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etrayalogs2025-05-07 08:55 pm
hexcope) wrote in etrayalogs2025-05-07 08:55 pm
(OPEN) TROLLEY REPAIR MINGLE?!
WHO: Anyone!
WHEN: Right after this post.
WHERE: Etrazim (Snake Island) and Farway, surrounding areas by the blue trolley line.
WHAT: Fixing the trolley car and tracks!
NOTES\WARNINGS: None so far, but users should write their CW warnings in their subject lines.
The blue trolley sits a short distance away from the train tracks, upright and derailed but at least not destroyed. The interior could use some help, and the exterior is covered in dings, and at least a few large dents in the outer shell, along with more scratches made by claws or talons. The worst problem is that it’s for some reason, located on Snake Island, making it inaccessible unless someone decides to brave the dangers of thousands of deadly snakes.
The rails are in bad shape too, considering that whatever giant rocks were being thrown around (and for some reason, show no trace of remaining), they’ve left craters along the tracks, making the rails uneven, and in some places, outright splitting the metal in half so the track is useless without some proper welding.
And there’s Jayce, in a clean white shirt with orderly buttons, but his hair is not nicely done as it could be. He’s standing nearby the station, which also has suffered some damage, but not in a way that would stop a train from running if it was fixed, and so it’s not a priority of his. He holds a little clipboard, a pen, and is writing down some notes when people begin to arrive.
“Hey, thanks for offering to help with this. There’s four tasks we need done.” Jayce clicks the pen, and turns his clipboard over to show who he’s speaking to the numbered list.
“One, clear the rubble and debris. Anything that could get in the way of the trolley should be moved at least twenty meters away. Two, any craters and pits need to be filled, with dense materials. No sand, no loose dirt. Three, we need an inspection of the tracks, and in places where it’s cracked, we need those to be cut out, reforged, welded back into place, and sanded until smooth. Finally, we need the trolley inspected, make sure the wheels aren’t dented, out of their alignment, or too loose, and then put back onto the tracks. Ideally, not on Snake Island. So someone who can “lift” it out of there, that’d be best. And if you feel like fixing the cushions or scratches, that’s fine, but not a priority. An ugly trolley car still moves.” Jayce gives half a shrug, and takes back his clip board.
“I don’t care how you do it, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, or make things worse,” and he gives a little ‘do what you will’ wave before he starts looking at the tracks that were split to assess how bad it is.
[OOC: I won't be tagging every thread, so feel free to post your own top levels and tag each other around!]
WHEN: Right after this post.
WHERE: Etrazim (Snake Island) and Farway, surrounding areas by the blue trolley line.
WHAT: Fixing the trolley car and tracks!
NOTES\WARNINGS: None so far, but users should write their CW warnings in their subject lines.
The blue trolley sits a short distance away from the train tracks, upright and derailed but at least not destroyed. The interior could use some help, and the exterior is covered in dings, and at least a few large dents in the outer shell, along with more scratches made by claws or talons. The worst problem is that it’s for some reason, located on Snake Island, making it inaccessible unless someone decides to brave the dangers of thousands of deadly snakes.
The rails are in bad shape too, considering that whatever giant rocks were being thrown around (and for some reason, show no trace of remaining), they’ve left craters along the tracks, making the rails uneven, and in some places, outright splitting the metal in half so the track is useless without some proper welding.
And there’s Jayce, in a clean white shirt with orderly buttons, but his hair is not nicely done as it could be. He’s standing nearby the station, which also has suffered some damage, but not in a way that would stop a train from running if it was fixed, and so it’s not a priority of his. He holds a little clipboard, a pen, and is writing down some notes when people begin to arrive.
“Hey, thanks for offering to help with this. There’s four tasks we need done.” Jayce clicks the pen, and turns his clipboard over to show who he’s speaking to the numbered list.
