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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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[In fact, he's very likely to say no.]
But if he does say yes, do you think you could... pretend I didn't tell you about it beforehand?
[You know, when he spilled the medical history of his partner to a stranger in like the first ten minutes of meeting them just because he was really sad?]
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Yes, but only if you can give him a convincing enough cover story.
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[He overestimates his ability to lie to Viktor, and also how easily Viktor can read him. Oops.]
But you still think you'd be able to help?
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[Kirk really doesn't want to over-promise something as important as this but he's also still curious enough to look into Viktor's case]
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[He'll need to make sure the timing is right. Maybe bring Viktor a treat or something, like trying to appease an angry cat.]
If you see him around, he's about this high-
[He gestures to a few inches shorter than himself,]
brown hair, length to about here... golden eyes, two moles on his face, usually has a crutch and wears a sweatervest.
[That's... a lot of detail.]
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Alright. How has he been adjusting to here?
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[It doesn't even occur to him that that could be a weird thing to do.]
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Probably not necessary unless he's okay with that.
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[Does Viktor think he's ditching him, again? Maybe he really should have insisted they live together.
Sorry Kirk, he's got his hand to his mouth, tapping his fingers against his lips as he stares off into the distance, thinking this all over.]
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Does he feel any particular way about that?
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[He shakes out of his thoughts.]
Oh. I don't know. He sometimes just... disappears. Doesn't come back for hours or a whole day.
[You know, like a cat.]
But he hasn't mentioned not liking when I check up on him. He just likes his privacy sometimes.
[Not at all connecting that this probably has to do with Viktor's worsening condition.]
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Seems good he has a friend like you.
[Both Hernan and Bekka will also sometimes do things for Kirk that Kirk didn’t ask for but ultimately appreciates]
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[Sometimes he feels like he's an awful friend, actually. More recently than not.]
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[Kirk figures he might as well get a better read on their relationship if he’s going to get involved with their affairs]
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Seven years.
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A long time. You two met through work?
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In a sense. He was having me arrested, actually.
[You know, the guy who was afraid to break into an abandoned building?]
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For what?
cw: implied suicide attempt
[in this universe]
—but given that it blew a massive hole in the wall, my work had been declared too dangerous to allow to continue. Viktor was assistant to the head of the Academy, and was there to confiscate it and destroy it. If he had actually destroyed it when he was supposed to, if he hadn't come find me after I had been all but exiled...
[He gives Kirk a resolute look.]
The point is, he saved my life. And now I need to do anything I can to help save his.
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It's why he's stayed by Hernan's side for a decade so far and why he fully intends to stay with him for as long as they both want. He owes so much to Superman for treating him like a human who needed help. It was a time when he felt anything but human. At this point in their friendship, he would do almost anything for Hernan.
He looks back at Jayce. His expression is neutral and partially hidden by his red sunglasses but he replies back in a calm tone]
I understand. Of course you would want to do that.
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Thanks.
—Which doesn't mean I expect you to know how to cure him! I know this is only a chance, with a high risk of failure. I appreciate that you'd still help, knowing this could... wind up with an unfavorable result.
CW: Cancer mention
Though not normally upfront, Kirk's beginning to feel that now would be a good time to disclose some details about himself before they decide if they should move further with this project]
When I graduated with my PhD, one of my professors told me and my classmates to not waste our talents. "Be brazen, be bold. The world needs change." We were considered the best and brightest of our year and because of that, he said we were capable of making that change.
At the time, I also had Lymphoma, a type of blood cancer. My prognosis was grim. Just like Professor Luthor said, I took bold steps to correct that. I was already specializing in biochemistry and hematology. And Chiropterology was something I was diving deeper into. So with a... former friend, he and I used our combined knowledge to cure me.
It didn't work exactly the way I had intended. Adverse effects came with that serum. That was over 10 years ago and I'm still looking for a way to permanently cure those adverse effects. But if I hadn't taken that serum, I wouldn't still be alive today.
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And that’s what matters.
[Adverse effects can be mitigated. Death can’t be.]
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As for his own survival, Kirk used to vacillate often on if creating the serum was worth it. He had exchanged Lymphoma for vampirism. A deadly disease in exchange for a bestial hunger for blood. How many have died now so that he can keep extending his own life?
These days, part of what keeps Kirk going is how he tries to turn his curse into something for good. He target the worst of humanity to protect innocents. It must make a difference somehow. It helps that he also has Hernan and Bekka for support. He's not painfully alone anymore.
But he would not wish what he has on anyone]
There's a saying in my world. "A physician who treats himself has a fool for a patient."
The condition I have now is serious. I have ways to keep the symptoms at bay but they're not the same as a cure. Every second I walk on a tightrope to keep my sanity together. It's why I'm still working on permanent solution.
If we truly want to go through with this, we all have to understand that there might be severe consequences.
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Of course. He’ll want to be involved.
[It’s just a concern now, that if the stakes seem too high to Viktor, he’ll refuse the treatment…]
But your solution— it’s worked for years, hasn’t it? Is it something Viktor could also do, to alleviate symptoms?
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