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redshift: tdm #3
Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.
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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. tfln: anchor edition.
The power returns with a surge throughout the colony, abrupt and powerful. Whether it’s because of an increase in the levels of radiation powering the dome or the unexpected addition of two more suns to the sky, the lights are back on, so to speak.
A surge that powerful has consequences, though. While some (currently unknown) systems have been powered up, others (mostly unknown) have come to life with a vengeance.
In specific, the robo-matchmaker in the intimacy lounge. Ordinarily, it works by taking the information of people who enter the intimacy lounge and pairing them up based on a carefully-tooled algorithm, so people are matched into casual or potentially romantic relationships. Somehow, through the frying of circuits and the machinations of a match-making AI gone rogue, the bot has the information of everyone in the colony - whether collected through the network, CCTV, or by scanning the data of people who passed by close at hand.
It's started making profiles for everyone, filling in bits of overheard conversations or bad pickup lines that it thinks match the personality of its chosen victims. It's also, helpfully, started sending messages at random to other characters, just to get the romantic ball rolling. Profiles and messages are as off the wall as the bot making them. Welcome to TFLN, Anchor Edition.
A surge that powerful has consequences, though. While some (currently unknown) systems have been powered up, others (mostly unknown) have come to life with a vengeance.
In specific, the robo-matchmaker in the intimacy lounge. Ordinarily, it works by taking the information of people who enter the intimacy lounge and pairing them up based on a carefully-tooled algorithm, so people are matched into casual or potentially romantic relationships. Somehow, through the frying of circuits and the machinations of a match-making AI gone rogue, the bot has the information of everyone in the colony - whether collected through the network, CCTV, or by scanning the data of people who passed by close at hand.
It's started making profiles for everyone, filling in bits of overheard conversations or bad pickup lines that it thinks match the personality of its chosen victims. It's also, helpfully, started sending messages at random to other characters, just to get the romantic ball rolling. Profiles and messages are as off the wall as the bot making them. Welcome to TFLN, Anchor Edition.
Robo-Matchmaker (?̵̢̠̀?̷̠͉͍̝̙̕ͅ?̡̢̡̹̩̖̝̞̪̦̘ͅ)
I͎͇̰̺̼͡ ̝̳̼̻͕̩͚á̷̳͍̫͕͞m̱̱̺͍̳̞̖ ̴̥͇̣͎̺̤̩͕̩͜h͖̕͞͠er͉̟͕͈̳̀ḙ͔̼̠̤ ͓̠̰̗̹̘̣͔t͏̸̤̳̙͍͎̮͕̞͢o҉̨̜͖̠̝͙̜̦̜ ̮̠̝̪̩̤̣m̖̻a̤͙̘̲̫̩̗k̮͓̀͜e̶̠͚͞ ̯̯̘̦͜͠you͈̹̟͔͜͠ͅr͈̮̮̗͖̜̠͠ ̮̗̗̹̘̬̠͢d̴̵̯͖̀r̷͇͍̦̗̯͢eaṃ̘͝͞ş̳̺̭̮͜ ̖͚͚͓͙͇͙͓̜c͖͕̰̞̺̟̫ớ͈̖͇̲̗m̶̞̟̣̘͎̘̲̣̕͢é̠̯͞ ̼t͔͢r͢͏̠̙̜̬͖̞̥̜ư̧͈̫͜e̹̮̮̝͝.̗̠̪̭̫͞
Interests: true love, friends with benefits, e͏͇̫m̲̤̬͟ ͉͍͜ǫ̙̟̳̲͘t̬͓i҉̟̼̣͓̯̜̞̼͜ ҉̛̺̪̣͈͖͖̟̥̺o̴̢͔̙̥̠̟̮̮̪̩n̷̗̜s҉̰̖̯͟͠
Assets: I̤̥̙̺̪̪̱͜ ̢̟k̢̰̫ͅn͕̤̳o̤͚͓͓w̲̬ ͠e̸̞̺̳͔̙ve̝̳̭̣̝͠ͅry͏̝̙̠t̲͚̠hi͕̣̯ng̭͓͕̖͈ ̖̣ą̰͖̲ͅbơ̯̥̹̠̱u͉̯̪͟t̜̞̱ yo̹͙ͅu̢̗.̡̪̥̙̱̘̞ ͕̀:̮̩̯̜̗̘)
Ass-ets: a bot never tells
✔ 😏 💀 🍆 ❤ 🔥 ✖
code to post
b. bad trip.
Unfortunately (there's always an unfortunately, isn't there?), something in one of the agricultural research facilities went haywire during the power surge, too, and released spores into some of the ventilation shafts, which carried the spores to specific parts of the agricultural areas and also released them into the park at the base of the colony.
Virtually overnight, red algae (water) and fungus (other structures) grows to cover the better part of the park and chunks of the agricultural level. There's plenty of room to avoid the algae or fungus if characters don't want to go near it (or if players don't want the effects). In fact, avoiding it is probably the smarter thing to do - except it keeps spreading, and it needs to be stopped before it infects the whole park or makes parts of the agricultural level unusable. The algae makes foliage and vegetation toxic to eat, but going in to get samples may be kind of tricky.
