Sixth Iteration Logs

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vidal

WHO: Reyes Vidal
WHERE: Finnick & Annie's place (House 57)
WHEN: ~handwavey general siege times~
OPEN TO: Hawke, Finnick, Annie
WARNINGS: Violent geese!! Probably some violence to NPCs.

Since Reyes had been attacked, the two hunters had taken to walking the village armed. Hawke had more of a tendency to look in on her loved ones, and so today they were doing the rounds together, checking in on their famously reclusive married friends out at the outskirts, like performing a neighbourly check-in. Except instead of spare a cuppa sugar or want to come in for some coffee?, it's so how about those mysterious attackers, huh? Reyes still has a blossoming bruise darkening one eye from his own altercation, and he's leaning his weight on a crude spear as they stand outside in the pleasant sunshine, chatting and watching as Finnick and Annie fuss with booby traps that pique his interest. For all intents and purposes, it all looks like a nice and normal spring day out in the garden -- except that they're battening down the hatches, readying for something potentially awful.

The yard has the visitors surrounded by birds, too, and Reyes has to keep sidling further and further to the left as a particularly large goose keeps stalking closer. He's not quite sure if it approves of him or not.

"You know, I'm lamenting the fact that no one ever taught me how to build booby traps," he says. "I'm starting to think my life skills are sorely ill-fitted for this planet."

(Understatement. He's been thinking that since the day he got here.)

tothefly

WHO: Natasha Romanoff
WHERE: South Village outskirts
WHEN: April 5th, spam from 5th-8th
OPEN TO: all (Network first response goes to Reyes)
WARNINGS: Injuries

[network, video, OTA (first response goes to Reyes)]

[It looks like there's something smeared over the screen; it's just a jumble of color, blacks and browns and the faintest hint of sky peeking through here and there, a blur that implies faint motion. The voice is recognizable as Natasha's, but the words are slightly slurred and it sounds like she's having a hard time putting them together.]

They took...him. I think--

[A small sound of pain, and another brief pause of labored breathing.]

Don't...know his name. Tall. Blonde. Fighter. Teal wristband. More of those people--not us--

Think I--know which way they went. Someone needs to...

[And then there's the sound of someone falling, and the video ends.]

[action, south village inn, OTA]

A concussion means Natasha isn't going to sleep any time soon. She should still be resting, shouldn't be sitting up given the state of her injuries, but judging by the look on her face anyone who tells her that has a good chance of going through the window she's sitting by. The map she and Loki had found is unfurled on the table in front of her, and she's bent over it, marking distances and looking pretty intent, despite her pale, clammy skin and the rapidly purpling bruise emanating outward from her temple, a cut at its center.

She doesn't even bother looking up as she hears someone enter the room, instead holding out a hand towards them and motioning. "Come here. I need another pair of hands."

vidal

WHO: Reyes Vidal
WHERE: Outskirts of the southern village
WHEN: Today?
OPEN TO: John Wick
WARNINGS: Language, violence, and a Ghost in the Machine fight

( village outskirts | john )

bloodbathing

WHO: Agent Maine
WHERE: South & North Villages (see prompts for specifics)
WHEN: post Take Two, March 4th - 7th
OPEN TO: OTA + one closed
WARNINGS: just language, will update if necessary

( broken down and paralyzed )

duel_wielding

WHO: Agent North Dakota
WHERE: Around South Village
WHEN: Feb 26 - Mar 4, March 16th
OPEN TO: Anyone Still In Town
WARNINGS: None

( All Along The Watchtower | OTA )

( Around Town | OTA )

[OOC: Want a specific starter? Poke me. North needs to meet people.]

excessed

WHO: Diego Hargreeves, No 00.02
WHERE: The fountain, around the village, the inn
WHEN: First days of March
OPEN TO: All, only one for the fountain please
WARNINGS: Will keep spoilers to a minimum, try and avoid details unless told they're okay, otherwise language, will update

( And when I asked him for directions he showed me the good way )

can_fight_ugly

WHO: Anne Weying
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Friday 15th
OPEN TO: Speed Dating Participants, mingle section OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed

Anne had gotten the box earlier in the week, and while there were not any actual instructions included, it was pretty clear what the items were intended for. Name tags, cards, the candies, hell - a whole supply of contraceptives - the only logical conclusion was some sort of dating event. Apropos as they were just a day over her world's Valentine's Day, to boot. She appreciated the distraction putting together something like this would provide.

