JANUARY MINGLE

[etrayamods]

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. For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. ⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

Comments

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver snorts at that. Peace, in his mind, is a myth. One he believed in once, but that he left behind at the grave behind his sister’s cabin. Peace is a ghost best honored and left behind. It certainly wasn’t there in Korengal.

“World ended,” he replies blandly. “People started killing each other with rocks and never quite went back.”

[cantilevers]

Vander was on the fence when it came to peace. It came and it went. It never seemed to last more than a few years, and even in that time, it felt as if it were constantly building to that descension into chaos.

"Yeah, heard that before," he agreed as he hammered a few spikes in. "So everything went to shit and let me guess, people formed loose groups of association to survive."

[fortitudosalutis]

Like before, he shifts to cover Vander's back. Watching the corners and the motion around them, the bots and whatever else might come skulking around. Always, always watching.

You can never be too careful. It's not paranoia if it keeps a body going.

"Something like that," Carver agrees, in that same bland tone. "I stayed with my commander."

[cantilevers]

The tone didn't give much away, if anything. He was aware of Carver continuing to be mindful of his six, and he appreciated the continued support. The robots were also continuing their work.

"Not your whole crew?"

[fortitudosalutis]

"Oh, whole crew was there, too."

Carver snorts.

"We kept the command structure, more or less. Nobody else really had that - structure, discipline. It mattered."

[cantilevers]

"I see. So you all were able to rely on each other. That's important when the world is falling apart."

He didn't think anything of that description was a disadvantage. He wondered if it made being here alone difficult.

"You think anyone from your crew will be scooped up here?"

[fortitudosalutis]

"I would've followed them anywhere," Carver agrees, a little softer, but no less intently. He would've followed them back to Korengal if Pope had asked it of him. He would've done it gladly. "I don't know. But I watch for them every time we get new people in."

[cantilevers]

"Then it's a shame that you've been separated from them to be here," he remarked sympathetically. He could understand that type of loyalty, a brotherhood of sorts. "None of them have appeared yet then?"

[fortitudosalutis]

"No."

Not a one. Carver exhales.

"But I'll hold the line."

He's loyal to whatever end comes.

[cantilevers]

"I appreciate that," he remarked as he stood from his finished rail spike and wiped his hands on his trousers. He picked up the sledge hammer and rested it on his shoulder, looking at Carver.

"I'm about done for now. You gonna stay longer or walk back to town with me?"