Those who come in contact with the algae and its spores will feel a variety of effects. The mildest among them are headaches, headiness, and mild highs; the sort of thing that would come from pot use or tipsiness. Progressing from there, depending on levels of exposure, the intoxication effects are heightened. Hallucinations, extreme highs, loss of coordination, slurred language, loss of inhibition, and an addiction that begins as a mild desire to stay near the algae and rapidly progresses into something worse.
Prolonged or extreme exposure will lead to the beginnings of vine-like plants growing under the skin, following characters' arteries and veins. The exposed will begin to exhibit plant-like behaviors - craving light, warmth, water. Particularly water. Worse, the infected will start to function as part of a collective with the algae/fungus growth, working in its interests. They will try to bring other creatures to the growth to attempt to infect them, they'll fight those who intend to destroy the growth, and they'll struggle against anyone who tries to remove them from its company or cure them.
While the growth can be destroyed with fire, the smoke still poses a hazard and can be accompanied by the mild/moderate effects of the algae itself. There are other ways to solve the algae problem, but most of them lie in the depths of the research station that accidentally released the spores in the first place, and the growth there is worse than anywhere else in the colony. Characters can be cured, too - by way of the medbay, by keeping them away from the growth until the infection dies, or by player-skill based means.
Virtually overnight, red algae (water) and fungus (other structures) grows to cover the better part of the park and chunks of the agricultural level. There's plenty of room to avoid the algae or fungus if characters don't want to go near it (or if players don't want the effects). In fact, avoiding it is probably the smarter thing to do - except it keeps spreading, and it needs to be stopped before it infects the whole park or makes parts of the agricultural level unusable. The algae makes foliage and vegetation toxic to eat, but going in to get samples may be kind of tricky.
Those who come in contact with the algae and its spores will feel a variety of effects. The mildest among them are headaches, headiness, and mild highs; the sort of thing that would come from pot use or tipsiness. Progressing from there, depending on levels of exposure, the intoxication effects are heightened. Hallucinations, extreme highs, loss of coordination, slurred language, loss of inhibition, and an addiction that begins as a mild desire to stay near the algae and rapidly progresses into something worse.
Prolonged or extreme exposure will lead to the beginnings of vine-like plants growing under the skin, following characters' arteries and veins. The exposed will begin to exhibit plant-like behaviors - craving light, warmth, water. Particularly water. Worse, the infected will start to function as part of a collective with the algae/fungus growth, working in its interests. They will try to bring other creatures to the growth to attempt to infect them, they'll fight those who intend to destroy the growth, and they'll struggle against anyone who tries to remove them from its company or cure them.
While the growth can be destroyed with fire, the smoke still poses a hazard and can be accompanied by the mild/moderate effects of the algae itself. There are other ways to solve the algae problem, but most of them lie in the depths of the research station that accidentally released the spores in the first place, and the growth there is worse than anywhere else in the colony. Characters can be cured, too - by way of the medbay, by keeping them away from the growth until the infection dies, or by player-skill based means.
c. whole foods double-tap.
When all that algae business gets itself sorted out, characters will find some good news at last: the red shift rose up around the colony while everyone was busy and left a very large Whole Foods grocery store behind, just outside of the colony's exit doors.
Going inside reveals that the place isn't in perfect condition. Stuff has been knocked off the shelves and a lot of basic staples are missing, but the luxury items and hygiene basics are all there. Everything from (free range organic and/or vegan) chocolate to that particular kind of shampoo your earth-based character loves so much.
Deeper in the aisles, though, characters will come across more dramatic signs that something is wrong with this place. A smear of blood on the floor, leading toward the back of the building. Should characters choose to investigate, they'll find themselves following a widening smear of gore, with bits of cloth and tissue in the mix. At the very back (in the dairy section - and look! that yogurt is still good!), the source: a dismembered corpse.
Also, zombies.
These aren't the running hordes of 28 Days Later or the clickers of The Last of Us: they're standard Walking Dead shamblers, slow-moving and stupid but relentless, and very capable of coming from unexpected places or surrounding characters during a moment of inattention. Like most standard zombies, a shot to the head will take them out of commission--or you could go full Evil Dead and take that chainsaw from the inexplicable home goods department and go to town.
Those who get bitten will be decontaminated upon arrival back at the colony, but characters won't know that until they get there. Trauma abounds when death seems imminent. Even after decontamination, any injuries will remain until treated in the medbay.
Going inside reveals that the place isn't in perfect condition. Stuff has been knocked off the shelves and a lot of basic staples are missing, but the luxury items and hygiene basics are all there. Everything from (free range organic and/or vegan) chocolate to that particular kind of shampoo your earth-based character loves so much.