“One, clear the rubble and debris. Anything that could get in the way of the trolley should be moved at least twenty meters away. Two, any craters and pits need to be filled, with dense materials. No sand, no loose dirt. Three, we need an inspection of the tracks, and in places where it’s cracked, we need those to be cut out, reforged, welded back into place, and sanded until smooth. Finally, we need the trolley inspected, make sure the wheels aren’t dented, out of their alignment, or too loose, and then put back onto the tracks. Ideally, not on Snake Island. So someone who can “lift” it out of there, that’d be best. And if you feel like fixing the cushions or scratches, that’s fine, but not a priority. An ugly trolley car still moves.” Jayce gives half a shrug, and takes back his clip board.
“I don’t care how you do it, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, or make things worse,” and he gives a little ‘do what you will’ wave before he starts looking at the tracks that were split to assess how bad it is.
[OOC: I won't be tagging every thread, so feel free to post your own top levels and tag each other around!]
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It sounds like it bothers you.
[And this time, not broadcast outloud on purpose necessarily, but stream of consciousness. Maybe there's a way to stop it. Telepathy isn't even remotely anything I've studied, though. Would need to know more how it works.]
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(Note to self, tell him nothing else about it.)
Let's get to work?
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More like you get to work, Ms. Telekinesis. My part's just oversight, right now.
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Her TK is not as great as the other's, she lacks the fine control, but she can lift the rubris with ease from tracks, move a thing or two out of the way, alas.)
Good luck to you, then. I'll be going and I'll call you if I need anything.
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[Wait a second.]
You're saying I owe you now?
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No, I'm saying if I need your oversight, I'll let you know. What the fuck?
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[Not everyone's trying to get something out of you, Talis, calm down.]
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(She will definitely charge him just for that comment down the line.)
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(But wait, interesting topic.
Also, just imagine how much worse she could get, Jayce, if she thinks she gets bitchy.)
Who's trying to murder you, anyway?
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[Because you look like a baby.]
People from my world, mostly.
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(For all he knows!!)
Deserved or nah?
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Loaded question. Do you ask everyone who's been attacked if maybe they were asking for it?
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I deserved one of them.
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Wanna tell me while I do this? Promise I won't go digging into your brain.
(Eeeeeeeeh.)
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[Because the longer he talks about it, the more he'll think about it, and now he's trying to guard where his mind goes a little more.]
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(The sunglasses are to her face, and she's going to start moving rubris away from the tracks. Her TK, well, not amazing. She's probably the worst telekinetic in the list of mutants in Etraya, but Julian's been pushing her to practice, so. She's here, mostly for that.
Pink energy surrounds the pieces she's moving, and she shrugs.)
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... Why's it pink?
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There's no need to use gestures or anything like it, but she does anyway, if anything it helps her focus her intent, so her fluttering fingers lift the rocks before a swipe of her hand thows them to the side.)
It's just my kinetic signature. Pretty common. What were you expecting?
(Herself, Jean, Quentin, so, three out of the other five telekinetics in this place.)
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Or sometimes it's also just blue.
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(Look at her, asking questions like a normal person.)
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The arcane is the inherent magic present in any world. It can touch anything, anyone. It's a force of nature, like the wind. Mages are people who can use and manipulate magic through the nature of their birth. Sometimes it's a byproduct of their parents, or environment.
[He raises an eyebrow, as if implying something, but otherwise doesn't say anything else about it.]
The full extent of it is still under study, since mages tend to keep it clandestine amongst themselves and other mages. But I'm a researcher of it, specifically.
cw... racism????? x-men themes??? i don't know how to cw this
Gee, can't wonder why.
(Let her guess, they're dangerous and scary, like she hasn't heard that one before. Although it does seem like their shit is up for grabs, differently from her own. Huh. Feelings undecided. Guess as long as he doesn't try to study them, what does she care.)
Any luck?
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My partner and I developed a new type of technology that can harness arcane power for every day use. In my world, it's revolutionary.
[Maybe talking himself up a little much. But... he's proud of it. It's one of the only things he can be proud of, these days.]
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