[WORLD ONE | OCTOBER INTRO LOG]

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Who: The new coven members and old blood
Where: In and around the hub island
When: Day 92
Open/Closed: Open to All

All characters are told briefly what their powers are by Genette -- no extemporaneous details. For instance, if your character has the ability to detect lies, they'll be told as such -- no warning about limitations, repercussions or the like. They'll also be given a variant of this letter so they aren't totally ignorant of the situation -- though of course adapt this letter to the current setting and surroundings of the game.

This setting may be familiar to you -- maybe you caught a glimpse of it when you first visited. Maybe this is your first time experiencing this weird world and the panic is setting in. If you're totally lost, a tall human woman with a long scroll of paper will stop by to give you the run down. She'll also give you a letter, which may give you more questions than answers since the information is a wee out of date. (Maybe someone else can fill in some gaps for you). What is at first painfully obvious is that you're ill-equipped. Any magic or powers you had previously are suddenly replaced with an empty hole in your being. That's not all that's gone, but perhaps that's what's most pressing. Another thing you may notice is that there are others just like you, wandering around and just as confused. If you feel so inclined, you may want to ask around and see if anyone else knows what's up. A ▢ If one of your characters isn't looking to introduce themselves to others, someone's willing to do it for them. Genette is trying to make sure all newbies are accounted for and have a buddy, so she's grabbing them when she finds them and tossing them at the first coven member she sees. "Hi, so-and-so, this is so-and-so! They're new, so show them the ropes -- be friends, okay?" You get the gist. Your character may be paired up with another newbie, a seasoned character or both! Five times, even! Timelines in RPing are weird! B ▢ Let's say that instead of milling about and doing nothing entirely productive, your character has decided to try and venture off to find a way off this huge floating rock. That's nice -- but be warned that the forest is filled with interesting things. For instance, they've happened to find a hollowed out tree that happens to be where a hoard of land crabs are living. They move fast -- run quick! C ▢ Other characters may want to establish shelter before they do anything else -- and that's their right! The problem is that if your character wants to be well-supplied, they're going to have to do things for themselves. There's something of an assembly line set up, but not a lot has been done in way of making things workable. Genette wanted all new coven members to have a little food parcel to take to their hut, but time constraints, you know? If you want any food for now -- or for later -- you may want to cook some of this (poisonous) eel, salt some boar jerky or cut into one of these rabbits. You've also got some berries to eat in the meantime, if you want something simple!

By the time afternoon sets in, everyone should be a little more adjusted -- or, they should at least be a little more aware of the situation. From there, things still need to be done and exploring is always an option! D ▢ For those characters who want to stick around the base camp, there's something worthwhile in discovering the buildings around the area. One such building is the mansion, which contains extra supplies and a renovated kitchen. The kitchen is now functional with electricity and running water, with a few raw ingredients for making whatever your character would like. It's minimal, but also not totally useless. E ▢ If you mill about too long, you'll be put to work. Run into Genette and you'll be sent to pick western part of the island to look for strawberries, wheat and deer (good luck hunting if your character doesn't have the capabilities, but maybe someone else can help?). Run into Genette and she'll offer your character an ax to chop wood with (is this a wise idea? probably not), or a request to go fishing in either a stream or the ocean attached to the island on the eastern side. Or your character can do both if they so choose...? F ▢ With all of these new people milling about, telepathy is on the fritz again. At least, it certainly is for those who are new! Your character may not realize their broadcasting frustrations to the network, or maybe a stupid secret. Their mental filter is certainly broken, but that's at least a great conversation starter. Night finally falls on the exhausting day, and it's time to rest. Thankfully the island is beautiful at night, especially the sky. The night is filled with space worms, relaxing mist and wondrous sights in the stars. G ▢ Adding to the excitement of the beautiful night, Genette has set up something of a...talent show? In an effort to get new coven members acclimated with their magic, she's asked them all to use their magic in some way -- it may take a volunteer, or maybe they can show it off all on their own. In any case, show me what you got. H ▢ Of course, some characters aren't going to be up for this fancy display and will want to go about their own business. There are plenty of places to sit and stew on this island, both private and in plain sight. The stars are spectacularly bright, and the higher up your character gets the less it seems like night time. If they're lucky, they may catch sight of a shooting star, though it's of course much larger than usual. They're directly in space, after all! I ▢ Wildcard! How will your character interact with this new and unusual world?

