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∎ ETRAYA MODS ∎ ([personal profile] etrayamods) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2024-11-22 06:27 pm

November Mingle

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: November 22nd - Early December
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, and an unexpected guest!
NOTES\WARNINGS: N/A, please note any needed warnings in threads.



⏵ arrival ⏴

Welcome to Etraya!

Arrival goes as expected - or it would, except it is not just Aurora that greets the newcomers as they arrive. Certainly they receive their earpiece so they can communicate with one another as those before them have, however there is what seems to be a woman waiting for them that is of a more flesh and blood persuasion as they leave the hospital. She carries an air about her that isn't quite like the newcomers themselves, but she is decidedly not one of the companion bots, nor Aurora.

She has bone-straight blonde hair reaching past her shoulders, with a straight-cut fringe hanging above her eyes. The black dress that ends just before her mid-thighs also has a rather revealing neckline, though the sleeves which cover her arms almost feel like a mockery of modesty considering the rest. She is also wearing black stockings and black pumps, and the red of her lipstick is striking against the extreme contrast in shades she otherwise holds.

As each newcomer independently files out of the hospital, she makes certain to garner their individual attention, either with a wave of her hand, a wiggle of her fingers, or directly calling them over. She is persistent, and with being so new, it is wise to heed her. Not that anyone can force one to, if they choose to walk away, nor does she seem interested in trying to, but she has her means for those proving stubborn.

However, those who aren't...

“Hey! I know you’re not just walking past me. I’ve got- you know, plot relevant, written all over me. I picked this dress out just for you, you know?’

“C’mere, listen up. Mama’s got a little bit of homework for you, but it’s gonna help you, too, okay? I need you to go find the hot goss, the piping hot tea on the street for me. Find out what everyone’s saying about the people we’re stuck with, okay? People are a lot more relaxed and honest when they talk about others, right? This is about efficiency.

Efficiency, honey.

Don’t worry, I’ll be in the trenches, too. But make sure you come find me again. I’ll be around here, okay? I know you’re as confused as I am. Well no. I’m much less confused than you are. But if you can tell me about the people here, I’ll tell you more about where you are and what this is about.”


For those who ignored her, or those not newly arrived, they will receive a message through their earpiece:

“Girl. Hey. Listen. I’m kind of in a pinch, okay? I need like… a little favor. But its a fun favor! I need you to get your girl some info. I need the word on the street, honey. I need the tea piping hot- I need you to go talk to your friends, enemies, frenemies, butt buddies, cousins, and have them tell you about anyone they know. I need straight facts and good gossip on everyone here. And then get back to me. Kisses.

And this isn’t something for nothing. If you bring me some good goss, you’ll get some good info in turn about your whole situation. Cause that’s what you’re missing most besides home, right? Context.”




⏵ spill the tea ⏴



Tatianna having now tasked everyone (new and old) with finding out more about their fellow inhabitants—if not for their sake, for her curiosity—and in exchange she will give them valuable information that may aid them with acclimating here, or something far more valuable depending on how hot the goss is! However, she will not just hand out her secrets so easily, and so she will need one piece of gossip about each inhabitant. So she expects everyone to get mingling and talking, she isn't a charity here!

To assist in this, the companion bots have set up cozy little wicker daybeds around the main hub of the city. All of which are suspiciously cozy and warm once you have sat down on them, but especially so with the accompanying aroma of the tea wafting from the kettle which rests on the center table, accompanied by sweetmeats. The tea itself also stays warm despite the cool autumn air, and so long as you stay within the daybeds, the biting chill won't reach you either.

However, the tea is not only perpetually the right temperature, but it seems to have a way of loosening one's tongue. Especially the more one imbibes it. Did you mean to share that secret that might not have been yours to begin with? Or that personal detail about your best friend that wasn't meant to be known by anyone but who they themselves have told? Probably not, but the cat is out of the bag now, isn't it? Well, hopefully word won't get around...after all, it isn't likely who you are talking is going to tell everyone else, right? Right?

Adding to the oddity of it all, the tea one drinks might not be the same tea that their companion is drinking, despite it pouring from the same kettle. What might be one person's earl grey, is another's pumpkin spice chai. Whatever it may be that pours out, it certainly seems to be to one's liking, or its closest approximation. There's probably some deeper meaning in that, some sort of symbolism one might surmise from the nature of sharing gossip and it being tainted by personal bias, but who cares about navel gazing about such a thing?