Deeper in the aisles, though, characters will come across more dramatic signs that something is wrong with this place. A smear of blood on the floor, leading toward the back of the building. Should characters choose to investigate, they'll find themselves following a widening smear of gore, with bits of cloth and tissue in the mix. At the very back (in the dairy section - and look! that yogurt is still good!), the source: a dismembered corpse.
Also, zombies.
These aren't the running hordes of 28 Days Later or the clickers of The Last of Us: they're standard Walking Dead shamblers, slow-moving and stupid but relentless, and very capable of coming from unexpected places or surrounding characters during a moment of inattention. Like most standard zombies, a shot to the head will take them out of commission--or you could go full Evil Dead and take that chainsaw from the inexplicable home goods department and go to town.
Those who get bitten will be decontaminated upon arrival back at the colony, but characters won't know that until they get there. Trauma abounds when death seems imminent. Even after decontamination, any injuries will remain until treated in the medbay.
Mod Note: The algae/fungus growth is set to last from August 24th until September 1st, when the intro log goes up at the start of the app cycle; or until someone finds a solution and informs the modteam.
QUESTIONS
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Qubit | Irredeemable | Mask or Menace CRAU
He takes a moment to glance around the room - check for threats, get his bearings. The place seems abandoned, apart from one plant that's not as sad-looking as the others. He tries a firm but cautious, "Hello?" - but there's no response.
One more try. "Hello, unauthorized intruder here. Anyone planning to stop me? ... No?" He waits a few seconds, then shrugs, pleasantly surprised. "Well, all right, then. Suppose I'll just... start poking around all these unsecured systems."
It's a stark contrast from the Porter room at Cape Canaveral, the one time he was ever inside. That was a madhouse by comparison. Scientists and military milling about everywhere, refusing him access to the Porter they (ostensibly) wanted to understand, nearly Tasing him when he made a fuss about it. Here, though? Here, he has the place all to himself.
(For the moment.)
He isn't tampering with the portal itself (yet), just observing and taking readings via a custom-made chunky tablet. He occasionally mumbles something to himself as he works, but he's also halfway paying attention to the introductory video. The portal's his main focus, though. Once he leaves this room, there's no telling when he might be able to get back in...
That he's keeping a cool head through all this shouldn't by any means imply he doesn't care. He's actually fairly cranky at the moment - not so much about the transdimensional displacement, but that his abilities have been ... compromised. That is, by now he's realized that his teleportals simply don't work - and, though he hasn't yet realized the extent to which his technokinesis is fucked, he strongly suspects something's up with it. At least, strongly enough that he doesn't want to risk repairing things willy-nilly until he knows more.
Anyway, you know how these systems are - fix one, break two, if you're not careful.
Still, he's trying to keep his grumpiness focused on the machines. No telling what kind of lifeforms he'll encounter in a place like this, and making a bad first impression could be deadly. He's even behaving (inasmuch as he ever does) with regards to the tech - no tinkering, no hotwiring, not taking too many panels off the walls, etc. For the most part, he's just taking inventory, keeping notes on his tablet about the general tech level, what works and what doesn't... and what, in particular, might make the best show of good faith if he fixed it.
You're welcome to find him just about anywhere on the station, poking his nose into any room he can access, but not staying long in any of them. He will, however, take particular interest in the vehicle bay, the security station, and the R&D area - though that last one has a rather nasty fungal infestation going on, so he decides against checking it as thoroughly as he'd like.
Which leads him back to the exit room. I mean, hey, if it's sealed enough to go outside in, it might do for biohazard gear in a pinch. Provided he can find a complete suit that meets his exacting standards (aka, the bare minimum).
"Hm... cracked faceplate. No, that won't do. How about you, then? No, of course there's a hole in the boot." An exaggerated sigh, to no one in particular. "Would it kill these people to separate out the bad ones? Be lucky if I can assemble a full pair of trousers, at this rate."
I'll make this thing work if it takes me all night.
Interests: computers, portals, long walks through the colony
Assets: Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm feeling a connection.
Ass-ets: My hair's not the only thing that stands up.
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"Oh, hey! I haven't seen you befo-OH MY GOD."
That would be Peter glancing past this new buddy into the R&D area and seeing this great horror-fungus all over the goddamn place. Oh no. Oh dang. Ooooh no.
"What is this!? Literally all my stuff is in there! Like, all of it! What the Hell!? I-- nggghhh!!"
I mean he's going in there for his stuff. He's getting ready to crawl across the freaking ceiling if he has to this is bullshit he hates this.
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04.
I have no idea what Wi-Fi is, but I'll try to be if it means a connection.
text; @Qubit
oh no i forgot to typo in the first reply
headcanon: matchmaker bot tried to make klaus sound smart
headcanon accepted
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loki | mcu | drift fleet crau
"And let me make this clear. You are welcome."
