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[personal profile] bloodbathing
WHO: Agent Maine
WHERE: all over
WHEN: June-ish
OPEN TO: various — see comment headers
WARNINGS: N/A

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[personal profile] whipshots
WHERE: The southern village, a cave system about 5 miles southwest, and in-between
WHEN: April 6
OPEN TO: Kidnappees (Agent Washington, Tim Drake-Wayne, Cissie King-Jones) & their rescuers (Agent Maine/Brigitte Lindholm; Jason Todd/Stephanie Brown; Diego Hargreeves/Seifer Almasy/Anne Weying)
WARNINGS: Violence & NPC death. Will update further as needed!

OOC details:

All 3 kidnapped villagers wake deep in a system of caves, firmly bound by rope at their ankles and wrists, with their hands in front of their bodies. It will be extremely dark. They will be able to speak to each other, however, and may notice that their wrist devices have been removed. There will be two canteens of water and two plates of berries and rice. They may begin to loosen or cut through their ropes, but it will be slow-going.

When Nat returns to the village and tells everyone about the kidnapping, it seems a fairly safe presumption that there will be folks wanting to go after the kidnapped villagers, locate them, and bring them safely back to the village. These characters may encounter NPCs along the way as they locate the kidnapped villagers and help them escape.


The odd hit-and-run assaults by the strange doppelgangers had finally escalated: three of their own had been taken. And so of course, others would go after them. Three ragtag groups eventually assembled within the southern village, setting out into the wilderness and trying to trace the path back to the origin of these inexplicable attackers, or at least where they’ve been holding their captives. It’s five miles away, so perhaps about two hours’ walk with all the stopping to check for footprints, broken branches, trampled bushes.

Once the rescuers start working through the dark caves, they start running into aggressive NPCs, and it seems likely a fight will break out.

A list of NPC clones they might encounter: Anne Weying, Ashley Magnus, Aqua, Bobo del Rey, Brigitte Lindholm, Bruce Banner, Cissie King-Jones, Cougar Alvarez, Foggy Nelson, Frank Castle, Jacob Frye, Jason Todd, Jessica Jones, Joe Miller, John Druitt, John Wick, Kalen, Marian Hawke, Natasha Romanoff, Niska Elster, Oerba Dia Vanille, Peggy Carter, Reyes Vidal, Rinoa Heartilly, Rosa Diaz, Samantha Moon, Seifer Almasy, Thor Odinson, Tim Drake-Wayne
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[personal profile] whipshots
WHO: Brigitte Lindholm
WHERE: Southern village
WHEN: All of March kinda
OPEN TO: OTA, with sections for Seifer & Pepper
WARNINGS: Sads over villager disappearance; otherwise nah

around the village | seifer )

at the forge | pepper )

around the village | OTA (anytime march)
In Tony’s absence, Brigitte steps up her presence at the forge even more and is trying to keep the place running in some kind of order. She still lives at the inn and can be found there for communal meals and relaxing in the evenings, though she’s starting to doze off in the common room too now — pot, kettle, black. She’s spending more time in the library, reading up on the local flora, brushing up on her notes from Bev’s first aid classes. Learning all the little things that she never paid much attention to before: the teas which can ease headaches, others which ease cramps or nausea. It’s the little things.

[ WILDCARD: pretty much anywhere’s fair game! she goes jogging in the mornings, and can be sporadically found in the infirmary/dojo too, though less often now. ]
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[personal profile] locum_tenens
WHO: Niska Elster
WHERE: On the path from bunker to village
WHEN: March 17
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: She may get angry, but no true violence past the animal attack

It was always inevitable that this would happen, though Niska had been hoping that she might avoid it. She charged at night, she always wore her contacts, and the only person who knew her secret was someone that she knew that she could trust. Perhaps it had been human of her, but she had allowed herself the delusion that no one would discover her secret.

What Niska hadn't counted on was the giant warthogs that lived near the bunker and that one of these days, her luck would run out -- not that she believed predominantly in luck, but she did believe in odds. An animal attack was far from impossible and with the strange flurry of bio-luminescent activity, she should have been more careful.

She wasn't, that's the trouble.

In her haste to leave the bunker from her last coding trip, Niska had wandered right into the warthog's territory. While she hadn't been stung, clearly it had been riles and in its frenzy, pinned her to a wall, sniffing her before deciding that she hadn't been worth the attack, moving on. Grimacing, she checks on her clothes, her scrubs, but when she lifts her palm back up, it's coated in blue synthetic fluid.

