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redmarsshit2020-02-21 07:33 pm
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test drive meme: february 2020
Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.
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a. a more colloquial situation with a few robo-friends.
Something odd has happened overnight. A plant stalk, festooned with flowers and crowned with an enormous bud the size of a minivan, has grown up out of the center of the park and almost to the top of the dome. And down below, at its base and in the field around it, there's a whole lot of commotion.
The robots are at it again, and by at it again, we mean they're gathering in the park and adorning tables with... robo-treats. There are cups of lubricant, motor oil, a "massage" table for repairs. The terrible robo band has gathered again, and they seem to have been practicing, because they're rolling out some good tunes, some for waltzes and some fast-paced jams that are more along the "throw yourself around and pretend it's a dance" line.
The robots, in fact, are dancing. Sometimes in pairs, sometimes in trios, but they're trading partners and showing off their moves in what appears to be a bot-run robo-celebration.
Of course, Anchorites aren't excluded. Though it might be a Bring Your Own Food kind of event, the bots have left a table out for people to do just that. There's even water and a ton of orange juice available courtesy of the bar bot, who seems to be enjoying a day off at the repair table. Maybe it'll be good for him.
And if you seem to want to dance but can't find yourself a partner, a bot is likely to volunteer with a sympathetic, "Ah, meatsack, you cannot find a corresponding fleshbag. Allow me to partner with you."
The robots are at it again, and by at it again, we mean they're gathering in the park and adorning tables with... robo-treats. There are cups of lubricant, motor oil, a "massage" table for repairs. The terrible robo band has gathered again, and they seem to have been practicing, because they're rolling out some good tunes, some for waltzes and some fast-paced jams that are more along the "throw yourself around and pretend it's a dance" line.
The robots, in fact, are dancing. Sometimes in pairs, sometimes in trios, but they're trading partners and showing off their moves in what appears to be a bot-run robo-celebration.
Of course, Anchorites aren't excluded. Though it might be a Bring Your Own Food kind of event, the bots have left a table out for people to do just that. There's even water and a ton of orange juice available courtesy of the bar bot, who seems to be enjoying a day off at the repair table. Maybe it'll be good for him.
And if you seem to want to dance but can't find yourself a partner, a bot is likely to volunteer with a sympathetic, "Ah, meatsack, you cannot find a corresponding fleshbag. Allow me to partner with you."
b. weeds & flowers.
There are also cushions scattered around in loose circles, each one centered around a hookah. An inhale from some will make dancing look fun. From another, and affectionate kisses might be in your future. Some are packed with herbs to instill calm. Take a deep enough inhale and you might find yourself settling in for a nap on those cushions, looking up at the flower-covered stalk of the plant with its huge leaves. It's shedding petals gently and almost constantly, turning the clearing around it into a delicate flurry of shades from deepest blue to bright orange.
There are flowers almost everywhere, in fact, in bouquets, yes, but also in little pots meant for those who want to spruce up their personal space with something bright and beautiful. The petals come in every imaginable pattern and shade, from delicate white-edged purple flowers that look like roses to clusters of tie-dye daisies. Go one, take one - they all smell lovely, and are hardy enough to survive the brownest thumb.
There are flowers almost everywhere, in fact, in bouquets, yes, but also in little pots meant for those who want to spruce up their personal space with something bright and beautiful. The petals come in every imaginable pattern and shade, from delicate white-edged purple flowers that look like roses to clusters of tie-dye daisies. Go one, take one - they all smell lovely, and are hardy enough to survive the brownest thumb.
c. the city and the beanstalk.
For those uninterested in the party, there is another option: scaling the monstrously huge plant that sprang up like Jack's beanstalk overnight. It's possible to climb out on the enormous leaves where they protrude from the stalk, if you just feel like going up high to take a nap away from the noise. Of course, the more adventurous or curious might want to take the opportunity to get a closer look at the dome that protects and powers the city.
A better look at the dome, and a better look at what's outside on the horizon. There are normal outcroppings of rocks, the remains of the ship that crashed and threw Santa through the windshield, the slowly growing martian strip mall, and some bits of things left behind by the red shifts here and there. A part of a car. An old transistor radio. A pulsing green gooey thing that you might want to stay away from - even odds on whether it's acidic or poisonous or both.
Look farther, though, and there's a vast smudge on the horizon. Using telescopes, binoculars, or special abilities will give you a better look at what it is.
