agogelogs | all this energy calling me

WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Welcome home, nerds.
WHEN? Outside time and space, in the aether between dimensions.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.

TOUCH BASE;

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COST re-appropriated vehicle 854A-5.2

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DEPARTING FRANCE

The order comes out the second day after the Tuileries is sacked:

PACK UP, GET READY TO MOVE OUT. WE'VE DONE ALL WE CAN HERE.

DEPLOYMENT: BASE. WE NEED TO RESTOCK. BE PREPARED FOR MORE TRANSFERS ON ARRIVAL.

STAY SAFE. TIME-STEP EXPECTED TO BEGIN WITHIN THE HOUR. FOR THOSE OF YOU NEW TO COST: FIND A SECLUDED SPOT, AND TRY NOT TO EAT ANYTHING BEFORE THE JUMP.

The Time-Step

The transfer begins, and it starts like a vibrating heat on the collar bone, not painful, not to start with. Just a hum of sensation. But the vibration spreads. Veteran COST soldiers often refer to this phenomena as 'the buzz'. The sensation builds, feeling not unlike standing near a great engine, or the wind rattling the branches of a great tree. There is long a moment of motion sickness, and one cannot always be sure if it is you that is shaking from the inside out, or the world that is shaking you from the outside in. It may just be better to close your eyes against the growing nausea as the world blurs out of focus. A star shines in the distance. You may hear the faint rustling of leaves. Some swear they hear voices in this moment, indistinct words echoing off nothingness. Some swear they feel a touch of the divine; the eyes of the eternal look down upon you. Ancient bones rattle just out of earshot, cold and brittle. Or maybe it's an illusion brought on by powerful technology grafted into your skin.

One thing is for sure: One moment you are here, and the next, you are not.

Nausea is commonly accompanied by this shift. One moment, you're in the cold of France. The next, you're in a temperature regulated hallway, looking not unlike a very poorly put together space station. Droids rush up and down the long hallway, fixing broken bits of machinery or just chattering with each other. Crows sit on high ledges, looking down, watching.

(For those of you who just apped in and didn't participate in the TDM, you'll appear alongside your comrades now, standing in this long hallway filled with droids and crows and men and women in clothing from 18th century France. Of course, you'll be wearing the minimal COST athletic issued underwear, and holding whatever one item you were allowed to bring. Surprise!)

At the end of the hall is a long table with heaps of used clothing on it. The sizes and styles vary, along with color and detail (AKA none look exactly like the linked pics, they're just a baseline, use your ~imagination~). One thing's for certain, all the clothing has been used before, with holes darned and worn edges. They're all clean, though, and each bears a single patch with the words 'KNOW YOUR RIGHTS, THE FUTURE IS UNWRITTEN' and 'COST sewn into the side.

They're not exactly high fashion, but they might be more comfortable than the late 18th century digs you're still wearing, if you showed up in France. Or, you know, the underwear.

Meet the Drill Sergeant

There is the echoing sound of hooves, and a strange creature emerges from a nearby room: a centaur. He smiles kindly, happy to see you've arrived. He has a significant limp in his back left leg, causing his hoof-beats to pitch an irregular rhythm as he walks slowly through the hall.

"Hello, all!" His voice is kind, but it's pitched to carry. "You may know me as Sergeant-- I am in technicality a drill sergeant. You may call me Chiron, if you wish, though I'm to understand some may know others with the same name." He laughs, amused. "In any case, welcome home. It is not much, but we have tried to make it hospitable for you in your time here. Your room assignments have been uploaded onto your BCEs, along with some technological upgrades we've been testing out. There are a few prototypes and experiments you may find in your rooms as well. Our agents are..." He looks up at the crows. "We are a curious people."

He looks over to the table stacked with clothing. "Please pick out what suits you, and make adjustments as needed. If you have any complaints, and wish to change your rooming situation, your username, anything of that nature, please send me a request. I am also known in some capacity as a trainer-"

One of the crows caws, and it sounds almost sarcastic.

Sergeant Chiron ignores it. "Hm. If you wish for me to make a training regiment for you, to better your skill in this organization, please let me know. But for now: I am to understand your last mission was... tumultuous. Please, rest and acclimate yourself to BASE."

He turns to leave, before stopping-- "And please be kind to the crows. They remember slights."

The crows' cawing sounds like laughter.

HOTSPOTS

There's been some technical difficulty since the prognosticators had their little meltdown. Coolant is in short supply, and some of the corridors of BASE are a little warmer than others. Pleasantly warm. Comfortably so, like walking through a sunbeam. In these hotspots, it feels comfortable and snug.

Characters walking through them will feel the urge to lie down and rest, maybe take a quick little nap.

Sleeping in these spots will cause unsettling or confusing dreams, but not nightmares. Dreams in these hotspots-- and sleeping in these hotspots will never be dreamless-- will be hard to remember upon waking, but they seemed very... strange. Almost as though you were intruding on something important but private.

Yet you can't quite remember it when you wake.

If you're clever and watchful, you'll notice the crows avoid these areas, so you can avoid them as well before you're seized by the urge to lie down and nap.

Particularly watchful characters may notice the hotspots are growing in size and number as the days wear on.

(More information about these and the forthcoming December plot will be coming in an infopost on the 12th, but if you have any questions now, feel free to ask here!)

