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etrayalogs2025-02-14 10:41 am
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Entry tags:
- !mingle log,
- arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- arcane: vander,
- baldurs gate: shadowheart,
- batman wfa: jason todd,
- dc comics: damian wayne,
- detroit become human: connor,
- detroit become human: hank anderson,
- dimension 20: gorgug thistlespring,
- er: robert romano,
- ff7 ever crisis: sephiroth,
- final fantasy vii: cloud strife,
- final fantasy xiv: gaia,
- final fantasy xvi: barnabas tharmr,
- final fantasy xvi: cidolfus telamon,
- genshin impact: kaeya alberich,
- ice age: manny,
- jl gods and monsters: kirk langstrom,
- little mushroom: an zhe,
- mad max: furiosa,
- mad max: max rockatansky,
- marvel comics: dylan brock,
- mcu: peter parker,
- nier: lars,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- person of interest: harold finch,
- person of interest: john reese,
- person of interest: sameen shaw,
- remnant 2: the custodian,
- the sandman: hob gadling,
- xmcu: laura,
- ✘ identity v: ithaqua,
- ✘ marvel comics: felicia hardy,
- ✘ original: shelley lang,
- ✘ the magicians: quentin coldwater
FEBRUARY MINGLE
WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: February 14th - March
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, a mini mission, and some new city features!
NOTES\WARNINGS:
WHEN: February 14th - March
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, a mini mission, and some new city features!
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. In the hospital's lobby are several party tables set out with miscellaneous baked goods: croissants, cookies, breads, cake slices, as well as tea and coffee to accompany them - or hot chocolate, for those who are opposed to the other offerings. Outside the hospital, the last remnants of snow are melting in the sunlight as the weather begins to warm up. It's still chilly enough one might want to put on a coat, but not so cold a jacket is necessary for wandering around without freezing off one's fingers. We hope you enjoy your stay.  ⏵ heroes return ⏴ As the Quantum Rail train glides to a halt, returning passengers step out onto familiar ground - the train station, right where they had initially begun their mission. When exiting the station, their earpieces vibrate, indicating the automatic download of a detailed map which highlights key locations, transit paths, and notable landmarks. As Aurora promised, she had been working on a few renovations around Etraya! A sleek trolley system now winds through Etraya, following clearly marked pathways through the city bubble to make travel across the city smoother. However, the trolley only moves one way, eternally following the loop Aurora has set it on. And because of this, it takes six hours to complete it's loop all the way around. Don't miss your stop! Pets and animals have been returned to their usual preferred areas, some awaiting the arrival of their owners, and others keeping to themselves in the forested areas throughout Etraya. Beyond the small upgrades, things seem relatively unchanged - until one familiar sign catches the eye. One marked by four vertical lines, methodically crossed out one by one: the final slash has now been drawn through. The tally is complete. What it indicates has yet to be made clear, but it has to mean something, right? No one would go through the effort of making an ominous-sounding sign without following through.  ⏵ love in the air ⏴ This Valentines Day, Aurora and the companion bots have opted to try something a little different: they have scattered mystery valentines across the city. Hidden within mailboxes, tucked into cafe menus, slipped under doors, on the outside of high windows for those wall-crawlers to spot. There are countless of these little slips of papers, strewn throughout the city. And within each valentine, is a challenge or gesture to complete. Please feel free to make these up yourselves as long as they fit in with the theme! Some examples include:
While not mandatory, completing five tasks will earn an individual an additional ten points to use towards anything they would like! Each little Valentine is signed "Your Secret Admirer. ♡", and some of them may even be addressed to specific individuals. Don't be surprised, Eddie, if you see one or two that are specifically addressed to you lurking around your collection of chicken friends! And while most of these are harmless, some of the valentines cards come with effects for those who come into contact with the paper. Perhaps they thought it was a piece of garbage, or were just kicking it out of the way rather than intending on taking part. It doesn't matter! They get to join in on the fun, too. Heart Eyes - your pupils literally turn into hearts for a few hours, making it hard to focus on anything other than things (or people) you find attractive. Love-Struck Stammer - You can only speak in poetic compliments or romantic declarations, regardless of whom you're speaking to. Chocolate Bliss - Everything feels good. Simple. Easy. As if there's nothing in the world to concern yourself with. You feel happy, without any concerns or worry. Rose-Tinted Vision - everything looks soft and romantic, as if you're in