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acatalepsy_ooc2018-08-20 11:54 pm
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test drive meme # 3
 test drive meme #3 It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are. All you hear is a voice -- light, bubbly, warm, soothing, in your ear: Don't worry, darling. This won't hurt a bit~ ♥ For those who recognize the voice, it will sound a bit strained. Possibly tired. But the moment happens so quickly it's hard to pin down, and once that moment is over, you fall flat on your face. It's bright, warm, and humid. It takes a few seconds for you to gain composure and catch your breath. You think, for half a moment, that a hand is on your back, rubbing between your shoulder blades in comfort, but when you open your eyes, no one is there. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore. Even worse, it looks like the tinier inhabitants of the Forest of the Fey are acting a little cheeky.  THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS. Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around. At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived. Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern. Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. However, be careful -- the sprites that reside within the Forest of the Fey seem to be exceptionally active, today, and tricks abound wherever you look. KINGS AND QUEENS.  Typically, the sprites of the Forest of the Fey remain within the protective canopy of the surroundings. However, there seems to be something different in the air, and these little bastards are flitting about and giving out flower crowns to everyone. They are beautifully made, intricate and gloriously decorative, and most people would be happy to adorn one!There's just one problem, though -- they don't come off. No matter how hard you try, those damn flower crowns are stuck on your head, and you cannot remove them no matter how hard you try. Hope you enjoy being a fairy princess for a day. And, if you are alighted with a flower crown, your skin turns the same color as whatever flowers now sit upon your head. A wreath of blue roses? Congratulations, Violet Beauregard -- you're now as blue as a blueberry. The effect wears off in about an hour, and you can remove the flower crown then -- but have fun being every shade of the rainbow as the sprites take their time to torment the new arrivals. BALLOONS FOR EVERYONE.  Normally, there are some animals that wander within the ancient stone buildings of the Temple. Tiny little white bats, sheep that grow on the vine . . . that sort of thing. However, the sprites have elected to add a little bit more flair the Temple, and balloon animals have invaded the living space. Where the sprites got the idea for balloon animals, no one can really be sure -- Astoria seems to think the sprites are waltzing through the spirit realm and seem to have garnered an idea there, whatever that's supposed to mean.So, no matter where you go, there are balloon animals. Little dogs, brightly colored fish, dinosaurs, giraffes . . . except they seem to move, and make noise, and act like their real counterparts. Tiny balloon dogs nip at your heels, balloon fish flicker about in the waters that sprinkle themselves throughout the Forest, and balloon birds float through the skies. Bonus? If you pop them, they explode into (biodegradable) glitter. DECAYED DECADENCE.  Despite the shenanigans from the sprites, however, there seems to be something happening within the Temple that may be cause of concern. Flower crowns and balloon animals aside, there seem to be odd spots of the Temple that suddenly wilt . . . flowers that bend over and wither at a moment's notice, saplings that seem to creak as if suddenly dried from the inside out . . . and it seems, oddly enough, that it happens whenever you, an Arrival, get closer to the wild life. Astoria seems to think that something is wrong . . . perhaps something the Circle members brought back from their last trip. An illness, or something more? Care to poke about and see how far you're willing to take it? Or does your magical gift enable the protection of plant growth? Try out your green thumb and see if you can help. COMMUNICATIONS.  Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you. There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it. OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server! enjoy! ♥ |
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[Hank steps back when it comes toward him, and when it tries to hand him the glass he pulls back his hands.]
No I don't want the freaky ghost liquid, what the fuck, kid?
[Here's a disgusted expression just for you, Firo. He is not going to take this drink under any circumstances. This is gross. This is weird. This is your mess, gangster kid. Do something about it.]
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[Firo would've been suspicious of everything if he were still new too--hell, that's why he and Ladd hit it off in Alcatraz--but since he's not currently in Hank's shoes... He smirks just a bit.]
Are you scared of that? It's just a demonstration.
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[The thing's still trying to hand him the totally-just-water and Hank grimaces, walking back another step and waving his hand at it.]
Shoo! Fuck off! You can call back your servant of the night, okay, demonstration demonstrated.
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They don't work for me. They help all of us out--you could ask for something too if you wanted.