A city, seemingly dead, seemingly empty, stretching almost from horizon to horizon. It's too far to make it on foot, and if you took one of the vehicles out of the garage it would get you there--but not all the way back. Of course, you can try to get there anyway, but a sandstorm is bound to whip up somewhere between here and there, a precursor to a proper hallucinatory red shift. Wouldn’t want to be caught out in that, would you?
A better look at the dome, and a better look at what's outside on the horizon. There are normal outcroppings of rocks, the remains of the ship that crashed and threw Santa through the windshield, the slowly growing martian strip mall, and some bits of things left behind by the red shifts here and there. A part of a car. An old transistor radio. A pulsing green gooey thing that you might want to stay away from - even odds on whether it's acidic or poisonous or both.
Look farther, though, and there's a vast smudge on the horizon. Using telescopes, binoculars, or special abilities will give you a better look at what it is.
A city, seemingly dead, seemingly empty, stretching almost from horizon to horizon. It's too far to make it on foot, and if you took one of the vehicles out of the garage it would get you there--but not all the way back. Of course, you can try to get there anyway, but a sandstorm is bound to whip up somewhere between here and there, a precursor to a proper hallucinatory red shift. Wouldn’t want to be caught out in that, would you?
d. the network.
Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to ask a friend to back you up to take out the toothy voids? 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.
Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.
prompto argentum / final fantasy xv ( ota )
d. network - username: viewfinder
wildcard. whatever, whenever.
@GOSUCKADICK; text
but uh
whatre ur names tho
u never said
ive been here like 4ever so i might kno
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nice un dude 👌
just gotta say that first
and yeah right
sorry guess i forgot
we'll start with the easy ones
know anybody named ignis gladio or noct???
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now im comitted
this is it 4 me
gosuckadick 4ever
neway
dont kno any of those names sry
hopefully 1 will b here tho & answer ur text
but ppl r pretty nice round here
mostly
& theres a spa
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you can't change it?
ever???
that kinda sucks but oh well
at least it's something to talk about
[ But when he reads the rest of that text, he just squints and frowns at it. So... he really is alone here. ]
it's okay
it was totally a long shot anyway
but thanks
is there anything else to do besides that?
C
Fucked if I know.
[ It's said with no small amount of awe, and then he grins at the blonde young man who looks like he's had quite a work out.]
But I think we're going to find out at some point. That city... it could tell us so much about this place. Give us a clue to where we are and who built this colony. What happened to them.
[ He offers a grin, the shine of adventure in his eyes. Clearly, getting to that city is firing his imagination.]
Jacob Frye.
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Yeah. He's just going to pretend that isn't a thing because he already feels crazy enough. ]
Um, Prompto. Prompto Argentum. [ His smile is pretty lackluster in comparison, but it's mostly just the surprise. He shakes his head. ] Yeah, uh... I guess you're right. What sorta stuff do we even know about where we are right now?
[ Sorry. He's still kind of new. ]
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He nods at the introduction. ]
Nice to meet you Prompto. What's that, Italian?
[ He assumes anyway.
But without waiting for an answer he considers the question.]
I've not learnt much apart from there's a whole lot here that can hurt people. Not other people. Creatures and animals, chemicals and whatnot.
[ More so than home. There the dangers were human, here? Who the hell knows. Luminous creatures with teeth, deer with terrifying antlers and claws... it's not what he trained for. But at least his experiences elsewhere had prepared him for dealing with that. A little.]
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Oh...
[ It's not so much an exclamation as it is a resounding sort of acceptance. Maybe things weren't so different here than they had been back home then. Daemons and things that literally stalked you in the night... People weren't really so bad because it really didn't take much to kill them if you had to. Monsters on the other hand? Totally different story.
He drops his hands into his lap, tugging at the bracelet around his wrist. ]
So a whole lot more bad stuff than good stuff? If we go out there, I wonder what we'll run into.
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[ He gestures around, out at Anchor. It looks so decayed. Ruined and crumbling. Like parts of London to some degree.
He settles back against the top of the stem, looking out and crossing his arms across his chest.] But people here... they pull together. In my experience. We are all from different places. Different worlds, some of people have been to more than one. But most people have dealt with something similar.
I don't know if we can get there. No way of measuring the distance or knowing whether we could get back, or what we'd meet on the way.
c
She easily hears him rustling around long before he ever gets close to the top. As he nears the top, she offers out a hand to help pull him up onto the final large leaf and then gives him space to take it all in.]
Cool? I was not noticing any difference in temperature up here. [She hides it well but this place unnerves her.] I am not knowing what else is here. It is very big... and very empty of life.