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Entry tags:
- * dreamy,
- * npc: agent young,
- * npc: commander grothia,
- * npc: sergeant chiron,
- * setting: base,
- achilles [fate],
- akira kurusu [persona],
- arthur [inception],
- ashitaka [princess mononoke],
- daenerys targaryen [asoiaf],
- hei [darker than black],
- henry cooldown [no more heroes],
- keyleth [dungeons & dragons],
- kylar stern [the night angel trilogy],
- mordred [fate],
- noctis lucis caelum [final fantasy],
- ryuji sakamoto [persona],
- siegfried [fate],
- soldier 76 [overwatch],
- travis touchdown [no more heroes],
- yoshitsugu otani [samurai warriors]
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.
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;
backfill armed services echelon
COST re-appropriated vehicle 854A-5.2
COST re-appropriated vehicle 854A-5.2
read the base setting infopage
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!)
read the base setting infopage
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Henry. Yours?
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Ah... Noctis. Noctis Lucis Caelum. Where I come from it's normal. [ JUST... GETTING AHEAD OF THAT ]
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I wasn't going to say anything.
[ Glances at him from the corner of his eye, humor in his tone. But he can see why he'd like to get that out of the way first. Henry has literally no room to talk, even without the wacky last name. Being from Ireland, he's seen plenty of names that may even bear some resemblance to Noctis's. His surname, at least. Not so sure about "Noctis", though. ]
Caelum's your family name, then? A rather handsome sounding one, I think.
[ And now stitched about halfway around the leg hole... ]
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Noctis's posture eases up as he's offered a better view, content to observe from this new angle and trying to focus enough to actually commit what he sees to memory. ]
--Hah? [ The compliment has him looking up, distracted from a crucial stitch he would've benefited from witnessing. Alas. ]
Oh. Yeah, thanks... "Henry"'s pretty good too. But both parts are the family name -- my dad was a "Lucis Caelum" too. The hundred-thirteenth one, so I get to be one-fourteen.
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Not looking up from his work, he hums in interest. That's.... a lot of generations. ]
That's quite a recorded history you've got there. I don't even know my own folks' names much less how far it goes back.
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Obviously it's weird. This is not his best moment. ]
Ah... hah. Yeah, they're focused on keeping records. [ A pause. ] You don't know your own parents?
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I grew up with foster parents. It wouldn't be hard to look it up, of course, to see how far back my family's name goes but... mmn, I don't really see the point anymore.
[ The words seem bitter, but his expression doesn't seem at all angry. Indifferent, maybe. ]
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So you kept your other family name instead of taking theirs? Is that normal where you're from?
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I don't suppose it's terribly uncommon, no. Trying not to associate either either surnames at the moment, though.
[ Makes it hard to disappear and do murder, u know. ]
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Why, because we're with COST? Actually... that makes sense. Probably a pretty good idea if the Regency is after people close to us. You're just trying to protect your parents, right?
[ Oh, to possess a mind like this. ]
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Something like that. Who knows what resources the Regency may possess?
[ Just a few stitches remaining, he carefully pulls the thread through in brief silence before he ties the thread into a couple of knots and cuts the excess with his teeth. ]
There, it should hold for the time being.
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[ But Henry's finished now and Noctis can't really hide his curiosity, already outstretching hands to take the clothing from him just so he can climb to his feet. He holds the pants at waist-level, checking where they now fall against his calves. ]
Ah, it's not bad. I'm surprised. Looks good, right?
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[ He chuckles at that— a video game, indeed. As Noctis reaches for the pants, he easily hands it to him then looks his work over with as little judgement possible. ]
Sure, if by good you mean you want your pants to hit just an inch shy of your footwear, which I recall you saying was a fashion statement. So yes, looks good.
[ It's obvious he doesn't wholly approve, but that's old-school fashion for ya. If anything, he at least looks amused and doesn't seem entirely serious about his judgement. ]
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[ And though it's clear that the work isn't perfect, it's a hell of a lot closer than he was going to get on his own. Honestly... he misses his old clothes. For a lot of reasons. ]
Sounds like I owe you one...
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Eh, consider it a freebie. It's not as if you came to me. Basically imposed my help on you.
[ Doesn't sound at all bothered by admitting this. ]
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[ ... let him think about this. ]
Cool. [ He didn't have to think for long. ] Or I guess I can pay you back if it's convenient or something. Maybe if I find something you want. Anything you're after?
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I'm always on the look out for a good pair of gloves. Something form-fitting, leather if possible.
[ Something feasible. He doubts asking this young guy to be on the look out for booze laying around (unlikely) would be a very smart idea, anyway. ]
Otherwise, there's not much I require.
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Yeah... Cool. I'll keep an eye out.
My name on the network's "nightlight" if you think of anything else, too.
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With a single nod of appreciation, he pushes himself off the bench. Sorry, he doesn't think to give Noctis his own UN. Mostly out of embarrassment, not that he thinks Noctis will get it (seeing as he's not from Earth) but still... ]
Sure. Good luck figuring out the rest of your outfit.
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Thanks, this helps out. I won't forget about the gloves. [ So said as he himself slumps back down into his seat, seemingly pleased with the pants... at least for now. ]
I'll see you around?
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He nods then gives him a small salute before turning on his heels to leave. ]
Right, see you around.