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redmarsshit2019-09-21 12:52 am
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redshift: tdm #4
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a. the red shit.
There are rumblings in the deepest, most overgrown part of the agricultural area, where until very recently there was a lingering pocket of red algae. The good news is, the red algae is gone! The bad news is, it all got eaten by a mutated bear-thing with giant antlers. The algae did a number on the poor thing, doping it up and confusing it to the point where everything is an enemy.
What’s worse? The algae has adapted, colonizing the creature’s entire body. The algae has mutated in the process, releasing a protective cloud of toxins that causes severe hallucinations, as well as some of the protective and euphoric qualities that the red algae originally possessed. Which means the mutated, antlered, bear-thing is accompanied by a small army of other creatures, from large to small, who are all very invested in its survival and also are being driven crazy by its presence.
Prepare yourselves for one hell of a hunt. These animals can pop up almost everywhere in the agricultural zones, and when they do show their paws it’s to go on a rampage.
What’s worse? The algae has adapted, colonizing the creature’s entire body. The algae has mutated in the process, releasing a protective cloud of toxins that causes severe hallucinations, as well as some of the protective and euphoric qualities that the red algae originally possessed. Which means the mutated, antlered, bear-thing is accompanied by a small army of other creatures, from large to small, who are all very invested in its survival and also are being driven crazy by its presence.
Prepare yourselves for one hell of a hunt. These animals can pop up almost everywhere in the agricultural zones, and when they do show their paws it’s to go on a rampage.
b. fashionista.
It wouldn’t be Anchor if the bots weren’t fucking shit up.
This time, the spa bots have gone full stylist coach, chasing down residents and trying to do their hair, nails, makeup, or change their clothes. In some cases, they're literally sweeping people off their feet and carrying them to the hot springs, massage rooms, and spa areas to be pampered. Too bad most of their cosmetics are fifty years out of date and the closests they’ve raided either had another resident’s clothes or moth-eaten dust-covered rags.
Is that the jacket Idris Elba was wearing in the introductory video? It kinda looks like it.
But it’s not all bad! The bots actually give great massages and fantastic mani-pedis. They also have a small stash of fresh cosmetics and clean clothes that got left behind in the spas. They might not fit great, but they look pretty good!
If your character doesn’t practice proper self-care, well. They’d better watch out. These bots have a particular eye for the sad, the filthy, the tired, and they’re going to make sure you get some damn fine pampering.
This time, the spa bots have gone full stylist coach, chasing down residents and trying to do their hair, nails, makeup, or change their clothes. In some cases, they're literally sweeping people off their feet and carrying them to the hot springs, massage rooms, and spa areas to be pampered. Too bad most of their cosmetics are fifty years out of date and the closests they’ve raided either had another resident’s clothes or moth-eaten dust-covered rags.
Is that the jacket Idris Elba was wearing in the introductory video? It kinda looks like it.
But it’s not all bad! The bots actually give great massages and fantastic mani-pedis. They also have a small stash of fresh cosmetics and clean clothes that got left behind in the spas. They might not fit great, but they look pretty good!
If your character doesn’t practice proper self-care, well. They’d better watch out. These bots have a particular eye for the sad, the filthy, the tired, and they’re going to make sure you get some damn fine pampering.
c. whole foods: 2.0.
Remember that whole Whole Foods grocery store thing that happened? Well, the grocery store and the zombies are still there. Only now there are more zombies, and two giant supply trucks have shown up, one behind and one in front of the store.
The one at the rear of the store can be accessed fairly easily. It’s painted to look like a giant United States flag, with a dramatic crying eagle emblazoned across the back doors. Inside, there is beer. Lots and lots of beer, and a bunch of semiautomatic rifles. Also some skeletons. Seems like the guns and booze didn’t help them.
The one in front of the store is thickly surrounded, the creatures clawing at the plain white sides of the semi like there’s something precious inside.