One additional request needed to be made, considering her idea on formatting the evening, and that was for a brass bell from Tony's forge.

She arrives at the Inn early to set up; moving tables aside and setting it up for a couple rows of two-person seating, and setting out mugs on each table full of conversation hearts. She pulls one table up by the front where she gathers sign-in materials; name tags, metallic sharpies, little info cards and pens ... she also gets two large bowls and fills them with the condoms and diaphragms; might as well make them accessible.

The index cards she fills out with questions that she thinks will be relevant, puts an announcement, and fusses with a few last minute touches.

Info Card:

Name	Position
Reeve Tuesti	Rotating
North Dakota	Seated
Marian Hawke	Rotating
Peggy Carter	Seated
Lucifer Morningstar	Rotating
Alistair Theirin	Seated
Samantha Moon	Rotating
Reyes Vidal	Seated
Thor Odinson	RNG - Rotating
Rosa Diaz	RNG - Seated
Ezio Auditore	RNG - Seated
Phryne Fisher	Rotating
Leonado de Vinci	Rotating

vidal

WHO: Reyes Vidal
WHERE: Their house
WHEN: Early February /handwaves
OPEN TO: Marian Hawke
WARNINGS: Nothing for now

( the truth is, i'm a total disaster. )

thevulnerability

WHO: Chloe Decker
WHERE: South Villiage Fountain | Town Hall | Hot Springs
WHEN: Beginning February 10th, from the day she arrives to a couple days later
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Nothing, will update if needed

( is what i always pray )

loyalrebel

WHO: Malik Al-Sayf
WHERE: North and South Village
WHEN: Early-Mid February
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: potential discussions of death

( South Village )

( ”North )

can_fight_ugly

WHO:Vanille, Reyes, Anne, Seifer
WHERE: Comin' Down The Mountain
WHEN: Jan 25 to about Jan 30th or so
OPEN TO: Vanille, Reyes, Anne, Seifer
WARNINGS: Perhaps some gore for fox fights, will update as needed

They'd managed through their visions, through seeing visions of strangers and friends, and they'd come out the stronger for it. But now, there was a whole new challenge to face; getting down the mountain.

None of them are exactly perfectly dressed or prepared for such a hike; it's even a struggle to figure out which way to go so they don't end up on the far side of the mountain, but with navy, hunter green, and two black scrubs representing, they're able to find the right path and power through it.

Black Foxes

That sound you just heard? An ominous rustling of twigs and a crunch of snow? That's not your imagination - but where is it coming from?

It happens to be coming from more than one side, as three foxes attack you and whoever you're with; nipping at your legs and herding you off to the side between the three of them.

Nighttime

It's cold during the day, and even colder at night; someone's got a fire going, somehow, and it's the best bet to keep warm to huddle close to it, close to someone else, or a little bit of both. If you're lucky, you've caught a rabbit or bird, or maybe even some fish to cook up for dinner.

Fording the River

It's got to be crossed at some point, but there doesn't seem to be any good stretch to do it. It's wide, it's fast, and it's just deep enough to be trouble. This is definitely better attempted with help than on your own.

sixthiteration

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
WARNINGS: Please warn in the subject line of your comment as needed, and remember to move anything turning adult to a new post.
IMPORTANT NOTES: Final reminders and informational links are here. Please label all top-levels clearly so that there is no confusion who they are open to and what they are for, and DON'T FORGET TO ADD YOUR TAG!
Have fun and ask questions here!

pampa

WHO: Detective Millertime
WHERE: Bunker, Inn, places between
WHEN: January 18
OPEN TO: Initial thread closed to Elektra Natchios, OTA otherwise!
WARNINGS: Miller is a very sad, disturbed individual. His mental process will encompass suicidal and alcoholic ideation. Please let me know if you would like to avoid these topics!

ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ░ｌｅｇｅｎｄａｒｙ░ｆａｃｅ (for elektra)

His first thought is that he's drowned - like Rogue did - in the pool. His eyes pop open and there's some thrashing, so that anyone happening by should notice his struggles. It's only after he's started to panic that he realizes the liquid he's in is oxygenated somehow. Is he back...? Back in his world with those evil scientists, or still on Reverie with those evil scientists, or whoever they are. He never did crack that case, or put a bullet between the eyes of whoever was responsible. He'll regret that more than anything if this is how it ends.

But then the tube is draining and he's wincing at how cold he suddenly feels. The space station could be cold, sure, but this penetrates deep to his dusty, chalk bones. Reflexively, his hand goes to his head. Semi's hat isn't there. He looks down, teal scrubs, and as the water drains he feels something heavy on his back. All very weird. Then again, weird is his wheelhouse.

The second he can blink his eyes and focus, it's when the door decompresses and opens, a slim hand with dark nail polish holding it open for him. Is this a dream...? No, it's- Shit.

"Rich girl?"

ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ░ｈｏｎｏｒａｒｙ░ｓｔａｒ (ota)

Okay, so here's what you missed: Elektra showed Miller the powers vending machine and the second he touched it, it shocked him. Something weird about the way his senses were going haywire, but he assumed it was just the charge. The thing was, the second he made it above to the surface world, every animal for miles around was all over him. He made it to the Inn for some warmer things, but now he's back in the Bunker staring at this stupid machine.

This is how you find a bundled and miserable Belter with a squirreldog on his shoulder as he glares daggers at the piece of tech that wronged him. How dare it make cuddly animals follow him everywhere. The longer he's down there the more randomly appear. Croc-dogs, more squirreldogs (the squirreldogs really like this asshole), and pea-cats by the droves. He's trying to investigate here! He makes it to the specimen room since he's definitely not going to chance getting saddled with yet another power, but he frowns in dismay as the dog on his shoulder runs roughshod over one of the shelves and breaks nearly every vial on it, blood running thickly down to the floor.

"Real nice."

ｄｒｉｎｋ░ｉｔ░ｉｎ░ｂｅｆｏｒｅ░ｉｔ＇ｓ░ｇｏｎｅ (ota)

Miller has never experienced weather like this. In fact, he's never experienced weather at all. He's still not sure how it's possible for him to stand up straight on a planet, and he's not sure he wants to know. It can't really be a planet, or else something like the protomolecule is fucking with physics again. Either way it's shoved distinctly in that category of his mind: Do Not Want.

He and his parade of squirreldogs make it to the kitchen of the Inn so he can try and find anything alcoholic to filch. Lucky for him, there's still some of Sam's moonshine seemingly abandoned. Or that's what he'll take it for anyway. Miller and his newfound mason jar make it to the fireside to try and warm up even a little, but he feels frozen straight through. His gloves and hat sit soaking on the hearth while he sits with his back against the couch, coat open to let in the heat and one lanky leg stretched out in front of him so that his hiking boot taps the grate. He holds the jar in one hand, elbow braced against his knee, drinking and talking to himself (and anyone who cares to listen.)

"Shouldn't be possible, gravity torture... I'm a Belter, I never left the Station. Not until last year and then... Well, I'm no rock hopper, that's for damn sure."

ｌｉｋｅ░ｉｔ＇ｓ░ｔｒｙｉｎｇ░ｔｏ░ｇｅｔ░ａｗａｙ (ota)

Call this your WILDCARD option! He'll be "investigating" in and around town, to and from the Bunker and the Inn before eventually claiming Room 12 as his own. All week he will be saddled with animal affinity so various wild animals will be harassing him as he makes his way around. If you have another idea, hit me up and I can write you something personalized, or just tag in with something random and I'll roll with it!

championofsnark

WHO: Hawke
WHERE: At the NYE party and then at their house
WHEN: December 31st/January 1st
OPEN TO: Closed to Reyes
WARNINGS: Adult Themes. Angst probably.