[ loki can't help the derisive bark of laughter at that. welcome. he has never been welcome anywhere. but it's not surprising that after the atroma vanished, he'd be shunted off somewhere else. a dead man trying to find closure. at least this didn't seem cruel or disingenuous. for now.
he rests his hand against one of the tubes, watching the feeble cells of a creature shift within the liquid. his lips curve at the corners, bemused. ]
Doing whatever it takes to survive. It seems nature never changes.
[ he should do that too. survive. live. let the universe choke on his continued life. ]
( ii. whole foods, double tap )
[ well. he hadn't expected that. though perhaps he should have. these new dimensions were unpredictable and who knows what trickled through. with a great sigh, he picks up the large bleach jug, casually braining the zombie, sending it crashing to the floor. the gaggle seem to shamble closer, not that loki is paying much attention. ]
I'm not wasting my weapons on you cretins. Leave me be.
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God of Mischief, Rightful King of Jotunheim, was once Captain of a ship. I wear many hats, though I have settled on being chaotic neutral.
Interests: The arts, parties, stabbing.
Assets: More than yours.
Ass-ets: I have a wealth of experience that far surpasses most and I don't fumble around with sentimentality to get us there. I'm also a shape-shifter. You can connect the dots.
iii. I'm so sorry.
🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆
never heard of a word sorry, doesn't exist
amazing.
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whole foods whole paycheck amirite
He'd thought he was alone in here, so he wasn't too concerned about making that gigantic noise that he just made, buuut now that the shelf isn't obstructing his view he sure does see another not-zombie standing there.]
Oh, whoops.
[His eyes narrow when he actually sees the person standing there, but before he has a chance to comment, every other zombie in the place chooses right then to make that creepyass zombie groaning noise and start shambling over. Which is not ideal, but eh. They're slow.]
Yeaaaah, we should maybe go. I mean, soonish? These guys aren't exactly breaking any land speed records over here.
keeping it real
that's how we do
fingerguns
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Rey | Original Character.
Even before entering the store, Rey looks to have seen better days. Her injuries have more or less faded away, but the ghosts of healing bruises and cuts on her face remain. It's one of the reasons why she isn't meandering through the first aid aisle first (though knowing her lifestyle, that would be the more prudent course of action), because within the day she'll be good as new. Mostly. Save for the scars that are already there.
While checking out the survival necessities would be the more prudent choice, instead Rey finds herself perusing the shelves of scented candles and incense. She picks out the sandalwood variety, about to open the pack of incense when she begins to hear tearing from nearby. And it's not the sound clothes shredding or a box opening would make.
No, that is the destinct sound of something ripping flesh. If only it wasn't so easy to pin the source, her conscience would be a lot happier and she could continue perusing the selection in blissful ignorance. Her bruised face scrunches as she returns the packet to the shelf with a quizzical hum under her breath; the footfalls of her combat boots muffled by her careful stride. Quiet, she peeks around the corner.
Among the ravaged bloody towels and broken glass from bathroom appliances, a shadow hunches over an unmoving figure on the floor. It doesn't take much for Rey to know a corpse when she sees one, but the moving shape on top of it? That looked like something out of one of her brother's movies he persuaded her watch with him.
She could take it on, if she wanted. Her eyes narrow as she studies the gory scene.
"Nope," she decides nonchalantly in a whisper. "Not doing this today."
While it's distracted, there's no reason to disturb it. Rey has seen many troubling things, and this was no more traumatic to her than a war zone, or that virus outbreak of Webcap in Chicago that sent people into a frenzy. Unlike Chicago, however, this has nothing to do with her -- so, with little desire to sit and watch things go from bad to worse, she turns heel and marches towards the entrance with a suspicious calm.
Or it could be suspicious to those who pays notice to an imposing scar-faced woman, already looking as if she's walked away from a few scuffles (and wouldn't you like to see the other guy), walking away from a zombie eating a corpse like it's just another Sunday.
ii. wouldn't you like to know?
fuck the what is this bullshit?
Interests: no. nope. not you. Ć̵͍U̷̥̎T̴̾ͅE̶̛̝ ̴̦͘Ḟ̴̡Ȓ̷͎E̵̩̋C̵̝͛Ḱ̶̩L̴͕̒Ė̸̢Ď̸̟ ̸̝̚R̷̰͆E̸̲̒D̷̬͝H̸̡̚Ĕ̸̦A̶̟̕D̴͖͒Ë̸̙́D̴̼̂ ̸͜͠W̸̢͌Ó̴͍M̴̱͝É̴̲Ǹ̷̖ ̴͍͆D̷̿͜Ẹ̷̈́Ḻ̸̐I̵̞̊Ĉ̴̻I̴̩͂O̸̥̓U̶̪͊S̸̰̍ ̷̣̇F̴̖͋Ỏ̷̘Ȏ̴͓Ḍ̴̈́ ̶̪̈́Ą̷͆Ņ̴͗Ḑ̸͂ ̸̠̽P̵̥͑R̵̝͒Ě̶̺Ť̸̡T̷̙̈́Y̴̫̿ ̷̹̈́Ḓ̵̿R̴͈̎E̷͝ͅS̴͖̒S̷̬̔E̸̫̿S̵̢̎ ̴̹̓(̸̼͋◡̷̨̀‿̶̩͒◡̷͇̓✿)̶̪͛
Assets: none of your goddamn business.