a romance novel. You know the ones. Magnetic Attraction - regardless of what you had been doing, you suddenly find yourself unable to leave the side of the person closest to you. Had you been eating chocolates while walking down the street? Well, have fun getting stuck to the guy who'd been out for a jog! Serenade Syndrome - you find it impossible to resist the urge to sing your words, turning all conversations into love ballads. Heartstrings - A thread appears, connecting you to someone close by who you share many similarities too. Perhaps you had never met this person before, but the threads tied around your pinky fingers that refuse to let go until you allow yourself to open up to them clearly means you should be a little more familiar with them. Love is in the air—or maybe just a bit of well-intended chaos! 💕 Welcome back from the mission, and welcome to Etraya for our newcomers! We've tried to keep this log simple for an easy introduction, as well as some downtime for our mission-goers who worked hard to solve the Quantum Rail mystery. There is something else going on, but. . . well, no one seems to know what! The computer that had been on the lower floor of the hospital is now missing, and Aurora may seem a little flustered as she flits around Etraya, in search of something. 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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Raggedly thing, this man. His clothes look like they've been sewed back together over and over again, with dirt-stained leather and mix-matched boots. A sore thumb in the midst of a place where anything within reason can be offered. It's why he looks at Dylan like he's got two heads. Scoffing, he takes a bite that includes the green stem of the tomato, and chews it without a second thought.]
Don't have anything to offer them.
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He's lived in a post-apocalyptic timeline before. It had been a world shrouded in darkness. Ooze and rot had drenched the remnants of civilization. Money had given way to bartering there, too. He has no way of knowing the dry, barren wasteland Max hails from, but he can at least glean something familiar about it.
Dylan shrugs. He sounds less annoyed when he speaks, but his tone is still flat. ]
I'll treat you. Just this once.
[ Covering a $0 bill is still technically treating, right? ]
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But the thing is, Max would benefit from hearing from the people of Etraya, as much as it pains him to ever consider anything remotely social. The more he can gauge from this place's inhabitants and how they function in their own little bubble here... it could benefit him in the long run. Could show him how to play the system, or get the most out of it at the least.
It's just so hard to do talk, when you're also contending with the fact that you'd rather spend days mumbling at a car than to interact with another living person. He looks at the dumpster, then to the boy. Could be a trap. Real obvious one, if this were back home.
But this kid also looks kind of puny, enough that he's sure he can knock his lights out and leave if the situation calls for it. And -- food. Food speaks to him. Food has been his driving force on hundreds upon hundreds of occasions before. With a grunt, he nods toward the diner.
It translates to: Fine, but you better not be pulling anything*.
(*Or I'll shoot you in the leg.)]
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He leads Max inside, picking a booth by a window near the entrance and looking over a menu. A helper robot is swiftly at the table, cheerfully requesting their orders. Dylan doesn't match their energy, purposely trying to look disinterested to give off a cooler vibe. ]
Order whatever you want.
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He holds a lot of tension in his shoulders, this guy. When the bot wanders over, Max's hand clenches into a fist where it's sitting on the table. Under the table, the other hand clutches the worn rubber grip of his handgun. It seems like he's going to mad-dog the poor robot the whole time until Dylan speaks up.
He finally snaps his gaze back to Dylan.]
Hh?
[The english language has never been so absent in a reply.]
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But he'd at least like to see this through, if only to try and get more info on what his deal is. Gently, Dylan taps on the laminated menu placemat in front of him, motioning toward the one at Max's table setting. ]
The menu. You can choose what food you want.
[ Thank god it has pictures. It saves him the trouble of asking a question like "Can you read?" ]
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Pick something.
[But after a moment, he sighs a breath and taps his finger on the first picture that he notes on the menu. Just some sandwich or something — it all looks good, but he's made it a point in life not to assume he's getting to eat until the food is right in front of him. The reason might be more obvious the longer Dylan is able to study him, like a bug under a scope: his scarf doesn't hide the gauntness of his neck, of his cheekbones. Max has always been more broad in stature — Dylan would know, being around Eddie, anyway — but this version? Seems underfed.
