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returnjourneylogs2022-01-01 04:57 pm
returnjourney) wrote in returnjourneylogs2022-01-01 04:57 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- *helpdesk,
- agrias oaks (final fantasy tactics),
- aki hayakawa (chainsaw man),
- alex mercer (prototype),
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- claire fraser (outlander),
- ezio auditore (assassin's creed),
- j. a. volkhov (original),
- jinx (arcane),
- loki odinson (mcu),
- rhys strongfork (borderlands),
- silco (arcane),
- theo crawford (original),
- william (westworld)
SET SAIL: FIRST IMPRESSIONS
SET SAIL: FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Welcome to the new year and the Return Journey's opening event! We're starting with something light to get everyone acclimated and so no one feels they've missed too much if they app after the holiday season. We'd like to make it easy for any new players to jump in right away.
If you have any questions about the event, please ask here.
1. What? My name is who? My name is—
Salutations! Now that everyone's respective warden and inmate orientations are out of the way, you've been given a helpful, mandatory name tag. It instantly appears on your shirt and can't be taken off, though where it appears on your shirt is a bit more unpredictable; it's an imperfect science, so it's just as likely to pop up on the back of your shirt as the front. If you try to remove your clothes, the tag appears on your skin; they're waterproof, so a quick shower won't get rid of it, either. What can we say — it's mandatory.
While the tags all follow the standard "HELLO my name is" format and have your name or most common alias, they also include some other information. For wardens, it features a space that declares "I LIKE" and one or two of your most choices hobbies. For inmates, it features these hobbies and "I have killed [x] people" (this may be a specific number or something akin to "a lot of" or "no"). Fun icebreaker, right?
2. Twenty Questions
Speaking of icebreakers, a brief announcement summons everyone to the observatory. Again, yes, it's mandatory; wardens must retrieve absent inmates before any more information is revealed. Better hop to it!
Upon arrival, passengers will discover that the Peregrine's resident bot force has reconfigured the observatory with small, portable cubicles, each with a transparent wall that retains a lovely view of the observatory's massive window. Each inmate is assigned their own cubicle and, upon entering, cannot leave without a warden's say so; the door only unlocks with a warden's CommLink.
Wardens are tasked with interviewing at least one inmate, to get a feel for their prospective charges. They can have as much time as they need to formulate what questions they want to ask, but that might leave some inmates waiting. Maybe that's on purpose, though. In any case, the exercise is over once an inmate is asked five questions and a warden receives five answers.
Archimedes will collect name tags after the interviews for incineration. The robotic owl is, notably, the only one who can remove them.
3. Polite Picnic
The greenhouse doesn't always have enough fresh produce to go around (and often what is collected is frozen and preserved), but given the circumstances — a new mission and new passengers — everyone can reap the rewards this month...if they share. A bot stationed in the mess hall mechanically tells anyone who crosses into range (whether they mean to visit the produce table or not) that they aren't to take more than three fruits and/or vegetables. If you choose not to abide by the rules...well, that depends if you're caught and by who.
The produce available are as follows:
Adalfane: Tastes like cocaine, but very nutritious, especially when eaten raw.There are notably fewer tsanyi than adalfane or tuadath. But if everyone's nice and cooperates, each person can get exactly one.
Tuadath: Smells awful, but very hearty when cooked, tasting a little like steak.
Tsanyi: Pure, sugary sweetness. Can be made into a refreshing drink, eaten raw, or sprinkled over a desert.
wow silco now we'll never be besties
"Where are you from, then? Maybe I knew some of the people you killed."
This is definitely a joke, but Loki's used to his humor not being appreciated.
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Silence is its own answer. Silco regards him a moment, finally sits; knuckles rolling out at the end of his wrist.
"You don't." This is not — for the purposes of their present exercise — an answer. More a guess: He hasn't murdered any actors lately, and fuck knows who else sports an outfit like that. "Or you'd know where I'm from. Perhaps you ought to add to your tag,"
Since they're so alike.
dkjsl always
He shrugs, adding, "Regardless, you'll have to answer some of my questions to get out of here. Where you're from is an easy place to start, I would say."
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An ugly necessity. These days, the young mutilate themselves. The Undercity scrambles for self-definition, and who can blame them, with so much ground yet to break? They deserve more than this. They deserve -
"Zaun."
Is there fame in deformity? There's pride. He taps one spindled finger on the desk. Again,
"Why not number yourself?"
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Loki glances down at his tag, stretching his shirt out as if picturing adding a line to the bottom. "Well, for starters, I don't know the actual number. Hundreds. Thousands, perhaps."
He avoided finding out what had happened to Jotunheim. But he knew what kind of destruction the Bifrost could bring, and he'd aimed it at what amounted to the capitol. And that wasn't including those who'd been caught in the crossfire when he'd attacked Earth.
Loki flicks his gaze back up at Silco for a moment before sliding his hand over the tag. When he lifts his hand again, another line of information has been added-- or at least, it appears to have been. In a deep, emerald ink and an ostentatious script, the words I have killed hundreds of innocent people appear on at the bottom of the tag.
"There. Now we match." His mouth curves but it isn't really a smile. "Can't say I enjoy it very much, but I don't imagine that was the point. I suppose we'd have to ask the owl."
He does smirk, at this, relaxing back into his chair again. "I feel as if I'm monopolizing the conversation, which is a shame given--" He gestures at Silco's tag. "So. Killed a lot of people, likes to talk. Are you a politician?"
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One can choke on miracles. The taste of blood isn't so far from his throat as to forget: If hundreds are dead, they're both among them.
"Sloppy,"
Is rich, coming from a guy with 'many' printed on his own. But he must be mollified, or what will pass for it; his fingers fold down, voice settles. Silco rests an arm against the table. Loki quips, and the quirk of his brow is brief: Approval.
(What are politics, but the principal hurdle to change? Grubbing for the status quo,)
"I was an industrialist," There's the old line. "A concerned party."
i am on episode 6 and man silco is going to hate loki when he finds out he was literally a king
He debates for a moment which line of inquiry to follow next, before settling on: "What were your concerns, exactly?"
:,-)
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(Is that so?)
"Sit, stay," Stand, really — if you lie down in the dirt, it had better be a grave. "Down where you belong."
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He runs a thumb over his bottom lip, thoughtful. "So you killed people because you wanted to become the man in a high place, is that it?"
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Sometimes. Look,
"That's five."
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"Well, you'll be happy to know there will be far less temptation to kill people here. What with no one shooting at you."
He smiles brightly, gesturing to the door. Silco's free to go.
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Loki stands as well. He'd offer a handshake, but it doesn't strike him as a gesture Silco would appreciate.
"It was a pleasure, Silco. If you ever need anything, you shouldn't have any trouble finding me."
Or finding ways to avoid asking for Loki's help at all, he suspects.