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Entry tags:
- !mingle log,
- arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- arcane: jayce talis,
- batman beyond: bruce wayne,
- batman wfa: jason todd,
- dimension 20: gorgug thistlespring,
- fe3h: yuri leclerc,
- have you seen my brother: chu wenshan,
- ice age: manny,
- jl gods and monsters: kirk langstrom,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- person of interest: sameen shaw,
- remnant 2: the custodian,
- the walking dead: brandon carver,
- ✘ blade of the immortal: asano rin
DECEMBER MINGLE
WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: December 21st - Early January
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Newcomers, a surprise gift from Tatianna, and a visitor!
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WHEN: December 21st - Early January
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Newcomers, a surprise gift from Tatianna, and a visitor!
NOTES\WARNINGS:
![]() ⏵ arrival ⏴ Welcome to Etraya! Arrival goes as expected - characters awaken on hospital beds and are offered an explanation of their situation: that they have arrived in the city of Etraya, and they are their world's only hope. They are welcome to wander the hospital if they would like to - the upper floors are mostly empty, full of pristine hallways and numerous rooms filled with supplies, cots, and things one would expect from a relatively average 21st-century hospital. The lobby is filled to the brim with tables of freshly baked goods. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" banners are taped to the walls, and several other typical birthday decorations can be found in this area. A few of the baked goods tables are lined with massive cakes covered in unlit candles, just waiting for someone to grab a lighter and sing off-key. Is it anyone's birthday? Who knows! The companion bots seem to believe it's every new arrival's birthday and will greet them as such - with friendly waves and cheers as they make their way to the lobby. A coat rack is situated by the doors leading out of the hospital, covered in warm clothing that fits the new arrivals just right - whether it's to their preferred style or not is something else entirely. Some of them appear normal enough. Others? Well. They can't all be perfect, now can they? Outside the windows, the grass is covered in a couple of inches of loosely packed snow. We hope you enjoy your stay. ![]() ⏵ an unexpected gift ⏴ Out by the hospital stands a tall, decorated tree covered in candles and golden pinecones with a handsome, red velveteen tree skirt. In front of it are a few oversized wrapped gifts for show- and atop one of those sits a familiar woman. Or unfamiliar, if this is your first time. It's Tatianna in a slutty Santa outfit with a big ol’ burlap sack. “Hey, I got something for you,” she says, digging into the bag and rummaging for a moment. She produces a painted egg and holds it aloft. “It’s your Winter Solstice Egg! This is the egg holiday, right? Wait, shit. I’m mixing them up, aren’t I? ...Well. It’s a little late to change it. Here you go!” How one treats their egg is fully up to themselves. They can choose to ignore it entirely, or destroy it and leave the yolk and innards to rot on the ground. They can hand it over to someone else or care for it as if it were something precious. No one will prevent them from doing whatever they please with it! ![]() ⏵ naughty or nice ⏴ Those who keep the egg and tend to it will get the benefit of being able to watch it hatch seven days after they are handed the egg. Eggs that are treated with attention and love may yield a loyal companion, or a weapon of choice that always returns to its owner, while neglected eggs may yield a curious, cursed trinket or an animal who treats its new owner very much the same way its owner had treated it before it was born. Please submit an egg request below for what items you would like your character's eggs to hatch into! Please note that these cannot be things that would be applicable in the game. Those whose eggs are destroyed or forgotten will simply get the gift of... nothing! ![]() ⏵ free your spirit ⏴ With the winter chill gripping the air, a mysterious figure makes their presence known in Etraya - a towering, horned creature dragging a massive sack behind them. Regardless of a character's strengths or weaknesses, they will find that when Krampus raises his massive sack over their head, they are powerless to stop him from catching them. Those capable of great magical feats or other supernatural abilities will sense something... otherworldly about Krampus, but will not be able to place the source of that sensation. Once within Krampus' sack, they are welcome to fight, but escape is impossible. It will feel as if Krampus is dragging them over every rock possible, dragging the sack in through the rivers to the point it soaks through and drenches them - potentially almost drowning them. When the sack opens, they will find themselves in an impossibly dark space. Around them are others who have also been captured and dragged here by Krampus, trapped in small cages hanging from a massive, wiry tree. Krampus will return often, banging clawed hands and birch rods on the walls of the cages and knocking them into one another. The whisper resonates through the darkened area, regardless of Krampus' presence. Confess your secrets, and be freed. Otherwise? You'd better hope someone figures out where Krampus has set up base; those who refuse to confess may find themselves stuck here forever. Krampus' base is under Etraya! Deep within the catacombs, he has set up multiple cages to capture those who inhabit Etraya to punish them for their naughty habits. Fighting him is possible! Defeating him by means of combat is not, however, possible. Think of it like fighting a god: Krampus creates the rules in the space around him, including who can use what ability. 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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Harold Finch.