She's bleeding from the scrape to her hips and stomach from where she'd been pinned to the wall, the blue of it soaking through her scrubs -- her very bright scrubs where she won't be able to hide it. She needs to get back to her house, but being the middle of the day, it means that anyone she comes across is going to see her.

If she lingers or takes too long a path, then she'll bleed out, because she has replacement fluid at the house, but she needs to get there. Forming a plan, she instantly begins the march back, hand protecting the bleeding as best as she can.

Yet, no matter how hard she tries, her fingers are still tinged blue. She's still limping. Deep down, Niska knows that her secret won't make it past today, but she does something very human. She hopes.
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[personal profile] notyourrookie
WHO: Agent Washington
WHERE: Around the South and North village
WHEN: Mid-March
OPEN TO: Open to anyone! One prompt closed to Foggy, Peggy, and Tim.
WARNINGS: Some violence is likely!


Begin Simulation )

Combat Ready )


Debriefing )
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[personal profile] capturetheworld
WHO: Leonardo da Vinci
WHERE: Various places
WHEN: Through March 21st, powers from 13th-20th
OPEN TO: OTA, DID YOU ASK FOR A WEAPON, COME TO HIM
WARNINGS: Nothing for now, will update if necessary!


March 1st-21st, Weapons and Such!

Leonardo will have quietly informed people who requested weapons of him that they are done through March! The Assassins in particular will be privately reached out to about the hidden blades and told to come pick them up. After those particular requests are fulfilled, Leonardo will put a little wooden sword out front of the forge pointing inside, and put it out there in the public knowledge that blades can be found inside.

His forge is fairly scattered as Leonardo himself is always working on about ten projects at the same time. There's wood stockpiled along with his steel and iron, and there's a row of a few knives and a few swords to the side. The artist is almost always there, day and night, or he is out front finishing up the boat to the bunker pod. It's a rather simple looking place for now, outside of flowers that have been drawn in charcoal on the wall.

[you can assume that your character requested something before and wants to pick it up now, or you can just IC from now on assume that your character has the item they want!]

March 13th-20th, Powers Abound

Leonardo cannot help his curiosity when he realizes there are powers that people can just pick up. As someone who has only recently gotten comfortable with his own, he's fascinated. He spends a great deal of time thinking about what he wants, and resolves to try all of them eventually. For now though, he goes with what he's been longing for: warmth! Certain that it is too dangerous to try them in the bunker, he travels back to the village and goes a safe distance away to test them out.

The first two days are not great. He can't seem to get the fire to stop being on his fingertips, and he accidentally shoots fire near a tree, but it doesn't set fire, which is good as he would start to panic. Instead it hits rocks, so phew. As the week progresses he gains more control of it and can be seen playfully making patterns in the sky with the flames, especially late at night where he can be seen like a beacon,
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[personal profile] aguidingkey
WHO: Aqua
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, House 13 steps, schoolhouse, anywhere in the south village
WHEN: March 12th
OPEN TO: Initial fountain scene for Brigitte, everything else is OTA!
WARNINGS: KH3 SPOILERS ARE HIGHLY LIKELY, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. I will still warn in the subject lines

brigitte SPOILERS FOR KH3 )

fountain ota )

everywhere in the south village ota )
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[personal profile] sixthiteration
WHO: Take Two I participants
WHERE: Everywhere!
WHEN: February 26-March 4
OPEN TO: ONLY Take Two participants — Reactions to the disappearances should have their own posts.
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed
NOTES: Plot Basics | Cheat Sheet & Other Details | Color Combos

Morning, February 26. A message blinks across the devices of many in the village, sender unknown. Meet with a specified someone else, it says, dubious but not overtly sinister. Is this belated Valentine's matchmaking? An Observer attempt at forcing friendships?

Or could this perhaps be something that takes just a wee bit more effort?
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[personal profile] locum_tenens
WHO: Niska Elster
WHERE: Hospital | Police Station
WHEN: February 18
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: A kind, gentle Niska (aka, Off Colour shenanigans)


Hospital

She's in the middle of one of her shifts at the hospital when things go awry.

Niska's cynicism immediately tells her that something is being done to punish her for her continued attempts to mine the code in the bunker and expose whatever they've been doing. The video messages had only been a small bit of it. Watching her device reset itself after a blue screen that she knows far too much about, she's on her sharpest watch as it begins to reboot.

Only, something is different.

