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etrayalogs2025-01-17 12:09 pm
etrayamods) wrote in etrayalogs2025-01-17 12:09 pm
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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It might be insulting to say... but I'm older so I don't think it's right for her to carry any burdens I might have. ]
I think I'm still sane. Everything that happened really did. [ The corner of his mouth curves down. ] I'll rely on others, but -- well, it'll be something I'll try to do. [ He finishes his sentence lamely. ]
... I'm sorry you've gone through so much already. I hope nothing else happens.
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soon though, her hand moved off his should before she began to look around his apartment, idly taking in what was around as she heard him speak. )
Hey it's okay, that's life right? We just have to make the best out of it.
( she won't give him a huge lesson on things and her philosophy on life, but at the very least she can show him that she had enough strength and hope to overcome such things. )
How about we focus on something more positive. Tell me, how have you been adjusting to this place? Everything okay so far?
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[ The apartment itself is still the same as when he moved in. Nothing added to it. 'Course the only thing "removed" is the door. He thinks of adding something to the space but isn't sure what he likes anymore. However, he already knows that's an odd thing to think or believe. ]
Okay. [ Fair to talk about something more positive. ] I guess okay. I don't think anything has felt off. [ 'Course he is wanting to both be a hermit and reach out to talk to people more; the conflicting desires are causing some issues with how he should move forward, but overall --]
It's all right. Nothing to complain about...
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( it's a bit of an odd and stifled response, but she's more than happy to hear he's adjusting well enough.
although just as he thought about adding some 'life' to this apartment, she was immediately thinking the same. in fact she began to walk around a bit, looking at his space and turned to him with a rather amused expression. )
Although, aside from the missing door, this place could use more of your touch. No plants? Books? A cool piece of furniture?
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[ He blinks, surprised, that she has the same thought as he does. His eyebrows rise to indicate as much, but his voice doesn't shift too much in tone or speed. ]
Yeah... I was thinking of that before. Probably not books... I didn't read them even when I was trapped. [ The corner of his mouth turns down. ] ... maybe plants.
When I moved in last time... I didn't change anything... I wonder if that was the problem. [ Crossing his arms, he tilts his head down toward the floor, visibly musing over the idea. ] But changing everything... is that doing too much?
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( she isn't the best at articulating the point she's trying to get to, but basically-
if henry were a prisoner [perhaps of his mind], books were the perfect escapism. )
I recommend visiting and getting at least one book recommendation, as for that I think you'll be okay in whatever you end up doing. The apartments here aren't going to do anything to you.
( as far as she could tell. that could easily come back to bite her in the ass. )
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[ So, Harold's the name of the head wizard. He nods along as he appreciates that bit of information. Of course, he isn't really sure how he feels about the books he encountered in the library, but if joy can be found in them ... maybe he could find it.
And hopefully, no monsters coming out of them. But maybe he just needs to ask Harold to ensure nothing comes out of them. That seems reasonable. ]
... you're right. I think I should try to do that... it's better than what I'm doing now.
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( she might be a bit too open to engaging with people here and trying to live a normal life, and perhaps pushing henry a bit more than she should but really...it was just her way of trying to be there for others.
when the world was a mess and things were chaotic, all people had were each other after all. )
Well let me know how it goes, I won't cramp up your space for too long, gotta get that ice cream back home you know?
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[ Could he call the time that he was confined "boring?" Even before the hole appeared in his bathroom, he doesn't recall being bored. He called the same number over and over each time that he woke up; wandered around the space of his apartment until exhaustion took him and he collapsed back on his bed.
He really should have tried to read at least one of those books...
Henry blinks and returns his gaze to Heather. ]
I know. [ Um. ] I appreciate you worrying about me... I worry about you, too. [ He's trying to get better at telling people his feelings or feelings toward them. ]
So... if you... encounter anything troublesome... I'll help you with it.
going to wrap up this one too ♥
yet there seemed to be something holding him back, almost like an invisible force. it was neither here nor there though as she went back into his kitchen to gather up her ice cream and hold the bags she came in with, coming back around to nod at him. )
Well that's really nice of you Henry, I promise not to do anything too crazy to make you worry hard.
( with a smile, she used her free hand to hold out a fist to him, attempting to draw him into a friendly 'bump'. a promise through a physical action. )
I promise.