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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. |
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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[It’s too monstrous to put anyone else through it. Plus, even if Kirk wanted to, Will was the other half of the so-called treatment. Kirk doesn’t have the same extensive nanotechnology knowledge as he did.
At that thought, Kirk looks at Jayce]
Are either of you familiar with nanotechnology?
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No. I think it's safe to say that if it involves the use of computers, we probably don't have an understanding of it yet. But we can learn.
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The man I worked with specialized in nanotechnology. They’re microscopic machines that work together, based on whatever protocols they’ve been given.
By itself, my formula kept breaking down before it could fully eradicate the cancer. It kept almost working. Then Will agreed to work with me. My bat venom laid the brick. Will’s nanites were the plaster.
[Which means that yes, Kirk is confessing that to this day, there are billions of nanites swimming in his bloodstream]
I didn’t know until recently that Will may have purposely programmed his nanites to hurt me. They’re why I have my current condition.
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And then the story gets worse. Betrayed by his partner?]
... But why?
[If Kirk was dying, and this other scientist didn’t want him around anymore— why volunteer to help him at all?]
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[Kirk will never know for certain if Will intended to kill him with his nanites or if the vampiric transformation was an accident that Will doesn't regret. Either way, Will had betrayed him.
In retrospect, Kirk knows that his struggle to cure himself of vampirism was largely because Will was secretly sabotaging him the entire time. Kirk had put so much trust into him. It'll likely be a long time before Kirk stops feeling hurt by Will's betrayal, if ever. He loved Will and Tina]
I thought we were friends. It used to always be just three of us.
[An understatement for a deep wound. It was also then that Kirk realizes he's divulged more than enough already]
The point is this endeavor could be very difficult. I had my own struggles when I tried to treat myself.
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I understand. But he won't be alone. He trusts me, and I trust you.
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As long as we all keep that in mind, especially as we consider unorthodox routes.
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