( Unhealthy ignore-my-ex choices may have been made )

sixthiteration

WHERE: Simulation, door between the SV inn and police station
WHEN: Sunset Dec 31 through sunrise Jan 1
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed and move all adult content to a new post
NOTES: GENERAL PARTY DETAILS: Here & Here | PLANNING POST: Here | NEWBIES: You may arrive at the party, details here.

As the sun dips toward the horizon, another day in the village put to bed, those walking past the tiny piece of woodland between the South Village inn and police station next door may notice something out of place: A door, golden and shimmering, seeming to hover in space and go nowhere. Indeed, a quick step to its other side reveals nothing at all but more forest. Dare to grasp the knob and swing it open, however—

A party, wild and opulent and grand, set in the front halls and gardens of a sprawling Victorian mansion, all cream and black and glittering gold. Tables groaning with festive food and drink, a lively band, and enthusiastic occupants seemingly unaware of the strangeness through which our intrepid villagers have arrived.

Step through, and you shall be transformed: Vigorously healthy, impeccably coiffed, a glittering star in your own right. To exit the way you came will see all of this gone again, and do take care: While news travels fast in the village, if you don't indulge soon, you may miss this extravagant respite — The music, the frivolity, the fireworks at midnight... Or all of it altogether, for it will fade away with the dawn.

spoileralert

WHO: Stephanie Brown
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Dec 21
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Violence, a noose necklace, breaking bones (in link and text)

( All I see is dead wings )

tenelka

WHO: Tenel Ka Chume Djo
WHERE: The south village fountain, the south village inn, & around the village
WHEN: December 15
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None

Arrival; South Village Fountain
One moment she was atop a rancor, its heavy feet thumping as they traversed through the rocky Dathomiri terrain.

The next she was wet, and cold, and Tenel Ka wondered if she’d tumbled off the six-foot-tall creature into the river.

Except they hadn’t been near the river, a voice in her head told her as she kicked her feet, pushing herself to the surface. When her head broke through the surface of the water, she let out a gasp and pushed her thick red hair — now heavy and soaked through — out of her face.

She bobbed up and down in the water as she got her bearings, then slowly began to pull herself out of the fountain.

Where was she?

This was not Dathomir. Instinctively, her hand reached for her lightsaber, to be ready in case of anything — but that came up short. It was fine, her hilt was gone, her armor: gone.

There was only one explanation. “I have been kidnapped,” Tenel Ka muttered to herself.

Later; at the Inn
The best place for information, on any planet, was a cantina. The shadier the better, the Jedi Knight had learned, but here there didn’t seem to be too many options so she instead settled in at the Inn, taking mental notes of those around her.

The people: primarily humanoid, with some slight variations. The planet; moderate temperate, two suns. A day of fairly average length, if a little shorter than she was used to. Everything seemed normal... except for one thing.

Tenel Ka could not feel the Force.

She had never been blocked off like this, not so completely. There were places, yes, deep holes that repelled the most basic power of the universe. Rumors, even, of a star that blocked it out. But she had never experienced it like this.

It would not do to mention this to anyone she met, not yet. So instead she turned to one of the others in the inn: “Excuse me. What system are we in?”

Around the Village
The next few days, Tenel Ka wanders, watching. Uncomfortable with being idle, and with not knowing what’s going on, she tries to speak to as many people as possible. And, eventually, how to fit herself into this place.

tothefly

WHO: Natasha Romanoff + Various
WHERE: House 6, House 57, House 54 (Danny's dojo), around the South Village and road to the north
WHEN: Dec 15-20
OPEN TO: Starters for Frank, Finnick, and Peggy, plus OTA
WARNINGS: None as of now, will update as needed

( [Frank, House 6] )

( [Finnick, House 57] )

( [Peggy, Dojo] )

[South Village roads + Dojo, OTA]

There's no question that Natasha's little walks every night are something more than that. One might even consider them something of a patrol. Yes, there's a group for that now, something that's been set up with a sign-up list at Town Hall and everything, but Natasha has always worked best out of the spotlight. People know where to find her if she needs to be found. Aside from that, she keeps her head down, occasionally inviting someone to join her for the quiet wanderings through the village streets in the late hours of the night. It isn't incredibly common that she runs into someone else out, especially as it continues to get colder, the damp and chill entirely uninviting, but on those rare occasions she does, maybe she can be convinced to stop and talk for a while, or to accept some company before she continues on.