Wherever he came from, he's certainly spent some time being hungry. Hungry and under threat of something, judging by the scars scattered across his hands, his scalp, his cheekbone. The bristles of his stubble are golden blonde from being sun-bleached.
... Many differences in a familiar face. A face that stares at Dylan skeptically.]
Your food isn't rationed yet. Would make stockpiles, if I were you.
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Hell, Etraya did start withholding. Were they not just trapped in a train with a strictly-enforced caste system? Who's to say that won't happen again?
It doesn't hurt to be prepared, at least.
Dylan looks thoughtful, then nods. ]
I'll keep that in mind.
[ The robot waiter returns, bringing two tall glasses of water before disappearing again. Dylan pulls out his phone and scrolls through his photos. ]
Listen... when you got here, I called you the wrong name. I think you ought to know there's someone else here who looks a lot like you.
[ He sets his phone down on the table, face-up, with a photo on display of a man who looks a hell of a lot like Max with a few key differences. He's scruffy, but his clothes are in good condition, and he looks well-fed. It's a candid shot, clumsily holding a chef knife as he tries to chop a fresh green cabbage, other ingredients strewn about him as he tries to put together a Healthy MealTM because that's what good fathers do. (It had tasted pretty okay!)
For emphasis, Dylan grabs the shiny chrome napkin holder and slides it next to the phone, tilting it up a bit to reflect Max's face back at him. ]
1/2
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He focuses on the photo instead — not before picking up the glass of whatever and drinking it in big gulps instead. Once half of it has vanished, he can properly reflect on the fact that there's some asshole in this town who looks like him. A lot like him. Maybe if he weren't baked by the sun and beaten to hell every which way, or tormented by decades of violence and death and everything in-between. It's funny. Not really in a ha-ha way, but funny.
Alternate universe kind of funny.]
'Eddie', huh?
[He remembers the name. He always puts things to memory, in case it bites him in the ass later.]
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[ He slides the napkin holder back & returns his phone to his hoodie pocket. ]
So what should I call you instead?
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He shrugs at the question.]
Pick something.
[Said in the exact same tone and lack of care as earlier, when he'd been asked to select something, anything, from the menu.]
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He looks Max over thoughtfully. The man gives off some feral vibes, like a stray dog who had spent its life fighting to survive. ]
How about Rover?
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... However...]
Heard worse.
['Catdog' is significantly worse; at least this is a name. A common pet's name, but a name. Shockingly, Max has no objections. Rover it is! And Rover is starving. He needs something to distract himself from the sudden gurgling his stomach is doing.]
Who're you?
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I'm Dylan.
[ See how easy that was? Release name, and there is far less risk of being named after a dog. ]
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Hn. That guy your dad?
[He points toward the pocket where Dylan's phone went. Truthfully, he's mostly trying to scout out more information about that dirty face-snatcher (derogatory). But. Being social is apparently something people prefer out of him, even if he's as rusty as an eradiated tin can from the 80's.]
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He's got my dad's name, and kind of a similar history. But we're from different worlds and where he's from, he doesn't have a son.
[ How much of Etraya's weirdness are you willing to learn about today, Rover? ]
cw: hallucinations, allusions to a deceased child
[That's bizarre, but... well. This place is bizarre. It is what it is, in the same vein that he's got a literal doppelganger. As Dylan explains, Max's eyes drift slowly, the soft babbling of a ghost drawing him toward the empty seat beside the blonde teenager. A blurry-faced babe knocks around a doll made out of washcloth; Max remembers watching Jessie curse to herself softly, when she'd been trying to figure out how to make it.
Sprog screams shrilly in delight from a round space where a mouth could be, and Max's jaw twitches before he looks at Dylan again.]
... Don't have one either.
But. Doubt we have much in common.
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You're probably right. No offense, but you look like you've been through hell. Maybe you have been, I don't know.
Eddie... he's been through some stuff, too. I can tell. He worries a lot. I try not to give him more reasons to be worried.
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Thumbing at a callous on his palm, he hums.]
You want to stop giving him reasons, you should probably stop talking to strangers eating trash.
[Stranger danger, and all of that. If anything, it's a more important rule than it ever has been. He's used to kids being used as battle fodder, child brides, food — you name it, and a kid has suffered for it. Dylan at least looks old enough to fight back, so that's good; Max is a little tired of seeing children dying in his lifetime.]