MISSION 006 PT 1

[etrayamods]

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: November 8th-5th
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: It's time to build!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Gambling themes, mild violence and injury potential

⏵ build-up to the race ⏴ Aurora has organized a competitive event, unlike missions past: an all-out build-and-race derby! This mission is all about working together (or against each other) to design, construct, and customize your ride! Show some creativity, and gain a few extra points maybe - or show some grit, and get bonus points that way! Don't worry, there's always an edge of rivalry: a few twists and tricks await to keep everyone on their toes! As of November 8th, a temporary garage has been set up close to the hospital, with bays for each team. The team assignments are: TEAM ONE Dazai, Hernan Guerra, Chrollo, Vincent TEAM TWO Katsuki Bakugo, Damian Wayne (Robin), Vash the Stampede, Barnabas Tharmr TEAM THREE John Reese, Harold Finch, Chrissy Cunningham, Sam Carpenter TEAM FOUR Castiel, Dean Winchester, Junior, Kyra Vashenko-Chao TEAM FIVE Manny, Shanks, Monkey D. Luffy, Loki TEAM SIX Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Yuri Leclerc, 6, 37 TEAM SEVEN Cloud Strife, Rufus Shinra, Sleeper, Asano Rin TEAM EIGHT Deku Midoriya, Cid Telamon, Jason Todd, Gorgug Thistlespring TEAM NINE Accelerator, Timothy Drake, Trafalgar Law, Vax'ildan TEAM TEN Octavia Blake, Mal Durrish, Wanda Maximoff, Rosie Each bay is labeled with the names of those in each team, but the plaque where the team's name would be remains blank. Instead, a marker resides beside the placard: teams must choose their name, and add it themselves. Within each bay are all the parts needed to put together a vehicle on one's own. Parts and tools are clearly labeled, and a few instruction manuals for numerous different kinds of vehicles are lying about. Each team is welcome to dive right in, but there's also a twist: special parts are available - but you have to earn them! Several Companion Bots have set up shop just outside the garage, ready to hand out everything from turbo boosters to reinforced tires. However, every special part can't be bought but has to be earned. Want a top-notch engine? Maybe a late-night group watch for any shooting stars will earn you one. Want some wicked cool brakes that make handling those curves in the road significantly easier? Maybe you and a teammate will get sent on a fun scavenger hunt for special stones scattered throughout Etraya - or maybe they'll have to commit a prank on another team to get it. Sign-ups for special parts can be found HERE - let us know what your team is looking for (shielding, brakes, tires, etc) and we'll give you a task for their team to complete to earn it! Need some direction? The Companion Bots are happy to lend a hand, even if they aren't able to directly interfere! Decorate not just your vehicles, but also the bay assigned to your team. There's plenty of paint, spare parts, and props! While Aurora and the Companion Bots provide the essential parts, it's up to the teams themselves to put together their vehicles - so have fun building! Complete mini-missions for additional, special parts, which may also assist your team in winning the race itself. Or one can always sabotage other teams in order to raise their chances of winning. The world is your oyster - have fun with it! ⏵ you bet! ⏴ Not everyone is up for hands-on work; those that either choose to put their focus elsewhere, or maybe in addition to participating in the race, can also choose to participate in betting rounds. Set up in Harry's Hideaway Pub, a couple of the Companion Bots have set up a mini-casino, equipped with screens keeping an eye on the outside of the bays and facing the tracks that have yet to be completed. Here, you can place your bets on which team will finish their build first, who will get the best parts, and which car will have the most flair - or perhaps which will fall apart first once they're out on the track. The currency used here? The points one earns for participating in the world of Etraya and previous missions. Put down five, and earn back ten for being correct - or lose out on what you've given, if it goes that way. ⏵ NOTES ⏴ This is part one of our race mission! Please note the below mod-comments: Name your Team Parts Request Betting These all need to be filled out by November 14th at 4PM PST in order to be taken into consideration for the race log! If it seems as if players need a little more time, we will delay the race log out to November 20th to give more time to engage with the beginning part of this mission. Please direct all questions to our plotting post! ⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

Comments

hi; i expect nothing but anyway here's some arts and crafts | open

[banworthy]

[ For reasons, Vincent decides to make the badges for his team's little mission. Granted, what he's doing is just cutting circles out of cardboard and drawing a deranged-looking rabbit on the surface with a red marker.