If Anchorites can make it through, if they can fend off the monsters and keep from getting torn to pieces by a hoard of bloodthirsty beasts, they’ll find out what that precious truck contains.
It’s twinkies. A semi full of twinkies. We hope you’ve got a sweet tooth, Anchor.
The one at the rear of the store can be accessed fairly easily. It’s painted to look like a giant United States flag, with a dramatic crying eagle emblazoned across the back doors. Inside, there is beer. Lots and lots of beer, and a bunch of semiautomatic rifles. Also some skeletons. Seems like the guns and booze didn’t help them.
The one in front of the store is thickly surrounded, the creatures clawing at the plain white sides of the semi like there’s something precious inside.
If Anchorites can make it through, if they can fend off the monsters and keep from getting torn to pieces by a hoard of bloodthirsty beasts, they’ll find out what that precious truck contains.
It’s twinkies. A semi full of twinkies. We hope you’ve got a sweet tooth, Anchor.
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[ Garrus knows what he means, of course. Spirit as in like a ghost or something intangible that will bring someone harm or misfortune. There's no way this guy can know that, to his people, spirits are usually things that you pray to. Or ask for blessings.
So moving on from that topic, he can kind of understand. Contagions are a serious affair, especially on space stations or outposts. If one person brings a deadly disease back, it could wipe out the entire populace. ]
Look, I'm not going to say that disease isn't a big deal. Even where I'm from a plague could mean the death of an entire settlement. Decontamination procedures can only do so much. Maybe there should be a quarantine for a day or two.
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[ Why would anyone be offended that someone thought they were a spirit, Reynir wonders. It isn't as if spirits are uncommon or inherently malevolent. Sure, some of them are bad news but others are just fine. Then again... cultural norms sure are arbitrary sometimes! ]
So you're a Turian? I've never heard of that country before, I'm sorry.
[ He really assumes that this creature is from a place on Earth called Turia or some equivalent. Like calling someone from Finland a Finn or from Sweden a Swede. He's gonna need some more ground work done before he can wrap his brain around ALIENS.
And yet despite his odd appearance, this guy? This guy GETS it. Finally, someone apart from Onni and Reynir who believes there ought to be measures in place to make sure the next new arrival doesn't bring about the death and ruin of everyone living here. ]
I guess instead of worrying about it and complaining... maybe some of us should try setting one up.
[ He sounds unsure; Reynir wants to be useful and he really does know that quarantines are essential to survival, but he's not really big into leadership, and he's never really... set something up, before. How would you even start? ]
But there isn't, like. A military here or anything to make sure people actually wait it out.
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[ He's probably breaking some rules about first contact and all that but honestly Garrus can't be too bothered about that at this point. Besides it shouldn't be too hard understand. Isn't the guy on a brand new planet himself? ]
Now as for setting one up? Shouldn't be difficult even without a military. You just need to set up a place that would work for a small quarantine zone and the ability to block the door from opening. At least on one side.
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But instead of hashing all that out, he's totally thrown off by the knowledge that Turians are a kind of species and this pereson is from another planet. Green eyes wide and credulous, Reynir asks: ]
Like the moon?!
[ Listen: he is a literal peasant, he doesn't know anything about astronomy! The fact that he's not 100% clear on the difference between a planet and a moon ought to be some clue about the level of education he's working with here. Hint - not much!
But guess what he does know about? He knows about quarantines. They are a part of life in his world, and he immediately thinks of a dozen practical concerns that Garrus has not: ]
I think it's a little more complicated than that. You'd need at least one doctor to monitor people for symptoms and look after them if they have any like, separate injuries they come in with. And you would need to arrange a food schedule and someone to wash dishes and how to deal with laundry and linens that might be contaminated, and that's not even getting in to entertainment and other ways to make it not any more horrible and tedious than it has to be.
[ A hint of sadness slips into his expression then, and he rubs at the back of his neck. ]
If... someone showed up infected, and they're in quarantine, those might be the last few weeks of their life. It shouldn't - be awful, and uncomfortable, and lonely.