Ass-ets: fuck off. W̴̘͝Ĥ̸̺A̷̭̎T̸͎̈́ ̴̪̿I̵̭̿S̷̹̈́ ̶̯̋L̶̦̀O̷͍̚V̴̝͘E̴̟͝?̵̨͗ ̶̡̽щ̸̻̀(̸̪̑oД̷͚̌oщ̷̪̅)̷̖͛
ii. ✔
damn if i had freckles id be 4 for 4
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i.
Carlisle hates it, naturally -- hates that he has some semblance of influence over them -- but the fact they aren't living people means they can't look at him with the a judgmental glare; they don't care what he is beneath all his layers because they haven't the capacity to do so. And so, so he goes about his business of examining what the store has to offer, making his way up and down the rows until he rounds the corner and nearly runs right into someone -- someone living. He stiffens immediately, leaping back a half-step as he pulls his arms toward him defensively.
"Wh- don't scare me like that!" His tone is accusatory, despite the fact he's the one who almost walked right into her.
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Short, ragged and bushy-haired, she edges out from around the corner of one aisle, spear at the ready just in case as she follows the blood trail... only to find Rey nonchalantly walking away from the not-dead-not-alive thing. Maybe she doesn't know it's there. If she can catch Rey's eye, she points back at it, that wariness escalating to a sense of urgency and alertness.
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You got anything to do with that?
[Strange, she looks banged up, but not recently so, so he'd wager the cause isn't a tussle with the creature in the store. She also doesn't seem to be fleeing so much as going on a Sunday stroll.]
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haenyo / oc
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I swim by again?
Interests: Trying new food, exploring, talking to others
Assets: A new, deeper perspective on life and treasures from places you'd never think to go.
Ass-ets: A firm bite.
— bobbing along at the bottom of the beautiful briny sea;
the sea
He clears his throat, trying to get her attention before addressing her himself.]
Who are you talking to?
thAT USERNAME I LOVE IT
I love my stupid puns, man.
don't i know it
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steak / food fantasy / hadriel crau
I really loathe people who are full of nonsense.
Interests: Duty, eliminating fallen angels, helping others
Assets: Loyalty, passion, a good work ethic.
Ass-ets: ???
— is it really murder if they're the undead?;
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Dammit.
[Readjusting his hold on everything he peers at the person with the swords who rounded the aisle. They look.. vaguely familiar, but he can't place it.]
Dude, stop yelling! You're gonna attract them more than this shit did.
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kassandra of sparta --> assassin's creed odyssey
I'm called the Eagle-Bearer, misthios, or malakas, depending on who's saying it.
Interests: Fighting, sailing, avoiding philosophical discourse
Assets: I can kill anyone you want me to. Loyal to my family, mercenary to everyone else.
Ass-ets: Biceps, scars, and a short leather skirt.
b. network
CHIRP.
[ Anyone familiar with ornithology might recognize the call of a Golden Eagle, but you don't need to know birds to recognize that the video post appears to be of an eagle. He's staring at the camera, tilting his head to one side, then the other.
He might be trying to decide whether he wants to eat you. ]
Ikaros! Ikaros, what are you doing?
[ The voice from off-screen is female, with a heavy Greek accent.
A moment later, a woman appears in frame, shooing the eagle away more gently than the shout would have indicated. ]
Oh. Ikaros, there's someone's face on it.
[ Congratulations, Anchor, you've been drunk dialed by an eagle. ]
c. feel free to wildcard
B | video; @aa
Hello! I think your bird butt-dialed me.
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Kieran Duffy | Read Dead Redemption 2 | Currently in-game
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Interests: Horse whispering, fishing, avoiding the occasional onset of soul-crushing existential dread.
Assets:
[SEARCHING…]
Gangly trainwreck doused in anxiety and somehow always covered in horsehair.
[REFINING SEARCH…….]
Needs a bath.
[NARROWING SEARCH WITH POSITIVE ATTRIBUTE FILTERS………..]
A good, wholesome boy with a tiny horse.
Ass-ets: 6’3. Pretty eyes. Lean muscle that literally nobody has ever seen. Nice hair… when it’s washed.
[ADVISORY TO PROSPECTIVE SUITORS: KIERAN DUFFY HAS PRESENTED WITH DIFFICULTY IN UTILIZING TEXT-BASED FEATURES. AUDIO AND/OR VISUAL MESSAGES ARE RECOMMENDED.]
