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etrayalogs2024-11-22 06:27 pm
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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. |
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[ Is it being nice, forgiving, or sympathetic? Either way, it's the kind of situation that Gorgug can't immediately picture himself in, where someone might be his worst enemy and still be allowed a pastry before the end of their life.
Does it have to involve their end of life? ...it's easier to imagine some random nobody trying to kill him and his friends, than someone who is his personal enemy. Even as, with the more time he has to think about it, sliding one of the metal fish to rest against his folded legs: ]
I think I'd eat it in front of them. Or make sure they didn't get it.
[ ...he's kinda petty. ]
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[DAZAI,,,
Never fear, though, he's far from being above pettiness. It's just -- well, again, it's not really about the pastries. It's about the fact that in the scope of things, it doesn't matter. Dazai has never found a satisfying reason for why living matters in the first place; the singular moment of joy from a pastry is akin a single lungful of air stolen while drowning in an ocean. It changes nothing. It accomplishes nothing. It isn't something that will linger in a week, a month, a year. It just makes that one moment more beautiful.
Dazai doesn't acknowledge the other half. He has hurt others. He has killed and tortured and defrauded and manipulated, and what's more been through most of those things himself. He is not a good man. But in his dying breath, a friend had told him to seek out those more beautiful moments, to build more of them, if it was all the same otherwise, if good or evil made no difference to him. So Dazai would share a pastry with his enemy, and then slide a knife into their back, if need be. It's not about being nice, to him. Life is an absurdity, a cruel joke on a good day, and pastries are fucking delicious. That's all there is to it.]
I might even kick them in the shin once they've eaten! Or perhaps more sensitive areas~
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[ Is the increasing absurdity of antics what will actually align these two in this moment? Perhaps. Because Gorgug is nodding and speaking out these ideas with no humour and all sincerity.
No worst enemy of Gorgug's will get a nice pastry. He has no philosophies or deep thoughts about life. Only pettiness and cruelty that he can agree upon. ]
Let them think they're getting one, right 'til the end.
[ Their end.... ]
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[Dazai, at least, is happy to move onto the shenanigans portion of this conversation. He's said his piece on the matter, and taking things seriously for too long is exhausting and tiresome. Some good old-fashioned nonsense is the only way to charge the ol' battery up, in cases like this. That he is what thinks.]
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Would you ever do it? Do you think you would put in the effort?
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[Also, how likely that person is to eat a pastry? If some joyless loser who crosses him does not have a sweet tooth, retribution must be had in other ways.]
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I've never had anyone who'd be my enemy that I'd wanna waste time giving a pastry. I don't know... most people I don't like are just kinda trying to kill me, or everyone.
[ What is it like to have someone you hate dearly that you would torment with a pastry? That's far more interesting, honestly. ]
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[He rolls a shoulder, casually.]
But not every enemy works alone, and there are some organizations that aren't worth going to war against, you know? It'd tear the city apart, and neither they nor mine would want something like that. Buuuut if there's an opportunity to sour their day a little, of course I'd take it~
[Actually, now that he thinks of it, it does sound like an amusing diversion of sorts. He puts a note in the back of his mind to mess with Chuuya's groceries, next time he gets a chance.]
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You've got an interesting life, I think. For a pastry, advice giving guy.
[ He never gave Gorgug pastries (technically), but the pastry part is important in this assumption. This very basic assessment, of Gorgug...not exactly attempting to read a guy, but surmising it from their conversation thus far. ]
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Well, I do strive not to be boring. Life would truly be unbearable then, I think.
[He picks up the little crushed turtle, then, twirling it gently in his hand before he speaks again.]
You know, you have a few names to call me by now, but I have yet to get one for you. I'm leaning toward Turtle Crusher Guy, how does that sound?
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You could add Metal Turtle Crusher guy... or Metal Wire Turtle Crusher Guy, at least, okay.
[ Is that what he's going to focus on? Yes!!! It's very important!!! But, after: ]
But my name is Gorgug-- it's Gorgug. It's shorter.
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Gorgug it is, then! Certainly less of a mouthful than "Metal Wire Turtle Crusher Guy". Have you been in Etraya a long time, Gorgug-kun?
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A while. About... Four missions? And I think I missed two missions, so, I've been here a while in Etraya time.
[ That's probably, what, two months he wasn't around for? Maybe. ]