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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 Too bad most of their cosmetics are fifty years out of date and the closests they’ve raided either had another resident’s clothes or moth-eaten dust-covered rags.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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"It is fine if you cannot speak it," she reassures her companion, leaning her head on her arm, her free hand reaching over to twirl a piece of Ami's hair. That's a thing uprights do, right?
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... Which, hey, for all she knows, might actually be the case! We're off the edge of the map here, after all.
Her train of thought is interrupted by a gentle, but distinctly non-robotic, tug on her scalp, and she opens her eyes... to find Elleru playing with her hair.
UM.
Ami's face heats, and she sits up quickly, brushing her hair behind her ear and avoiding eye contact. It is a thing uprights do, yes, but nnnnnot with people they just met.
"Uh - sorry. I just - could you not -" She's not quite sure how to articulate her discomfort, though. Elleru's been so nice, and Ami doesn't want to drive her off or anything.
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She mimics Ami out of habit, brushing her hair behind her ear, as well. "It was... too forward? It is common to preen among my people." She probably should have found a more upright-appropriate word to use than preen, but she forgets herself for a moment as she blushes, embarrassed. "I apologize."
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A cultural misunderstanding! Haha, of course. Really, it's amazing we don't have more of those, given how everybody's from a different corner of the multiverse. We'll just call this a learning opportunity. Yeah.
"My culture's just a little less... preeny, I guess? Especially since you're older than me and we're not related, and also we met for the first time like ten minutes ago." As an afterthought, she adds - "But I mean, it's not as weird as it would be if you were a guy."
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If only they'd covered such things in her research. She continues parsing out what Ami says. A guy? Males. "Are males unallowed to preen females? Or is it your age?" She is younger after all, right?
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Or, well - technically age of consent only applies if they actually have sex, but that's not really important right now.
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"I see. The children are protected. That is how it is for my kind, as well. Although- is eighteen years for all uprights? Or people! People, is. Does it not, ah." She fumbles over her words for a moment. "Is it not different for those people who are longer-lived?"
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"What do you mean?" Old people? The same taboos and social norms do apply to them, it's just that they're too old to give a shit.
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"The dwarves?" she clarifies. "Or the elven? They live much longer than humans do. Many to them are children?"
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Elleru can't help but laugh at that, as though the very notion of her, tall, a pointy-eared upright with an unconventional hair color, would look anything like an elf, who tend to be tall, pointy-eared uprights with conventional hair colors. Very different. She recovers from her giggling, the buzzing thrum that cuts beneath it dwelling in her throat a moment longer.
She's already told Ami about her true name, and Elleru decides to brave another truth about herself. If other worlds don't know about her kind in the first place, what would be the harm in telling one or two of the kinder uprights a little about them, avoiding some of the key details? It may seem a little dishonest, but she doesn't have to say kaulahren aren't uprights, after all. They're just another people, nothing unusual.
"I am kaulahren," she replies, pressing a hand to her chest with pride. "We are also longer-lived."