MINI-EVENT: MIMICS

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MINI-EVENT: MIMICS

May 28th – June 1st, 2022
The Peregrine recently stopped in Bhujerba and took on a whole bunch of new supplies, courtesy of the ship's crew. The transport bots are now positioning those massive pallets of supplies in the storage facility, and wardens (and sneaking inmates!) won't have trouble noticing them: unlike the smooth metal and glass cases that make up the bulk of the storage facility's freight, these were packaged in Bhujerba. They look like great black-and-gold amphoras with matching legs. Practical? Certainly not. Nicer to look at? Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it sure breaks up all this minimalist shit.

And then one morning, the passengers will discover that some of the amphoras have been moved, and no one really seems to know by who (though Archimedes has ideas).

This event takes player submissions for what will be found in the amphoras, which you can find on the OOC post here. If you have any questions about the event, please ask here.

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1. Missing!

They're gone.

One day there were dozens of amphoras, lined up in neat rows on a metal pallet, and now their numbers are halved. The storage facility is supposed to be off-limits to inmates, but it doesn't stop them from walking in anyway to poke around. Thieves, perhaps? Stored goods don't just get up and walk away on their own.

2. Fighting the Mimics

The amphoras show up all on their own a few days later, tucked into corners in odd rooms, between rows of plants in the greenhouse, under a desk in the resource library... Anywhere a door wouldn't stop them and, even then, they occasionally sneak in. A sharp eye might notice the slightest variation in color, or question how they got in at all, but a curious cat will find the answer quickest.

When touched, the amphoras come to life, their stands unfolding into four spider-like legs, the body pivoting parallel to the ground. The lid becomes a terrible eye. It may look like a machine, but its thick carapace makes it an insectoid.

What it wants, unfortunately, is to feast on sentient brains.

Good luck!

3. Goodies

Destroying the mimics yields loot: a dropped cache of goods. The problem is there's no way to tell what belongs to who...and finding the intended owner means knowing what that person might want.

Please respond here if you'd like your character to find any items; just remember, it's their job to figure out who it rightfully belongs to! (There's a cheat sheet here with what items are intended for who, but it's always fun to consider who your character would think would want that item...if only to play keep-away.)

Comments

[rank1]

Travis had, too.

"Yeah, yeah––fuck!"

He gets an arm under the thing, struggling to keep it away from his face for long enough to get the spike positioned just right to bury into the thing's underside with a sick slide. Teeth grit, he's still fighting it off through its death throes. By time he slings it aside, he's seriously contemplating whether to finish Jack off. It'd be fucked to chase a girl dragging herself across the floor, right?

"You runnin'?"

[n0ught]

Jack is curious to see what's inside the amphora, but her sense of self-preservation is much louder: Travis has eliminated the immediate threat, she is very vulnerable, and he is very dangerous.

"I 'surrender,'" she says, making air quotes with one hand as she heaves herself to her feet, her other hand keeping the blood from spilling out her side. "I should go, and fuck you if you follow me."

[rank1]

He looks around him, as if Sylvia might suddenly appear with her two cleaning goons to mop up the mess before someone else comes along.

"What," he calls back, "you're just gonna bleed out in the inmate showers or whatever?"

[n0ught]

Jack displays her middle finger.

"The Auto-Doc, asshole. Why, you wanna patch me up? Get some hands-on experience?"

[rank1]

Travis strolls after her, spike at his side.

"Nah, I'm better at finishing moves," he replies. "What are you gonna tell the warden who lets you in?"

[n0ught]

She whirls around when he starts following her, taking a few large, backwards strides away from him. "Back up, Travis."

The threat in her tone is probably lessened by all the blood loss, but hey. He's still got his pointy stick.

"Well, I thought I'd tell them all about the fucking nerd who stabbed me. What do you think? I'll blame it on one of these stupid jar things."

[rank1]

He stops just long enough to give her a few steps, and then he keeps walking, just slower.

"Sounds good," he replies. He can work with it. The wardens might even believe it. "Rematch later?"

[n0ught]

Travis is fucking weird. Jack has decided this.

She is not super pleased by him continuing toward her, but she holds her ground. If he wants to kill her, she's not going to make it fun or anything.

"Only if I get to be the top next time," she says, eying the spike.

[rank1]

You and the rest of the world, baby.

"Hah." He hangs his head for a beat, and then seems to shrug it off. "If you can take it, you can have it."

He sheaths the spike again, and gives a jaunty little wave with his free hand.

"Don't pass out on the way!"

And then he walks on, right past her.