interstellar5555 | ☆MINGLE IN THE CITY

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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.

☆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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Who the hell are you calling cheap furniture?! [that punch hurt. Have one back even harder in your stupid mouth]

It's still a risk and a fire hazard you asshole! [he wraps his hand around those stupid beads to jerk him close, lurching his head back as Ace grabs the glasses]

Wha-- Those are--! That doesn't matter, you dumbass! It's just a statement! Not that I would expect you to understand.

Tch.

[he shoves him back.]

Let me put it this way. Light another one and I will beat you shitless. [his fingers flutter as if longing to twirl something, to feel the weight of something. What is it?]

Fuck off Knockoff cardboard-do-it-yourself-not-even-hardware!

[HEADBUTTS.]

Yeah, I got the statement. They say "I'm a cheap tryhard bastard who doesn't have a sense of style of my own so I have to pretend I'm saying something meaningful, but the only meaning behind this is:

[DEEP BREATH AND A TOTALLY CRAZY MAN GLINT TO HIS EYES AS HE DRAWS OUT EACH WORD WITH PUNCHES AND KICKS.]

I'm a Knockoff!"

[POW! After all the parrying punches, he aims a truly hard one for the blond with an evil laugh.]

Beat me? You couldn't beat a catfish already trapped on a reel and out of the water!

[Don't mind him trying to throw you into the wall, plz kthx.]

Learn to swim before you try to take on the Kings of the World, Faker.

Edited 2016-03-14 06:18 (UTC)

I-- That--! [it isn't like that at all!] It isn't like that at all! It's--!

[the headbutt rattles his teeth and makes spots dance in his eyes and so he just headbutts him back! Not that it's the best idea because it only makes the spots worse]

Even if I can't beat a catfish out of the water, I can beat you. [but he twitches at the word]

I am not a faker you-- you-- you damned pyromaniac!

[though wasn't that a little like calling a spade a spade?]

[...........]

[FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUU--]

[CCCCCKKKK -- That's too funny.]

[MUST HOLD IT IN.]

[MUST.]

[HOLD.]

[IT.]

[IN.]

[NOPE. NO GOOD!]

[He bursts out laughing.]

[And punches Sabo's shoulders and face again hard.]

Oh my god you're so stupid!

[It reminds him again of something. Or someone. Something good. Probably his dead baby bros.]

[Gotta be.]

[Well that's a nearly sobering thought, but he's still laughing.]

Shit I take it back. You couldn't even hit the water with a flat-sided stone. What the hell kind of place did you grow up in?

[Another punch to the shoulder, but less bone-crunching and more... bordering friendly.] Okay okay, I'll admit though, you've got grit. Sort of. [ROARS WITH LAUGHTER, and kicks the trashcan over so he can start setting the fire again in a bit :|] Unless that's all knockoff too!!! [Brb dying of lulz.]

[tch well. He can't really blame the guy for laughing. And when it comes down to it he's not too wrong either. Though not too right. He sits on the trashcan that's knocked over and waits until the guy is finished laughing.]

What the hell kind of place did you grow up in?

[but he doesn't really want to know the answer to that.]

But I'm still going to kick your ass. You just leave the fires and if they get out of control, people could get hurt. So I can't let you just do what you want.

Trash, duh.

[Sticks his tongue out, and pulls an eyelid down.]

Oh fuck off. What are you, some kind of living justice hero? Live a little Knockoff goody-knockoff-shoes.

It doesn't have enough fuel to catch everywhere else. Just enough to burn big, bright, and beautiful and smelly, and scare the piss out of losers and knockoffs, and then it all dies inward. [LE SHRUG.] No fuss, just a statement.

And no one will let me play with the fireworks. [SARCASTICALLY:] I wonder why.

Yeah I don't doubt it.

[he goes to pushes his glasses up only remembering he doesn't have them and absently curses himself. The knock-off still makes him twitch, but maybe it's just because it hits a little too close to the truth. Still he won't buckle under this guy's pressure. He refuses. There's something in him that won't let him back down no matter how stupid it is to keep going.

Though mostly it's to prevent this reckless dumbass from burning everything to the ground]

A fire can catch anywhere, don't you know that, stupid? A chance gust of wind... a brush of someone's coat or dress. What the hell kind of statement are you trying to make? That you're a big smelly asshole out for attention?

[That has got to be it]

If you're going to be an attention whore just get wasted on karaoke night like everyone else.

[LAjsdlaksjdlkasj]

[AW HELL NO!]

[YOU DID NOT JUST MOCK HIS FIRES ASSHOLE.]

[That gets something of a twitch out of Ace this time.]

A brush of someone's dress?! Are you serious?! How paranoid can you get?!

[Cracks his neck, completely wanting to bullrush Sabo, but refraining just in case the dumbass hadn't completely gotten all the sparks out of the can because while he didn't think a coat could do it; a full on rolling tackle and brawl probably could, and then it'd be hella fucking embarrassing to be so wrong after all that.]

Yeah I'm sure that kind of thing works just great for Knockoffs like you, but for real artists --

[YOU READY SABO?]

[He also punches over Sabo's head into the wall, which... actually hurt his knuckles more than he expected, but like fuck is he going to let it show.]