Comments

yorha type A no. 2 (A2) | nier: automata

[precedents]

[ A2 is no stranger to being placed in entirely new situations where she doesn't belong and is left to figure out what to do on her own. it was the same back on her earth and it's the same here, sticking out like a sore thumb with her exposed chassis and bright white hair. the letter given to her is disregarded in favor of observing the sheer amount of what seem to be humans around her, a sight she'd never thought she'd ever see. humans were always more of a concept, something to protect, to fight for and serve; a lie to perpetuate the fruitless war they were all caught in.

there's a surge in her systems, a spark in her circuitry, and A2's hands clench briefly into fists, feeling lost for the first time in her existence. ]

( A )

[ but first: introductions.

A2's build ran more on the slighter end compared to the newer yorha models, but it doesn't change the fact that she's still nearly 300lbs of mechanical wiring, so the grabbing and tossing at new people thing doesn't exactly go as well as planned. A2 doesn't protest, however, whenever genette pulls someone over to introduce.

actually, she doesn't say much of anything at all, simply standing there and staring at the other person intently as if trying to figure them out. it's almost like she's never seen an actual person before.

... well. you're not wrong. ]

( E )

[ it's not like androids need to eat and A2 doesn't know the first thing about cooking, so naturally, she gets stuck with hunting and gathering supplies. A2 doesn't bother with the offered ax (who needs it when you've got your own set of bracers and sword anyway?) and sets off on her own shortly.

and maybe you'll run into her in the forest, cutting down a tree in a single strike without even breaking a sweat. or maybe you'll run into her on her way back, a deer carcass held easily over one shoulder as she hauls it back to camp. just don't mind the minor blood spatter on what's left of her clothes or in her hair, or on the sword she's carrying. ]

You know how to clean this, right?

[ that's to you while she lets the carcass drop with a heavy thud on the ground. the logs she'd gathered before are placed in small piles off to the side, but she has no idea how to clean a deer carcass, unfortunately. it's actually intact upon further inspection; a clean slit across its throat is the only indication of there being any sort of wound. ]

( H )

[ after spending most of the past three years wandering the earth alone with only the company of Machines and the occasional boar, the sudden influx of people all around her is still something she hasn't gotten used to yet. there's too much noise, too many things going on, so A2 opts to wander off on her own.

the rougher terrain doesn't really bother her and she scales the side of a cliff to sit on the edge, feet dangling over the side. she's not too far from the talent show happening below that she can't still watch what's going on, but she's far enough that one may have to actually look in order to find her. not that A2 minds, the light from the stars bouncing off her hair probably give away her location easily enough.

A2 doesn't know if these are the same stars she'd watched every night for the past three years, but she's seen this view enough times back on her world for it to bring about some sense of familiarity. she had made her own purpose back then, despite having lost so much, and she supposes that's the only thing she can do here. ]

( wildcard )

[ feel free to hit me up at ramparts or pm me if you wanna hash something else out! i'm down for anything. ]

H

[deem]

[It's a good vantage point that A2 finds, though not one that makes her difficult for a Scanner to find. The thing is, 9S didn't go looking for her on purpose. Rather, he thought to leave early and return to some projects that he had been working on, since there are more than a few he needs to take care of while they're on this island. And they don't know when they're leaving either.

So when he comes across her he simply halts, indecisive as to whether he ought to say something or not. As a combat model, A2 is no doubt aware that someone has approached her, but he debates with himself still yet. Does he want to greet her, or should he, even? Though when they first crossed paths he'd offered maintenance should she require it (and an older model likely would require more, he'd suppose), their history is a long and tortured one.

She's not the only android he's died at the hands of, however. That's not really what fills him with leaden unease. Rather, it's those last moments in that last life of fighting and killing and being killed. And so, he simply watches her, thought routines going in useless circles.

