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interstellar55552016-03-09 08:18 pm
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552016-03-09 08:18 pm
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☆MINGLE IN THE CITY
Who: NEWBIES FROM EVERYWHERE.
What: More rescuers and musicians have arrived. This is a non specific mingle log for whatever you want to do that is intro related!
When: March 9th, 2055
Where: Anywhere in Vista City!
Warnings: Could be anything, or possibly nothing.
You'll quickly notice that Vista City comes with multiple levels - the ground level, that actually touches the earth, and then a second level of streets and walkways that occurs halfway up the mountainous buildings. Cars streak down both sets of speedways, and the signs of life scatter every inch of the towers surrounding you. At the same time, though, a city of this magnitude leaves a lot of nooks and crannies left frequently unseen - something you'll definitely have to take advantage of. In the outer ring of the city the population is less dense than it gets towards the center, so at the least it gives you the opportunity to get your bearings.
You'll find that there is no shortage of people stalking around in the darkness, even as the sun sets and night totally takes hold. A lot of them are dressed pretty funny, too, and any insecurities you had about looking ridiculous can tentatively be put aside. The costumes you were left do allow you to blend in about as well as you could hope. You've been advised to avoid talking to locals as much as possible, at least until you've figured things out better. There is a notable absence of homeless people on the streets, which could mean any number of things.
RESCUERS WILL BE GIVEN THE FOLLOWING LOOT:
What: More rescuers and musicians have arrived. This is a non specific mingle log for whatever you want to do that is intro related!
When: March 9th, 2055
Where: Anywhere in Vista City!
Warnings: Could be anything, or possibly nothing.
☆VISTA CITY
You'll quickly notice that Vista City comes with multiple levels - the ground level, that actually touches the earth, and then a second level of streets and walkways that occurs halfway up the mountainous buildings. Cars streak down both sets of speedways, and the signs of life scatter every inch of the towers surrounding you. At the same time, though, a city of this magnitude leaves a lot of nooks and crannies left frequently unseen - something you'll definitely have to take advantage of. In the outer ring of the city the population is less dense than it gets towards the center, so at the least it gives you the opportunity to get your bearings.
You'll find that there is no shortage of people stalking around in the darkness, even as the sun sets and night totally takes hold. A lot of them are dressed pretty funny, too, and any insecurities you had about looking ridiculous can tentatively be put aside. The costumes you were left do allow you to blend in about as well as you could hope. You've been advised to avoid talking to locals as much as possible, at least until you've figured things out better. There is a notable absence of homeless people on the streets, which could mean any number of things.
RESCUERS WILL BE GIVEN THE FOLLOWING LOOT:
- ENGLISH LANGUAGE TRAINING: if your character doesn’t already speak English, they will be given some time with a crown like technological device that seems the be able to psychically teach people languages at a rapid pace. Whatever has been enabling communication so far won’t cover you once you enter the city, so it’s important that you’re prepared. How easily a person’s brain accepts this information will vary based on unseen neurological factors, and can range from perfect fluency to an uneasy second language. (On an OOC level, whether or not your character struggles with picking up English is completely up to you.) Most of this training will be done on the trip to Tera.
- THEIR DESIGNATED TOOLS: any items your character was designated on your application will be given to them now. They’ll have some degree of choice in what they get, but everything is limited in supply. There are manuals for everything, but how much you can be fucked to read them will vary. Also, some of them aren’t in English or anything else even remotely recognizable.
- COMMUNICATION DEVICES: Everybody will get a communicator, which are worn around the back of your ear and project a holographic field over your eyes when activated. The device itself must be manually switched on with your fingers, and from there on out your exact method of controlling it depends on the settings. Some of the more basic functions can be manipulated with “brain waves” (though nothing very complicated) and the rest is mostly voice or touch activated, though you can also set it up to be controlled with blinking and eye movement if you are a “pro”. Its functions include voice, voice-to-text, and a sort of janky manual text mode that you have to touch the screen to use. Video chat is not available, though it is capable of recording video from your POV to be shared manually after the fact. It can also share still images. Various channels can be set up and accessed, both private and public, much like a Teamspeak server is used in gaming.
- HOLO EMITTERS (LIMITED): The amount of these available are limited by “plot convenience.” Do you want your character to have to struggle with their alien appearance to get by constantly? Then imagine there wasn’t enough of them to go around and your character was unlikely or benevolent enough to not receive one. Would you rather they have access to one? Then you can have one. A holo emitter is capable of projecting a holographic image around your character and disguising their appearance, the complexity of which is entirely up to you. The major problems with it are that 1) it can’t conceal things that the hologram doesn’t actually touch – cow horns could be covered in a hologram to look like a hat, but it couldn’t make them look as if there is nothing there at all, and 2) the holograms have no mass, and so if anyone tries to touch them they’ll realize they are just light projections. Also, like most of the equipment, they only work for a few hours before running out of power.
- AMERICANA DISGUISES: Clothing, make up, the works – everything the average joe needs to pass themselves off as a resident of Vista City. Outfits are perhaps a bit more eccentric and flashy than you’re used to...or maybe a bit less, depending where you come from. Either way, it’s a specific look, and there should be enough here to accommodate new outfits for all the humanoids. If you’re a horse, you’re sort of on your own. What your character ends up with is up to you, though “space rave” is a good way to describe common aesthetics. There are also a lot of hooded coats, hats, and other articles that would be good for hiding inhuman characteristics.
- RATIONS: Enough food at water, tightly compact, to last everyone for a few days. It’s going to start to run out quickly, though, so the group is going to need some breadwinners sooner rather than later.
- FAKE IDS: Complete with each individual's image (or a human approximation) and a made up name. It's enough info to get a job with, they'll explain, if you can manage it. Avoid pushing the forgery's limits, though, if you can. Silver and Gold made them themselves so they expect they are excellent quality, but you can never be too careful.