Aside from a way home, obviously. If they could do that, none of us would be here.
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All of 'us' must live some spiffy fuckin lives then, unless this place turns into some kind of hellscape when the sun goes down. Which, hey, does it? Think I've seen that movie. Wouldn't love that, but I guess it wouldn't be the worst dream I've ever had.
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Could be a lot worse.
[He takes a sip mechanically.]
Don't know about anything wild happening at night, but every month or so Astoria ships us out someplace different for a while. You're gonna wanna be on your toes for that. Otherwise, nothing really happens in this place.
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So it's like a fancy cruise without the ship? What do you guys do while you're waiting, just sit around drinking and playing shuffleboard?
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[Between this place and Alcatraz, he'd think he'd be used to it by now; still, he says the words with more than a trace of annoyance.
Almost as an afterthought, he adds:]
Anyway, there's not even a bar here or anything, just whatever booze Astoria gives us.
[So there's only so much sitting around and drinking you can do, though Firo aims to change this.]
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[Hank crosses his arms, pretty sure he’s not going to love the answer to his next question.]
What’s wrong with that? Does your magic, people zapping witch have shitty taste or something?
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[Shockingly, robots don't drink.]
Or make it, obviously, but you don't wanna get careless with that.
[Firo's been lucky to have the connections where he could always get the real stuff even in the middle of Prohibition. But people who buy off some random guy at a street corner can wind up blind or dead.]
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[It's not meant as an insult - at least, no more than most of Hank's comments are - and he studies the kid as he says it, looking curious. Asking any questions about the whole ye olde gangster thing would be like saying he believes the guy's story, but it is cool. The idea of it's cool.]
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I'd say it's pretty common knowledge. [He stands up straighter.] But my Family's places only sell the good stuff.
[It's a less impressive claim now that Prohibition ended last year and pretty much anyone can get real alcohol now without needing to smuggle it, but whatever.
He takes another drink from the glass.]
You don't have to keep calling me "boy" or "kid," you know. I'm an adult, same as you.
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Firo Prochainezo. What about you?
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[He thinks for a second, then holds out a hand.]
I’ve never heard that name before. Where’s it from?
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My pop was from Naples. What about the Andersons, huh? Nice old American family?
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[Hank has two options here. He can play the kid's game, squeeze the shit out of his hand to establish dominance or whatever, or he could just let his grip go suddenly, absolutely limp. Or he could just shake the guy's hand normally, but that option doesn't count.
[Obviously he's going to choose the fun one]
Name comes from Greek, though. Means, 'manly'.
[Hank smiles cheerily, taking no initiative whatsoever to firm up his limp-fish handshake.]
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It does, huh?
[His skepticism, can you hear it.]
I didn't think the Scots and the Greeks had anything in common.
[He doesn't say from any awareness of history but only of the ethnic frictions of his time and place. Different waves of immigration, different classes.]
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[He says, not from any awareness of history but from the blurry depths of his own brain. Awareness of history has no place here.]
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Come again?
[He's pretty sure you'd get stabbed if you told the people he hung out with that their ancestors wore skirts.]
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[Hank flaps a hand down next to his thigh, a helpful demonstration.]
What were they called? With the big Spartan dudes in that movie?
[He doesn't bother to cite a movie example of a kilt. Everyone knows what a kilt is.]
cw: some 1930s gender/sexuality judginess
Yeah, I've got no idea what you're talking about, but it sounds weird as hell. That's not a good thing to have in common, you know.
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[Hank might be airing out a little bit more of his own personal fantasies than he would if this was a sober night. But you know what? He doesn't even mind. He's right. The desire to be a hot badass - or be close to one, either or - is probably universal.]
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Thighs are apparently very offensive; angry as he is, he's also very obviously bright red.]
What the fuck is wrong with you? Obviously not! Are you some kinda creep?
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[Hank laughs, holding up his hands in surrender.]
Okay, I guess you wouldn't, forget I said anything. I'd hate to break up a date between a boy and his repression.
[Hank is absolutely not taking any of this seriously. They were just talking about 800, weren't they? And maybe Buffy. This reaction this guy's having, it is maybe a little much.]
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