thusia | Entries tagged with !!days 110-119

Who: New Arrival and You
When: Day 119, Late Night
Where:Shrines Area
What: Not Being Okay With Things

[Everyone arrives in the Shrine Area, of course. Some people are panicked. Some are angry. Some cry.

And then sometimes, they arrive naked and strapped down to a metal surgical table that is half corroded beneath their head and shoulders, still strapped down with thick leather and steel bands.

There is a moment of silence before the table's legs beneath the corrosion shriek and crack, giving way and collapsing it to the side. The young man on top of it is suddenly snapped into a silent if slightly hysterical struggle to break free of the restraints, being not very successful, though anyone nearby can probably hear the snap of bones and ligaments in his shoulders.

Edit: Also this guy is new and you should touch him too]

didnteventry

Who: Byakuya & Whoever
When: Day 119, night
Where: from the shrines on down to Apt 2H
What:

[You know what's a great thing to do late at night? Carry a pile of blankets as big as you are down several flights of stairs while they block your vision.

You may get bumped into (or fallen into) if you're up and about.]

[ooc: go ahead and use this for a nighttime mingle as well!]

ofstormandsea

Who: Natsume, Kaori, Muirin
When: Day 119, evening
Where: Various!
What:

[ Tonight, a slightly dirty nine-tailed fox is wandering back into HQ and tiredly flopping on the floor because fuck it, had a busy day getting lost like an idiot.

Over in Sparkles, Natsume is groggily waking up and attempting to fix herself some tea while her apartment-mates are probably still out getting conquered by Prussia. Later on, she's probably out in the common room practicing some illusions and still harboring her tiny finch friends.

...and in some kind of self-fulfilling PB prophecy, Muirin is waking up in some dude's basement... Later on, though, one will likely find her tossing some raw meat to her kelpie in the lower floors, drained and tired. ]

luxuresombre

Who: Lulubell and people
When: Day 119, late afternoonish
Where: Public kitchen
What: Disaster

[Today, anyone around the public kitchen is going to have to deal with the sight of Lulubell STORMING OUT OF IT IN A HUFF, completely covered in flour and a bit of a mess.]

[Also wearing an extremely unfitting apron.]

Pourquoi??

timesneedle

Who: Everyone
When: Day 119, afternoon
Where: 4th floor
What: Mingle. Or arts and crafts.

[For once, Leedin isn't doing anything with thread, fabric, yarn or so on. Instead she is placing a sign on a cart of books: "Patterns and guides: free to browse until sunset, but please see me if you wish to keep one. Leedin." If you look at the titles, most of them appear to be for clothing, including warm pyjamas, suited for this climate.]

[Leedin may also have something to do with the pile of fleece fabric nearby, in about as many colors and patterns as you can think of (up to and including a few with cartoon versions of common Thusian animals). There are also about a dozen pairs of fabric scissors, and a few sets of instructions for tie blankets, as well as a note to not waste the fleece.]

[You can also use this as a general mingle. Whatever]

[OOC: Attempting to remove the scissors or books will lead to the worst case of tangled hair and shoelaces you have ever had, and your clothing will start to hinder your movement. Taking projects (finished or partial) is perfectly fine with Leedin, of course -- that's what it's there for, people.]

dasschlechtende

Who: SOME DUDE
When: Day 119, HIGH NOON
Where: OUTSIDE IN THE FIELDS
What: SOME VARIANT OF THIS

[HELLO, FELLOW THUSIANS.

THIS AFTERNOON, THERE IS A FLAG BEING HOISTED IN SOME LARGE TREE.

YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE IT FROM THE WINDOWS.

IT'S BLACK AND WHITE AND MAY HAVE BEEN MADE FROM BED SHEETS.

POSSIBLY, SOME HOUSEWIFEY PERSON MIGHT BE MILDLY OFFENDED BY THIS BUT WHATEVER.

THERE IS ALSO A MADMAN LAUGHING FROM ONE OF THOSE CLOSED-OFF BALCONIES ON HQ.

... THE SWEAT RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE MIGHT EXPLAIN HOW THE FUCK HE GOT UP THERE (HINT: IT WAS SUPER NOT EASY AND THUS MORE EPIC)]

flash_back

Who: Anyone
When: Day 119, late morning
Where: Shrine
What: Some new meat

[Some new kid is in the shrine room, tugging at some weird metal collar around his neck]

I feel pretty alive for a dead guy.

cloakanddaikon

Who: Current inhabitants of HQ
When: Day 119, morning
Where: 4th floor courtyard
What: Breakfast and reestablished communications

[The smell of baking and breakfast sausages fills the air this morning. Follow it, and you'll find a large picnic blanket spread out between the 4th floor bulletin board and the (now once again empty, and finally clean) fountain.