The Windows loadwheel is getting a run for its money]

[precedents]

[ A2 is aware the moment he reached her, though she doesn't move from her seated position: feet still dangling off the edge, leaning back against her hands. easy, relaxed. this isn't their first encounter since reactivation, but their history spreads out between them; a rift that still needs to be bridged, if he so chooses. and maybe he did when he'd offered maintenance, something that she wasn't expecting at first and still doesn't. but it's a start, it's something, and A2 doesn't take it for granted.

she lets the silence stretch for a few more moments. but when it seems he isn't going to say anything, she does it for him instead, gaze still on the stars above them when she speaks. ]

Need something?

[ not from her, probably. it's likely he didn't come here looking for her anyway, but it's an offer to help him, should he want it. ]

[deem]

[Does he need something? 9S lingers there, indecisive, the silence feeling heavier by the moment. He knows that he ought to answer, but he wonders if there's something that he should say rather than the plain truth of it.

In the end, he supposes that as Julius said, it was simplest to be honest... And it's not so hard with something relatively simple. There's so much he still yet chooses to avoid]

Just...passing by. [He pauses for a moment, shifts his weight uneasily, and presses on] Why aren't you with the others down there?

[Why hold herself apart? She's just as attached to mankind as him or 2B, so there must be a reason]

a

[fastpaced]

[ she almost certainly hasn't ever seen a person like this before. For his part, Sonic looks a little chagrined at being dragged around like this - he can make friends on his own, thanks, and he actually says as much to Genette once she's dropped him off here. Unlike A2, he's pretty much the perfect size to be picked up and moved around - meaning this probably isn't the first person he's been shoved at. He sighs in exasperation, shaking his head and scratching one ear absently. ]

Sheesh. She sure is pushy, isn't she? [ it's not immediately obvious by looking at her that she isn't human, but he can at least tell that she's feeling out of sorts in this place - pretty understandable, if he's being honest. He's the sympathetic type. So he puts on a smile and holds out his hand for a handshake. ] The name's Sonic. I know this is all pretty weird, but it'll get straightened out. Promise!

[precedents]

[ definitely not. A2's experiences with the local wildlife back home are mostly limited to boards and moose, not small talking blue hedgehogs. not that she's actually seen a hedgehog before so this is overall very strange and new.

but anyway. sonic is holding out his hand and A2 sort of just, stares at it for a moment, before leaning down and taking it in her own, grasping it carefully. her first handshake. ]

... Sure.

[ A2 doesn't really mind either way; it's weird, but definitely not the worst situation to be in. his optimism is nice, at least. ]

[fastpaced]

[ the quiet type, huh... good thing he's talkative. He gives her a confident handshake, seeming unperturbed by her cool attitude. She's not panicking at the sight of him, which puts her above some other people he's run into here, at least... ]

What should I call you?

E

[allconsumed]

[Velvet is also out on a hunt when she runs into A2 carrying her deer. The sword is the first thing that catches her eye; it's definitely not a make she recognizes, but it looks like it could get the job done – and did, with the blood and the carcass as evidence.

She doesn't expect the deer to be dumped at her feet. The forwardness rubs her the wrong way, even though she doesn't tend to waste time with pleasantries herself. Velvet inspects the carcass before she answers, noting how the deer was killed. A slit throat? Kiiind of weird.

Her eyes lift to meet A2's and she frowns.]

Try asking nicely.

[precedents]

[ A2 returns the frown with her own, though with one that seems slightly more confused. the question wasn't a command so much as an affirmation or a clarification; A2's mostly operated on orders most of her life and never really had the luxury of pleasantries. you give a weapon trajectory, not autonomy.

but she will lean down to pick up the deer again after velvet inspects it. ]

If you don't, I'll bring it to someone else.

[allconsumed]

[Order or not, Velvet is wired to respond belligerently. There's another short inspection, this time of A2. Normal folks don't hunt by cutting throats, nor can they sling a dead deer around like its a sack of potatoes. All of that strength packed into a small frame reminds her of another coven member, but she won't jump to any conclusions.]

That's going to be harder than just saying "please."

