bumps into whoever might also be nearby wondering what is going on. If somehow his muttered cursing in annoyance are not heard and enough of an indication he's around nearby, that is.]

Dammit. The heck is going on? Emergency mode? Tch.

5.0:

[Ed. Has no idea on technology but he will find his way to the lab if anyone needs him to transmute something at least. Offering his assistance if someone says they need something. He can at least try help even if this sort of thing was generally more Winry's thing. He can fix things with alchemy, or create, but he has to have the materials to work with in the first place, he will explain. He has to know what it is made from.]

6.0

[Ed can sort of guess? On what a simulator is supposed to do. He's just not anticipating it to show him home. Or. Well. The scene initially is what he last recalls. The mines after they collapsed in the fight against Kimblee. The rubble as it had all fallen down below with him. The pool of blood from him having been impaled in the stomach. The evidence of which would be the rather bloodied rebar Ed transmuted and pulled out in two parts. His expression here would be a raised eyebrow as he winces and glances down, a hand to his side.

Or maybe it's simply Resembool. the Rockbell's auto-mail shop and home. The closest thing he has to a home left given he burned his own one down. It's rural so the next house is a while off, if it even can be seen. Surrounded by lush greenery, animals in other paddocks with the farmers nearby and such. Ed gets a fond, softened look across his face at this, pulling out some earrings from his pocket of his jacket in his hand.]

--

Wildcard:

[Ed can probably alternately also be found exploring during the month:

- Probably around the kitchen because he's a teenage boy of course he's gonna spend time there eating.
- Napping. Possibly in random places because he's used to it with getting sleep where he can back home given all the travel.
- Training/sparring because he does this daily back home in keeping himself fit and ensuring his auto-mail is fine.
- At the lab, possibly poking around curiously, given all this tech etc is new to him. That and he's possibly on the look out for someone that might be able to help if he needs it with auto-mail repairs.
- The infirmary after he inevitably gets in some disagreement with someone or goes against someone in sparring that gets some hits in.
- Reading, researching space and such. As if that will help prepare him for any of this, really. But he's trying. To learn about space stations, possible other planets they might end up going to.
- At the armory, attempting to see if he can transmute some basic parts for auto-mail in case his breaks, from the scraps of metal there. At least in figuring the outer casing as best he can figure. Focusing more on the arm than the leg given that breaks the most often at least. Or maybe he's transmuting a spear, or a dagger. Complete with skull or dragon sort of motifs because he's Extra like that with his aesthetics (he takes after his father in that. Unfortunately.)]

01

[callada]

[Pistol, check. Cigarettes? Got those too. Clothes in his size are a little harder to come by, but finally Rosinante sees a long stretch of black fabric that might just be pants and might just be long enough -

Except they're stuck under the seat of some... kid? Young adult? Who looks completely oblivious to what's going on around him.

With that guy seated and Rosinante at his nine feet in height and covered in clothing that's a few sizes too big and covered in bullet holes and dark red-brown stains, he looms over the reader with hands on his hips and clears his throat.

And when that doesn't work, he speaks.]

You're sitting on something I need. Can you get up?

[And if that doesn't work, well, maybe he can just... pick the guy up and move him to the side. Not the ideal solution, but he'd rather not risk tearing what might be the only pair of pants in the whole room that could actually fit him by pulling on them.]

Rosinante Donquixote | One Piece

[callada]

Pt. 1. treasure This place is chaos.

This strange "ship" he's on, one with an interior but no hatch up to the surface, is full of mysteries. He'll ask around shortly, but first priority is to find some clothes in this pile that actually fit him and that aren't completely covered in blood like the ones he's currently wearing.

Well, it was either that or walk around in the infirmary gown.

His old clothes are too big, now, too, and he keeps finding himself misjudging his footsteps - did he shrink?

The pile here is something of a free-for-all, so he stands patiently to the side rather than diving into the fray, until he sees a familiar glint of embossed metal and well-oiled wood surface briefly between elegant gowns of colorful linen and silk. The flintlock pistol, which might look like an antique to some here isn't Marine-issue, but it's been at his side for years now and like hell is he going to just let it get away from him again.

They - it, she, Viveca, whoever - just tossed his gun into the middle of everything? Seriously?

Eyes wide with concern that someone might a) take it and then b) accidentally shoot someone, Rosinante leans forward, but he's too far back away from everything to easily reach without bowling someone over.

"Shit. Hey, did you see that pistol? Mind handing it this way?"

Pt. 2. powerless Silence is his friend, but darkness? Pretty annoying to work in, even in the best of circumstances, and given Rosinante's lack of coordination, the circumstances are far from optimal.

He feels his way along a corridor with a hand on the wall, quietly wishing that his ability to wield soundlessness as a tool also gave him some other cooler power, like bat-style echolocation, but instead he's fumbling like the rest of them. He misses a step as he passes from one room to another, and crashes to the ground with a heavy thunk-

- or even more unfortunately, collides with someone, given the span of his flailing limbs.

"Hey, you okay?" he says as he scrambles to his knees, and offers a hand, though given he can't see where to put it, he might just accidentally smack you with it.

Pt. 3. sea breeze When first you enter, you'll see Rosinante sitting on a small wooden dock, cigarette in one hand, apparently fixated on the horizon. Waves echo with the cries of gulls above, and behind is a small town bustling with activity. Fisherfolk haul their catches out of boats, nets filled with silver scales and fins, and from a shop near the shore, the smell of fresh baked bread wafts toward you.