He notes a shadow falling in front of him, but doesn't look up to see who it is: ]

So -- [ Turning the cardboard over, he writes on the back: GREAT JOB! :) BEST TO EVER DO IT! The letters are crammed together and seems like he has poor spacing. He'll try to do better on the next one. He'll fail, but whatever. ] -- how are you?

[ingestion]

( after the chaos of arriving to a place like this, while being pulled from a chaotic situation, all heather wanted to do was relax for a bit. catch her breath if she could because she knew that if she didn't give herself a break from it all, the sadness and anxiety that came with her trauma would catch up to her. so for an event like this, that apparently was normal and relaxing for others, was perfect for her to just sit out of. she had been at the pub, observing for once, enjoying the free drinks that seemed to be normal for once.

it wasn't until she saw vincent and his team, that she became a bit curious. to see him collaborate with others and actually be part of something greater than himself was a sight to see. it almost normalized the man for her.

of course how normal could he truly be? it was something she thought about as she finally approached him and saw what he had been doing. this was certainly...

strange. )

Um...I'm fine. Are you okay?

( the drawing is disturbing on its own, but to see him making arts and crafts was....truly bizarre. )

It's a little late for Halloween decorations. Unless, why are you drawing Robbie like that?

[banworthy]

Peachy. [ He flicks his head up, looking over the rims of his glasses to her face. ] Just a little duty I took on to get better materials for the car.

[ A snide comment rolls up his throat. She might be able to tell - how he straightens how he sits, how he tilts his head, how he pauses to open his mouth as he contemplates how best he can ruin the mood.

But instead of saying what he's thinking, he relents.

His fingers quest out another piece of cardboard to cut into circles. They're not the best. Some circles are bigger and better than others. He'll consider those "higher-grade" badges. ]

Why don't you sit? Better yet - why don't you help me?

[ingestion]

( the more they interacted, and the more she learned about him, the more she began to question her own sanity. back home she didn't much care for any run ins with him, because even if they were useful in finding out more information, his attitude always seemed to put her at unease.

it was also becoming more evident how she could seemingly predict his change in mood. seeing his posture change, mouth open, and the way the words nearly slipped out seemed to put her in a defensive position. then he said something else instead, something that seemed to surprise her in the end. )

Sure, I'll help you.

( she sat down and took a look at what he was working on and with. heather couldn't say she was surprised, but it seemed he wasn't that great of an artist. )

I'll try and make these look somewhat presentable. So having fun Vincent? Or are you still working on gathering that information we talked about?

[banworthy]

Thanks. I appreciate it.

[ Involuntarily, the tip of his tongue slips out of his mouth as he cuts another circle out of cardboard. His eyes roll up as he seems to feel the wetness on the top of his lip and pulls his tongue back in. Scratching the side of his face, he looks over the poorly cut circle before the marker is set on the surface. ]

Didn't know you were an artist. [ Said with some cheer. ] It's all right. [ A teasing remark back. ] I'm still working on that - don't you worry. I'm afraid I haven't quite got the answer that I'm looking for, but I'll share with you what I've found all the same.

You're a smart girl, Heather. Two heads are better than one in this situation.

[ingestion]

( while normally she would have gone straight to work on the task at hand, she couldn't help but watch him as he went about cutting the cardboard in the most curious manner ever-

all she could really think was, 'was he always like this?' as she realized she truly didn't know him. they were brought here almost seemingly as a pair despite the fact that she came later, and yet she barely knew him. she mourned for him briefly yes, but this was truly strange for her.

it wasn't until he spoke once more that she seemed to 'snap' out of it. )

I'm better than you at least.

( her tone was softer now, almost teasing. seeing him like this put her somewhat at ease but really, she knew he could verbally strike at any moment. )

Right, right. I guess we came to the same answers in the end, because so far it seems no one here cares about those kinds of crimes, much less Echo. The only one who seemed truly bothered was the victim.

