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etrayalogs2025-01-17 12:09 pm
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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. |
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[ Calm your tits, hammer man. ]
I'm only trying to figure out your angle. You build me an arm, and what? I owe you? You hold it over my head? People don't just offer something like that on a whim.
[ Unless you're Jayce Talis, who might, in fact, offer something like that on a whim. ]
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[Because now he's feeling like adding some just so she stops acting so suspicious.]
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[ Because she has a suspicion that he would try to be snarky about it, irritating her to no end. ]
If you're serious, then...
[ Should she? She doesn't care so much about pissing Jinx off than she is making Silco suspect her of being a traitor for simply accepting anything from a Piltover councilor. However, there's one last reason— ]
I admit I'd be curious to see what you have in mind, but can I think about it? I tested the whole "asking Aurora for shit" thing, and she gave me back my old chemtech arm. Only it's still broken, and I didn't think to request my tools back, too.
[ ...which means she can't try to get it working again just yet. Annoying. ]
Still, it'd be a shame to not at least try fixing it first. I've put a lot of work into it over the years.
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[He didn't forget.]
What kind of tools do you need? I've found some good quality ones here and there.
[He's been hoarding them. Because of course he has.]
I could help, but I don’t know anything about chemtech.
[Even trying to get a look at Jinx’s work with it went so catastrophically bad, he had to enlist Viktor to disarm it.]
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[ Heat blade, even, but she won't go into detail. The last thing she wants is for Jayce to think he can nerd out about mechanics and engineering with her. ]
You need a few specialized tools when working with the internals of a prosthetic like mine, although the outside casing is more standard. Unfortunately for me, the problem is definitely internal.
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[He's going to lean against a wall for real now, beginning to run through what he'd need to get this sort of project rolling.]
I'm going to ask for my forge. Custom-built tools shouldn't be too hard, if you know what they're supposed to look like. I'd need to see the arm too, of course.
[He's tapping his mouth with his fingers in thought.]
Glass can probably be repurposed from somewhere, shaped with forge heat... But for rebalancing of chemicals, I'd need to call in help.
[Viktor, obviously.]
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I could draw out the plans for them. Just don't expect them to be perfect. I'm a mechanic at best, not an engineer.
[ She fixes what already exists and leaves inventing new things to others. ]
I could bring those and the arm by once you have your forge. [ Okay, she might want to see it. A little. ] Kind of pointless to do so beforehand. I'd say let me worry about any chemicals, though. I'll definitely know more about that part than you.
[ Especially since she'll have to request some shimmer from Aurora. It was inevitable. At some point, she would have to ask. May as well be for her arm. ]
rip
[And really, as long as he sees the arm, he can figure out what tools might be needed from there. A bit like seeing half a puzzle and trying to recreate the missing pieces, but not impossible. Plus, he likes the little bit of challenge it would provide.]
Fine by me. Just run whatever tests you want with it out of my forge.
[And maybe he can watch, with a pen and notepad.]
doomed before it could happen u_u
[ To both getting the important parts down and running the tests at the forge. Sevika doubts anything will explode so long as she's handling the chemicals. It won't be anything new for her to do, swapping it out to keep the arm running in top condition in the past. ]
How long do you think the forge will take to show up when you ask for it? I've been wondering how long it takes for Aurora to place a new building.
not doomed if sevika had 0.01% less pride 👀
[He wants his forge. Talis iconography and all.]
gonna have to invent a get along shirt for sevika and viktor rip
Hm. Enough time to draw out what you'll need and write down anything I think you might not know about. You'll let me know when it finally shows up?
after he makes one for silco and vander
[He even gives a polite little bow of his head. Instinctual, but this is forming in his mind as a 'job' and he likes that. Helping someone by building something has always been his goal.]
an impossible task
[ Now she will turn and head for the dressing room. ]
I'm getting out of this. It's fun to pretend, but fancy doesn't suit me.
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[He gives a shrug.]
You never know, could be useful.
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[ Sevika can't help but chuckle at that. Honestly, would it? ]
Come on. This much white would survive one night out before getting ruined.
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Hm. We'll see.
[ Now excuse her while she waves her hand in a shooing gesture at Jayce and disappears into the dressing room. ]