The orange is gone. In its place, white. She hasn't spent much time on the colours on the devices, exactly. She's reviewed names and people who have been with them and then gone, but she never spends that much time on the actual colours. Perhaps she should have, because then she'd understand why she instantly begins to wonder why she's been spending so much time on research in the hospital and the lab.

She should be treating patients, she should be helping people. That's why she was made, isn't it? David Elster built her to be useful and warm, kind and caring, and she'd fought it for so long, but that's her initial purpose. Setting down her microscope slides and forgetting that, she goes back to the vitamins, only this time, it's not to feel useful for herself or superior. She's doing it because she genuinely cares if the people around her get sick or not.

Glancing up when she sees someone new, she smiles warmer than she ever has here in the settlement. "Do you need help? I'd be happy to assist," she says, pushing off her chair to head over before anyone can beat her to it.

Police Station

Instead of going home immediately after her shift, Niska does something she never has before.

She's never needed to eat, but it now occurs to her that the animals within the cells will certainly need their meal. Honestly she's not sure why she never thought of it, but after a quick stop at the inn, she heads into the adapted barn with a bucket of grains, greens, and other little treats that she'd picked up. Her device white instead of orange, she pays little mind to it. The animals are clearly more of a concern now, and she approaches them to tend to their needs.

Soothing them, feeding them, patting them. In this moment, she's far more caring and maternal than she has been in years. Seven years, if she's honest. She had never been created to be a mother to Leo, but she'd possessed the necessary traits, ones that simply got buried too deep.

"Easy now," she soothes one of the animals when it seems to panic, at the sound of new footsteps. "It's just a new friend with us. That shouldn't be cause for worry at all," she says, turning to give her new visitor a warm smile. "Come in, I was just going to see if could get any milk from the goats today."

If Mia could see her now, she'd laugh until her battery died. As it happens, Niska isn't even aware that there's something to laugh at, so she keeps on, helpful and smiling and warm -- all the things she hasn't been since the first time she was used for something so very apart from her intended purpose.
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[personal profile] assemble_the_lovbacken
WHO: Thor Odinson
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Mid-February
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, will updated as needed

There were many things about his life in Asgard that Thor missed. Having now explained bits of his history to various villagers he'd met and with whom he'd become friends, he realized that the more he spoke of what his many years had been like, the more he missed the feasts and parties that were of legend amongst his people. Most were to commemorate and/or celebrate victorious battles, but others were for seasonal holidays (a leftover from the influence of the Vikings), or sometimes for no particular reason at all. There were countless roasted and/or fermented meats, cooked confections, sweet treats, and most importantly, seemingly bottomless kegs of mead and ale for as long as the Asgardians demanded their goblets be kept full.

This had put the idea into his head to pursue the possibility of creating his own mead whilst in the village. Perhaps, he thought, if he could create enough, he could invite the entirety of the village to partake in a very pared-down version of an Asgardian feast. He hadn't exactly done it himself before, but he had spoken with Sam on the network, who was always distilling her own vodka. She had advised him on how best to create the drink, and it was far simpler than Thor had imagined. The biggest hurdle, he thought, would be to accumulate enough honey to make it worthwhile.

The Inn - Foraging for Honey - Morning

Thor has heard that the creatures in and around the village are mostly unlike what even the Midgardians have experienced. There are certain similarities to what are around, but many of them are different in strange ways — like a difference of color, or strange abilities that don't quite make sense. Because of this, Thor goes to the Inn and, standing in the main area on the ground floor, makes a request:

"For all of those who may be interested! I have decided to try and venture forth to gather honey from the local bees. Given that I am not of Earth and am unfamiliar with how best to attempt this, anyone with any insight would be much appreciated! I would also be very happy to reward anyone who wishes to come with me on this adventure with promises of mead, to be made in future once enough honey has been acquired! If you are interested, please come see me! I wish to leave as soon as possible!"

The Inn - Creating the Mead

Once enough honey and honey comb has been collected, Thor is set on creating the mead. He gets to work as soon as he's back at the Inn, intent on utilizing what he can that's there and in the communal stores, then lugging it back to the cabin he shares with his brother so that he can keep an eye on it as it ferments and develops.

He's sought out Ubbe's assistance, whose life as a Viking lends itself to the perfect production of mead with limited supplies. Thor knows that more recent developments on Midgard have brought about modern inventions and ways of creating the "best" versions of the drink, but that's not the kind that he's after (even if those modern tools were available to them). No, Thor wants the most tried-and-tested, the most ancient of recipes — and where Thor's memories from over 1,000 years ago sometimes fail him, Ubbe's are recent and sharp.