Knockoffs like you are just another indie wannabe,
Pretending you saw mermaids instead of manatees
Real musicians are the ones with real flair,
Because it comes in your sound, not all this hot air.
You talk big 'bout being real hardcore,
Guess you don't want to get messed with anymore
But I say you're all just Knock-off and fluff
Yeah that's right pretty-boy I'm calling your bluff.
Don't waste your time on words when you really want a showdown
Knockoffs can't get ahead, so they just try to make others slow down
Kick me down, punch me up, we all know I'm not what you wanna be hitting
Just admit it, Knockoff, it's only yourself you're bullshitting.

[ow shit that hurts! He has to be careful or his manager won't be pleased. Blood is dripping from his nose though which might make him look dynamic. Maybe.

The guy keeps using the word knockoff and Sabo waits for it to lose it's sting. The real artist line makes him raise an eyebrow...

But then he listens as Ace raps, eyes widening as the lyrics roll out of his mouth. He's... he's really doing this isn't he. This is really happening. Sabo is half tempted to pinch himself to check to see if hes' really still awake. But he knows he is so this is almost surreal]

[and then it's his turn to laugh. It hurts and it's partly an angry laugh but holy shit.]

That was the s--stupidest thing-- What decade do you think we're in? [and he cackles more, hands on his stomach, choking a bit as he inadvertantly bangs his head back on the brick wall]

No more. hahaha You're killing me!

[aslkdjasldkjasldkjaslkj]

[HE'S NOT RED.]

[SHUT UP.]

[YOU ARE!]

[CHEAP Something-something... loser...]

[But he ends up laughing too in spite of himself.]

At least I didn't suggest karaoke. Jeez! You wanna talk about outdated?! [Laughs and tugs on Sabo's cheek in a familiar gesture that practically burns Ace instead.] What the hell do you even play supposedly? Pipe organ???

[it's a familiar gesture but for some reason makes him immensely sad and deeply furious, like a hot coal smoldering in his gut which he doesn't understand. But also a little happy too. What is that?]

Alright that was kind of dumb. [a little more laughter and a bit of a sigh as Ace asks what he plays]

Ah, well about that... [it's sort of in transition]

Shit I should really be practicing. I have so much work. [he stands and tramps out the fire well and good]

Listen, jackass. Set a fire if you want, just be careful about it okay? [he punches Ace's shoulder perhaps not as hard as he'd done before]

Bad things can happen to people who get out of control.

Edited 2016-03-14 07:56 (UTC)

What are you, some kind of workaholic? You have to live if you want your music to sing it!

[But then he just loses all grip on his temper totally.]

Who's asking for your permission?!

I'll get as out of control as I want!

[KICKS SABO HARD!] Maybe you need to learn to keep out of trouble!

Who cares about that?

[he has more to say but he sees the kick coming. He moves his leg but not soon enough. At least he can still feel his leg afterward, but that's not really a benefit.

Not that he can even feel that over the overwhelming desire to punch the guy's face in. Instead he tackles him, grabbing him around the neck and punching him in the soft spot. Feel that asshole]

It's because of that--! [because of that what] Just cut it out, stupid!

[His eyes narrow.]

[He still wants to throw Sabo into... or through a wall. And getting him flung off Ace is the first order so he puts it into action, kicking Sabo and trying to literally throw him off.]

[Still, he doesn't follow it up with anything. Whatever's going on in Sabo's head is more than Ace can see, but he can tell that much at least.]

[It bothers him. A lot.]

["Don't kill me before I'm actually dead!" Don't cry for him when he was already there!]

[Where did that come from?]

I'm not dead yet, asshole. Don't think I'm so weak as to die from anything the likes of you can throw at me.

[And then the rage all swarms back. Both his brothers were dead. Not from chaos, but being out of control. Of course.]

[Of course.]

[And Ace just had to go and let them be free.]

[Feh.]

I told you before, stay out of my way. Or it's not the fire you'll have to worry about, it's my fist taking out what's left of your teeth.

[What's left? The guy had all his teeth, didn't he?]

[Ace shakes his head with a small jolt, trying to ignore the face a blond kid with missing teeth threatening to creep out of the past where it belonged.]

[he grunts as he's knocked back, though somehow grateful that he is. He doesn't know what got into him. He doesn't know what's going on except he doesn't like it.

He wants to mutter that he's not the one that is the problem, but he doesn't want Ace to think that either. He wants to be at least a little bit of a problem though he can't pin down why.

Slightly panicked at the words though, he closes his mouth at checks his teeth with his tongue. They all seem to be there so whatever this asshole is talking about about doesn't matter.

Sabo raises to his full height, slightly taller which he can't help but feel good about and puts his hands in his pockets]

And I told you to stop setting fires. Don't make me break your pretty nose.

[He wants to laugh.]

["Didn't you already?" No. No. That was a long time ago. Far away. Someone else.]

[So he returns the sunglasses with another slug to Sabo's face.]

You're not one to talk low-tier wannabe.

[he dodges the slug and grabs Ace's wrist in a strong fingered grip almost on instinct, acting on a pressure point to make his fingers uncurl and release the sunglasses]

Call me what you want but I'm still going to stop you.

[he lets him go and puts the sunglasses back on]

There are enough losers like you running around as it is.

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