[ They’ve met. ]
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[Shaw murmurs, examining one of the skulls close up.]
What about his buddy John, you know him?
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[ Carver tilts his head. ]
The Army grunts out number you now, jarhead.
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[She, too, is a stoic motherfucker: especially when she's depressed (now), and even when she's joking (also now).]
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[Her eyes are on the walls, still looking for markings as she paces down the hall, but she can hear the smile in his voice. That's a good thing, she supposes. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who gets the chance to smile much.]
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[ It’s an easy sort of back and forth, familiar from the old days. Quietly, Carver supposes he’s nostalgic for it.
He straightens, scrubbing at his face. ]
Ground’s too scuffed up for tracks.
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[She exhales heavily.]
If Reese doesn't have any clues, we might have to go exploring after all. Good thing we have service down here.
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We shouldn't, this far underground.
[ Of course, magic is a thing now. ]
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[Shaw frowns, shaking her head.]
Finch barely knows me. I'm pretty sure he's only a couple weeks off from having wanted to fire me. John seems like a better bet.
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Trouble in paradise?
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[Shaw asks, raising an eyebrow.]
He seem like the kind of guy to immediately take to someone like me?
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[ But there was tension. A certain iron in Harold Finch's spine when Carver closed the distance between them that said the man wasn't going to flinch even if Carver went for his throat. Maybe he's not a fighter, maybe he's not an operator like Shaw clearly is, but he doesn't balk easy. He wonders if she's tried pushing that. ]
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He's the best boss I've had - not that that's saying much. Even in 2013 he was good, and I didn't really trust him back then.
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What made him good?
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He, uh--
[She clears her throat.]
I've never met anyone who cares as much as he does. Not just about the people in his life, but about total strangers, and about the concept of righteousness.
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He watches Shaw for a long moment, saying nothing. ]
That’s going to get him killed. Probably you, too. You know that, right?
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Gotta go sometime.
[She murmurs instead - flippant words, but with a deadly serious delivery.]
In my line of work, I've seen a lot of different kinds of death. I know what kind I want.
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Why bother?
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[But even as she says it, she knows that he's not asking why bother in general. He's asking why she bothers herself. She sighs.]
It's a long story. A weird one, too. The short version is that I don't have real feelings and my moral compass is crap, but instead of turning into a serial killer, I got lucky - because I've been surrounded by good people my whole life, and they taught me the kinds of things I'd never have figured out on my own.
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So, you're a sociopath.
[ Or something like that. He's known sociopaths. Usually, they were effective killers. Some had a tendency toward grandstanding. Others were simply efficient. Cold and to the point.
Not how he'd describe Shaw, here. Interesting. ]
What'd they teach you?
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I guess where I went wrong was listening to organizations instead of people for a while, there.
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You know what I figure out in Afghanistan? Everybody's out for themselves. Especially the Army. There's no greater good. There's just people, and most of those fuckers are greedy, selfish things who justify it by selling out a stranger instead of their brother - but oh, they'll do that if the price is right.
[ His voice is cool. ]
I believe in keeping the guy at my shoulder alive. That's the only good people like us get.
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oops, commented before i saw Harold's reply
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