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redshift: tdm #5

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▶ Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.

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a. don't be a sap.

Good morning, October 25th! Whether you're a confused new arrival or a current resident, you probably had some plans for today, right? Grab breakfast, visit a friend, pick some fruit, explore a new part of the massive city.

Well. Too bad. Because, as every single bot in the city will be telling you the moment you show your face, it's GOOP FESTIVAL DAY! What? You've never heard of it? Preposterous, everyone knows about the Goop Festival, it's one of the most anticipated holidays in Anchor! Haven't you been preparing for this for a week now?

The Goop Festival is a harvest celebration, in particular, a celebration of the sap-producing trees that grow wild in the Park, thick around the edges of the south side of the lake. The bots have been hard at work setting up the festival grounds in the shade of the trees in the balmy fall temperatures. There are spiles tapped into trees with buckets placed underneath that are already half-full of a thick, viscous, amber-colored sap. The bots have also set up troughs of shaved ice with long sticks nearby, with which they will demonstrate for excited residents (you are excited, right?) how to cool the sap in the ice and wrap it around the stick to make it a sort of taffy candy. That's not the only sweet surprise waiting, either.

A long table set up in the grass is loaded down with all sorts of delicious sap-related goodies, ranging from cupcakes with thick globs of sap-flavored frosting to sap-flavored jerky to sap sugar candies, and just about anything else you can imagine. There are a wide variety of offerings that would taste good coated, flavored, or glazed with the sap, which tastes sort of like a caramelized toffee. Another table is laid out that has row upon row of cups, each half-full of the sap, heated lightly to a thinner consistency and served similarly to hot chocolate - at least, if hot chocolate gave you a floaty, happy, hazy sort of feeling. Everything made with this sap does, actually, with the cups of pure sap having a stronger effect and items with less sap content having barely any effect at all.

Does this not sound like your cup of weird tree sap? Too bad. This is the GOOP FESTIVAL, and everything is shut down for this lovely paid vacation day. Spa? Locked down. Kitchens? Locked. Bar? Nope, totally shut down and the server bots are all down at the park. VR Gaming? Too bad, the computers are all shut down. Even roaming the halls and trying to stay out of the way won't help much...be prepared to be dragged down to the park to participate in this mandatory festival! Isn't it exciting?


b. familiar ground.

Every year in Anchor near the end of October, there's a very strange interaction between the protective dome over the city and seasonal radiation surges that happen in the wastelands. Some complicated combination of refraction and reflection means that for the last few days of the month, residents will experience some of the more benign effects of the red shift inside the city.

Did we say benign? Because while there may not be any dangerous radiation to melt your skin off, there are some mind-bending dangers. Characters experiencing the shift will find the world becomes distorted, warped, impossible to navigate; they are enveloped in auditory and visual hallucinations, and can become so disoriented that they can't even recognize people they've known for years. And characters will find that the citywide shift brings in slivers of other universes, little slices of places characters have never seen before...or places so familiar they make the heart beat hard with joy or fear.

And just like in the wastelands, the things that show up in these shifts are all too real. Characters may find themselves walking through a door into a scene straight from home, or from someone else's home. Whether it's a favorite place to share with a new friend, or the nightmare landscape you almost died in, complete with the monster that almost killed you, be careful. Everything you experience here is real, and if you die in the shift, you die for real.

Of course, the city has its own safety measures in place - residents experiencing the hallucinations and appearances of items and places from other worlds may find themselves locked down in the room they're in, trapped with the otherworldly effects of the shift.


c. the virus.

A few weeks ago, people in Anchor started getting a case of the sniffles. While some of the earliest cases might be clearing up, there are still a few people suffering, or people freshly infected by those who were sick earlier, including some of the new arrivals who may not even be feeling it yet.

Which may make the cause of some unexpected 'glitches' around the city a little unclear. Residents who are feeling the effects of the illness, or who are infected but not showing symptoms yet (or anymore) will find that their access to certain parts of the city are restricted. Suddenly, automatic doors aren't opening for them, as if they were ghosts, particularly when they try to access anything that may facilitate transmission of the virus. Suddenly, only some of the residents of the city will find they can't get into half of the MedBay, or the spa, the kitchens, the VR or games rooms, the bar...anywhere people gather or eat or sit close together.

Residents may put together that it's related to the illness some of them have been experiencing over the past few weeks, but it might take a while, since these safety and security measures are affecting people who are showing no symptoms yet. Be prepared for a few days of paranoia while seemingly perfectly healthy people are locked out of common areas. What does the computer know that residents don't? Are these people security risks? Is it a system glitch? What could be going on?


c. the network.

Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to warn a friend not to leave their apartment unless they want to be forcibly press-ganged into the Goop Festival? Maybe you need to hold your sat phone up to whatever crazy thing you're seeing and send out a recording to double-check if your eyes are deceiving you and what you're looking at is real?

Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.


Mod Note: The "familiar ground" prompt will be active between October 29th and October 31st; "the virus" prompt will be active until the next introductory mingle, which will be kicking off the second part of the illness plot.


superposition: (All men have secrets)

[personal profile] superposition 2019-12-23 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Carlisle speaks, Qubit presses one hand to his eyes, the other to his waist. The silent sobs keep coming, the tears keep flowing - he's given up on trying to stop them altogether, but he still doesn't want Carlisle to see him like this. What good is he like this? What purpose does it serve?

He has enough presence of mind to listen, though. And he recognizes that Carlisle's trying to reach out to him, to commiserate. There are similarities, common threads in their subjective experiences of grief, as there were between him and Peter. Losing everything. Failing the people they were supposed to defend. Going back over the events, analyzing each inflection point ad nauseum, searching the past for opportunities to do better, kicking themselves for each one missed.

But just as with Peter, comparing them twists his gut with an intense, visceral repulsion. It's not the same. Carlisle's spent his entire life struggling to overcome the stigma of his curse, only to have it all backfire through no fault of his own. He's a good man who deserves so much better than he got, not a bastard who got better than he deserves.

Eventually Qubit opens his eyes, dragging his hand down his face - only to find Carlisle offering him a handkerchief, of all things. He stares at it for a moment as if he doesn't know what it is, but then takes it and wipes his eyes. ]


... I'm not sure ... there is a way.

[ His voice is trembling. It sounds alien to him. He dabs at the sweat dripping down his forehead.

For some reason, he's reminded of something Reynir mentioned a while back. How mages can hear the voices of the damned, the trapped souls that scream and scream and never stop. There's no respite, no way to turn it off, and only one way to cope. ]


Perhaps we'll just ... get used to it.
abheirrant: (❧ he hesitated,as usual)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2019-12-23 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Carlisle nods, politely averting his eyes as Qubit blots away sweat and tears. No one wants to be seen for the mess they are beneath the stoic visage; he's been there.]

Perhaps. Either we will find the strength to shoulder our burdens, allow others to help us carry them, or be crushed beneath their relentless pressure. All unfortunately difficult choices.

[His eyes flick back to Qubit, the glow of them still vibrant, but sharply focused.]

But for now, we should find a way out of this place before you melt.

[That's his way of insisting they can discuss this further at a later date, if need be, as Qubit has offered him a few times before.]
superposition: (But no more apologies)

[personal profile] superposition 2019-12-23 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah. Yeah, those options sound pretty accurate. Though he has to wonder how much anyone actually could help him carry this. Kaidan could, maybe - he's never known anyone so resilient, and she always could read him like an open book. Anyone else, though? Hm.

The suggestion that they leave takes a moment to register in his mind, but when it does, his relief is palpable. Carlisle's satisfied for now, and offering him an out. Thank God.

But as he's about to agree, the portrait catches his eye one last time, the ghosts of the past smiling down at him. And it occurs to him, seeing them all together again, united, happy - that it's not just the Paradigm that he misses. It's the Paradigm. The lofty ideals. The dream of a better world. The hope. It was poisoned from the start, of course, he knows that now. There's a lot he knows now. There's so much he would do differently, if he had it to do over...

... He thinks, not for the first time, of Mallus.

He tears his eyes away, glances to Carlisle briefly, then to the doorway on the opposite side of the room. ]


Couldn't agree more.
abheirrant: (❧ but none could be found)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2019-12-23 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Qubit looks to that portrait one more time, and Carlisle lets him, hoping he's finding some solace in the memories of the friends he so misses, of days long gone and never to be found again. He knows he wouldn't find even a speck of respite in such reminiscing, but maybe Qubit does.

He waits quietly for Qubit to address him again.]


Lead the way. I assume you'll warn me of any further skeleton-filled rooms, and help me plan accordingly.
superposition: ((otherspace))

[personal profile] superposition 2020-01-07 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
There aren't any others.

[ There's a certain finality in the way he says it. He went over the entire place the last time he was here. There aren't any more rooms full of corpses. Nor should there be any other nasty surprises.

But he won't find closure here, either.

Qubit leads the way. They've wasted enough time here, anyway... and they have work to do. ]
superposition: (But now you have gone)

[personal profile] superposition 2020-01-07 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Handwaved: They eventually find their way back out. Qubit takes some samples of "black bile" from Carlisle's clothing for later testing.

They'll have to test out the Tube some other time. ]