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december 2020. welcome to the void.
Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.
▶ Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.
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▶ All TDM threads can be considered game canon, and current players are welcome to either top-level on the TDM so prospective players can tag them, or use the prompts for logs or network posts on the communities. All threads on the TDM can be used for Activity Check.
a. let it snow.
There's snow on the ground in the park. Lots of snow. The source? Well, some of the bots may or may not have repurposed a few of the hydration systems from one of the nonfunctional hydroponic gardens. They're currently patrolling the park with them, blasting snow in all directions. Careful not to startle them, as much as bots can be startled- you might get a very heavy hit of snow to the face.
The snow has brought ice dragons out of hiding, from wherever they've been in Anchor for the past year. They're swooping and diving in and out of snow drifts, perching on the frosted trees, nibbling on frozen branches and eating mouthfuls of snow like it's candy. A few are chasing each other in and out of the water of the pond. They're friendly, and feed them a handful or two of snow and they'll probably follow you around for a good long while.
The snow has brought ice dragons out of hiding, from wherever they've been in Anchor for the past year. They're swooping and diving in and out of snow drifts, perching on the frosted trees, nibbling on frozen branches and eating mouthfuls of snow like it's candy. A few are chasing each other in and out of the water of the pond. They're friendly, and feed them a handful or two of snow and they'll probably follow you around for a good long while.
b. the first rule of makeout club.
Snow isn't the only thing the bots are up to. A large number of them - some the residents have never seen before - are cruising around the various levels of Anchor holding a plant that looks remarkably like mistletoe. In fact, it is, of a kind. People who get caught under it will be gently compelled to do one of two things - kiss, or fight. It's quite possible to shake the compulsion, but the bots will encourage either the macking or the smacking, and promise a gift from home to the participants should they indulge in the Nondenominational Winter Holiday Event.
Of course, that's not the only way to get a seasonal gift. Some appear out of nowhere during particular moments of melancholy or homesickness, directly in the path of those feeling that way - beautifully wrapped and waiting to be torn into. The contents of each gift are no bigger than a coffee table, but each one is tailored to the receiver. And if it's not something of use to them in Anchor, it's something of value from home. Even if that value is just emotional.
Of course, that's not the only way to get a seasonal gift. Some appear out of nowhere during particular moments of melancholy or homesickness, directly in the path of those feeling that way - beautifully wrapped and waiting to be torn into. The contents of each gift are no bigger than a coffee table, but each one is tailored to the receiver. And if it's not something of use to them in Anchor, it's something of value from home. Even if that value is just emotional.
c. aurora horror-ealis.
Of course, it wouldn't be Anchor if things weren't at least a little horrible, so here's a pair of events to darken a person's day:
First, there are hypnotizing auroras twisting across the sky above the dome. They seem almost alive, like serpents making their slow way through the dark in colors that have no right to exist, no name that anyone in Anchor would know.
They're beautiful. Eye-catching. Eye-holding, and the longer they're watched, the harder it will be to look away. Hallucinations come next- either your good old run-of-the-mill horrible nightmares or relived memories of particular significance to the person involved. And while they're caught in the hallucination, they'll be making their way to Anchor's exit and try to leave - without radiation equipment.
First, there are hypnotizing auroras twisting across the sky above the dome. They seem almost alive, like serpents making their slow way through the dark in colors that have no right to exist, no name that anyone in Anchor would know.
They're beautiful. Eye-catching. Eye-holding, and the longer they're watched, the harder it will be to look away. Hallucinations come next- either your good old run-of-the-mill horrible nightmares or relived memories of particular significance to the person involved. And while they're caught in the hallucination, they'll be making their way to Anchor's exit and try to leave - without radiation equipment.
d. red-nosed reindire.
Second. It's reindire mating season.
Yep.
All over Anchor, the creatures are making horrible mating shrieky noises, attacking each other, or, y'know, fuckin'. It's loud. It's prolonged. And somehow it results in the appearance of a fully-formed reindire baby about eight hours later, stumbling around near its parents. If you can catch one, they're easy to domesticate - but look out for the adults. They're uh. Not quite keen on having their babies kidnapped.
Yep.
All over Anchor, the creatures are making horrible mating shrieky noises, attacking each other, or, y'know, fuckin'. It's loud. It's prolonged. And somehow it results in the appearance of a fully-formed reindire baby about eight hours later, stumbling around near its parents. If you can catch one, they're easy to domesticate - but look out for the adults. They're uh. Not quite keen on having their babies kidnapped.
e. the network.
Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to ask a friend what you feed a baby reindire? 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.
QUESTIONS.
Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games | currently in-game | 2 open + 1 closed
Finnick has never really been used to winter. In the warm climate of District Four, snow was a rarity, and heavy snow only ever experienced on those winters when he had to travel. Given everything that travel meant, seeing the bots spraying the park with snow and drifts of it developing isn't a cheerful experience for Finnick. But he has a more important concern than memories -- making sure that the fish he and Annie have been carefully breeding and stocking the lake with survive the colder temperatures.
(He's not sure why it's cold. Anchor is a domed base, its climate usually fairly steady like Thirteen's had been, except when things are broken.)
So Finnick's crouched by the water with a tray of vials next to him, collecting samples to be tested in the biolab. So far, the water hasn't begun to freeze, despite the bots' snow. Good. He's just about to dip a vial into the water when he's suddenly blasted hard with something cold and wet from behind. He lets out a yell and leaps up, dropping the vial in the water.
"What?"
Was it a bot? Was it someone else? Was it a bot instigated by someone else? He spins around to see, reaching instinctively for his trident.
b. the first rule of makeout club (closed to Annie)
It's been long enough since the doors to the suites near the park were unlocked that Finnick and Annie have decided that it's probably safe enough to actually stake out a place of their own there.
Not that they can't live in close proximity to each other; they had been for the short time Annie had been out of hospital in Thirteen. But they are both used to having more space -- two victors' mansions between them. They don't need that here. But they both know they could use something a little nicer, something a little larger, something where they could each have their own space for those days they both have when being around even each other is a little too much.
So they've decided today is the day to go take a more thorough look at the suites and claim one for themselves.
The dragons are playing in the snowdrifts as Finnick and Annie step out into the park, and they pause to watch them. Finnick finds himself unconsciously grinning at the sight of the delight the creatures seem to take in the cold.
He's so distracted that at first he doesn't notice the bot that's wheeled its way up to them until it stops and with a jerky motion, holds out a piece of mistletoe.
c. aurora horror-ealis (OPEN)
He's always been fascinated by the stars. Finnick's a sailor at heart and the ability to sail by the night sky had always lent it a sense of freedom to him, a freedom that the people of Four held close to their hearts, for all it was illusory. But for all the time he's spent staring at the sky, he'd never seen an aurora. So when they appear, he can be found on a balcony, holding onto the railing and staring up through the dome.
It's like watching sea-serpents writhe in the sky, and he can't look away from the patterns they're making. He doesn't notice when that goes from fascination to obsession to actual inability to tear himself away. He doesn't know anything is wrong until the serpents of light start to turn into real snakes, the sky to savannah grasslands, the landscape of the arena he'd survived at fourteen. He's back there suddenly, stalking through the grasslands, trying to avoid being seen while looking for a good spot to set a trap.
He doesn't realize that the grass he's moving through is the balcony he'd been on, that the path he takes picking his way through rocks brings him up through the city, glassy-eyed and completely unaware of his surroundings. And of the dangers of the upper levels.
Jiro Yamada | Hypnosis Mic | In Game
Holy shit, there were real dragons here! Not only were they tiny, but super friendly and his playing in the snow earned him a flock of the things following him around.
"Haha-ow! That hurts! Guys, you have claws. At least fuckin' help me with these snowballs, will you?" Because Jiro was a teenager and also a little shit, he was about to unleash war on everyone else. Get ready to be greeted by a snowball if you're passing by.
C. Aurora horrealis
This place always seemed off to him even after he calmed down from the initial panic. People had survived here and he's gotten through worse, right? So he didn't have the right to feel uneasy when he looked up at the sky and saw a bunch of colors he'd never known existed.
The longer he looked the more he couldn't look away.
It was certainly capitivating.....
He looked away for a moment, almost worried about how much time had passed. Everything seemed normal for him, but outside he would almost appear in a daze.
Another flash of color caught his eye, but this time it was more familiar. Somehow he'd made his way towards the exit of this place and-was that Saburo outside?
He was running for the exit, radiation or anyone stopping him be damned.
Ichiro C (playing around with the timeline because I suck and my app is taking forever to get in)
Ichiro has no eyes for the colors, he is in fact focused on his younger brother. When he goes into that daze the rapper is on red alert.
"Oi Jiro, stop, wait for a second!" And like that he is chasing his younger brother, what the hell Jiro, why are you trying to die today of all days? Ichiro is straight-up panic, save bro mode now.
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It wasn't until Ichiro latched onto him that he finally acknowledged his presence and even then it was only pulling away with surprising strength. "Fuck off, I just saw Saburo out there!"
Where was the door? Hell, where was Ichiro in a time like this? He always came to the rescue but it was like before, when he was constantly gone. "Saburo!! It's okay, I'm coming!!" The door was right there, and he was running for it.