[Velvet's pride is a bit wounded now, which is silly, but so it goes. A2 didn't even technically ask her to do the cleaning, though Velvet has already assumed that's why she dropped the carcass in the first place.]

h.

[apatheia]

[2B doesn't exactly go looking for A2, but she's not surprised to see her away from the crowds yet still relatively close by. It can be overwhelming, the sheer amount of life there is here. She felt the same in Aimintas, and with the Palai there as well, it was perhaps even livelier. After all this time, you'd think she would've adjusted to the presence of so many by now, but it was still a strange thing.

It's still a strange thing to see A2 in general, too. Things aren't necessarily hostile between them, or even bad, but it's... strange. Awkward, is probably the best way to describe it. Honestly, she doesn't even know if it's appropriate to approach her. A2 really might just want to be alone, away from everyone. Still, there's some part of her that thinks maybe she doesn't want to completely be alone. She could easily do so if she wanted to after all, but instead she's here still nearby everyone. Sometimes it's nice to just have company.

If not, well, she can just as easily leave. She doesn't think there's any harm in trying at least.]

... They look very different compared to the view from the Bunker. [It's obvious in hindsight of course, and A2 wouldn't have even been there in years, but she thinks she would remember.]

[precedents]

[ it's awkward, but as far as reunions go, hers and 2B's could have been worse. she doesn't have the same history of violence with 2B as she did with 9S, and in many ways, it makes things a little simpler. easier.

A2 doesn't move from her spot when 2B addresses her, leaned back on her hands as she stares at the night sky. the stars are so impossibly bright, brighter than the view from the bunker, brighter than even her first night at pearl harbor, surrounded by what was left of her squadron and the resistance. ]

... Yeah. [ it's been a long time since she'd been to the bunker, it almost feels like a lifetime ago instead of three years. ] Not much to see up there anyway.

[ she was alone on earth, but the surface was different than the bunker. more vibrant and more colorful, even if she never really allowed herself the chance to appreciate it. ]

[apatheia]

[She only nods in response, adding:] There's a lot to see here though.

[Aside from the vibrancy of nature here, humans have been a never-ending surprise. There's always something they have to say or do that she couldn't have imagined in a million years.]

h

[talim]

[ jude instantaneously recognizes her; not her as a person, but her as an android. she has the same color eyes as 2b and 9s, the same color hair, even. the only things really missing are both the goggles and the uniform.

he doesn't even think about it when he walks up to her, acting on impulse alone just as he so often does. when he speaks, though, his voice is tentative and soft, careful not to startle her. ]

The stars are nice, aren't they?

[ he doesn't know what else to open with. he doesn't know anything about this person aside from the fact that he wants to know more. ]

[precedents]

[ A2 registers the moment he approaches her, though she remains seated, gaze still directed towards the night sky above. ]

It's been a long time since I've seen them.

[ she remembers her first time seeing it years ago, camped outside with the resistance and what was left of her squadron. though it has been a while, the memory is still fresh, warm with the hope she still had back then. ]

They weren't this bright.

[talim]

2B told me something similar, when we watched the stars together. How seeing them from the Bunker just wasn't the same.

[ was the bunker a2's home, too? so many questions, but he can't just come out and ask. he might know a thing or two about androids, but surely a2 doesn't know a single thing about him. ]

I can't imagine.

a.

[argenteums]

[ He's usually used to checking people out a lot more than he gets checked out. Probably because he's busy looking through his camera lens, more often than not... which he is doing now. Hells, if he's going to be stuck and brought to a new place, he may as well have some evidence so that he can show Ignis and everyone ... if he finds them.

It's why he's busy clicking away, and so glad he has a fully charged battery on him- though as he turns his camera, he pauses as he comes face to face with- ]

Woah!

[ A pretty lady? Woah. He stumbles a bit dramatically, backing up a bit before pausing. Why is she staring...

He stares back for a moment, then lifts a nervous hand in greeting. ]

H-Hi? Something the matter, miss?

