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Entry tags:
- !mingle log,
- arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- batman wfa: jason todd,
- bungo stray dogs: osamu dazai,
- detroit become human: hank anderson,
- dimension 20: gorgug thistlespring,
- final fantasy xvi: barnabas tharmr,
- final fantasy xvi: cidolfus telamon,
- have you seen my brother: chu wenshan,
- have you seen my brother: ouyang duyu,
- ice age: manny,
- mcu: eddie brock,
- person of interest: harold finch,
- silent hill 2: maria,
- silent hill 3: heather mason,
- the walking dead: brandon carver,
- ✘ blade of the immortal: asano rin,
- ✘ final space: little cato,
- ✘ hannibal: will graham,
- ✘ magic knight rayearth: hikaru shidou,
- ✘ original: ivan niklaus,
- ✘ silent hill 2: james sunderland
November Mingle
WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: November 22nd - Early December
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, and an unexpected guest!
NOTES\WARNINGS: N/A, please note any needed warnings in threads.
WHEN: November 22nd - Early December
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, and an unexpected guest!
NOTES\WARNINGS: N/A, please note any needed warnings in threads.
![]() ⏵ arrival ⏴ Welcome to Etraya! Arrival goes as expected - or it would, except it is not just Aurora that greets the newcomers as they arrive. Certainly they receive their earpiece so they can communicate with one another as those before them have, however there is what seems to be a woman waiting for them that is of a more flesh and blood persuasion as they leave the hospital. She carries an air about her that isn't quite like the newcomers themselves, but she is decidedly not one of the companion bots, nor Aurora. She has bone-straight blonde hair reaching past her shoulders, with a straight-cut fringe hanging above her eyes. The black dress that ends just before her mid-thighs also has a rather revealing neckline, though the sleeves which cover her arms almost feel like a mockery of modesty considering the rest. She is also wearing black stockings and black pumps, and the red of her lipstick is striking against the extreme contrast in shades she otherwise holds. As each newcomer independently files out of the hospital, she makes certain to garner their individual attention, either with a wave of her hand, a wiggle of her fingers, or directly calling them over. She is persistent, and with being so new, it is wise to heed her. Not that anyone can force one to, if they choose to walk away, nor does she seem interested in trying to, but she has her means for those proving stubborn. However, those who aren't... “Hey! I know you’re not just walking past me. I’ve got- you know, plot relevant, written all over me. I picked this dress out just for you, you know?’ For those who ignored her, or those not newly arrived, they will receive a message through their earpiece: “Girl. Hey. Listen. I’m kind of in a pinch, okay? I need like… a little favor. But its a fun favor! I need you to get your girl some info. I need the word on the street, honey. I need the tea piping hot- I need you to go talk to your friends, enemies, frenemies, butt buddies, cousins, and have them tell you about anyone they know. I need straight facts and good gossip on everyone here. And then get back to me. Kisses. ![]() ⏵ spill the tea ⏴ Tatianna having now tasked everyone (new and old) with finding out more about their fellow inhabitants—if not for their sake, for her curiosity—and in exchange she will give them valuable information that may aid them with acclimating here, or something far more valuable depending on how hot the goss is! However, she will not just hand out her secrets so easily, and so she will need one piece of gossip about each inhabitant. So she expects everyone to get mingling and talking, she isn't a charity here! To assist in this, the companion bots have set up cozy little wicker daybeds around the main hub of the city. All of which are suspiciously cozy and warm once you have sat down on them, but especially so with the accompanying aroma of the tea wafting from the kettle which rests on the center table, accompanied by sweetmeats. The tea itself also stays warm despite the cool autumn air, and so long as you stay within the daybeds, the biting chill won't reach you either. However, the tea is not only perpetually the right temperature, but it seems to have a way of loosening one's tongue. Especially the more one imbibes it. Did you mean to share that secret that might not have been yours to begin with? Or that personal detail about your best friend that wasn't meant to be known by anyone but who they themselves have told? Probably not, but the cat is out of the bag now, isn't it? Well, hopefully word won't get around...after all, it isn't likely who you are talking is going to tell everyone else, right? Right? Adding to the oddity of it all, the tea one drinks might not be the same tea that their companion is drinking, despite it pouring from the same kettle. What might be one person's earl grey, is another's pumpkin spice chai. Whatever it may be that pours out, it certainly seems to be to one's liking, or its closest approximation. There's probably some deeper meaning in that, some sort of symbolism one might surmise from the nature of sharing gossip and it being tainted by personal bias, but who cares about navel gazing about such a thing? After all, this is meant to be an enjoyable endeavor! Getting to know your fellow inhabitant should feel as comfortable as catching up with an old friend. What better way than to do it by sharing tea you both will enjoy? ☕ ![]() ⏵ close knit ⏴ As the tail end of November draws