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"Jiro! Jiro listen to me, that is not Saburo; if that was our brother, I'd go out there myself; you have to listen! Please." He may have been shrugged off, but he is coming back.
Grabbing Jiro from behind, he wraps both arms around his little brother, aiming to wrestle him away and try to get him out of here as fast as he can.
"Jiro listen to me; it's me, Ichiro, that's not Saburo; if you go out there, you could die."
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Ichiro was strong, but since Jiro had no restraints, he fought back in full, twisting his arm and even attempting to elbow him in the gut as hard as he could. "SABURO!!"
Ichiro
When Jiro cries out Saburo's name it is a harsher punch to the gut than the elbow, though both end up knocking Ichiro back. Shit, he has to do something and he refuses to his mic on his little brother, he will not go there.
So, he is going to try and football tackle his younger brother and pin him to the ground with his body weight if he can.
"Jiro, damn it LOOK AT ME! Saburo is not here, I get it I miss him too but he is not here!"
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"If I don't fucking kick your ass, my big bro will! I ain't lettin' you get Saburo killed!" With that, he had pried himself up from Ichiro's hold, whipping out an activating his mic.
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"Jiro!" There is hurt, shock, pain in Ichiro's gaze but more than that there is love, pleading there.
"It's me Ichiro, have you lost your mind? Saburo is not out there, he's at home, he's safe!" Ichiro gets to his feet but he does not pull his mic, not willing to go there against his little brother unless he absolutely has to.
Instead, he does the next best thing, he rushes in, once he is close enough he uses his foot to kick up dirt and shower into Jiro's face, next he is coming through with a right hook, hoping to knock Jiro out with that and not have to use his mic.
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But that didn't stop his opponent and he stumbled back, coughing before Ichiro's fist flew straight into his face, knocking him back onto the ground. His mic went flying; the hat tumbled off his head when he hit the ground, stunned into immobility.
"Saburo...." was the last thing out of his mouth before he slumped over, unmoving.
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Ichiro hates himself, hates the feel of Jiro's face under his fist but, he had one shot to save his little brother he felt like and he took it. That hat hitting the ground freezes the older Yamamada brother, choking him for a second before he shakes it off.
He can still hear Jiro's voice calling for their younger brother and his heart breaks. He grabs the hat, shoves it into his back pocket, and scoops his little brother into his arms.
"I'll find him, Jiro, I promise."
But first, he has to get Jiro somewhere safe and so he carries his brother back to where they have been staying. He lays him down gently, uses some water and cloths they've scavenged to clean his face, and lays his hat beside him on the bed so it can be the first thing he sees.
That said and done, all he can do is sit there, beside the bed and watch, wait and hope Jiro will be okay when he wakes up.
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The sky was still twisting with the unearthly colors and it wasn't long after he woke up that his eyes began to cloud over. There was a brief moment of sanity as he glanced over to Ichiro, eyes lighting up when he saw his big brother, fading as the aurora took over.
He had been staring at it for a long while.
"What....where am I?" Jiro was pushing himself up, wincing in pain at the bruise that was forming on his face. "Did you fucking kidnap me?!"
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"You're safe Jiro, I brought you back to where we are staying." God, that he even has to consider that he has been kidnapped, the bruise, all of it. How many times is he going to fail as a brother?
"No one kidnapped you, it's me Ichiro, why would I do that?"
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"Are you-stop fucking with me," Jiro growled, touching the tender spot on his face. "You thought you could get me to do what you said if you pretended you were Nii-chan? Eat shit."
Jiro wasn't always as dumb as he acted, and saw this guy at least wasn't prepared to completely fight him back. So he acted, diving straight at him with his hands to his throat, trying to bash his head against the floor to stun him enough that he could escape out the door.
He had no idea if this was going to work, but by God was he going to try.
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That is probably the one thing that is true here in Jiro's mind, Ichiro is not prepared to full-on fight him. He loves him, has built his entire life around protecting his little brothers, the thought of hurting one of them kills him so fiercely it's a physical ache in his chest.
"DAMN IT JIRO!!!" He hates the bass in his voice as he hits the floor, the breath knocked from him after, it gives the younger Yamada the time to get out the door.
"JIRO!! Stop..." His voice is panicked as Ichiro gets to his feet and races out the door after his younger brother.
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"Saburo? Saburo!! If you're here tell me! Nii-chan!!" With the last shout he was going to take off again, whatever direction was the closest to reaching the door. "Nii-chan, where are you?! I need help!!"
Better catch up to him quick, Ichiro, because he was about to start running.