The last of the rainforest's larder is spread out: small bowls of varied nuts, warm buns beside blood mushroom jam, fried potatoes, monkey sausage and crispy monkey wings. A salad of fresh green and yellow leaves, dotted with flower petals, adds colour, as does a plate of preserved local vegetables. In the centre, steaming gently, is a pot of . . . is that miso soup?

A sign on the bulletin board states, simply enough, Community Meet and Greet.]

Good morning.

I am quite sure I am not alone in realizing how many new faces there are in these halls, and how many more that were once here are now absent. Before we embark on whatever explorations we make have in this new location, it seems a good time to once again take a few moments to introduce ourselves.

If you could, please give your name, the length of time you have been here, and, as a way to open up conversation, feel free to share a point of interest about yourself, any plans you may have for the next few days, or questions about the environment we have navigated to.

oi_theoi

Who: Anyone
When: Day 118, evening/night
Where: Wherever you like
What: another mingle

[Though the temperature starts to cool quite a bit once the sun sets, it just assures the air is still crisp and clear and the sky offers a beautiful view: Thusia's three different-sized moons drifting slowly through an endless field of stars, illuminating the fields and rivers below.

If you're still outside, the dimmed lights of the hallways in the HQ shine through the windows to reflect off the water too, and all around there's the chirping, clicking, or squeaking of nocturnal creatures from the ground or in the grasses.]

disenfranchised

Who: Shinji Matou & whoever else hates themselves enough
When: Day 118 late evening
Where: 4th level shrine area
What: intro time

[ This is Shinji Matou. He's a little confused right now, so you'll have to forgive him. There's a chance you may run into him while he paces around, babbling to himself as he generally tries to make sense of some things. It's fine to interrupt him, though, since he's likely to fail anyway. He always does. ]

responsetoregret

Who: Kagamine Len and YOU
When: Day 118, evening
Where: Shrine area
What: Got ourselves a newbie.

[There's a boy in the shrine area today and wearing quite the outfit. For the particularly observant, he doesn't seem to be breathing. At all.]

[But his eyes do open and some might notice his eyes aren't dilating. He doesn't move besides that, but he starts talking, his voice monotone, expression blank.] An unexpected shutdown has occurred. Initializing Quick Scan. Quick Scan commencing. [Then he's silent for about thirsty seconds to a minute.] No errors detected. Deep Scan recommended at earliest possible convenience.

[Then he blinks and now would be the time his eyes are dilating, and confusion coming to his face.] What...?

nometal_alchemist

Who: Alchemists, anyone
When: Day 118, afternoon
Where: The Q'Tea House and Inn, or around the bulletin board
What:

*maybe it's the common area where you encounter the old man or the sign he posted. maybe it's outside the tea house itself. either way, there's a sign up in both locations*

HELP WANTED
Q'Tea House and Inn is currently seeking help with food preparation, service, and other responsibilities.
Please inquire at the Inn.

Hopefully someone's interested... it's going to be too much work for just two people.

oi_theoi

Who: Everyone
When: Day 118, morning
Where: On a lovely grassy hill
What: MINGLE, finally landed

[Despite the loud wake up call and some uneven tilting of the HQ to maneuver out of the mountains, in the end it is landed without incident on a large hill at the fork of a large rushing river, overlooking a vast expanse of grassy plains.]

[The sun is bright and the sky is clear. The breeze is warmer here than the chilly winds up in the mountains and it feels like spring is in the air. Off in the distance, their furry backs and long curved horns visible above the extremely tall grasses, one can make out herds of elephant-sized creatures grazing slowly in the fields. Beyond them, just at the edge of vision, seems to be the sparkling waters of a lake.]

((ooc: Clicking image will take you to the location info page o7. Feel free to play fast and loose with details or ask questions if you're not sure.))

andiwantitnow

Who: ASSORTED SUBJECTS-TO-BE
When: Day 118, BRIGHT AND FUCKING EARLY
Where: HQ. All of it.
What:

[ Wow, good morning. Today, if you are up yet, you may notices a slight tremor, and your floor tilting juuuuuust a bit thattaway. If you weren't up yet, you may be soon, as a red magic seal plants itself in your wall and a booming voice echoes out of it. Not so loud as to be painful. But loud. Real loud. ]

HEAR ME, OH CITIZENS OF THUSIA, OH NOBLE DEAD. ISKANDER, KING OF CONQUERORS CLAIMS NOW COMMAND OF THIS FORTRESS. I WILL BRING IT TO A PLACE OF SECURITY AND SET IT DOWN WHERE WE MAY MAKE OUR HOME.