After all, this is meant to be an enjoyable endeavor! Getting to know your fellow inhabitant should feel as comfortable as catching up with an old friend. What better way than to do it by sharing tea you both will enjoy? ☕


⏵ close knit ⏴


As the tail end of November draws nearer, people will have already begun to see the first flakes of snow. It grows colder, and while there isn't quite a blizzard or a snow storm happening, the snow does not seem to let up with its descent. It doesn't quite get so cold that it is untenable, of course, but it would be advisable to bundle up! In fact, the companion bots seem to be on the case with assisting in just that!

Around the city people will find groups of companion bots busily knitting sweaters, scarves, gloves, hats, and so forth. In fact, the moment they see someone they clock as not quite bundled enough, they will insist on supplying them with whatever they deem as being without. Are you already wearing a scarf? Well, clearly you need two of them! How about the gloves? Couldn't hurt to have several pairs!

However, that isn't all that's available to people, after all there are cafes out and about where one might get a hot beverage to help fight off the cold, but for those less inclined for such establishments, the companion bots are here to serve! There is at least one companion bot per knitting group that seems to have hot cocoa on hand. If they see someone who is looking particularly cold (almost everyone is, the companion bots aren't particularly keen on the signs of successful temperature regulation), they will have a paper cup of hot cocoa imposed upon them that has their name on the side.

Or, sort of. It is at least a close approximation of their name, or maybe it is an alternate spelling? Really, who can blame the bots for getting confused, there are so many of you!


⏵ snow more games ⏴


The snow is here to stay, but that doesn't mean that it has to be a bad thing! With everyone well supplied in their winter garb, the companion bots have set up spots for fun activities! Perhaps the inhabitants would enjoy a fun snowball fight, or some sledding? Some of the waters have frozen over, so ice skating is always a possibility too. Though one might want to be careful if they are to venture past what the companion bots have marked as safe.

Some of the companion bots are trying their best at making a snowman, but all their efforts seem to come out rather...square. They're trying their best, but maybe they can learn by following the inhabitant's examples. There are others that will offer gold star stickers to those who seem to dominate in the snowball fights, but unfortunately the stickers don't stick too well with all the snow. Well, they tried!

People will still find bots out and about with nice warm beverages available to fight off the cold, too. That service will continue to be available for the foreseeable future. Similarly, if someone comes out who is a little too under-dressed for the weather, the bots might have to pick up those knitting needles again, so be sure to put on your winter clothes..!



⏵ NOTES ⏴


To report information to Tatianna, do so here! She will only give each person their rewarded information once she has a bit of information on each character in the game. Each bit of gossip does not require a thread to count though it should be IC knowledge gained through IC means. Try to check what gossip has been given to her already, because doubling up will not yield results! Good luck!

For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

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redsquares: (🟥 044)

[personal profile] redsquares 2024-11-25 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Is it James' turn to speak a little more openly about what happened thanks to the magic of gossip tea? It remains to be seen — he always would have spoken about this part, in a general sense, to anyone who asked.]

I was visiting a town that changed itself depending on... someone's inner fears. It was like hell, trying to survive. There were monsters everywhere.

[No magic, technically, but definitely something supernatural and spooky at play.]
reapoman: (💀 067)

[personal profile] reapoman 2024-11-25 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn.

[ Even Ivan's got to admit that's a new one, but maybe not something totally out of the realm of possibility. He's learned that a lot of the cosmic forces in the universe have a sense of irony, if not an outright sense of humor. ]

Did you make it out?
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heather mason — silent hill 3 — ota

[personal profile] ingestion 2024-11-25 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
— spill the tea
( after the last few events involving food and their questionable effects on heather [physically and mentally], she was more wary of engaging in any kind of behavior that involved consuming anything set up by the bots. yet even she couldn't resist the draw of the warm and comforting daybeds.

it had been a long time since she just relaxed and sat on something so comfortable. in fact she hadn't realized it, but her body had been tensed up and full of stress for a while now. so unlike others who immediately went towards drinking the tea and spilling it, the wafting scent of it brought a comfort to her. so much so, that she actually fell asleep on her side of it.

she remained like this, snoozing away until she felt the soft touch of a hand and a voice calling to her. finally she rose up, rubbing her eyes until the skin around it turned a soft red. )


Huh? Oh-

Sorry didn't mean to just doze off there.