nearer, people will have already begun to see the first flakes of snow. It grows colder, and while there isn't quite a blizzard or a snow storm happening, the snow does not seem to let up with its descent. It doesn't quite get so cold that it is untenable, of course, but it would be advisable to bundle up! In fact, the companion bots seem to be on the case with assisting in just that! Around the city people will find groups of companion bots busily knitting sweaters, scarves, gloves, hats, and so forth. In fact, the moment they see someone they clock as not quite bundled enough, they will insist on supplying them with whatever they deem as being without. Are you already wearing a scarf? Well, clearly you need two of them! How about the gloves? Couldn't hurt to have several pairs! However, that isn't all that's available to people, after all there are cafes out and about where one might get a hot beverage to help fight off the cold, but for those less inclined for such establishments, the companion bots are here to serve! There is at least one companion bot per knitting group that seems to have hot cocoa on hand. If they see someone who is looking particularly cold (almost everyone is, the companion bots aren't particularly keen on the signs of successful temperature regulation), they will have a paper cup of hot cocoa imposed upon them that has their name on the side. Or, sort of. It is at least a close approximation of their name, or maybe it is an alternate spelling? Really, who can blame the bots for getting confused, there are so many of you! ![]() ⏵ snow more games ⏴ The snow is here to stay, but that doesn't mean that it has to be a bad thing! With everyone well supplied in their winter garb, the companion bots have set up spots for fun activities! Perhaps the inhabitants would enjoy a fun snowball fight, or some sledding? Some of the waters have frozen over, so ice skating is always a possibility too. Though one might want to be careful if they are to venture past what the companion bots have marked as safe. Some of the companion bots are trying their best at making a snowman, but all their efforts seem to come out rather...square. They're trying their best, but maybe they can learn by following the inhabitant's examples. There are others that will offer gold star stickers to those who seem to dominate in the snowball fights, but unfortunately the stickers don't stick too well with all the snow. Well, they tried! People will still find bots out and about with nice warm beverages available to fight off the cold, too. That service will continue to be available for the foreseeable future. Similarly, if someone comes out who is a little too under-dressed for the weather, the bots might have to pick up those knitting needles again, so be sure to put on your winter clothes..! To report information to Tatianna, do so here! She will only give each person their rewarded information once she has a bit of information on each character in the game. Each bit of gossip does not require a thread to count though it should be IC knowledge gained through IC means. Try to check what gossip has been given to her already, because doubling up will not yield results! Good luck! For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. |
spill the tea
[ .. the tone Fabian uses when he says that though is a little.. strange. It sounds kind of insistent, almost offended. Which is kind of weird, because why would someone be offended that another person would assume this is their tea..
But Fabian doesn't bother to explain it right away. Instead he first makes a semi-dramatic dismissive hand gesture, then shakes his head, and then adds-- ]
I don't think you want it to be your tea either.
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Why not? Is it poisoned again?
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It feels a little bit more important right now, after all. ]
It could be. I don't know if it is any direct kind of posion per se, but there's definitely something wrong with it, if past experience is anything to go by. [ He huffs. ] The other month a bunch of food trucks appeared out of nowhere, and just about everyone who ate or drank anything from those had some sort of weird effect going on. I don't know why they keep doing that to us, but it's made it clear to me to not just trust any beverage left out for us in the open like this.
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Weird? What sort of poison effects would count as weird? [Hm.] I can test it if you want.
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Wait, why--
[ His mouth opens and closes a few times. Sorry, let him give his brain a moment to reboot. At least enough to form and voice a full sentence over here in the middle of his surprise.
In the meantime his hands are gesturing wildly, like they might up for the words he can't force out right away. ]
Why would you willingly drink that, knowing it might be poison?!
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[Obviously! No hesitation!]
If the tea here is poisoned, other people could also be victims. Better to know than to leave it a mystery. [Also he's thirsty...]
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Mostly because Fabian can't believe he has to point this out. Surely the other knows, right. Does he come from some sort of world where the definition of the word 'poison' is just the direct opposite of the one in Fabian's own, or something? ]
You could die! You are aware of that, right? You could very much die!
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[Confident! It's true though, he has in fact been poisoned a whole bunch of times by people after his life...]
