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Entry tags:
- adam parrish (trc),
- amanda perry (sgu),
- andrew minyard (aftg),
- arthur stuart (velvet goldmine),
- axel johnson (oc),
- blue sargent (trc),
- declan lynch (trc),
- era ra (final fantasy xiv),
- farraige oconell (oc),
- hanako rosalina nurumi (oc),
- jim kirk (star trek),
- john (taz),
- john murphy (the 100),
- joseph kavinsky (trc),
- katniss everdeen (thg),
- kenzi malikov (lost girl),
- rafaello d’este (oc),
- ronan lynch (trc),
- shane (oc),
- spock (star trek),
- vanyel greyjoy (skyrim),
- vex (lost girl),
- will solace (chb)
Mingle Log #1: Landmarks of Xistentia
Characters: All characters who opt in
Summary: A party to mark the first wave of incoming characters in Xistentia, punctuated with weird physics and an unexpected trip to the heart (or mind) of F.A.T.E.S.
Date(s): Late May 2017
Warnings/Notes: Sexual content and other potentially offensive or triggering material to be noted in headers.
It starts with the daemons, because of course it does. At sunset, they begin to ring and beep and urge you to follow directions through the city. For those with animate daemons, be they animals or people, the programs are even more intrusive. Pushing and pawing and urging you to get up and go. The destination is not far from the first reclaimed parts of the city— a tall tower covered in overgrown moss and trees, located near the beach, the Westernmost edge of the city. Even with the chaos of vegetation growing over it, it's clear that the building is a miracle of technology and style.
"Connection is essential," the daemon tells you. "However, genital contact is not required."
You have reached the Central Citadel, and it's time to party!
But F.A.T.E.S. is as susceptible to peer pressure and trendy trends as anyone else! Early birds will find that the atrium lounge is a true mess at first. Birds nesting in the ceiling, thorn plants all across the floors, and the bottles and cups at the white bar are empty. As parties go, this sucks. However, within a few minutes of the first arrivals, changes begin to overcome the club area visibly. It is exactly the same as the way the city has begun to accommodate the visitors, but far more accelerated. Soon, the lights begin to power on, filling the room with ambient illumination. Plants recede, but do not disappear entirely. High above, the ceiling suddenly morphs to display the starry night sky. And most importantly of all, there's booze.
With any luck, someone around here knows how to bartend, because F.A.T.E.S sure does not. Various liquors from across the multiverse are available, along with drink umbrellas, speared olives, mixers and wedges of fruit. However, the cocktails that automatically fill the glasses vary in taste from acceptable to horrific. Luckily, the bar does not keep anyone out.
If you're more than thirty minutes late, the kinks have worked themselves out. The party is now in full swing. F.A.T.E.S. has surrendered drink mixing duty to various refugees[1], resulting in much more palatable alcoholic beverages. Someone even found chicken fingers, which are making the rounds.
However, it appears that the invisible supercomputer is still trying to DJ. Predictably, the music ranges wildly based on the listeners-- one moment, you have 17th century lute music; the next, Trance. Blink 182 may even make a brief auditory appearance. It is not particularly easy to dance to this nightmarishly incoherent soundtrack, but it does provide a cross-section of multiversal experiences, for those of us who care about that kind of thing.
Alternatively, you can explore. The Central Citadel is filled with odd rooms. In the presence of only one or two explorers, the tidying effect doesn't happen nearly as quickly. Characters may find jungle-eaten conference spaces, computer laboratories, or even more sophisticated situation rooms thronged with vines and flowers. Somehow, the screens and monitors seem to work just fine with blossoms poking out of the harddrives. Rooms with beds are available as well, some of them already pre-carpeted with romantic roses. You might also find your way into a gym, where slightly rotted bokken and a dusty boxing ring nonetheless make for an interesting way to meet people who aren't into roses and laptops.
Characters who meet new CR at the Citadel have a special experience. When the two (or more) individuals get to talking, their daemons both abruptly interrupt with a very important, not at all loaded question. "Do you want to see something cool?" If the daemon was too big to come inside, the question is posed via earpiece or whatever other device.
The correct answer is "Yes." And with that, the characters are abruptly transported to The Telexistence Temple, on the Easternmost edge of the city. The sudden quiet seems deafening; the darkness is almost blinding before one's eyes adjust to the lines of light running through the tall stone walls. It is much cooler here than it was at the Central Citadel, but it has its own eerie dignity.
"In the future, this is where you may access information about your worlds. Recovery information, save points, and both passive and active world entry points are located here." A beat. Possibly the daemon is watching you stumble around. "Most of the tools have been disabled in order to prevent damage from inebriated users."
However, two pieces of technology continue to cooperate. First, a huge slab of glossy black stone the height of a desk, emitting holographic Head Up Display upward, the Chronological Cartographer. Your character must touch the device. Immediately then, a bright flowing diagram of data begins to spin through the air, whirling with lines and circles and familiar names. It is a chart of the worlds your characters have lived in before and the people they have met in the past timeline. The splitting point to Xistentia is clearly marked, and your future here is a red line wavering in darkness. Toy with it a little, and you'll even be able to pull up significant dates, friendships, enemies. Moments of transformation. F.A.T.E.S. remembers it all, and it is only a quick teleport from the Citadel. (Fortunately, it is also a quick teleport back.)