— close knit
( much like others who had arrived here, heather had been pulled in with a questionable outfit at best. most around her had seen her out and about in her usual outfit that seemed to protect some parts of her while leaving others painfully exposed. it was a sentiment the bots felt because while they had been knitting away basic things for others, they seemed to swarm her the moment she stepped out into the center area of the city. with a fast breeze and a whirlwind twirl or two, she was soon covered head to toe in green and orange themed cape and other warm items, a cup of hot coffee shoved into her hand.

if anyone had been watching, they would see just how confused and perplexed she looked, standing around like a small lost child. it was only when she looked at the side of the cup that she appeared to look annoyed, yelling out at the bots. )


My name is Heather!! H-E-A-T-H-E-R. Geez....

( the side of the cup said 'cherylther mansion')


— snow more games
( at this point heather was finally growing weary of being out and about in the cold, and while she appreciated the new warm clothes and accessories provided to her by the bots, she found it difficult to walk around and see in them, with a large beanie covering her short blonde hair.

as she began to make her way back to the apartments, she felt a large ball of snow hit her in the back of the head, causing her to fall forward. with a heavy huff of anger, she reached for the snow in front of her and formed a large, thick ball of snow.

heather immediately turned around and threw the ball, using all the force in her body to get back at the person who launched that first attack at her. only it seemed it ended up hitting a complete stranger square in the face. based on their reaction, heather immediately knew she had screwed up.

without a second thought, she scrambled from the ground and ran towards the stranger, nearly skidding on the ground. finally she stood before them with an extremely apologetic expression. )


Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I thought you had been the one to throw that other snowball at me!


— wildcard
( if none of these prompts work for you, please feel free to respond with your own or message me for a closed prompt (pinkwestwood @ discord or [plurk.com profile] pinktini)
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[personal profile] redsquares 2024-11-25 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It took a few tries.

[His brows scrunch as they walk. There's something odd about that statement to him, even if he was the one who spoke it. Like it doesn't quite slot into his mind the way it should — did it take a few tries? No, it only took one, though maybe it felt like he was stuck there forever.

He sets the thought aside, scrubbing at his face briefly with a mitten-covered hand.]


But... yeah. Almost didn't. [Make it out alive — in more ways than one. He definitely feels no need to bring that up, tea or otherwise.] And then I get rewarded with being here. At least I'm not the only one.
Edited 2024-11-25 22:29 (UTC)
messenger: neutral, speaking, far shot (❝ trying to drive you into the ground ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-25 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ funny, but — whether vincent realizes it or not, he's struck rather close to the truth. there really is no paradise for angels. unlike humans, they cease to exist when they die. but castiel he lets him speak rather than interjecting, raising both eyebrows high at the admission, before quirking one wryly in the face of their given task. (it may be gossip clearly meant to flatter vincent, but it makes him curious regardless. or maybe he's taking that at face value...?) ]

I don't know that I'll be telling her anything, but I'll keep that in mind.

What is your denomination?

[ it's the sort of thing it seems like he should know. ]
odinpusrex: (38)

Close knit

[personal profile] odinpusrex 2024-11-25 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[As Heather scolds the bots for their inability to get anyone's name right, she will soon find herself being observed by someone who has likewise fallen victim to their misnomer tendencies.

He is...covered in a few scarves, and a beanie covers the mop one might call his hair, but he is otherwise not particularly dressed for the cold. Sure, his outfit has longer sleeves and he's got layers, but the fact a good portion of his chest is exposed showcasing a scar that hangs over his heart does fairly little to fight back the cold.

Perhaps that's why he has the paper cup that says "Barneigh" in hand, the warmth of the drink inside visible from the opening.

However, the strange and silent man seems content to watch her, saying nothing as his dark, grey eyes just fixate on her like a panther might towards that which caught its attention. Don't worry, Heather, some middle aged weird man staring at you for indiscernible reasons isn't anything to be worried about...certainly...]
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Snow more games

[personal profile] aimsforknees 2024-11-25 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ John would normally be able to dodge a snowball. If he saw it coming. Instead he's suddenly assaulted by something compact and cold right in the back of his head. It's an instant reaction to begin reaching for the gun inside his suit jacket before he realizes what just happened and relaxes. Some snow falls down the back of his collar before he can brush most of it away. His long wool overcoat isn't meant to keep snow out from that angle.