[precedents]

[ he's loud, is the first thing A2 thinks when he notices her, watching the way he stumbles and backs up just from her looking at him. maybe a little jittery too. not that she realizes that staring at people like that probably is a little unsettling. ]

Nothing. [ she tilts her head briefly, shifting her weight and resting a hand on her hip. her stance is loose and open, a sign of neutrality in a small attempt to assuage his nerves. she nods at the camera in his hands. ] What's that?

[ she has an idea of what it is; A2 doesn't have the same knowledge the scanner models do of old world tech, but androids are capable of the same functions. it's just already built into them. ]

[argenteums]

[ His animated reactions are totally a thing, but there's also the fact that she's incredibly pretty- almost inhumanly so, which makes him both doubly attentive and a little wary. That much prettiness shouldn't exist, right? He's not doing any better at not staring, so it's a good thing she asks her question, before he quickly turns to look at it and then back at her-

Oh. The camera, not-

Right. Different worlds. He quickly grins. ]

Er, this- it's a camera, Miss! You've... never seen one before? It takes pictures...

[ Now's not the time to get tongue-tied, Prompto!! ]

You know what those are, right?

e

[splinten]

[Oh cool, a robot with a deer carcass. Dirk brings out his katana, which is still ridiculously hardy, for the task.]

Yeah, thanks.

[He makes a few starting slices and then—Oh right. Introductions. he always forgets.]

I'm Dirk. Hey.

[precedents]

[ cool. a human with a katana. A2 just watches him work, mostly just to see how he does it. it's never a bad thing to learn by observation, and if they're going to be stuck here for a while, well. it's good to know. ]

A2. [ and a beat, then: ] Hey.

E

[dawninglight]

[she can't help but stare at the deer carcass for a moment, stunned by the bluntness at which it was dropped at her feet. but the surprise is quickly shaken off as she sets to work looking for a knife big enough to cut into the deer's hide.]

I...Yes, I should be able to clean it, give me a little bit of time. That was quick work.

sorry for the delay!

[precedents]

[ normally, A2 would just offer her her sword, but she has a feeling that might not go over very well. ]

I didn't have anything else to do.

[ once yonah secures a knife, A2 lowers herself to a crouch next to her to watch. she's never had any reason to clean a carcass before, and if she's going to be here for a while, she might as well learn something new. ]

h

[lefthandfree]

[He’s bad with crowds. Not shy, not fearful, just bad, never knowing the right way to present himself or be, even if what comes naturally does feel like just that, natural. That’s how he finds himself out here, a good place to watch, a good place to exist without needing to think about who he’s supposed to be in front of all these strangers. He’s not ungrateful for the lack of recognition, that he doesn’t need to worry of his identity becoming anything of a detriment or warning to the people here. But even as convenient as it is, he finds himself shaken, conflicted in a way he can’t quite describe.

He’d trekked the long way around and hadn’t quite realized that while he had been taking his time that someone else has come and taken his planned perch though, so when he reaches his destination and finds the spot taken, he pauses mid-step and steps back.]

Oh, sorry. I didn’t... I thought no one else would be up here.

[It’s the polite thing to do, right? Apologize. For whatever reason, he isn’t sure he’s displeased with the young woman’s presence though, something about having distanced himself so much since arriving here that it’s almost relieving to have an encounter with someone who at least thought to come up to a quiet, lonely place like this too.]

[precedents]

[ A2 registers the moment he approaches though she remains seated, leaned back on her hands and gaze still directed towards the night sky above. the stars are so impossibly bright; brighter than the view from the bunker, brighter than even her first night at pearl harbor, surrounded by what was left of her squadron and the resistance. something surges in her systems and she barely registers his apology, finally looking over her shoulder to him.

she considers him for a moment, maybe a little longer than he might be used to, but there's nothing malicious about it. she's still processing the fact that there are humans here, that they talk to her, and would be interested in her opinion. she doesn't think she'll get used to it for a while. ]

You don't have to apologize. I don't own this spot.

[ he seems quiet, likely wanting to find a place to get away from the crowd like she did, and well. she understands. two's company, three's a crowd; she's not one for idle chatter, but she doesn't mind sitting in silence with a stranger, despite how interesting they may seem.

eventually, she draws her knees up and shifts a little to her side. a quiet invitation for him to sit, should he take it. ]