But things begin to shift the moment you enter, as elements of your own memories warp the scenery, and Rosinante looks over with alarm as he seeks the source.

"What the hell is this place?" he asks, for the whole thing is disturbing and uncanny - even that familiar sight that he had been absorbing, without exactly enjoying the experience.

( prompt: powerless. )

[sunborne]

"Oh shit!" Asking whether the person is alright should be his line, honestly.

Daylight's voice rings out in the corridor, his optics flaring blue and white from the surprise of running into someone. "I'm okay but- What about you? I- Sorry, really. I wasn't paying much attention." The gesture is useless, given how dark it is, but Daylight still points up overhead. "I've been trying and failing to power the lights here. Got my room's lights to work and been trying to recreat success that ever since."

With little result and now one (1) person feeling the effects of running into a tower of metal. Oof.

The Darkling | Shadow and Bone

[cruelyethuman]

4.0. Lights Out

[The room he's in is plunged in to darkness and the screeching in his ear stops like the flick of a switch. Flicking a switch is one of those new things he's had to get used to doing, the lights not responding well to open flames the time he tried to turn the lights on like a normal person.

But for once the darkness isn't of his own makings, and the Darkling finds the door and the switches by feeling his way across the room. Flicking it, over and over, does nothing to push the darkness back. Defeated, he slides in to the corridor, feelings his way down the dark hallway.

The cool walls, the closed doors and then there's something else. Something soft and not at all smooth to the touch- and he grabs a hold of it.]

Who are you?

7.0/ 8.0 A fish out of water/ break out!

[He stumbles in to the room, with only a vague idea of why he would even come here. To see Ravka again, maybe or to feel the salty air from the bridge of a ship on the True Sea. Something other than this baffling and confusing place, to feel the fog roll in to Os Alta or just to visit the Little Palace. Walk familiar hallways and see the familiar sights, when ever waking moment was everything but.

The lights swirl around him, the images flashing faster and faster as the room comes to life all around him. When the room settles, he's standing in the middle of a busy street, cars honking their horns at him aggressively. Steel and concrete skyscrapers tower over everything, tall enough to almost reach the sky.

The Darkling stumbles out of traffic, yellow cars with their tires screeching fly by, and he's almost knocked to the ground when a group of brightly colored bikes go by so close he can tell see the whites in their eyes.

"Get out of the way, asshole!" someone shouts, and the Darkling steps back until his back is braced against a wall. Everything smell like a lukewarm bog, and human waste, all the sounds are cacophonous and disorienting.]

What is this place?

Wildcard- You'll know no shelter but me

[Didn't find anything you liked? Hit me up in PM and I can write you something, or just hit me with a starter, and we can wing it.]

7.0

[retributioning]

[ renfri, who had come to the room with a similar idea, to get away from the stifling strangeness of it all if just for a moment, had actually managed it — only for the simulation to change as another person entered the room.

she, too, has to jump aside to not be flattened by a car, gasping and staring with wide eyes, her sword drawn almost on instinct.

she's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed when the man in the room with her seems just as bewildered by the scene as her. holding her sword towards the traffic, as if it could somehow stop the vehicles somehow, she makes her way to him, backing up to where he is. ]

I don't know. I suppose it must be the kind of place some here come from... it would explain some things.

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[nothinglasts]

1.0
[ When things start to come through, Natasha doesn't waste time trying to gather what she can. Extra clothes are definitely useful, though she's not looking to take everything and content to just grab a few practical clothing items for herself and leave the rest for others to look through. What does catch her attention is a plastic tub about the size of under-bed storage that looks like it could be useful, so she tosses the items she's rummaged out of the strange pile into the tub and drags it along with her to keep an eye on it.

She moves a little faster when she spots a pair of combat boots, but when she digs them out, thankfully tied together by the laces, she sees that they're way too big for her and likely too small for any of the men she knows, so she holds them up to the nearest person. ]

What size are you?

4.0
[ Natasha doesn't know the ship well enough yet to be comfortable fumbling in the dark, so she moves through the corridor slowly, feeling her way with her feet for trip obstacles and her hands out to prevent walking into anything with her face. She's nimble and doesn't struggle too much, but every sound that breaks the whirring rhythm of the ship noises has her freezing. ]

Who's there?

7.0
[ In a flash, Natasha feels the floor yanked away from below her feet. It feels as if she blinks and suddenly there's nothing but water and she needs to kicks her feet to break the rocky surface and take in her new surroundings.

The horizon stretches out in front of her on all sides, but when she squints, she sees something bobbing on the waves. Whatever it is, she hopes it's not hungry and she starts to swim towards it.

Once she's close enough she realizes it's some sort of make-shift raft, but she can't tell if anyone's on it. Still, she knows she can't tread water forever, so she's got to get to it and take stock from there. She's probably not the only person who's been dumped in this, right?

It's still too far to yell, especially with the way the waves lap at her, so she powers through the rest of the way, not stopping until she can grab the side of the raft and pull herself up to sit on the edge. Now that she's on it, what she'd though had been a person looks more like a pile of supplies, but on the other side of the raft she spots someone else in the water and starts to wave to them. ]

Looks like we found Waterworld.

4.0

[retributioning]

I should ask the same question.

[ she's hardly as nimble as natasha, but renfri isn't struggling too badly either in the dark — not least because of being used to moving in the dark. still, she moves slowly, her fingertips against the wall to anchor her.

at the question (and the presence of another person), renfri stops, and breathes; not quite in relief, but something like it. ]

I'm another victim of this sudden loss of light. Makes me wish for a torch right now.