[B is for Barn-living may not have been such a great idea, after all…]
Sleeping up in the rafters of a barn he’s been slowly working on bringing back into shape has its benefits. It’s roomy, quiet (he couldn’t stand that faint humming of electronics in the dorms), and it feels like home. At least, more like home than anywhere else in the cold, metal station surrounded by sweeping red sand. It’s also felt safer than anywhere else he’s been… ever, whether back home or in this new, strange place. So, he’s curled up for a rare nap in his makeshift hammock, gently swaying back and forth with every minute movement brought about by flashing memories and wayward emotions tied up in his dreams. They’re good. They’ve been fairly decent ever since he had his conversation with the local spirit of Compassion.
Kieran awakes with a start when he hears a series of high-pitched neighs from outside. He’d turned Branwen out for pasture earlier, confident that the little horse wouldn’t get into any trouble and hopeful that having a friend would help convince that glowing mare from a few nights ago (now lovingly named Eavan) to stay nearby. It’d been working so far, and Kieran is sure that given a couple more days, Eavan would’ve been ready for an introduction to some makeshift reins. In other words, everything was going great.
Until exactly this moment.
As Kieran peeks out the window, the first thing that catches his eye is the pair of horses standing out in the small field, close to an equally small water supply, close to the size of a pond. The second is the nervous footwork and tail swishes of said horses as they back away from the pond’s banks. The third is the eerie tinge reminiscent of blood as blotches of red algae start to spread along the water’s surface.
He barely has any time to register all of the above before he’s on the move, sliding down the ladder to his rafter, grabbing the closest rope he can find (not in the best condition, but it’ll have to do), and running out into the field, tying familiar knots into the rope along the way. Branwen is easy to take care of. All Kieran has to do is pat the horse’s neck and point him towards the barn. Eavan takes a little more coaxing, a mountain of kind words, and that herd instinct to follow Branwen and this strange not-horse thing before she allows Kieran to slip the jury-rigged rope reins over her long, glow-marked face to lead her away from the water.
Kieran’s too busy working with Eavan’s initial lack of cooperation to notice the strange fungus lining the grass, or to realize he’s breathing in tiny bits of something he really shouldn’t. He mindlessly clears his throat and continues leading Eavan and eventually Branwen away from the area. He’s not sure where they can go. He just knows it’s far away from here, and that, if the lightheadedness that starting to settle in is any indication, he’s going to need a little bit of help—help that he waves down when he sees someone nearby, calling out at the same time.
“Hey! Hey over here!”
Maybe (hopefully!) that help happens to be your character.
[W is for Wildcard]
[Come up with whatever you want, or get in touch with me at
B is for Boi what you still doin in this evac zone
Either way, Kieran's got his attention. Before he and Peter can seal off the area, they've got to make sure they're not trapping anyone inside. And, well, here's someone, leading a couple of horses away from the barn. Qubit strides over with obvious urgency.
"Are you all right?" he asks sternly.
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Ben Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy | Currently in game
(Please note this whole profile is robot-generated and Ben will be shocked and appalled to discover its existence)
Really needs to date somebody already it's way overdue.
Interests: Books, being alive, other people's business.
Assets: Humor, curiosity, resilience.
Ass-ets: Good hair, nice smile, an abundance of tentacles. 🐙
B. 420 spore it
[ Ben would never intentionally get high, because he
is a killjoyhas spent much of the last decade and a half of his life watching drugs and alcohol devastate his brother, change him, throw him in all kinds of wretched and dangerous situations. Even before all that had started, though, Ben had never liked not being in control. It had been hammered into him, over and over again, a constant refrain in his upbringing, that control was essential in particular for him. Because there were monsters inside of him, part of him. If he didn't stay vigilant, conduct his life in a prudent and moderate way, those monsters might just mutilate or kill an innocent person, a loved one, lay waste to the whole planet.So Ben doesn't do drugs, and he doesn't do booze, and he doesn't do letting his guard down all that much, either. He's made some progress on that last front in the time he's been here. He's opened up, a tiny sliver, to a few people who he thinks may become his friends. But there is a huge difference between that and the kind of slurred, distracted honesty that comes over him after he comes in contact with a patch of that algae.
He doesn't yet know about the algae and its effects, so he doesn't understand why his head feels so strange, why his limbs feel heavy and his joints loose, why he is overcome with the sudden need to be around people. Friends, strangers, doesn't much matter to him. He just doesn't feel like being alone. When he's alone, it's too easy to forget that he's corporeal again, that people can see and hear him. So he goes seeking company of any kind... ]
C. Crying at the Wawa (again)
[ It would take a lot more than eerieness and some old bloodstains to discourage Ben from gathering supplies that might be essential for the Anchor's survival. He arrives at that Whole Foods with a huge empty duffel that he'd found in an old lab (it had needed a few runs through a washing machine to get it clean, but oh well). Ben has a mental list, of items that are important. Finally all those lessons on survival in hostile situations might actually be serving some good. But he has another, separate list, too. Little luxuries. Things he knows will make his siblings, and himself, a little happier. Any brightness, in this unpredictable place where all of them are trapped, would be nice.
Ben isn't all that surprised, when he encounters another scavenger, here to make the most of this chance. He lifts a hand in greeting, asks by way of hello: ]
You seen the health and wellness section around here anywhere?