Second, there is a monitor with another HUD. It displays a HUD with a single prompt: Amenities needed?[2]
Starting the next day, the Temple will be accessible to all characters at all hours. Those granted access the night before will be able to find their way back with companions.
Footnotes
Summary: A party to mark the first wave of incoming characters in Xistentia, punctuated with weird physics and an unexpected trip to the heart (or mind) of F.A.T.E.S.
Date(s): Late May 2017
Warnings/Notes: Sexual content and other potentially offensive or triggering material to be noted in headers.
Mix and Mingle
Landmarks of Xistentia
It starts with the daemons, because of course it does. At sunset, they begin to ring and beep and urge you to follow directions through the city. For those with animate daemons, be they animals or people, the programs are even more intrusive. Pushing and pawing and urging you to get up and go. The destination is not far from the first reclaimed parts of the city— a tall tower covered in overgrown moss and trees, located near the beach, the Westernmost edge of the city. Even with the chaos of vegetation growing over it, it's clear that the building is a miracle of technology and style.
"Connection is essential," the daemon tells you. "However, genital contact is not required."
You have reached the Central Citadel, and it's time to party!
EARLY BIRDS
But F.A.T.E.S. is as susceptible to peer pressure and trendy trends as anyone else! Early birds will find that the atrium lounge is a true mess at first. Birds nesting in the ceiling, thorn plants all across the floors, and the bottles and cups at the white bar are empty. As parties go, this sucks. However, within a few minutes of the first arrivals, changes begin to overcome the club area visibly. It is exactly the same as the way the city has begun to accommodate the visitors, but far more accelerated. Soon, the lights begin to power on, filling the room with ambient illumination. Plants recede, but do not disappear entirely. High above, the ceiling suddenly morphs to display the starry night sky. And most importantly of all, there's booze.
With any luck, someone around here knows how to bartend, because F.A.T.E.S sure does not. Various liquors from across the multiverse are available, along with drink umbrellas, speared olives, mixers and wedges of fruit. However, the cocktails that automatically fill the glasses vary in taste from acceptable to horrific. Luckily, the bar does not keep anyone out.
FASHIONABLY LATE
If you're more than thirty minutes late, the kinks have worked themselves out. The party is now in full swing. F.A.T.E.S. has surrendered drink mixing duty to various refugees[1], resulting in much more palatable alcoholic beverages. Someone even found chicken fingers, which are making the rounds.
However, it appears that the invisible supercomputer is still trying to DJ. Predictably, the music ranges wildly based on the listeners-- one moment, you have 17th century lute music; the next, Trance. Blink 182 may even make a brief auditory appearance. It is not particularly easy to dance to this nightmarishly incoherent soundtrack, but it does provide a cross-section of multiversal experiences, for those of us who care about that kind of thing.
Alternatively, you can explore. The Central Citadel is filled with odd rooms. In the presence of only one or two explorers, the tidying effect doesn't happen nearly as quickly. Characters may find jungle-eaten conference spaces, computer laboratories, or even more sophisticated situation rooms thronged with vines and flowers. Somehow, the screens and monitors seem to work just fine with blossoms poking out of the harddrives. Rooms with beds are available as well, some of them already pre-carpeted with romantic roses. You might also find your way into a gym, where slightly rotted bokken and a dusty boxing ring nonetheless make for an interesting way to meet people who aren't into roses and laptops.
BONUS ADVENTURE: THE TEMPLE
Characters who meet new CR at the Citadel have a special experience. When the two (or more) individuals get to talking, their daemons both abruptly interrupt with a very important, not at all loaded question. "Do you want to see something cool?" If the daemon was too big to come inside, the question is posed via earpiece or whatever other device.
The correct answer is "Yes." And with that, the characters are abruptly transported to The Telexistence Temple, on the Easternmost edge of the city. The sudden quiet seems deafening; the darkness is almost blinding before one's eyes adjust to the lines of light running through the tall stone walls. It is much cooler here than it was at the Central Citadel, but it has its own eerie dignity.
"In the future, this is where you may access information about your worlds. Recovery information, save points, and both passive and active world entry points are located here." A beat. Possibly the daemon is watching you stumble around. "Most of the tools have been disabled in order to prevent damage from inebriated users."
However, two pieces of technology continue to cooperate. First, a huge slab of glossy black stone the height of a desk, emitting holographic Head Up Display upward, the Chronological Cartographer. Your character must touch the device. Immediately then, a bright flowing diagram of data begins to spin through the air, whirling with lines and circles and familiar names. It is a chart of the worlds your characters have lived in before and the people they have met in the past timeline. The splitting point to Xistentia is clearly marked, and your future here is a red line wavering in darkness. Toy with it a little, and you'll even be able to pull up significant dates, friendships, enemies. Moments of transformation. F.A.T.E.S. remembers it all, and it is only a quick teleport from the Citadel. (Fortunately, it is also a quick teleport back.)
