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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: ekko,
- arcane: jinx,
- changeling the lost: giles,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- interview with the vampire: claudia,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- mcu: ava starr,
- mcu: marc spector,
- mcu: steven grant,
- original: aiden copeland,
- original: lucas kovach,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- westworld: maeve millay
AUGUST EVENT: DRAGSTRIP RIOT
[it begins with a PA announcement on the morning of the 12th, Friday’s voice coming through clear and cheerful.]
Any passengers that wish to debark to our latest port of call can exit the ship through the metal detectors on deck zero! Please be advised that all alcohol will be confiscated prior to your exit!
[and whoever heads down to the lowest deck will find that what she said was true: there is a metal detector set up there, with Friday manning it. after placing all metal objects (including weapons, and all your weapons) onto the tray, she gestures for the passenger to step through the metal detector.
they exit in an entirely different location. suffering from a splitting headache, and wearing an entirely different outfit than they had put on this morning, but unscathed. they even got their weapons back!
the interior of the diner is essentially your average jonathan rockets establishment. the narrow lane between booths and counter is manned by an entirely mute Friday clone, who cheerily takes orders and serves up food (cooked??? somewhere???) with an almost unnatural talent for roller blading. there is a jukebox in the corner that can be fed with quarters passengers will inexplicably find on their person. the available songs range from the 50s to the 80s, with a particularly wide selection of songs from the platters.
outside, the diner is a great chrome boxcar, circled by a small parking lot. a large neon sign proclaims it to be GIL’S; it buzzes and flickers on and off often. passengers who have regained vehicles will find these vehicles parked outside. there are also a handful of midcentury American cars; none of them seem to require keys, and the gas tank seems set at full.
past the parking lot is a seemingly endless expanse of desert sand and scrubland, bisecting by the empty highway that the diner abuts. a few miles down this highway, the road forks into a smaller one, which winds its way up a steep, ragged mountain until plateauing into another parking lot, with only a small, old wooden fence between the cars and the edge of the cliff.
should they wish to return to the ship, passengers can leave at any time the same way they entered: walking through a doorway that now claims to be a mop closet. passing through will leave them on deck zero, again with a splitting headache. it’s probably fine.]
Any passengers that wish to debark to our latest port of call can exit the ship through the metal detectors on deck zero! Please be advised that all alcohol will be confiscated prior to your exit!
[and whoever heads down to the lowest deck will find that what she said was true: there is a metal detector set up there, with Friday manning it. after placing all metal objects (including weapons, and all your weapons) onto the tray, she gestures for the passenger to step through the metal detector.
they exit in an entirely different location. suffering from a splitting headache, and wearing an entirely different outfit than they had put on this morning, but unscathed. they even got their weapons back!
the interior of the diner is essentially your average jonathan rockets establishment. the narrow lane between booths and counter is manned by an entirely mute Friday clone, who cheerily takes orders and serves up food (cooked??? somewhere???) with an almost unnatural talent for roller blading. there is a jukebox in the corner that can be fed with quarters passengers will inexplicably find on their person. the available songs range from the 50s to the 80s, with a particularly wide selection of songs from the platters.
outside, the diner is a great chrome boxcar, circled by a small parking lot. a large neon sign proclaims it to be GIL’S; it buzzes and flickers on and off often. passengers who have regained vehicles will find these vehicles parked outside. there are also a handful of midcentury American cars; none of them seem to require keys, and the gas tank seems set at full.
past the parking lot is a seemingly endless expanse of desert sand and scrubland, bisecting by the empty highway that the diner abuts. a few miles down this highway, the road forks into a smaller one, which winds its way up a steep, ragged mountain until plateauing into another parking lot, with only a small, old wooden fence between the cars and the edge of the cliff.
should they wish to return to the ship, passengers can leave at any time the same way they entered: walking through a doorway that now claims to be a mop closet. passing through will leave them on deck zero, again with a splitting headache. it’s probably fine.]
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I'm more expecting that we'll be trapped here somehow, rather than have a literal trap sprung. The portal that allows us to travel back and forth could close at any time and we wouldn't know until we tried to pass back through.
... Have you never seen an automobile before?
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And no, I haven't. What is it exactly, it looks like some mode of transport? [ he taps the handkerchief-ed hand lightly to the surface of the car, curious but at least respectful enough not to touch directly. so far. ]
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[He looks at Venti with something close to pity.] How do you travel in your realm?
Yes, it's a mode of transportation, but it's more than that. It's... [He does not know how to communicate the unbreakable bond between someone and their beloved car.] I suppose an extension of me, in a way. And symbolic freedom of movement.
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he may as well say the magic word, something of venti's demeanor is pinged instantly by the word, he looks down upon the car, considerably more impressed. ] Oh, so this is a symbol of freedom for you... [ then, that might have him respect it more than anything else; no obnxiously trying to polish it after all. somehow, he thinks back to his nuns or sisters meticulously cleaning his idols, back in his country. ]
The world I come from is probably much farther behind in terms of technology than a lot of you. [ he might have this silly dress now, but normally he's dressed so... renaissance bard-y. ] We have horses, we have carriages, we even have ships. Though they have sails more than the Serena Eterna does, I've never seen a vessel as vast and high-tech as the Serena. We have gliders, to ride the wind! And of course there's good old-fashioned journeys on foot.
So, this car is worth even the threat of being trapped here or worse, than safety back on the ship. [ 'safety' in air quotes he supposes. ]
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Yes, yes it is. I not only had it custom made and therefore it's precious to me since I put so much effort into it. But in my world there are many that would be furious that an Omnic like myself is allowed to own a car. They'd prefer I was a drone in a factory with no freedom at all.