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These are some wild implications right there. And it's not like the concept is very new to Fabian - these are the sorts of stories that might be passed around in his family - it's an entirely different thing to just hear some random guy say it. ]
Haven't you considered that maybe you get poisoned so often [ - because he has to be, why else would he have an immunity at this point! - ] because you don't care enough about avoiding poison?!
[ B-bro! Just a hint?! Just a life tip?! ]
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I don't exactly expect people to poison my food at restaurants...it just happens sometimes.
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[ Might as well cut to the heart of the matter - Fabian being as direct as ever. Even if this sort of question might be a touch inappropriate with someone he hardly even knows, but.. you know, sometimes it's easier to just ask these things directly. ]
Are you a well-known figure where you come from? [ The other doesn't look like a pirate like his father, so that can't be it, Fabian thinks. ]
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Well, I'm ranked number four on the fighter board, but I think the poison was all from...the government? Because they were trying to eliminate all martial artists.
[This is followed shortly after by:] I met the woman who made all the poisons, and she made me a burger out of it. It was pretty good.
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Not even at the government thing. Fabian is definitely willing to believe that - he's ran into enough corrupt places in his time adventuring. The government poisoning people because of some secret plot? Sure! That's a thing that happens.
No, the face is entirely because of the burger story. What is your life, Chu Wenshan. This can't be normal. Or healthy.
At least the half-elf seems to realize commenting on it is only going to end up making him further confused, so he instead asks: ]
What is the fighter board? Is there some sort of official ranking of the strongest people where you come from?
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Anyway! He nods.]
That's right. Though I think that was also put out by the government? The top three were tired of getting attacked all the time, so they all went into retirement. [A pause.] They might not be listed by strength, either, I know at least one of them can't fight much at all.
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[ Sorry, Chu Wenshan, but this might actually be even stranger than the poison burger. ]
But why would there be a list with fighters if some of them can't even fight?! Besides, shouldn't the whole point be to rank them by strength, so everyone knows who's the strongest? [ This is what happens when your father is a pirate captain who has taught you there's only the way of the blade.. You start imagining stuff like this.. ]
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He's still doing okay though. We ate dinner together shortly before I came here. [The only reason he can give these fancy details: actually knowing the guy at the top of the list.]
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So it's just corruption.
[ It's like he heard something that kind of sounded like a fun idea.. and then it's suddenly ruined. All of the energy he had for it is just leaving his body on the spot. Why do corrupt societies have to ruin everything that could potentially be fun? ]
A list like that shouldn't exist if it's just a secret tool to get rid of people. It just ruins it for people who truly wish to test their strength against others!
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I don't mind if people are there to test their strength. And some of my challengers really were, so there's that at least.
[A pause, as he considers this guy's apparent opinion of the fighter board.]
You could say that I'm retired now, but if you ever wanted to test your strength against me, I wouldn't mind.
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[ Back home he would've found it fun, probably. Especially since he was studying at an academy that was practically all about fighting (to Fabian, anyway)...
But this place is an entirely different matter. It's likely why the teen suddenly starts looking kind of like he's sulking over here. ]
If there's anyone we should be fighting, it's the people in charge, not each other.
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People don't spar where you're from?
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Of course they do!
[ It's almost as if he's even a little offended at the very idea that they wouldn't.. ]
But there are a very more important things to do in this place than sparring, right?
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[He's new...!]
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[ Suddenly he sounds all serious.. Sorry if he sounds like some conspiracy nutcase. This is just what happens when someone gets totally fed up with this place..
He's even leaning forward a little, like he really is conspiring together with the other here. ]
You don't really believe the story they told us when we first show up here, right? I mean-- Maybe you do right now, but after you see the kind of stuff they put us through, you will likely realize that it makes no sense.
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I didn't hear any story. [Because he wandered out instead of listening to it.] What kind of stuff do they put us through?
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Being thrown into a maze full of dangers where people literally died. Then they gave us stuffed animals that ended up attacking us-- which might have killed some more people. Then they sent us to some weird city where robots would also murder you if you went outside past curfew. And only just the other month they let some sort of weird shadow fiend loose on this place, which possessed people and made them attack other people. Everyone was incredibly miserable about it, and Aurora hasn't done as much as say sorry.
[ He grumbles, looking back at Chu Wenshan. ]
That is what this place is like. They are only treating us like we are some experiment. They don't care about us, or what happens to us. All this talk about saving our worlds is nonsense if they clearly don't even care whether we die or not.
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