[banworthy]

Heh.

[ It's more like a noise that comes out of his nose in response to her saying that she's better than him. ]

Indeed, it seems like no one cares except the victim. I wonder how that must be for Samil. [ The marker screeches across the cardboard. ] To suffer and have to worry about exacting justice on his own. [ He lifts the marker. ] Maybe I should offer him an alternative.

[ The idea of recreating the Order where he is an idle thought and comment. He doesn't have any supernatural abilities to do anything. However, solace might still be an option for those seeking it. Maybe it isn't a terrible idea.

His lips press together in thought as he draws bunny ears. ]

Although, he's already admitted to not being a faithful half-breed.

[ Flicking his marker toward Heather, he adds: ] And what were you able to weasel out of him?

cw: cannibalism mentions

[ingestion]

Offer him an alternative?

( she wasn't quite buying his sympathy for samil [even she didn't know how to feel about it without self-imposing her own trauma from having consumed his flesh], but it wasn't until he said those words that she had to speak up.

she wasn't a mind-reader, but anyone with her experience and knowledge of vincent would immediately deduce what he was referring to. she wasn't aware of how the order could be brought here or what exactly vincent could do here, but she knew she had to keep him from recruiting people.

heather just wasn't sure how to go about it. so for now, his following words brought some comfort to her. she was glad to know samil wasn't persuaded. )

I doubt you're going to find anyone here who is interested in following your teachings.

( she won't threaten him for now, instead opting to reach for a pair of scissors near him. )

Not much, he plans on getting revenge but the details are still in progress. I'm not even sure how the whole thing came about, but he said it happened because he thought he could take on Hannibal by himself.

[banworthy]

Ah, you say that, but -- [ The marker squeals as he colors in the black, beady eyes of Robbie. ] -- everybody needs some sort of comfort.

[ He chuckles before holding the badge a little away from his face. Clicking his tongue, he comes to the conclusion he was not destined to be an artist. ]

It's a real shame. [ Vincent supposes drawing out ritual symbols is much different than drawing out cartoon rabbits, but he still feels mildly vexed about it. ]

I wonder if that means that Hannibal is also special. [ Turning the badge over, he starts to scribble his congratulatory message on the back. ] When you say take on Hannibal himself, do you mean that he felt something was off and decided to kill him on his own? [ If it was self-defense, maybe his theory about morality is correct. So long as a person doesn't feel wrong about what they did, there's no sin. ]

[ingestion]

I don't think he wants any kind of comfort at all really.

( whether religious or some kind of moral support. she hadn't really tried to comfort him per say, beyond the usual apologies because she felt it wasn't her place to do so.

still, she isn't going to confront vincent much more about his religious ideas here- unless he pushed the topic and she needed to put him in his place. for now she followed suit, cutting up one of the pieces of cardboard as a badge as he went along with his own piece. )

I guess? Samil just said he generally doesn't hurt people if he can avoid it...apparently he baited Hannibal into stabbing him and then he told me if someone stabs me, always stab them back.

I guess Hannibal is a cannibal or something, I don't see why he had to feed him to us otherwise aside from it being a weird fetish too.

cw: cannibalism talk, and being a jerk

[banworthy]

And that is a real shame.

[ But he decides to leave that as is, for now.

His jaw works back and forth absentmindedly as he cuts another lopsided circle. He scrunches his face up and sighs. ] Honestly, drawing ritual circles is much easier than this task. [ He pauses to scratch his eyebrow with the end of the marker. ] Maybe it's something to do with repetition.

[ He lifts one shoulder. ] Isn't that anyone? Anyone normal, I mean. [ A beat. ] Anyway, what a strange series of events. One could say that was his own fault, hm? [ But hm. ] Can we call him a cannibal? I mean, Samil isn't a human, right? Just half-human.

vincent being a jerk? *gasp*

[ingestion]

( there's a small part of her that wants to call out his sloppy craftsmanship, to comment on how poor it is and how he could do a better job.

yet the mood was far from being jovial. they were discussing a serious topic at hand, and while she played along for the sake of trying to work together to keep their world safe, things were becoming difficult and tenuous for her.

it was then when he spoke and seemed to blame samil, that her expression became tense and she stopped her own work. )

Are you blaming Samil for what happened? and who cares what he is, he still has a human side. We were fed flesh from someone who can think, breathe, feel emotions. That doesn't bother you at all?

