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etrayalogs2025-01-17 12:09 pm
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JANUARY MINGLE
WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: January 17th - January 23rd
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers and some new construction!
NOTES\WARNINGS:
WHEN: January 17th - January 23rd
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers and some new construction!
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. 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. Looks like someone was trying to improve on last month's designs. Outside the windows, the grass is covered in a couple of inches of loosely packed snow. We hope you enjoy your stay.  ⏵ passion for fashion ⏴ As the newcomers find themselves leaving the hospital as per their usual arrival, they will find that not too far from it is a small boutique. Newly added, just as they have been, though they lack the context to know this. Companion bots will encourage them to go in and meet the particularly unique bot inside, dressed to the nines in line with the fashion the boutique itself is offering. While small, it's clearly been decorated to emphasize the loose era and taste of the particular fashion it's advertising. The building itself is also petite, and made to feel more personal rather than a commercial experience. It has a single dressing room, and outside of it has an area with mirrors where one might take in their lovely visage from nearly all angles. There is a little waiting area with seating in the front, for those who are not being molded through Theobold's vision, or simply waiting for whoever is. The tastes and aforementioned era of this little establishment is decidedly Victorian, with a bold splash of neon trimming, cog-like adornments, and other accessories that brighten up the otherwise neutral fabrics typically used in the style of dress. Theobold, as he has named himself and will not let anyone forget, has taken to a three-piece suit, a deep emerald in color, with a black vest, and matching black gloves. He will take it upon himself to judge each person's attire (which he will unabashedly hate), then restyle them into something more along his tastes (even if it takes him a while, he will find something you don't ruin). There are, of course, many different combinations to pick from, all hearkening to a very loud style of dress that seems as much neon as it is punk or steam. One might even name it steampunk with a splash of neon. Neon Steampunk? Something like that. An interesting combination to say the least, Theobold insists as much. This is, of course, not simply limited to newcomers, though they will likely be exposed to this boutique more quickly than the others. Any who come near the general area of the hospital (thus the boutique) will find themselves being encouraged by the other bots to come inside, and they will likewise be judged and restyled to Theobold's tastes—which are as bright as they are bold. He really doesn't take no for an answer, though he can't truly stop anyone from leaving any more than a pushy grandmother fussing over her grandchild's clothes might. He has obviously discovered his passion, why not indulge him?  ⏵ trending or treading ⏴ After enjoying the privilege of being restyled by Theobold, he will also insist that you take the outfit for a spin around the city! See what people say, take note of how many looks you catch, how many eyes are on you. He wants to hear about it as well, clearly to validate his own artistry, and who can blame him? Does not every artist strive to hear a little bit of praise for their hard work? Do they not yearn for recognition from the public? Theobold may be a bot, but he is also an artist honing his craft! His boutique is not above critique, though he hopes the critique isn't too harsh... Should one indulge him, telling about what others thought, he will gladly gift the outfit to the wearer. A humble act of his endless generosity! Or if they fancy another outfit of their own taste from his boutique, then that will suffice as well. Even if it breaks his heart that you don't like the outfit. No, no. It's fine, really. It's perfectly okay. Everyone has their tastes, and yours just happens to stab him in his mechanical heart. He'll get over it. In time. Probably.  ⏵ leaving tracks ⏴ Companion bots have taken to building train tracks, as well as what appears to be a train station, in the South Eastern island of Etraya. The area is, for the most part, blocked off from Etrayans. After all, it is a construction zone, and the companion bots are ever vigilant with safety. At least they try to be. However, if people wish to lend their aid in the construction, well, they won't necessarily stop them. However they will assure them that they are not in need of assistance, and might intermittently remind those especially helpful Etrayans of that fact. Those who wish to simply watch the construction may do so, but nothing especially interesting is going on beyond the mystery of what this these tracks and the station might be for. Besides a train, of course. After all, since when has there been any mention of a train? Asking the companion bots about it will yield little results. They won't be able to give any further details besides the obvious: when this is done, it will be for a train. It seems even they might not know the full extent of what this entails, or maybe they cannot say. Regardless the reason of their lack of explanation, it seems patience might be the key to the answer. Some may notice that in the area Gorgug's friend had gone exploring outside of the environmental bubble, there is a message written on a massive piece of fabric, which is tied to two large rebar poles. The message is in an alien language, but the earpiece will automatically translate it: DID YOU THINK YOU WERE THE ONLY ONES? On the bottom of the fabric are four vertical lines. Every Friday, a vertical line becomes crossed through with a horizontal one. 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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At any rate, he's no longer looking quite like he feels in danger for his life, relaxing a bit more. The other boy seems harmless enough, probably won't try to kill him, right?? ]
It sounds like we've all been brought here from all kinds of places. [ Pause, as he thinks about it. ] Is your world pretty different from this one?
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An Zhe makes a sound of agreement, finally (carefully) standing back up. When he gets back to that store he's definitely getting his normal shoes back...] There weren't any...mechanical people? Or cities like this...I haven't seen any dangerous predators yet, either. [Followed by a pause on his own end.] What about your world?