STAY THERE, IF YOU LIKE, AND MAY YOU KNOW HAPPINESS. BUT TO THOSE WHO WILL VENTURE: I WILL LEAD YOU. FOLLOW ME, AND WE WILL FIND VICTORY. FOLLOW ME AND WE WILL FIND PROSPERITY IN THIS WORLD. WE WILL FIND TREASURES, AND WE MAY YET ACCOMPLISH GREATER AND MORE SPLENDID THINGS THAN YOU HAVE IMAGINED.

WE WILL EXPLORE AND WE WILL BUILD AND WE WILL CONQUER. THERE WILL BE NO SKY WE CAN NOT FLY THROUGH. THERE WILL BE NO HORIZON TOO DISTANT TO SEEK.

DREAM WITH ME, OH DREAMLESS DEAD, AND I TELL YOU THIS: OUR DREAM WILL BE ETERNAL IN ITS GLORY.

[ and once more, HQ tilts ever-so-slightly that other way. Gosh those hills are looking pretty close. ]

unmaskedlizard

Who: Allen and Lenalee, everybody vaguely or totally useless in landing this thing
When: Day 117, afternoon
Where: open windowed floor
What:

[When complicated fuel plans, trajectory calculations, and wind interference are involved, some people know that it becomes their job to stay out of the way until simpler skills are involved. Allen Walker is one of those people.

Excitedly staring out the window only served to rev him up, and the general buzz and feel for landing has only gotten him over-restless to land. So to kill time, he's working out.

it's a good thing he was already capable of one-handed upside-down standing push-ups, because he's only got the one, son]

oi_theoi

Who: Anyone
When: Day 117, let's say "All Day" through to "Evening"
Where: Misty mountains
What: mingle

[So since this morning the HQ has been buried in mist and fog. There's the sense that the HQ has been slowly rising and falling in elevation, much more slowly than it had been proceeding until now. The power consumed by flying also seems to have increased as the HQ is forced to compensate for wind and drag and maintaining equilibrium while traveling over extreme slopes and other various factors of trying to fly directly over a mountain range.

Chill winds whistle through the hallways now, funneling through the HQ, down the stairwells, finally escaping out of the unsealed parts of the hangar on Level 2 and the great, gaping doorway on Level 1 (careful when walking in those areas or you might get dragged out). The lizagons have either retreated to the more secure nests closer to the covered parts of the dome or have moved to the first Level and scratched out the doorways of the abandoned rooms to settle in. In the mist outside one can sometimes see shapes passing by the windows: the tree-covered faces of a mountainside, or occasionally faster shapes... Sounds call out in the gloom, but the HQ's hulking size and constant motion seems to be enough to deter anything that might try to investigate for the time being.

Toward sunset, as the HQ seems to peak in one of the longer ascents of the day, the mist slowly begins to thin, and one can make out the shadows of another uneven stretch of mountains spreading out before the HQ, the setting sun painting them blue and purple as it starts to dip below the horizon.]

((ooc: We're looking to set the HQ down sometime between Thursday (tomorrow) or Friday night. There are some limited options, but the goal is to get to a place where people can rest a while.))

heroic_homemaker

Who: People
When: Day 117, afternoon
Where: Level 4, by the windows
What:

[Just go about your day as usual Thusia, ignore the idiot who just fell from the ceiling rafters with a completely manly yelp]

Ow! God damn it-

[Also ignore the bucket of soapy water that falls off after him and lands on his head. Yyyyep this was success.]

freelancetogoodhome

Who: AptS folk and other people probably :|a
When: Day 117, late afternoon
Where: hot springs bath
What:

[it's a good time for a bath, hm? double Diarmuids in here is totally safe...]

clocksandroses

Who: Aoko, anybody
When: Day 117, afternoon
Where: Anywhere
What: RE-INTRO

Hellooo~oo~?

[Some of you may recognize the pale, bushy-haired girl wandering the hallways of HQ, using a steel-tipped . . . mop (or is it a staff?) as a makeshift walking stick.]

Mou . . . Where is everybody?

nascentia

Who: Everyone, it's a mingle
Where: Everywhere
When: 117, noon to afternoon
What: mingle or chat up weird homeless girl

[There's a barefoot young woman sitting on the ground in various spots throughout the halls. She is dressed pretty shabbily, looking a little bit like a hippie who just got finished with a very, very long night of partying. She seems to be perpetually amused by something, like she has some private joke that you aren't in on.

She is, if you happen to have the sense for that sort of thing, a goddess.

If not, you might notice that her appearance - the color of her eyes and hair, her height, her weight and body shape and skintone - change over time, although she is somehow always recognizable as the same person.

Next to her is a piece of cardboard. On it is written, in magic marker:

WILL CHANGE FOR ~~FOOD~~ FREE

Other than that, it's a pretty ordinary day in Thusia.]

[[ OOC: careful now :) ]]

EDIT: If you're talking to Anima, take a look here.

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