[ He has no sense yet that talking aloud in a regular voice might attract some unwanted attention from the grocery store's undead denizens... ]
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She jumps when she notices Ben - she didn't really hear him come in. ]
Oh! Hey! Sorry, I'll be out of your way in a second.
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The Liberator | OC | LifeAftr CRAU
She has the vaguest sense of people's mouths moving implying some form of communication. But even if she understood the words, she can't hear, and there's no mind to contact in a video, so she can only watch the screen flicker and try to deduce the meaning from the displayed images, which, while not as clear as communication with The People, as least is something more understandable to her.
Decontamination proves less comprehensible, leaving her staring in mild bewilderment at the only exit, closed no matter how hard she yanks on the door. Frankly, decontamination is probably not a terrible idea in this case, considering she has a distinctly unwashed kind of smell.
Finally she lowers her metal spear and starts trying to pry the door open.
2: 💀🚶 (whole foods double-tap)
Buildings like this are still a new concept to The Liberator. She's not so fond of deep caves and constructs, which a lot of buildings remind her of, but at least these places belong to the benign small-eyed big-nosed people as far as she can tell. The food here too, and that's worth pursuing; she liked a lot of the strange food of the island, and even the mystery cans and bags here seem to be full of it.
She rustles and rummages about, leaving a trail of tested food items in her wake; a can of peaches forced open with her spear (and sticky juice everywhere), a bag of nuts opened and found undesirable. Down another aisle she pops open a bag and munches on some salty snacks, blissfully unaware of the groaning, shambling corpse coming down the aisle. Almost completely deaf, she's used to sensing the thoughts of other creatures and relying upon that -- but these things have no mind to speak of and certainly no stray thoughts to hear.
3: 💖 (tfln: anchor edition)
🏗⬆️🌅🐉💀🏝😇
Interests: ❤️️🏝🌕🍖
Assets: 💪 🗡👽 ❗️💥💨
Ass-ets: 😌❤️️💭❤️️😌
2, lesdoitt
He almost turns and walks right out, but his cautious ears are trained to all sorts of sounds that the Liberator's are not; he hears the shambling corpse first, then turns to spot it stumbling down the aisle towards her—to him, just another crouched figure. Asher is not familiar with what a zombie is, given the far future from which he hails. Even if he was, it is the sort of concept he would scoff at, being a man so obsessed with science and fact. But he sees the gore painted across its fingers and gaping mouth, torn at the lips to expose shredded gums and cracked teeth... and he's able to piece things together quickly enough.
"You there—halt!" The Warlock barks, trying to keep the nerves from his voice. Ever since dying—really, actually dying, with no promise of resurrection—reentered the equation for him, he'd done his best to sequester himself from any potential conflicts... but Guardian ways die hard, and he is not quite able to leave the other figure in the building to potentially be attacked. The undead's mind may be empty, but Asher's is racing from a heavy cocktail of emotion and conflicting thoughts; hopefully that might be enough to alert the Liberator that something is amiss.
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2! this character is fascinating :0
ngl I was so tempted to tag in on you but was anxious about how it worked and how to tag in LOL
sall good we got this 8D
Sam Wilson | MCU + station72 CRAU | OTA
[ Look, this is the closest thing to anything on Earth that Sam’s seen in longer than he really knows, all right, he can’t be blamed for the fact that his immediate reaction is to grab a couple of backpacks and duffle bags and start filling them up. He learned the value of grabbing what you can while you can a long time ago, and it’s only been reinforced more with every mission that he’s gone on. It’s never sure if he’ll actually be able to make a planned exit or if they’re going to have to run for it, but that just makes it even more important to be prepared to take back anything he can with him.
...he probably can be blamed for the fact that he’s standing in the premium wine aisle, though, and that at least one of the duffle bags appears to be half full of nothing but wine. Half full because he’s currently pulling bottles off the shelf and examining them, then either putting them back or adding them to the bag.
The rest of the bags are piled at his side, some full and some empty, and there’s a sleek metal backpack on his back that looks a lot different than anything that might be found in Whole Foods. Perched on the top of the aisle is a red and black alien bird with too many eyes, running its beak through the feathers on its back, but it perks up and lets out a soft trill when it hears someone coming.
Sam looks up from the two bottles of wine in his hand, shooting whoever it is a slightly self deprecating grin. He considers promising that he’s not an alcoholic, really, but, well. Leading with that is probably not the best way to convince anyone that’s true. ]
You never know, yeah? Gotta stock up while you can.
II. DOUBLE TAP
[ And there comes the end of while you can. Sam’d be tempted to make a joke about it being a Whole Foods and of course it’s swarmed with zombies, but, well. He’s a little too busy fighting off said zombies to crack one liners.
All right, no he’s not. He’s never too busy to make snarky comments, it just so happens that at the moment, there’s no one around to make them at. Which, well. Isn’t really something he wants to think about all that closely, so instead, focusing on the zombies it is.
