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Entry tags:
- !mingle log,
- arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- batman wfa: jason todd,
- bungo stray dogs: osamu dazai,
- detroit become human: hank anderson,
- dimension 20: gorgug thistlespring,
- final fantasy xvi: barnabas tharmr,
- final fantasy xvi: cidolfus telamon,
- have you seen my brother: chu wenshan,
- have you seen my brother: ouyang duyu,
- ice age: manny,
- mcu: eddie brock,
- person of interest: harold finch,
- silent hill 2: maria,
- silent hill 3: heather mason,
- the walking dead: brandon carver,
- ✘ blade of the immortal: asano rin,
- ✘ final space: little cato,
- ✘ hannibal: will graham,
- ✘ magic knight rayearth: hikaru shidou,
- ✘ original: ivan niklaus,
- ✘ silent hill 2: james sunderland
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.
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?’ 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.  ⏵ 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..! 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. |
most welcome!!!
[ He tilts his head so that he can look properly at Chrollo's face. ]
I'm a disappointing person and I have something I need done.
bless your soul
(well. he so hopes that it is like that now, even if that had been broken a few years ago. they should all be onboard and headed to the dark continent, with or without chrollo, with an interim leader in charge. smooth sailing, or so he hopes.
he touches the tattoo that sits on his face. he's the head, you see.)
Which is what, exactly? Perhaps I'm able to lend a hand.
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[ Vincent notes the way that Chrollo touched his forehead; he understands. He's the head, hm. How nice.
He tilts his head back yet again. ]
See? It is pride.
[ He flicks his index finger in his direction. ]
I need to kill God. [ He blinks. ]
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(at some point, the meaning fused and blended and now, it's hard to put it into something cohesive. it's something all 13 of them have felt, and the ones who live feel, but how to explain it to someone who was never there to begin with? he has that issue in his world due to his origins being obscure, it worsens here.)
We were made to do the opposite. I cannot turn my back on it - I am a part of it like any other.
(but that one is actually very, very interesting. so far, there has been very little reaction from him, but that one manages to bring a tilt and a frown from him.)
... I assume this is in your world. I have no way of helping.
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[ To Vincent, it sounds far too complicated. Or rather, it seems like a way to brainwash oneself into thinking they have no pride or worth because it's for others. His eyes tilt up as he supposes it's much like being an average member of the Order.
Yes, he has enough self-awareness and critical thinking skills to recognize how most members of the Order are treated. He just lacks the means to see his own faults, as well, and how he's equally indoctrinated into how things are. People worship in different ways, and while they may have lost their pride and consciousness of self; they are serving God, so it's fine. It's fine. ]
Yes, so don't worry about it.
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(and on top of chrollo's lack of self-understanding, it's largely because of the lack of knowledge that they have about the spider in this place. back home, the mere name would be enough to make a person tremble, and here, it means nothing.
so far. perhaps when he starts acting upon the spider's will, it might become clearer.)
You will not just drop it at that, though. Why kill God? Can you?
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[ He says it like a question but is willing to leave it at that, as well. ]
God has been forced out of Heaven. [ Lifting his hand up, he drops his hand down to illustrate his point. ] No, rather... God has been forced into a vessel of flesh. She's not herself and is most likely driven insane by the one who put her there.
[ A beat. ] She's flesh and blood... she can die but her divinity will remain. The process of killing would be all but impossible for me. I've also already died, so I can't be certain I'll even be able to stop it if I return.
I may just be a corpse, which means we need divine intervention. [ He points up. ] From another universe to save her from herself.
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(and vincent thinks chrollo's stuff is complicated! it's not what he expected to hear, and heather has never said a single thing about all this to him as of now. how is she involved? but he won't ask. he'll ask her directly, when he has the chance to. it makes much more sense than to out her - he might find vincent pleasant, but even chrollo himself can be the most pleasant, charming person if he has to. it's not that hard.
this is awfully interesting.)
... I see. Is nobody on your side who may pick up your work? ... I do not think Echo will be interested in helping you out, if I am honest.
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[ Vincent wonders how those crimes will look.
