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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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[ He nods along, glad that she's been taking advantage of the ability to live as a normal teenage girl. His face scrunches up briefly at the idea that he can live normally. Waving his hand, he dismisses the thought entirely. ]
There are too many things that I need to be doing to just live normally.
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( she's already making a fool of herself walking around in this fit and apologizing to him-
thankfully he's mostly joking and his kind words do keep her from becoming too annoyed with him. )
I know, I know. Just remember, you've always been in charge of your future no matter how you were raised.
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[ He swirls his hands in the air as he gestures as he speaks. ]
I'm aware. [ Vincent squints at her. ] I don't think I've made any decision I didn't want to do. [ As far as he's aware, anyway. ] The society outside of Silent Hill wasn't enjoyable to be part of, Heather.
[ Waving his hand dismissively at the stores they're passing, he carries on. ] None of them would be able to fully fathom or understand anything that we've witnessed and experienced. [ A beat. ] It's why the Order is such a comfort. They know what is real and what is not... save for some lunatics.
[ A shrug. ] But there's no fixing crazy.
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to claudia. yet she can't fully bring herself to dissect or analyze him fully. she knew the answers to her thoughts and questions would come eventually, that was her comfort. )
I know that far too well.
( she said, lifting her eyes towards him. a part of her wanted to tell him that he could confide in her, that he didn't need to rely on that religion but...she wasn't even sure if he'd appreciate it. so she decided to change the topic. )
Where are we heading to anyways?
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[ But he still has a spring in his step as he walks. How could he not? Claudia admitted he was right in the end; it's something he savors even though he had to die in the process - and everything that came afterward.
But a man with no power has to take his wins where he can.
His shoulders shrug as he replies: ]
There's no destination. We're just walking and talking. [ He breathes out. ] For once, there doesn't need to be a place to go... no objective while we wait between our missions.
[ At least for Heather.
His goal remains to ensure that all those who come from his world agree with him in the end.
Ugh, he wonders if that means he might have to ask people if they've ever heard of Silent Hill. Maria is someone who moved to South Ashfield, after all. Just someone who had the misfortune of meeting and dealing with that tourist. If Aurora and Echo are snagging such random people, he might have to actually bring up his town on his own.
Tragic. ]
Catching up, I think, is another way people say that... texting is what it is, but there's something about actually looking at the person when you ask how they are.
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and yet, like a ghost who refused to leave her, she was still wary of vincent. there wasn't as much fighting between them like before, and she even speak more neutrally about him these days. yet it all still felt so strange given that they were on opposite sides not long ago. )
Nothing to do....nowhere to be.
( it's a little thought that slips her lips, pensive as her heels clicked against the dusty road beneath them. somehow she didn't quite believe he could just be without seeking to do anything [after all, maria had told her that he had talked about his religion with her, why wouldn't he do it to others?], but she wouldn't really question him on it. sometimes it was better to let sleeping dogs lie. )
Figured you'd be that kind of person. There's nothing wrong with a quick text or two, although I imagine there aren't many people you're texting around here, right?
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[ He chimes in return, even if he catches that the comment might be more to herself than to him. Whatever. Even in moments like this, when has he been so polite as to pretend someone's mutterings aren't meant for anyone listening? ]
No. There isn't.
[ Vincent readily agrees there isn't anyone that he would text unless he needs something from them (and in turn, he would have something to pay for what he needs). ]
I'm not one for friends. [ He turns his nose up at the idea before using the back of his hand to gently push his glasses up. ] Anyway, I wanted to just give you that advice, Heather. It seems like you're aware already, but still... a reminder isn't terrible once in a while.
Isn't it nice to know someone cares?
going to wrap this one up here ♥
( was she admitting that it was a little boring, a little isolating to be free of the routines of her normal life back home? no alarm bell droning in the morning, no school bus to catch, no dad to pack her lunch, and no going to the mall to fall asleep in?
then again, her definition of normal had been shattered that day claudia and the cult found her once more, rising from the darkness to bring an end to her happy times. )
What a shame about that Vincent, I usually only take advice from friends.
( as they walked, she flipped her own short locks of bleached hair to the side, a more teasing tone to her words. )
I guess I'll make an exception this time, seeing how you care about me enough to warn me.
( because he most certainly was no friend of hers— but not an enemy either anymore. )