etrayalogs | JANUARY MINGLE

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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:

⏵ 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.

⏵ NOTES ⏴

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.

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⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

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— passion for fashion/trending or treading

( at this point, nothing that happened in this place seemed to phase heather anymore. at the very least she wanted to believe in that, because if things got to her here, it meant she wasn't as strong as she thought she was. yet with one emotional whiplash to the next, pouring her heart out to people she's come to trust here, she was still on the journey to make herself more emotionally strong and resilient.

of course despite everything she had gone through, she was very much so a young woman. the promise of free and somewhat fashionable clothes wasn't out of the question for her when she came across the helper bots seeming to guide her to it. considering she did enjoy shopping despite her appearance, it wasn't too hard for her to be drawn into the boutique. what she hadn't planned on was being picked apart for her clearly dated clothes and dressed up like a member of a certain british punk band. that mixed in with a large amount of steam to the mix.

after a whirlwind dress-up session, she was walking out of the boutique in a pair of bondage pants, a white ruffled collared shirt, a corset, and a pair of high-heeled boots. she stumbled out, struggling with the shoes and landing square on her knees in front of whoever happened to witness the horror. )

Alright, get it all out. Laugh at me, but at least I look cool. I think?

— down time with mr. cheese

( part of heather's goal in helping others deal with the shock and stress of arriving here was making herself, or rather her playful companion known. during the last event, she was able to procure an egg that led to the birth of a very friendly and talented rat, that seemed eager to show off his tricks and skills with pleasure to anyone who may watch.

so in her new getup and in the center of where people might be coming out of the hospital was a large white bucket and a rat on top. wearing a cowboy hat, heather dangled a tiny lasso around the rat and he began to twirl alongside it. when the rope was held up in place, he immediately jumped through the hoop and back out.

anyone who came to watch up close was gently greeted by heather. you can ask her about this place, or anything else, but be sure that her new friend will happily keep you entertained and help those stressful feelings remain at bay. )

— wildcard

( keeping it a bit simple for the mingle this time! please feel free to hit me with any kind of starter, or if you'd prefer a closed one feel free to contact me directly for one. )

[ Peter's not having the easiest time with initially acclimating to the new environment. Having Vanessa Ives helps, immensely, but this is the second time he's been yoinked from one world to another, and he's not exactly the best at keeping it together, in general.

There's also the fact that this place doesn't numb down the thing that's locked inside of his body, the way The City had. No, here the demon king is fully awake and fully aware, and even if it's lying low for now so that it can observe its surroundings first, its mere presence is so much — surges of energy and impossibly bright colours, lights, and sounds, something ancient and powerful — that it's keeping Peter in something of a dazed state. His mind's a weird foggy thing, the pupils of his eyes a bit swollen, mouth tipped open as he shuffles around the area, looking lost.

He ambles slowly up towards the little display near the hospital — yet to become a victim of the boutique, he's still in his very Teenage-Stoner-Chic wear: hoodie, jeans, and faded black Converse. His hood's pulled up over a mess of black curls as though in attempt to hide himself a little, but unfortunately he kind of stands out: six foot tall and moving like a dazed sleepwalker down the street, eyes wide.

When he realises what the girl in the cowboy hat and fancy clothes is doing, his eyes grow even wider, and he comes to a halt a few feet away, looking nervous when she greets him and shoving his hands deeply into his hoodie pockets. He has no idea what the fuck he's doing here! ]

Hey. That's uh... that's a rat?

[ Yes, it appears to be, Peter. ]

( heather was truly in no position to critique anyone's outfit or appearance given the clash of her own- a mixture of western and steam-punk [with a heavier focus on the punk]. what she was in a position to do was recognize when someone seemed out of their element and dazed by all of this. it truly was a lot and while her own arrival had been marred with an imbalance in her personality, due to food filled with strange effects, she could at least be there for others.

as peter approached, she caught a few glances at him from her peripheral. she did wonder if he would approach her, but on she continued with the show, a smile on her face. it was when he finally spoke to her that she stopped and looked up at him, a playful smile on her face.

oh how she wants to tease him for that, but he seemed new. she would be gentle, for now. )

Yup, his name is Mr. Cheese and he's one talented little dude.

( awkward teens were a dime a dozen, she knew of one who reminded her of peter- equally tall and just as fidgety. they were going to get along just well if her relationship with this other person was an indicator. )

[ Despite everything, the uncertainty and nerves and fear he can't seem to shed, Peter almost finds himself giving a smile at that. It's a quick, fleeting thing, and seems as much a surprise for him as anything else, given how he immediately blinks back out of it — but for just a moment it was there.

Because... Mr. Cheese. Okay, that's actually really adorable. Even he can see that in the middle of all this craziness surrounding them. He chances nudging an inch or two closer, staring down at the little rat. ]

Did you uh, train him how to do all that? Or did he come that way?

[ He'd noticed plenty of people with animals back at the library, and even had a Designated Toad for awhile, but it didn't do anything like this. Maybe some of the familiars are more skilled than others; his toad being kind of dumb would track, honestly. ]

( as fleeting as that smile was, a touch of an emotion other than fear, it was worth it in the end for heather. if she could just do that much for a few people who were brought here by force, then she knew her life would have more purpose than just the suffering that came with her history. it didn't even dawn on her that this could be viewed as her trying hard to save her world—

because she knew the truth when hannibal was here and how crime didn't seem to phase echo or aurora. why would they care about her doing tricks with her rat, after all? )

Well I got him a week or two before that weirdness with the tunnels, but I kinda discovered he has a natural talent for learning tricks.

( as if to show off, she lifted up the laso and placed it in front of the rat. immediately he jumped through the hole, giving a spin or two upon landing. )

I taught him one and he kept wanting to learn more too. In fact, he's very eager to show people his tricks even when I'm not around.

[ Peter's brows lift when the girl displays the trick, and now that he's able to see it happening up close, his initial surprise is quickly turning into something much more charmed. This time, he actually gives the softest echo of a laugh — it's a faint thing, like it's a sound that hasn't been used much. Actually, he can't remember the last time he laughed. ]

Damn, he is talented. You're one smart guy, Mr. Cheese.

[ Granted, all of this is still very weird and wild, but.... this is a different kind of weird and wild from the other stuff. A lot nicer. Safer.

Charlie would like this a lot, he thinks, with a soft pang in the center of his chest. His little sister loved animals. She was always making art about them.

(He has no idea that something else, something half tangled-up in Charlie's identity, is watching the display through Peter's very own eyes, transfixed.) ]

You could charge money for this, you know. Have people come see a little one-rat circus.

( she wasn't quite sure when the last time she heard someone here actually laugh and be genuinely happy. perhaps it was at the party she threw last month, but that happiness came from herself thanks to fabian.

what was happening now was enough to make her forget where she was and the things that had happened. it truly felt that she was in her own world now, putting on a show for an amused crowd. it was a warm and comforting sensation to say the least. )

You know I found out something terrible about this place a while back-

( as she said that, she put the rope down and turned to fully face peter, putting a pause to her performance for now. )

There's no actual 'currency' used around here. I tried betting on some races a while ago, and was stuck without much to do. I guess I could always resort to bartering for goods in exchange...

heather mason — silent hill 3

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