Second, there is a monitor with another HUD. It displays a HUD with a single prompt: Amenities needed?[2]
Starting the next day, the Temple will be accessible to all characters at all hours. Those granted access the night before will be able to find their way back with companions.
Footnotes
- Some may be NPCs! Please avoid killing or maiming them without mod discussion first.
- Go here and fill out the form, reply to that comment, if your character is going to take F.A.TE.S. up on the amenities request.
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Well, I'm glad Mulder is settling in okay at least. Hopefully Andrew and Aaron are doing alright?
[ So, she knows him. ]
And home-home. I'm supposed to go with him when all is said and done. [ Supposed to. ]
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Fair enough. 'Okay' isn't really a bad thing to shoot for right now, all things considered. [ Losing Eudio, end of the multiverse and whatnot. So, yeah, she gets it. ]
We met, briefly. He's... Yeah. Easier to get on with than Andrew for me. [ Nice and cute, too, but those are things she hasn't admitted to even herself yet so. Y'know. ]
Yeah. Vanyel's got a whole life and family back in his world and I got jack all in mine, so. Kind of easy choice for us, I guess.
[ Well. Sort of. There was the issue of Farraige, but that's... something they're all probably going to have to discuss eventually. ]
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If anyone understands not wanting to talk, it's Rose. So she isn't about to press or pry on the matter. ]
He is, [ she answers easily. Too easily, maybe? It'd just been a surprise that someone with Andrew's face could be so much softer than the prickly, jaded man she associated it with. ] And I totally will! If he'd be down for it. Goodness knows my dogs are always super jazzed to have more attention.
Yeah, I mean... It'll be, uh. Interesting, I guess, how I fit in with his family but we'll see.
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[ She still can't believe how Axel bonded so well with one of her dogs... It's cute, really, even if Mulder is the star of his heart now. Besides Andrew, that is. ]
A little. There's Serana and Erandur. [ The other loves, the ones he's been noticeably saddened about not being able to bring to Xist, which. She doesn't want to think on that too much because it makes her feel insecure. ] He also has two adopted kids and that, uh. Freaks me out a lot actually but I guess they're older so maybe that won't be so bad.
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[ Furry children, definitely. Actual children? Ehhhh. ]
Like... tweens, I think? Twelve or thereabouts. [ Humans age so fast it can be hard to keep track of what the markers are. ]
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[ Perhaps not actually magical, but... lucky. Definitely lucky.
'Genuine and kind' are not things Rose would use to describe herself.
But she doesn't say that and instead smiles at the compliment, like she knows she's supposed to. ]
I guess we'll see. I hope. Who knows.
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[ And Rose would probably contest it in her own way, too. So! It'll be interesting if they ever do have that conversation. ]
Hopefully. There's always the chance one of them could show up here, even if it's slim...
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[ Which is why the fact that she never learned how to properly utilize it (beyond the inherent ability to impervious to cold) means it can take so much out of her when she tries to use it. ]
Well, it's just... I know he has other partners besides me, but. I was the only one in Eudio and now here so having them suddenly around might be, uh. Difficult to adjust to. [ How difficult is something she hasn't realized yet.
Also, 'family' isn't as literal as he might have previously assumed. ]
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[ She's only had to use it once in the ring. An opponent who wouldn't go down and freezing them solid had been the only way to have a shot at killing them. But that was a lot more energy than she had to expend and... probably one of the closer times to dying she'd gotten there. ]
Yeah, I. I talked to Rafa about it, a little. [ A pause, though. ] To be fair, I don't think I could handle monogamy so I think we're even there. Too confining for me.
[ It's. Hm. For Rose, someone who was told the majority of her life she was worthless and could never be loved, it's a bit addicting in a sense to have that kind of attention. She craves it, thrives off of it.
Even so, she sometimes thinks Vanyel's love is enough. Which is where she struggles. She doesn't mind him opening up his bed to others, but his heart is... It isn't just hers and she doesn't know what to do about that or the fact that it bothers her, honestly. So she doesn't think about it. Since that's totally a solution, right? ]
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[ Hopefully it won't be. It's hard to say what with this entirely new environment.
Still, that gentle nudge draws a smile of her own out again. ]
It's okay, I still think you're pretty cool for a straight-edge dude.
[ Hm. Other problems. Ones that she also isn't thinking about like how Vanyel is technically mortal and she very much isn't. ]
Still, I guess you got a point. We'll see. Though eugh. I don't even wanna' consider hypothetical problems. Let future me deal with that nonsense.
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Sometimes, it's still hard to fathom that almost the opposite occurred. How everyone had welcomed her back and missed her and worried for her.
The closest thing she'd ever had to that was the Morgans, but even then she isn't sure they'd mourn her loss long. They were old, had lived too great of lives to feel her absence too keenly.
Still. ]
I mean, not to be, like, a downer or anything, but. I never saw a Future-Rosie until recently so maybe that's why I still kind of lack that foresight.
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Yeah, definitely. I mean. I want a future for the first time in forever, too, so...
Hopefully it'll still be available to me when all this is said and done.
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