And that is not going to happen.
[Not that that's really related to the car, but boy does he love his car/]
Gliders to ride the wind? That sounds like it has the potential for some extremely horrific accidents.
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People do have to pass a rigorous flying test to use gliders. Why, I have one that I could fly you with, though I wonder how heavy you are, if it'd work. [ mechanical things sure could be heavy, he's learning in this modern world and realm. ]
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Yes, they are. Or well, more specifically they were. We were built to be the working class and serve humans. But that didn't last for very long, yet many humans wish to go back to that time. Apparently they don't want to do all the things they forced us to do, hypocrites.
[He huffs, he has such a poor opinion of humans, and it hasn't mellowed out that much by being here.]
Extremely heavy, I doubt you could pick me up.
[Can you deadlift 130kg Venti? Time to get swole.]
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But, I'm sorry to hear that your kind was enslaved like that. I wouldn't wish that oppression on anyone in the world. [ ... ] So I suppose that's why you don't care much about playing along with the Captain's games, as long as it's against people?
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I'd prefer you didn't. Skulduggery already lugged me around to the top of the ship, and I believe that's enough flying for the rest of my life. I'm good down here on the ground. [It's possible he's sort of afraid of heights.] Unless absolutely necessary of course.
[There's been multiple people now who've said something along the same lines, that they're sorry that happened and they wouldn't wish that on anyone. He's not sure what to do with that, because it doesn't change what happened, and they don't live in his world, so they don't have any impact on what happens. It's vaguely uncomfortable so he's not going to acknowledge it.]
As long as playing along has no negative impact on myself I'm fine with his little games. Not that I'm pleased about being here you understand, but since I am I might as well enjoy what is placed before me.
[Like his car and guns.]
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Eh? Mr Skulduggery could also fly...? [ what a magical skeleton he is, but it's clear this piques his interest. maybe they can be flying friends!!!... if he doesn't transform into a car, of course. ] Well, I'm glad if he could share a bit of the sky with you.
If people might hold a grudge against you that surely counts as 'negative impact' or it'd be more inconvenient than minor little thrills or victories of harming people. It's more long-lasting anyway. [ let's not play the 'morality' card. let's maybe try the 'it's inconvenient' card, maybe that could work. ] As cruel as humanity could be, as you've experienced, I hope you could see more people here could show kindness and understanding too. There are milder enjoyments that don't necessarily involve... say, machine guns.
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Oh I am well aware of grudges, but that tends to manifest as petty squabbles rather than plotting each others demise. Though, perhaps you do raise a good point. [Mild inconveniences are a lot more important to him than having morals.]
You're very insistent about this. [A beat.] You're not going to go away until I admit that some people are okay and that I'm not going to shoot everyone, are you?
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I'm not exactly trying to be persistent, though I suppose I must seem like it. It's not as if I'm adamant to change your mind. [ ~freedom~ is his whole thing or whatever. ] But it's nice to consider things from a different angle or listen to different people even if you don't necessarily agree with them. [ ~the marketplace of ideas~ or whatever. ]
Even if you want to shoot people, I suppose... the strange thing about you is that you're violent but a little oddly reasonable about it? Or indiscriminate, or at least not sadistic about it. Which is a really strange thing to say but for instance you aren't trying to harm me right now, we can even carry on a conversation like this.
Maybe if you had a gun right now I'd guess you'd try to shoot me?
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Well of course, you haven't done anything yet to make me want to rend your limbs from your sockets. I'm not unreasonable, I just enjoy what I like.
Additionally there's no benefit to killing you even if I did have a gun on me. Other than making you leave I suppose. But ultimately I like for there to be something to gain for myself. I don't suppose your corpse does anything interesting when dead?
[Do you explode into coins, or drop loot or anything fun?]
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Other than... I suppose, revive... eventually... [ his voice a little faint as he kind of casts his memory back to previous deaths, both of which were. kind of traumatic. and that he tries actively to avoid thinking of, successfully or not. ] So I suppose there's not much to gain after all.
But the same could be said of most peoples'... corpses, though. So perhaps if you think of it that way, killing could be so boring couldn't it!
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[Which is why he's even still talking to Venti right now.]
Also not true, some people have rigged themselves to explode. And you may have interesting things in your pockets assuming I wanted to search you. Which I really don't so that idea is right out.
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Wait, endearing?
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So now, by the power of my cuteness and try-hardiness I could surely wear you down. That's right, if you kill me you'd be robbing yourself of more of my charm~! And others too, I guess!
[ can some lightning just randomly hit him please ]
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A wanderer with no home sounds a lot like you should be carrying all your possessions on you at all time. But I suppose you...
[He trails off as Venti practically transforms into a magical girl in front of him. He puts his palm right over Venti's smiling face and pushes him back down onto the ground from where he's floating.]
You are reading far too much into that. And killing you might save someone else from having to deal with you. Wouldn't that be a kindness from me?
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[ no, max has the right idea, kill venti to save everyone else from cringe. ]
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[He could punt Venti directly into the sun. He could run him over with his car. Many things.]
So long as it benefited me somehow, certainly. Would you like me to demonstrate?
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running him over... if only... but he has to be marginally intact in order to die to zombies later. ]
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In an instant he grabs at the front of Venti's swishy cherry print dress, testing the structural integrity of the fabric by picking him up by it and hurling him as far away as he possibly can.
Fly far lil wind god.]
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and...... there he goes...... vaguely he could think, well it's nice to know what max is physically capable of. also, this is kind of impressive. he doesn't weigh a lot, he's practically light as a feather, and after a while he just disappears into wind. he can take a hint. he'll leave max alone until time for ~car advice~. ]