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It's really different from Utah, too. [ He nods, especially his particular home, way out in the middle of nowhere. ] Not much there except trees. There's some cities, but they're not like this. We don't have mechanical people, either.
[ Beat. ]
Dangerous predators?
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The city I was in before had no plants or animals at all...though that's probably changed now. [Ahem!] There are creatures called xenogenics, which are often combinations of different plants or animals, and can transform themselves using the genetic data of other creatures. Most of them are much larger than humans, too.
[He does not gesticulate while explaining this, merely gazing placidly up at Mister Utah like he's telling him about a book he read yesterday.]
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The thought of dangerous predators does freeze something in him though, and that's why he's watching the other boy very seriously now. Being hunted, pursued... he'd been aware of that sensation, even if he hadn't been able to understand it for exactly what it was. It's one reason he's so on-edge now, like a wound unable to heal, all his raw nerves exposed, constantly. ]
That sounds fucking terrifying, [ he breathes, eyes widening as he listens, an almost comical counter to the other boy's calm demeanour. ]
What did they want...? To like... eat people?
[ He can only imagine what such dangerous predators would be capable of... ]
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A lot of them were after humans specifically for some reason, but I think they got over it? Some of them will eat anything, and others only ate whatever they thought was worth eating...ah, but some are good now—the ones that were human before. [This makes total s—no it doesn't.] Um. Because humans who get injured by xenogenics are prone to mutating.
[Now it makes sense.]
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....The other thing is immensely curious by this, though. Not frightened at all but hungry to learn. Paimon's eyes open wider and wider and wider, the demon king's curiosity already piqued by this stranger, but now...
It's all some weird moment where Peter looks scared but also keeps looking down at the other boy very intensely, locked onto him just as much as he's made nervous by these words. He swallows, both wanting and not wanting to ask more. ]
Was there any... cure for it? The... the mutating.
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Not...really. They no longer lose their minds when they transform, though, so people are happy with that.
[He pauses, wondering if he should ask, before deciding he might as well.]
Would it bother you, to meet someone like that?
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....But at least the people this boy's talking about don't lose theirs. Maybe that stops them from truly becoming "monsters"... which is the word Peter can't help thinking about with all of this. ]
I guess it'd be kind of... scary. Or maybe mostly sad. [ He admits, a little quietly. ] Even if they don't lose their minds, that uh... sucks. Being turned into something against your will.
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Then again, there was at least one person who chose that route...]
It's not all that bad, I think. If you're alive, and in control of yourself...though I guess some changes might not be very attractive. [It's hard to tell if there's any change in his already soft tone of voice, but he does attempt to instill some hint of strength in his next words, regardless.] Humanity is resilient. No matter what happens, they find a way to live on.
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....But there's still a part of him that latches onto someone saying such things, to the concept of humanity continuing and trying. Maybe it's pathetic, or maybe he's desperate, wishing someone would have said anything like that to him in regards to... other situations. But as it is now, Peter's not just shutting down the other boy's words, or saying something defensive and sarcastic like comparing humanity to cockroaches, refusing to die out...
He offers a soft, serious nod, instead. ]
Sounds like the people who run this place are thinking the same.... [ He's heard other people repeat it by now, the concept of missions and saving worlds. There's not much left to save back in his own, or at least nothing he cares about, but. ]
Did you just get here, too?
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I don't know why they chose me, but...it would be sad if my world died when it just started to recover. [A pause, a slow blink, and then—] I hope they don't need us to do anything too difficult.
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I uh, hope it works out, dude. Maybe the fact you got called to this place means they think you really do have a chance of saving your world.
[ He's not the best at offering support, a little awkward with it, but sincere. ]
I hope not, either. I'm not the best at stuff like... missions. [ He gives a hapless little smile. ] But if you ever need help figuring out stuff like snow, or anything else that's not in your world, I can do that.
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Thank you. If you ever need help too, I can... [Um.] I can cook, a little?
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....It reminds him a little of Charlie too, even if it's a thought he couldn't entertain too deeply any time soon.
But he finds himself actually giving a little laugh at that, something quiet but no less genuine. ]
That would be dope, man. [ Sorry An Zhe, he has Stoner Lingo.... ] I've just been eating like... chips and sour candy for the past couple months.
Oh- and I'm Peter, by the way.
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[There aren't any stoners in the apocalypse...or snacks, for that matter. An Zhe blinks, a softly confused expression crossing his face, not quite fading even as he introduces himself.]
I'm An Zhe. It's nice to meet you, Peter.
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[ It's not Peter's first time meeting someone from some other universe or place in time, although An Zhe's particular world sounds really different. ]
I'll hook you up sometime. [ He gives a small, dopey grin. ] It tastes a lot better than snow.
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[If something's sour, that usually means it's gone bad, right? That seems right, right? He nods at the offer though, quietly excited to try another new food.]
I'll look forward to it. There are so many things here that I've never seen or heard of before—I hope your candy will be a good one.
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[ He's found out from someone here that's there are places to get food, snacks and stuff. ]
Next time I get ahold of some, I'll hit you up.
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I'd like that. I haven't had anything sweet since— [actually no let's not bring that up...] Um, anyway, I think that would be nice. If we could eat those candies together.