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NAV. NETWORK LOGS OOC PLURK DISCORD

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[ she makes noises without making words-- just a series of attempts at figuring out how exactly to answer and finding herself unable to get consonants to come out.

the faucet continues running, and keyleth manages to point at it, feeling suddenly like some kind of clumsy barbarian. but the faucet hasn't been turned on... ]

It was an accident! I just wanted some water and I could feel that some was in here and I was thirsty so I controlled it out but then I couldn't get it to stop flowing or go back inside and--

[ she gestures: this. ]

Stop. (a hand raises, intent on cutting her off from the mindless babble.

it's been a long day.

looks from the girl, to her gesturing hands, to the offending tap, watching it gush while puzzling out how exactly to turn it off. considering the fact that it's on without being on.)

You caused this, now you can fix it. I want this cleaned up immediately.

I'm trying! But I can't clean it if the water won't stop coming out...

[ she's edging into whiny princess territory now, defensive and stressed even as she's failing to fix it. she starts to bend the water again, pulling it off the floor and into an everflowing stream so at least it's sort of dry again.

then she starts grumbling to herself, splitting her attention between the control of the water stream in the air and its source. at least she's looking at the knobs now? ]

This is what happens when you put water in the walls. And lightning for that matter!

(lifting a foot as the water rushes out from beneath him and into the air. reminds him of april, of it drenching him, trapping him, reminds him of ice and blood and he has to step back with a tightening of his jaw.)

It's plumbing and electricity. Don't blame modern science for your blunders.

(doesn't want to, but — he has to move forward under the water stream after leaving his bottle on the floor, aiming to slap at the knobs of the shower.)

Can't you redirect it into the bowl of the sink? Or down either of the drains?

Blunder?

[ the insult scandalizes her very delicate sensibilities which in turn actually focuses her spell as she stomps her foot indignantly. which means the water starts heading toward the sink and down the respective drains. ]

It's not my fault there are no warnings for people who never lived around this sort of technology before.

[ kind of a lie. kind of. she lives technology-adjacent and has even helped infuse advanced weaponry with magic. ]

(he's been put in a tiny capsule with a petulant child. while he fully believes that people make their own luck, this is a bit ridiculous after all of the suffering he's recently endured. enough to get him frustrated with his own circumstances, despite them being every little bit his own fault.)

Then if you had any common sense, you'd know to learn about them before tampering with them.

(turns off the taps and manages to stopper the shower drain before heading to the sink to do the same. an attempt at trying to avoid backwash that could still lurch up with another one of her little stomps.

then he takes a moment to lean bodily against the sink, clutching the basin with a silent breath to steel himself.)

I'm Hei. I'll be your roommate. There will be rules. (welcome to HELL.)

[ she spits and stutters, emotions too strong (always taking over) for her to get a hold of them. her ego always gets the best of her, and her naivete only ever makes it worse. what she should do is shrug it off and not care what her roommate thinks of her.

but when has keyleth ever not cared about the opinions of people she doesn't know? ]

Is rule one be as unforgiving as possible when someone makes a simple mistake?

[ but she looks mildly chagrined-- hei is so easily ending the flood. it's not even taking any abilities???

...she fucked up, yep. ]

I'm-- Keyleth. I just don't have this stuff where I come from but I can clean it up good as new. Better than. Jeez.

(a click of his tongue at the mess, keyleth's words skimmed over. he doesn't much care for the whining, COST needed people with backbones and he's not entirely sure why the people he's met so far have weak ones. perhaps time will tell, where this matter's concerned. they could be hiding potential; willpower.)

Keyleth. Do that. (a stern recommendation, finally turning to face her again,) And the rest of this place will be kept tidy. If I'm going to be forced to suffocate in this little box with you, it should at least stay clean.

(looks her over a moment, before motioning to the taps.)

Can I explain any of this to you?

[ she almost starts to argue again about how super clean she totally is and what does any of that have to do with angering the plumbing gods when he offers help.

keyleth bristles-- and then deflates. ]

Well, is there anything else I can screw up? Cause if so, I'm guessing some demonstrations would probably be wise.

[ things that are not wise: keyleth's shitty brat tone. ]

(hears the tone and feels his fingers flatten into a stiff hand that'd make for a very loud smack across the face — but he doesn't move, letting them curl into a tight fist instead. she reminds him of someone and it does the trick. stay calm, this is only your first exposure to her.)

It's what's called indoor plumbing, the tubes lead to water and it's drawn up like a bucket in a well.

(a sigh, troubled.)

The left taps are hot. The right taps are cold. What temperature you like when you shower or bathe has to be adjusted with those. Understand?

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Yeah, got it. That's ... embarrassingly easy.

[ her ego's starting to deflate a little, now, too. she sighs, and gives her best effort at chilling on the 'tude. ]

Thank you, Hei. And I swear I'm not messy.

[ just an ignorant jackass. ]

Don't thank me. Just do better. (ignorant jackass meet your new roommate, intolerant jackass.) While it's rare to see someone use an ability like that, I'd rather not have it in our capsule.

(her ego deflates and hei's anger follows suit... feels this is a small success in gaining more patience..........)

Practice in the washroom or in the sports room next time.

I wasn't--!

[ it's not worth it. she bites off the rest of her protest, and air rushes through her nose with the effort. but she will make every effort to use her spells in small ways from now on because she's definitely just that petty. ]

It's been a long day. I'm going to clean the rest of this up and get some rest.

(nods his understanding, already making his way out of the washroom.)

Understood.

(and they lived happily ever after.)

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/late tag because i was on vacation, I AM BACK NOW

no worries 2017 finally ATE ME so lmk if you wanna hw/fade/timeskip or anything

I'M GOOD TO GO IF YOU ARE, M'DEER

YOU BETTER BELEAF IT

AYYYYYYY

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