( she had her own theories and thoughts on hannibal, and while it was true that she couldn't quite confirm his preference for human meat, she felt something was off about him. )

news at 11!!!!

[banworthy]

If he's inciting an incident so that you have reason to stab someone, I'd say that's his fault. He just wanted to be without blame and prove someone was a psychopath.

[ Vincent doesn't stop working even though Heather has. He sets another poorly-made badge to the side before he picks up the cardboard to start cutting circles in it. ]

I think it'll be faster if I just make the circles first instead of stopping each time to decorate. [ While he may be talking mostly to himself, he shares his thought process with Heather all the same. The sound of cardboard being cut fills the silence as he thinks about his answer. ]

I already told you it bothers me, but I find the implications and meaning behind the actions to be much more significant than the fact we ate someone. [ He frowns as he holds up the skeleton that's left of the cardboard - it has a lot of holes in it and none of them are uniform. ]

Ah, well. [ He tosses the piece to the side and picks up a circle instead. ]

[ingestion]

Do you always have to be so logical about everything? Not everything needs to be dissected and analyzed by you.

( regardless of who started what, and what the end result ended up being, heather didn't feel like blaming that man for what happened to him. no one deserved to be murdered and have their body served to others without their consent.

whatever theories vincent had and the implications behind it should be left aside. yet as they sat here and spoke, heather couldn't help but realize maybe she cared more about this than she should because of something else that had happened-

still fresh on her mind, the death of her father. with a soft sigh, she shook her head, deciding it was best to just let this go. she wasn't going to get anywhere with vincent it seemed. )

Maybe you should have used some math to calculate the amount of circles you can get out of this?

( idly, she picked up the piece he tossed to the side, taking a look at it. )

[banworthy]

But why not? It's a saner way of doing things, Heather.

[ In the back of his throat, he has a few things that he wants to say. But the words stick there rather than come out. Objectively speaking, he's quite sane; he's remained sane despite everything. It's some wisdom that he wants to impart to her, but judging by her expression, she isn't ready to hear it. ]

Maybe I should.

[ He chimes in response as he looks at the piece that he discarded that she's holding. Clicking his tongue, he thinks maybe one more could be made. Is she being serious? Probably not. Looking for a way to switch topics? Most likely.

But he thinks it's best to carry on like he knows nothing, even though she knows better. ]

You might be able to get a small one out of that.

[ingestion]

( perhaps if he had worked harder at having a more balanced relationship with her, she would be more open to his 'words of wisdom'. as it stood now, she didn't quite dislike him as much as she once did, but he seemed to still push all the wrong buttons. she was quick to anger, hot-headed at times even, and vincent had seen that before. it was best to just let her be for now. )

I'll give it a try, I guess.

( she shook her head a bit as she observed the discarded piece, spotting a small spot where she could cut around to make a circle. she reached for the scissors once more and got to work. unlike vincent, she mostly kept her expression still before returning back to what he had been saying. )

Sane or not, that's all the information I could really gather. I think I'm going to try speaking to Hannibal myself-

and don't worry. I'm not stupid enough to outright ask him if he's into eating people or not. I actually wanted to ask him about that painting he has...

[banworthy]

[ Vincent does twist his head as soon as she says she's going to speak to Hannibal. He frowns a little before pinching his chin in thought. His eyes darken as he wonders if things fall apart she might kill him on her own.

He tilts his head the other way. But Hannibal looks like a person - or does he? He's done something monstrous -- ]

Can you still think of him as a human being?

[ A slight pause. ] And what painting are you talking about? What's got you so interested in it?

cw: sexual themes

[ingestion]

( heather wasn't completely stupid enough to try and take on hannibal on her own by any means, but if push came to shove and she had a weapon at hand...

who knew what her rage might prompt her to do. she tried to think of herself as someone level headed but even claudia managed to bring out the worst in her. )

I'm not really sure...he does seem otherworldly.