He’s got his wings spread wide, metal glinting in the florescent lighting as he uses them to knock back any zombie that gets uncomfortably close while he picks them off with a gun. And he’s doing a pretty damn good job - but he’s still alone, and of course, as soon as he has that thought, a dozen or so of them shamble out from a back room and all start towards him at once. ]
Oh, come on.
III. TFLN: ANCHOR EDITION
Are you in the Air Force? Cause you’re hotter than the engine of an F-22A Raptor.
Interests: Birds, keeping the company of cats masquerading as humans, ignoring the physics of gravity
Assets: If you’re looking for a man who can sweep you off your feet, you can’t do much better than one who can fly.
Ass-ets: Uncle Sam ain’t the only one who wants you, baby. Target acquired, we are weapons hot, cleared to engage.
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He's also wearing a blood-spattered radiation suit, and there's a bloody crowbar in the cart's top basket.
So, you know. Just another Friday at Whole Foods. ]
On the plus side, we know it'll keep.
II DOUBLE TAP YEAAAAAA
whole foods
onni hotakainen ❄ stand still. stay silent
X. new planet who dis
What is unusual is seeing a dude under one of the trees. She certainly hasn't met everyone in Anchor, but she would have remembered this guy in his... sort of old-fashioned looking clothes. Or maybe fantasy-ish? (She knows nothing about Finland, sorry.) At any rate, he looks upset, and that kind of makes her think he's new - she was pretty upset herself, when she first got here.
So, she greets him with a little wave and a smile. "Hello, uh. Are you okay?"
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imma gonna switch to brackets if thats cool
totally fine!
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Whoops that was my bad, I didn't notice she sat down.
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reynir árnason | stand still. stay silent.
Small-town shepherd. Inexperienced mage. Too soft for his own good.
Interests: Exploring, making friends, being helpful.
Assets: Enthusiasm and kindness. Natural magical talent. Sweet disposition.
Ass-ets: Cute smile. Freckles. Braid for days.
C | MONSTERS? MUST BE TUESDAY
[ Walking into this abandoned Old World store would have been a much more daunting and frightening experience to Reynir a little while earlier in his life, when he had never ventured beyond the small rural town where he grew up. But after his venture into the Silent World, wandering around in old abandoned places, seeing the story of what must have happened there written in toppled furniture and smears of blood is... familiar. More familiar than many other things in this place.
He wishes he had his team with him, of course. Or just Sigrun in a pinch. But supplies are important, and he thinks that if he can get in and get out quickly, he won't alert any trolls or beasts or whatever equivalents they have in this world. He is comforted by the anti-radiation suit he had taken with him; as long as nothing attacks him, pierces his skin, he won't have to worry about not being immune...
A noise startles him, makes him whirl around suddenly to see he is not the only one who has gone exploring... ]
C
Sniff sniff sniff goes Princess Thug, right up to - whoever this is.]
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klaus hargreeves 👻 the umbrella academy (+ hadriel crau) 👻 currently in game
hot mess. giant slut. professional dumpster diver. trash panda in human form.
Interests: 🍑🍑🍑 🍆🍆🍆 💦💦💦
Assets: very very open-minded.
Ass-ets: lots and lots of experience. will introduce you to new kinks you've never heard of. wears leather on the daily.
Alex Price | InCryptid
[The most important part of Grandma Alice's advice about treating going in to the field like going to war, Alex has always thought, is the part about not getting any drunker than the people around you. He's never been one to drink in excess or experiment with mind-altering substances.
Maybe that's why the algae hits the poor nerd as hard as it does as fast as it does. He hasn't begun the process of changing yet, but the fact that he's flipping through one of his field journals, pen in hand, and mumbling in a slurred voice to himself as he "corrects" his own notes is probably a pretty dead giveaway something is up.]
If this place is really what it says... there... there really should be more snakes. The multiverse really likes making snakes. This is a poten- p-... I need to look into this.
[Someone stop him before he decides to play Crocodile Hunter in the sand dunes or something, please. The corrections to his notes are actually just very bad drawings of snakes. And technically one legless lizard, which he may or may not be in a five minute long diatribe about how they are not actually snakes, because he's also going in and out of his reptile house tour script between what he's convinced right now are important scientific discoveries.]
2. TFLUniverse
The God of Scales and Silence.
Interests: Cryptoherpetology, fencing, environmental conservation
Assets: Smart, Patient, Good Listener
Ass-ets: Skilled hands, athletic body and a deeply-seated psychological need for approval that translates to a desire to please a partner at any cost.
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noodlessnakes and Julie gets the feeling that she's probably safe enough for now, no matter which end of the scale he's currently sitting on.]Uhhh... hey, buddy...
[We do not need more snakes. In fact, we could use less snakes. Negative snakes. Julie is not a fan. She approaches with her sleeve held over her nose and mouth so she doesn't breathe any of the nasty shit in.]
Are you okay?
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