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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.
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You need to see it for yourself. I can help you get up, if you want. Climbing is one of my specialities.
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Aight. I'll take my life in my hands and climb the giant flower.
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I'll come down, let you find the best route up. Then if you die, it's my fault.
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That's very reassuring. If I come back as a ghost I'm going to haunt you.
[He heads down to the giant flower, walking around the base of it and trying to figure out how anyone climbed up there without slipping and becoming one with the pavement below.
But to be fair, he's climbed dumber things when he was drunk.]
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And then he's on his feet again, grinning ear to ear.]
You're Pratt? Frye. Nice to finally meet you in person, I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.
[The man's actual name might be Jacob, but that's just weird, so he does what all good Victorians do, and sticks to surnames. It's just easier.]
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I avoid everyone. Not exactly a people person.
[But at least Pratt seems friendly enough, though he looks a bit haggard.]
But nah, I've just been busy. I'm managing that herd of deer up on the agriculture level, and I don't know if you've ever dealt with deer but they're complete idiots. Keep getting tangled in the fence, fight each other, try and eat garbage.
We'll have a nice little colony of them soon though. Meat and leather and bones that we can use for whatever.
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[He pauses then, because he can't help but wonder.] Do you mean the Reindire? Are those safe to eat?
[And has anyone told Angel? She's going to be royally upset if they start eating her friends. Then again, if they have them, and are feeding them, they might as well eat them in turn. After all, a couple of them did try to kill him. ]
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Nah, not them. I wouldn't be able to keep them contained with the talon-claw things they have. These are actual deer. Well... Okay they were deer a few generations and non-radiation ago. They're sorta still deer.
Cho did some sort of analysis on them that says they're safe to eat. No one's died yet. But I don't eat meat so can't vouch for it personally. The skins are pretty great though.
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...Were? What are they now? safe to eat is one thing, nice is another, entirely different thing. [Because that little snippet of information is pretty alarming]
Do they glow in the dark?
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They're still deer just.. mutant deer. And no, if they glowed in the dark I wouldn't be having anyone eat 'em. They're basically weird deer with legs too long and kinda skinnier than they should be.
None of this is getting me a sandwich on top of a giant flower by the way.
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How much climbing have you done Pratt?
[And as he speaks, he goes back to the stem. It's not smooth, and there's enough toe- and hand- holds. Someone who has some experience should be able to haul themselves up to the first leaf.]
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[As if that explains everything. He may look like an emaciated mess, but he's still scrappy, easily climbing up to the first leaf and sitting with his feet dangling over the edge.]
Kinda didn't think this was gonna support my weight.
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[ America is still fighting itself when he's from, all he really knows is Confederate and Union. Individual states? No idea. Is Montana full of mountains or is everyone there a cat burglar?]
The big leaves are pretty strong, which is reassuring if you fall. Come on, up you get. There's plenty of plant to climb.
[ And up he goes again, grabbing hand holds and easily making it to the next leaf before waiting for Pratt.]
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[Not that he routinely rock climbs or anything, but he's scaled his fair share of mountains (and Taco Bells when drunk), so he's easily able to get up a few more leafs before he needs to sit and take a break, leaning back against the stalk and enjoying the view.
Months of being a captive doesn't do great things for stamina.]
What about you? Where're you from?
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[ Even in Jacob's time New York was a big place. Maybe it always has been, because America seems to do things on a mich bigger scale in general.
He settles down on the leaf, back against the stem. He doesn't seem out of breath or even a little tired. And he's not. This is a nice easy climb and a gentle pace. In comparison to what he's used to.]
You aren't bad at this climbing malarkey, whatever you think. You might even keep up with me.
Me? A little place called Crawley. Just south of London, and as boring as hell I'm afraid. London is much more interesting. Anywhere is more interesting than Crawley.
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But I've never been able to get it right. I'm gonna blame the water or something.
[With his breath caught he starts climbing again, pausing now and then to admire the view. Being a helicopter pilot he's not afraid of heights, but he is a little afraid of falling off this thing. At least he'd probably hit a few leaves to break his fall.]
Sounds like you're from a small town like me. Everywhere is more interesting.