( truthfully she was afraid of him. when she ran into him at the party, all it took was a glance from his cold and calculating eyes and she was frozen to the spot. he reminded her of vincent, of the order, and worst of all of all the monsters that creeped around in the other world. yet she was strong enough to have spoken to him and now possibly seek him out once more. )

Lida and the swan. You saw it too, didn't you? I know it's suppose to be romantic or maybe not considering what Zeus did to some of those women but.....to me it almost seemed like a warning.

Like....the person who owns it may just devour you up.

cw: cannibalism

[banworthy]

Fair enough.

[ He picks up another poorly cut-out circle to start with writing positive words on the back of it instead of drawing the rabbit first. ]

Yes, I did. [ Vincent does tip his head up, rolling his eyes around, to indicate that he's searching his memory. It's drama where there doesn't need to be any. His head drops back down as he continues to work. ] Does that worry you?

Well, he did say that he eats all the rabbits that he catches. [ Holding the badge up, he tilts it to the side. ] I consider that a relief, though. Said so as much to him, too. Not sure how he took it, but -- [ The corner of his lip curls down in a frown. ]

-- don't get eaten, okay?

[ingestion]

( although they're having a serious discussion and heather is feeling rather disturbed by remembering that night, she can't help but stare a little more closely at what vincent was doing.

positive words? that was certainly bizarre. )

Uh right....

( for now she decided to put a pin on her feelings about that artwork and how she felt about hannibal in that moment. she didn't need vincent to have something else to taunt her with.

she finished up her own badge before holding it before vincent. )

You aren't really expecting me to draw Robbie all bloodied up on this, are you?

[banworthy]

[ Well, he's said what he could about it.

Still, he does hope Hannibal tests Heather. Morbid curiosity gets the better of him if she will let herself fall back into being Alessa. He draws a little smiley face underneath his encouraging words.

What is it you told me? You are her. There is no 'us' but 'you,' right?

He shifts to look at what she's done. ]

It's part of his charm, isn't it? Cutie point or whatever?

[ingestion]

( for a moment she was about to draw what he had requested, but soon the badge he had been working on is noticed by her. for the first time in the longest, she actually moved closer to him to see what it said before it was clear to her.

with a sigh and a forceful roll of her eyes, she tossed the badge she was working on aside. )

First of all, don't ever say the word 'cutie' again. Secondly, I said what I said. You think we're some kind of divided force but I am her, and she is me.

( she rose up from her seat, her hands resting on the table as she gave him a stern look. )

Get it through your thick skull or I will do it for you. Okay?

[banworthy]

That's up for debate.

[ Is what he mutters when she says that he can't say the word "cutie," again.

He holds his hands up immediately - dropping both badge and pen - in an attempt to soothe hurt feelings. ]

Right - right. [ Vincent does pause to see the marker did leave a red line on his pants when he dropped it unceremoniously, but keeps his hands raised. ] I got it. I got it. [ He repeats himself over and over, but it seems to be the right thing to do.

As nonchalant as his thoughts may be, he does have some level of fear.

He isn't completely psychotic or suicidal. However, Heather - Alessa - are and is a teenage girl. She wants to live that way and so, there is a level of safety in that, too. ]

Want me to make you a new badge? Something cheerier?

[ingestion]

( fortunately for vincent his attempts were successful enough-

in that she was now viewing him in a rather mocking manner. the way the marker fell and stained his pants, the way he relented to her requests. it was rather amusing having the upper hand for once [in her mind at least].

to his question though, all she could do was scoff and wave her hand. )

I think I'll pass. I should get going, I have free drinks waiting for me at the pub anyways.

[banworthy]

Drinks at the pub? Well, have fun.

[ He clicks his tongue as he looks at the red markings on his pants. ]

Not sure if you wanted me to tell you that you shouldn't, but -- [ Shaking his head, he continues: ] -- make a few more friends. The people here are surprisingly friendly even if I don't like any of them.

[ And he leans down to pick up the marker. ]