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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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[ An easy answer. ]
Yeah... I just came here. But I don't think other people crawled through a hole to get here. [ So, that's normal. ]
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[ He frowns. ]
No... I was locked in my apartment. Like the inside of it was different than the outside... it was strange and terrifying.
[ Tugging down his witch hat, he breathes out a sigh. ]
... what's your name?
[ As slow and with as many pauses he does when he talks, he somehow breezes through a lot of topics at once. ]
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[this guy...she has no room to judge and she isn't exactly judging but she is very, very confused.]
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[ He holds out his hand but then pauses to stare at a nearby wall. ]
No... a hole just appeared in the wall. Voices were coming from inside it.
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Might regret asking but what were they saying?
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[ He decides to keep being honest about it. ]
I couldn't make out what they were saying. I thought the voices would get clearer if I crawled through the hole, but that never happened.
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Have you heard them here?
[this seems like an important question! where is this guy at in hearing voices?]
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[ The whispers were unsettling. ]
No, but then... there haven't been any strange holes.
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but she's used to mentally unwell and at least he doesn't seem dangerous for right now. best to stay on his good side.]
I think you may have bested your holes and voices. Congratulations.
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[ That does sound nice that he's finally away from all of those things. He wonders if that means if he sleeps he won't have nightmares.
He stares off a second then looks back at her. Henry isn't quite sure what else to say; he breathes out some sound from the back of his throat before asking: ]
Do you like the outfit you got?
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I think it's a bit much, the feathers and all. But I guess we all need a change.
[she gestures to Henry's with her boa.] What about you? Like yours?
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[ Both to it being hard to move in and that everyone needs a change.
He pauses to lightly tug on the wizard hat he has. ] I do. It's magic.
[ Apparently. ]
I also got a broom.
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[she's teasing him because apparently, this guy is completely ignorant of this. or how he sounds. or any of this.
and she can't help herself.]
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[ He lifts the wand to give it a flick of the wrist - of course, the movement itself is a lot more stilted than it probably should be. Rather than a crack of the whip, it's more like simply throwing something on the floor.
But a broom does manifest. He looks it over before looking at Maria. ]
... do you think ... it's just hopping on it... and saying up?
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[honestly she doubts he can fly and if he can, if this will not just end in disaster. but hey, it feels kind of mean to tell him that...]
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[ Henry's having a normal one as he looks at the broom in hand. ]
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[Maria understands the former because well, she never really slept before coming here. the latter? even she has dreams.
the heck, my guy?]
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[ The idea of hopping on the broom and trying to fly seems embarrassing suddenly. Like what if it doesn't work? But he already has it out - it feels like it'd be a disappointment if he didn't try.
Henry keeps staring at the broom intently as he carries on. ]
I've only had nightmares lately... and everything else has felt like someone else's dream... maybe not even that dreamer's but someone else... [ He turns the broom side-to-side. ] And the rest... I don't really have any...
[ No, wait. ] ... talking to people more... but I don't know about it... [ Can that be called a dream? ]
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but there's something to be said about the dream of talking to people more.] I think that's a good dream. It's one of mine, too. And look, we're talking. You've gotten somewhere.
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[ His mouth twitches, like he might smile, but he doesn't. He sucks a breath in to say something but pulls back; he isn't sure of the words that he wants to say.
Lips press into a thin line, he rolls his eyes up and catches sight of the broom in his hand - somehow the weight in it started to feel nonexistent; he almost forgot he was holding it. ]
It's nice to share a dream...
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It is. It also means you have someone to talk to about them.
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He thinks this might be the time to mount the broom to try to fly, but instead -- he keeps staring at it. There is a part of him that believes it would be fine to try, and if it doesn't work, it doesn't work.
The impression he gets of Maria isn't one that she'd mind one way or the other, but -- but -- he lifts his head to stare at the sky. ]
Does gravity work the same here... you think?
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I'm assuming so. Nothing says it doesn't. [and because she's starting to feel bad:] You don't have to try to fly on the broom.
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[ It disappears out of his grip. ]
I saw a man fall from the sky... but he was fine afterward.
[ His voice trails off before adding: ] Yeah. I don't think it'd be the same here.
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