He turns to the approaching perpetrator, trying to decide if he's going to act upset or be nice about it, but after a moment he thinks he recognizes who this is: Heather Mason, based on Harold's description. And given how few people are here, he's willing to bet he's right. John puts on a smile. ]


No offense taken, Ms. Mason.

[ He's sure only Harold calls her that, and for someone her age it's probably a bit annoying, so he goes with that. She did just hit him in the head with a snowball. ]
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― spill the tea

[personal profile] ingestion 2024-11-25 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( after falling asleep on one of the wicker daybeds, heather eventually woke up and began to stumble away, a sleepy expression on her face. the cold wasn't too bothersome for her, but it did seem to physically make her feel slow and move slow. so by the time she walked past william, she seemed a bit out of it but still managed to stop when he waived out to her.

she approached, rubbing one of her eyes with a closed hand and listened to him for a bit. it took her a second to realize what he was saying, but also the fact that he was most certainly from a point in time far more ahead than she was in her world. )


Well I haven't met her before, but nothing phases me around here anymore. Apparently weird things happen every month.
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network | un: mason

[personal profile] ingestion 2024-11-25 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I think they mean gossip.

although I wonder what would happen if you just lied. made stuff up.
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— snowball fight

[personal profile] ingestion 2024-11-25 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( when tommy spoke up and complained about their predicament here, heather had been standing nearby, struggling to move in the overwhelming amount of knitwear she had gotten from the bots.

so unable to leave or really do much herself at the moment, she decided to answer. his frustration spoke to her after all-

and while she did wish to go home, she also didn't quite have a good world to go home to. )


I doubt they're that generous, and I don't think Echo is eager to let anyone leave just yet.
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— close-knit

[personal profile] ingestion 2024-11-25 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( much like maria, heather had also been bombarded with an array of free knit-wear. surprisingly the bots actually kept her color-scheme, fitting her in orange and green items like scarves, beanies, and an entire dressmade of yarn. the only problem was, she was pretty much trapped in it, moving around like a mummy.

it was when she heard maria's voice, that heather turned towards it and began to waddle out towards the other, offering a bright smile in between the layers on her. )


Maria!

( she called out, waving her hand and coming in closer. her reaction to the cup, stomping it out, just made the younger girl laugh. )

Yeah they got my name wrong too, and to be honest I'm glad you didn't drink that.
messenger: looking down, lips pressed, melancholy (❝ and i'm the worst mistake ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-25 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
There's an... angel in your van?

[ what.

but, uh. curious as he may be, he's meant to be the one sharing his experiences, isn't he? he gives gorgug an odd look, like he suspects he might have misheard, and then carries on. ]


But I'm sure you're right. We're all here, after all.

[ he shrugs, making a halfhearted gesture to encompass the whole of etraya. ]
levelshift: (be quiet)

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-11-25 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's just... going to leave his choker in esper mode. She looks pissed and he doesn't want to eat a snowball to the face.]

Snow is snow! It doesn't matter what shape it's in!
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screaming

[personal profile] ingestion 2024-11-25 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
( while slightly miffed at the incorrect name on the cup, she took a look down at it to actually see what was in it. it appeared to be hot chocolate, aromatic and drawing her in, but she knew better than to just drink it.

it was then that she felt a pair of eyes on her, causing her to lift her head up a bit to look around and see where that sensation was coming from. it was then, when she fully turned around that her eyes locked with barnabas' own and she smiled a bit.

oh...he wasn't smiling back at her, and he had a suspicious looking scar on his chest. he was also just staring. for a moment she glanced around nervously to see if anyone else had noticed this, but it truly seemed to be just the two of them in this moment. )


Um....can I help you?

( she called out, unsure if she should be running now or not. )
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[personal profile] nobraincell 2024-11-25 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't see personalities...so if they want to be recognized, they should probably decorate.

[A perfectly logical conclusion!]

Do they want to be recognized?
levelshift: <user name=patch-robots site=livejournal.com> (nope NOPE)

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-11-25 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head.]