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I am definitely a bottomless pit, and the important part to a body this fabulous is burning it off. It's called high-energy. Again, not that knockoffs like you would know what the real thing looks like.
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It's all a farce.
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[It's the kind of words someone he hated with every fiber of his being would say.]
[He can feel it in his bones.]
[In a cold blackness that echoed somewhere distant beyond all the fires in his eyes and veins.]
[But that's not the kind of shit he can convey out loud.]
[And if he starts strangling Sabo in the middle of the ramen stall he might not get his food. Bastard.]
[So he writes him down the lyrics with drum beats over the top.]
Only fakers think everything is fake,
Only liars can't see the truth
Look beyond the lies and disguise
The heart knows the wisdom hidden in youth
Imitation is too pale
Those who don't get back up are doomed to fail
The secret to the best
Isn't never falling down, it's never giving it a rest
Stubbornness is triumph
If one punch keeps you down
Then that's where you belong
But I'm the type who keeps on kicking
That's why you hear it in my song.
Losers and idiots fall back
Eat my dust
Want to scratch dirt? Then dirt you'll find
But don't look for me back there
I've got something better in mind.
What is real? You know it when you feel it
It's the friendships that never die
Fakers only know how to fake
Liars only know how to lie
[There's a long scritched in notes and beats, and flip the pages over and you'll find a follow-up verse he almost didn't intend to share, but had to write anyway.]
Don't get me wrong, I lie too
My smiles are where I fake the best
But that's the difference between me and you
So put us both to the test.
I'll rise to the top and leave it all behind
There's only darkness back there anyway
Blaze a path through stars and time
This is how the real men play.
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[Sabo says faintly as Ace steals his notebook. Really he should take it back from him and is going to until he sees hes' writing lyrics. He waits more or less patiently, taking the time to eat and when Ace is done, reads what he has.
It's straightforward, sentimental and bold. There is nothing hidden here. Not even what should be. He likes it. He wants to hear it. He wants it to happen for some reason and can see it, as much as this guy pisses him off. But that's what the fans like right? Maybe even need]
Good stuff, you should keep it. [he hesitates a moment before tearing the pages out of the notebook and handing them over, then stealing Aces' first bowl of ramen.]
I'm not interested in competition, but there are plenty who are.
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Quit letting yourself get buried in who you're supposed to be and just find yourself Knockoff. Otherwise you'll never be what you want.
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[slurps down more of Ace's ramen]
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[Well he did steal Sabo's notebook so whatever.]
[He'll wait for the next bowl.]
Please. You're so fake that I'm just some guy with an insatiable urge to punch in your face and even I can see that much. Think on that a bit stiff.
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[there's no denying it. Well there is in the sense that he's not pretending to be what he isn't just accepting the hypocrisy of what he is. He wouldn't say he's authentic but he's not fooling himself either]
Beer.
[this to the vendor as he turns back to his notebook]
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You should try figuring some of it out in your music. Not just burying yourself in the work of it. Workaholic.
Ahhh a drink for me too. Something harder please. Rum or vodka.
[Sake went well with ramen..... and the idea made his world inwardly tilt. Sake was for brothers. And he wasn't about to share a drink like that with this poser.]
I take it you're the "I'm independent though!" type who didn't want to end up with a label or something?
[It's a prompt. A poke. Maybe it'll get a reaction, maybe it won't. At least it'll narrow it down.]
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[he lifts the beer bottle] Cheers.
[as for his music well. He wasn't sure if it was anything he really wanted to share to begin with]
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Actually...
Freedom can be staring you right in the face and you don't even know you have it. Don't miss out on it seeing a glass ceiling that isn't even there.
[It doesn't... it's not...]
[And yet...]
[He can't put his finger on it. The years between seventeen and twenty where that applied. The missing years. And yet... It was a lesson he already learned. Wasn't it?]
[A hand goes to his temple on the side away from Sabo to rub it in small circles. He can feel it, and yet he can't remember it. Like a dream. And the harder he tries, the more it fades away.]
Freedom's doing whatever you want right?
[His heart feels like it's being choked again. That burning sensation from the back forward all over again. Something about his brothers. He doesn't even want to look at it too much, it clearly hurts more than should be necessary.]
Caged birds need to fly, but they still have to know where they're going first.
[He laughs quietly suddenly.] Labels are just like your stupid knockoff sunglasses. A little sticker on the front so people who don't look beyond them don't see. They shield, but not much. If everything's too dark for you, take them off. Unless you're afraid. [STICKS HIS TONGUE OUT.]
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You focus too much on the surface. [he pushes the sunglasses up and drinks his beer] This is just a look. I like it, but it doesn't mean anything. Otherwise I need to do what I need to do.
[fear had nothing to do with it. And sometimes it was easier to see in the dark]
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[There's a sort of smirk at that.]
[But he wonders.]
[Does he? Or does he just want others to assume so? Is that the same for this guy?]
And you don't? Or is this all a disguise then?
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If you can't find freedom then you need to know who's holding you back. Are you sure it's not yourself?
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I've got it covered.
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Who says I'm worried for you, moron? I'm still mocking you. Get it right.
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Just charge it here. Both meals.
[he's got to go back and actually get some tactile practice with the guitar]
See you around. Hopefully not in the most wanted list.
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[But ehhhh since Sabo actually paid for his meal, ruining his eat'n'run plans, he gets up and bows.]
Thank you very much for the food.
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I very much doubt I'm younger than you. Don't treat me like a child asshole.
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Okay sure.
[he could tease him more but that's for later]
Enjoy.
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Thanks! I will. [Beams, and sits back down to eat some more.]
[And hopefully not drown from a narcoleptic fit oops.]