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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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she immediately has a soft spot for the girl instantaneously. )
Yeah I guess he was trying to say it was very popular back then.
( as she took the piece of candy, a small 'squeaking' sound could be heard from inside of heather's shirt. at this point she's so used to her rat friend, she doesn't comment on it, instead eating the candy. once she finished, she spoke up again. )
I'm Heather by the way, are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around.
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I was here before -- many months ago. But then I left.
[She is trying so so hard not to disregard Heather for her rat instead. A child's attention span can be bad enough -- but when you've got a lab-grown little girl who has rarely seen animals in person? Totally new ballgame.]
... I don't know why, but they decided I should come back.
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her attention starved pet was already crawling up her blouse and peaking out through the hole in the fancy top. )
Seriously? Did...were you all alone here the first time? What about now?
( although heather was more than eager to distract laura about the stress of being brought back here, she herself was now wondering what this meant for her. for all of them-
because laura was certainly not the first person to claim this was their second time being brought here. )
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People like me were here for a little while. People who knew me.
And -- my father was here. For a little while. But he vanished before me.
[And he's still gone.
But it wouldn't be the first time he's left her to handle things on her own.]
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( that certainly got to her. she immediately walked closer to laura and held her hand out towards her, a soft smile taking over her face. no child should be without their father and although she didn't know the ins and outs of their complex relationship [and how she came to be], she felt a strong urge to protect her. )
It will be okay, everyone here is pretty nice. Say why don't we go and get you another treat? I did kinda eat up your candy after all. This is on me by the way!
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It was nice to see him again, though.
[She wastes no time to take the girl's hand. She's always had a healthy dose of skepticism toward anyone who demonstrates kindness, but when you're able to take someone's head off in a few seconds with your own hands? Kind of makes it easier to accept what seems to be a genuinely kind gesture.
She wasn't used to kind gestures, before Etraya.
Also, she's being offered more food; that's instantly disarming, to be honest.]
What kind of treat?
[HOOK LINE AND SINKER, she is in.]
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Screw it, how about we just go crazy? Chips, ice cream, candy, whatever you want.
( as they held hands, heather began to lead her to a familiar convivence store, doing her best not to stumble in the high heeled boots she was wearing. in the meantime, her rodent friend managed to travel from her chest and down her arm to sneak its nose out of her sleeve and sniff at laura's hand. )
Don't mind him by the way, he's just my pet rat who can't get enough attention.
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No, está bien. I like him.
[She watches him, looking particularly pleased that he's unafraid of her.]
I've never met a rat before.
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( okay, laura was officially part of heather's 'cool people' club which mainly consisted of maria and gorgug, but clearly she was intrigued by the little girl before her. so she decided to use her free hand to lift up her sleeve, allowing him to escape and crawl up laura's arm in turn. )
Well now you get to meet one that does tricks too. Just be careful on giving him too much attention, he won't stop performing until he passes out.
( as they walked, her friend perched up on laura's shoulder and remained there, almost seeming to wait for the perfect time to perform a trick. his fur was white and brown, and he was on the smaller side of things. )
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[Which... is not wrong. It's leaving out some pretty key notes, but it's the truth! Laura smiles and lets the rat do whatever it pleases; she's careful to not walk in a way that would make him stumble or fall.]
What kind of tricks?
[She's already a fan and he hasn't done any.]
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unless she was from some bizarre universe that just so happened to have a city like that where the people spoke spanish. )
All kinds really, flips, jumping through hoops, obstacle courses...pretty much anything that gets him attention! If you want, after we get the snacks I can setup a 'stage' for him and you can see for yourself what he can do.
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That sounds fun...! I would like to help make the stage. [Jayce taught her how to be a novice engineer, she's sure she can do make what's needed. Maybe. Hopefully.] We will need treats to give him. For his hard work.
[What do rats like to eat???? Candy????]
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the question was- should they put a pin in it for later on down the line? she wasn't sure when they came, but she was sure a mission was just around the corner. )
Woah hold on a second, let's first get our treats and then we make plans for Mr. Cheese. If you want to help with the stage, then that means we should draw up plans right?
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Oh, but first thing is first; they do have to get treats. Her stomach wouldn't settle for less.]
Treats, then plans.
I have markers from the store. All the colors.
[So she is clearly prepared.]
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( with the store coming into view, heather couldn't help but laugh a bit at that. although they had just met, heather was more than happy to be able to provide a distraction and some form of guidance to this younger person.
in a way it was bittersweet— when she thought about herself at that age, back when she was alessa, she would have loved to have someone looking out for her and protecting her before things became far too dark. )
Well maybe you can teach our little friend a trick or two? He's always eager to learn.
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[She means business about having at least six different shades of green.]
Maybe we can teach him how to draw. [That's an insane ask for a rat, but if it could happen anywhere... Etraya would be it.] ... I am not very good at it yet, but I've been practicing. I'm almost good at drawing horses.
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( it's almost amusing the way her mind immediately began to visualize her pet holding a stub of a crayon, drawing a little piece of cheese. )
Oh wow look at you, and why horses? Are they your favorite animal or something?
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Because they are cute, and they gallop so fast... And they're kind enough to carry slow humans on their backs. If they like them enough.
[She is a horsegirl, Heather. Bonafide. Even her backpack shows signs -- there's a little keychain of a horse there.]
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every little girl was truly a horse girl deep inside and when heather thought about it, she often drew them herself back in those days. marred by bitterness and hatred, their gallops and freedom were truly something to envy.
she smiled down at laura and simply shook her head a bit, a smile creeping onto her lips as they finally reached the shop and she held the door open for the other. )
Fair enough, promise not to gallop like a horse in there? But feel free to go wild with the snacks.
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[She almost sounds bummed about that, as she quickly enters the store.
... And proceeds to make a beeline for the snack aisles. Of course.]
Aurora has to restock this one a lot. Because I eat them all.
[She points to the peach rings.]