He lightly pats his mouth with his hand; he's not sure why he's being so honest about matters of the heart, but it seems they both are sharing more than they want. It's a fair trade all things considered. ]
Not right now, there isn't. [ A beat. ] That's why I said don't worry about it. I'll force her to intervene if it comes down to it. [ Because divine intervention can look like armaggedon to others. ]
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(a massacre, a theft, something interesting - so far, he doesn't know enough to know exactly where to go. whatever he targets, it must be something dear to echo and aurora, or else, it would fall flat. to be decided.)
And your plan to do that? Should I not worry about it?
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[ Vincent is a contradictory person.
He dislikes good people because he feels looked down upon by them. He dislikes bad people because they make life harder for "the good." He dislikes straightforward people because they can't communicate well despite their honest nature. He dislikes cowardly, passive people because they force others to handle things for them.
However much he dislikes all these sorts of people, he still sees them as investments and doesn't want to judge them unless they judge him first. ]
You shouldn't because it doesn't involve your world or you.
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It might, if you do it here. If it serves me.
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[ Vincent kicks some snow - it falls in a puff of white and makes his ankles and lower half of his legs cold. ]
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(... sir, you're about to freeze your feet. are you aware that you are freezing your feet?)
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[ Armageddon and divine intervention sometimes look very much the same. God has to die; it may mean that his whole universe may have to die with her. ]
So, like I said, it really doesn't concern you unless you're willing to destroy what you love to save it, too?
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(the idea that they have the power to make that happen. he cannot help but believe the game is rigged simply by the fact that it was chrollo who was put here in the first place - someone who hates the idea of having to prove the worthiness of existence as he lives and breathes. not the most qualified person, he would easily argue.)
Hm.
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[ He pulls his legs back to lift one - shake and swat his pants to dislodge the snow he piled on it, and does the same for the other. ]
It's better than someone who cares about his people and pretends he doesn't, I guess.
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(better than assuming it isn't, but vincent raises a good point. he is, for all purposes, dead. there is no reason for him to act out, is there?)
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[ And he brushes off some more snow.
... he really shouldn't have done put so much snow on himself. ]
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(his eyes move to their feet, not to judge the snow that vincent has to rid himself of, but to think for a moment.)
What I can tell you easily is that I am from a place where the residents do not exist in the eyes of the world. Nations use us as a junkyard and our people get taken because you cannot be held accountable for hurting a person who cannot be traced, that no one knows about. I was not silent at home, I will not allow someone to decide if I am worthy here either.
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[ He opens his mouth to give dry "ha-ha" noises.
Vincent processes what Chrollo says carefully. He brushes a little more snow off the top of his shoes. The white clings to this knitwear, but he lets it. Tilting his head back, he thinks it sounds a bit like Wish House, but not quite. It's an incomplete comparison, anyway.
He pulls his hand back and smiles: ]
See? That's what a person would call 'pride.'
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(even if vincent's hands might be cold to the touch, chrollo offers his own to shake. it gives him something interesting to mull over, even if he can't agree with it so directly or immediately as it is. he won't fight it, though.)
And I will not nurse you, perhaps another might.
cw: vague eluding to child murder
[ Furthermore, he wouldn't trust anyone to watch over him while he's so vulnerable. He would rather die; he'd rather drag his shaking, coughing body through the pain and suffering of care than believe someone would look out for him. ]
Still... [ He doubles back. ] ... I'm glad you accept the perspective.
Survival is one thing when people can kill you without anyone doing anything. How many children are here in the orphanage? Oh, such-and-such. Such-and-such? No, such-and-less. Oh. My mistake. [ He chuckles to himself. ]
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(a lie, he could definitely be nurturing if he so chose to be, but he finds there is little reasoning for coddling a grown man he cannot benefit from - nor does he care for enough.)
... Not unlike that, just perhaps remove the orphanage and say junkyard instead. How about your own place of birth?
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[ Vincent decides to say it outright than keep it to himself. He's taken care of himself this far, anyway; he can't rely on anyone but himself.
His chin drops as he chuckles to himself. ]
Home is what it is. [ Anyway. ] I honestly can't relate it to your junkyard. Those children were needed for a greater purpose. They weren't just erased for no reason, at the very least. So, it doesn't compare.
Anyway, despite how things were, you've learned to rely on others.
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wanna hear some religious bullshit 'cause here's some religious bullshit
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