Despite the late nights, she's also up early in the mornings, and if you're the sort to find yourself in Danny's dojo, you might also find her there, but what she's doing might not look so much like fighting as it does ballet warm-ups. Flexibility is just as important to maintain as the ability to punch someone, after all, and it's gotten her out of way more jams.

skyward_eyes

WHO: Nida Nomura
WHERE: House 54 Dojo
WHEN: Afternoons Dec 14-21
OPEN TO: Seifer Almasy, OTA (feel free to message me here or on discord for custom starter)
WARNINGS: Fighting and taunting, others may be added

( The Only Way We Know How To Talk )

( Staff Fighting 101 - Lessons for Beginners )

( Sometimes You've Got To Punch It Out )

vidal

WHO: Reyes Vidal
WHERE: The bunker; the inn; the village generally
WHEN: Dec 2-5
OPEN TO: OTA, multiples for inn/village allowed
WARNINGS: Nothing really

Arrival in the Bunker (now locked to Kat)
The last he knew, he’d been trying to hitch a ride off Port Meridian, the crashed ark turned human city. He’d been standing in the elevator while it rose sluggishly towards the shuttle bays. Boring enough, yes, because the elevators always seemed to run far too agonisingly slowly despite their complexity, but it hadn’t been nothing out of the ordinary—

Until, the next he knows, the elevator has filled with water. The thought Is the ark malfunctioning manages to run through his head, but then he’s far too busy trying to find the door, failing, running his fingers along the crevices and edges of the container, realising it isn’t actually the lift anymore, and then, his worst nightmare: panicking.

Reyes’ nerves are steely even at the worst of times, but water is simply inexorable, unstoppable, unbargainable. Thankfully, the wait isn’t long before the seal hisses open and the water starts draining and someone (his liberator, he supposes) is helping him out, shaky and wobbly-legged and swearing in Spanish.

South Village Inn, a couple days later (OTA)
Predictably, Reyes gravitates towards the inn. It’s the closest thing to Tartarus, the bar he used to haunt — communal spaces where he can people-watch, get a sense for the group as a whole, possibly even eavesdrop.

But unfortunately, this place is nothing like the neon-soaked dive bar on his slum planet.

The room starts off empty when Reyes begins his inspection, but after a while he hears the creak of footsteps on ancient floorboards, and his head pops up from behind the bar, looking a little sheepish — and empty-handed, dusty. Poking around every single cabinet and shelf has led to absolutely nothing. “Is it true?” he asks with a gesture towards the empty bar, with the sound of a man who’s recently received a horrifying diagnosis from the doctor.

Around the village (OTA)
Reyes will be doing the usual for his first few days: roaming, information-gathering, people-watching, committing the layout of the area to memory. He’s also trying to suss out who lives where and if the fuss of a house is worth it, so can probably be found lingering and staring thoughtfully at the empty buildings, where a neighbour can catch him. He would also appreciate anyone willing to show him where to get/find food etc!

Sixth Iteration

Logs

Entries tagged with mass effect: reyes vidal

Credits & Style Info

but if you're worried about the weather, then you picked the wrong place to stay.

No Longer Ghosts [network+log]

oh, now, just dirt and mud in my veins.

praise the one who left you (OTA)

OTA | Those Left Behind

When I was stranded at the crossroads it was dismal and grey

Speed Dating

i put away enough irish whiskey to fill the river styx.

won't let the waves wash me away

Let's Get Baking?

Trekking down the Mountain with Team Moral Ambiguity

[MINGLE] One-Man Show

( OPEN ) So you wanna die young;

We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts

[MINGLE] Auld Lang Sim

[OTA] They say this is the city of angels

(no subject)

Just a walk or three

Basic Course in Combat | OTA

things happen, that's all they ever do.