No, I can use it on the atmosphere. I'd just be manipulating the molecules that make it up, like oxygen and shit.
ingestion: (Default)

[personal profile] ingestion 2024-11-25 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( she truly feels terrible about this, unsure of how to make up for what happened but it was there when john spoke her name, that she seemed stumped for a moment.

had she met this man before and just didn't remember? maybe he recognized her from somewhere, or at worst, vincent was out here speaking poorly of her. )


Oh um....you can just call me Heather?

( she wasn't annoyed per say, but she did seem rather perplexed. )

I don't think I quite....know yours?
unaliveyourself: (pic#17481386)

[personal profile] unaliveyourself 2024-11-25 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmm, maybe I am~

[He does not look at all caught out or perturbed by this observation.]

Oooor maybe I'm just encouraging others to make poor decisions to give my own universe a leg up? Who's to say!
aimsforknees: (14 (f))

[personal profile] aimsforknees 2024-11-26 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's the kind of reaction he was going for. Though maybe he shouldn't be antagonizing Harold's... well, he's not entirely sure what to call their relationship, but Harold clearly cares for her. Even if she did hit him with a snowball. ]

You can call me John, I'm Finch's friend.

[ Harold has already introduced him as "friend" so he's spared from using the ambiguous "partner" which he still feels raises too many questions. ]
levelshift: (argleblargle)

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-11-26 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Accelerator doesn't move from the spot where he tapped his foot, making zero attempt to help or find cover or anything. He doesn't see the point, since he's now in esper mode his reflection is up.]

It wasn't enough snow to kill someone!

[He's pissed, but he isn't going to kill someone for throwing a snowball. That would be extreme. He calculated for that wave to be non-deadly instead, which he considers to be a lot of restraint on his part.]
odinpusrex: (191)

Heather escapes one cult only to be found by the leader of another...

[personal profile] odinpusrex 2024-11-26 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[At being addressed, there does not seem to be the slightest bit of shame in his features in being "caught" staring at her. His expression as aloof and stoic as it proved itself to be just moments prior. Nor does he make any move to drink from his cup, he merely holds it like a prop.]

Not at all.

[His voice is light, yet deep, and he speaks with a Scandinavian accent. However, despite his denial, he doesn't stop staring at her as if she's some curious thing to be scrutinized.]
levindicated: (14)

Spill the tea

[personal profile] levindicated 2024-11-26 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Cid, with cup in hand calling him “Cud”, comes round and takes note of her with a small bit of alarm. While the average resident is a fairly good person, the fact that there was a cannabalism incident in recent memory gives him pause.]

[He sits with her, trying to not… feel things about it all. His voice is deep and rich, with a Yorkshire accent.]

It’s not me you should be apologizing to. [He scratches his chin and sighs.] I know they’ve made it comfy around here, but it’s best not to let down your guard when you’re alone in public, eh?

[He can’t help but lightly scold her. How old is she? He’d wager midteens at least. He gives her a soft look all the same.]

What’s your name, lass?
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kidnappered: (annoyed | surprise)

[personal profile] kidnappered 2024-11-26 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Of course it hasn't.

[Why would it? He was literally stabbed just a moment ago! But then...but then...something niggled at the back of his mind.]

The next time you throw me off a cliff?

[He's annoyed, okay? And also kind of confused! Did Chu Wenshan mean he'd make sure Ouyang Duyu died next time? But then why apologize!

But also...but also...

Suddenly it clicked what was wrong. He stepped closer again, suddenly reaching for Chu Wenshan's wrist.]


You were having a qi deviation. [He needed to feel for a pulse because he had a suspicion.] When did you remember everything?
messenger: brows raised, speaking (❝ knows what hes talking abt ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-26 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ it's strange to him that he's here, too. it says something about their captors. ]

Are you wearing a vessel?

[ some reapers don't need to, after all. and all these worlds, they're different. ]
messenger: neutral, looking aside (❝ sparks flying ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-11-26 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ castiel isn't exactly surprised. but, yes, perplexed. they devote their energy to such odd things, don't they, despite having these capabilities. what castiel wonders is where their limit lies. what's being hidden from them? they all must know quite a lot isn't being said.

and where are the tea leaves? he'd like to bring some back to the bunker. ]


I'm an angel.

[ he'll elaborate, if asked, but he doesn't always need to. baranbas is utterly bizarre on the senses. not quite grating— but his fur is being brushed backward, and it's making him a bit antsy. very few good things come from that kind of void. he has to remind himself: these worlds are all different. the rules aren't the same. ]