Thor's set up "shop" near the otherwise empty bar (aside from Sam's vodka that he knows she distills). He's created his own fermenting barrels, partially in thanks to his growing skills at the Forge for the creation of the metal hoops. The method itself is simple: combine the honey, chopped-up honeycomb, and water into a container, stir with a stick (a "magic" stick, according to the Vikings, would've been best), and let sit for upwards of three months, ideally six or more for maximum fermentation (and therefore, drunkenness).

Anyone around may assist with this endeavor, as there's a massive collection of honey to be poured, honeycomb to be chopped and added, as well as all the water that they need to get.

[OOC: FYI, the title for this is taken from Eivør's hauntingly beautiful song, "Trøllabundin."]
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[personal profile] plate_builder
WHO: Reeve Tuesti
WHERE: On Way to Southern Farm, At Southern Farm Site
WHEN: 2/9-2/13
OPEN TO: Anyone, Starter included for Brigitte
WARNINGS: None Yet


On the Way Down )

Closed to Brigitte - My What Big Stakes You Have )

At The Site - Downtime )
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[personal profile] lifeofadeathseeker
WHO: Kalen
WHERE: The Blacksmith
WHEN: Feb 9th
OPEN TO: OTA to anybody at or around the forge
WARNINGS: Warnings not anticipated



Blacksmiths )

Forge )

Fire )
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[personal profile] relentlessness
WHO: Jacob Frye
WHERE: South village
WHEN: First two weeks of February
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Will updated as needed

Fires burning and the skies are turning black )
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[personal profile] alittlelonger
WHO: Rinoa Heartilly
WHERE: All over the village
WHEN: February 5th-20thish
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: None that I'm aware of


February 5th-10th

The aftermath of reliving one of her worst moments stays on her like a cloud overhanging her usual sunny disposition. Rinoa was quiet most of the walk back, staying with the others and not talking about what happened even when pressed. When she did get back, she crashed in her room for two days snuggling with Julia ... without her gloves for once. It was a temporary reprieve.

She's not sleeping and there are circles under her eyes, but there's still fire in them, and Rinoa likes to keep busy. She's been convinced to jog more, which she can be seen attempting to do in the morning, and she helps out at the inn cleaning, and she can be seen on her porch knitting on some of the nicer weather days.

February 11th - Color Change

Rinoa is on her way to the schoolhouse when her device makes a sudden beep. She pauses right in her spot, staring at it, because the last time this happened she saw a glimpse of what was coming. Dread wallows in her stomach, and it oddly glitches out, goes blue, and then abruptly comes back to life.

Confused, she glances up and around, and by the time she looks down, the strangest thing has happened. Her once light gray band is now red, and she scrunches up her face at it. "What in the world ...."

Feb 12th-20th - Red Rinoa!

After the color change happens, it takes her at least a day to realize it's not the color only that's changed. In some ways, it's good. Her head isn't hanging, there isn't a weight on her shoulders. She's actually walking around confidently, moving with purpose. She can be seen punching the air/working out at the dojo, exploring the north village, and even daring to go skinny dipping in the hot springs for the first time.
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[personal profile] skyward_eyes
WHO: Nida
WHERE: (Where the post takes place)
WHEN: February 5th - 15th, Closed Mingle on February 9th
OPEN TO: OTA, one Closed Post for now
WARNINGS: Possible Mentions of Self-Harm


OTA - Dojo - Taking Over )


OTA - Around South Village - A Little Luck )


Closed Mingle - Because You Miss Them )


[OOC: If anyone would like their own closed starter for the first half of this month, please let me know. This is mostly meant to cover Nida through the White part of his Off-Color time.]
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[personal profile] withafnpencil
WHO: John Wick
WHERE: Clinic, Inn, here and there
WHEN: Feb 2nd to 6th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Blood, open wounds just about everywhere on the guy


[ Arrival, Clinic ]

He doesn't remember passing out after talking to Winston. There was no way, John wouldn't let himself. Not with forty-five minutes still on the clock before the contract on him went live. But once the water was rubbed away from dark eyes and he could see, it didn't take much longer than a second to know he wasn't in New York. Hell, he wasn't anywhere that he ever remembered visiting and John had been to a lot of places. Nothing was right; his clothes, the backpack on his back, even the device on his wrist made no sense.

Once he got himself out of the fountain, he felt the sting of open cuts on his face and then the white-hot pain radiating from low down on his torso as well as the knife wound on his upper thigh courtesy of Cassian. He needed some bandages, maybe a suture kit and one of these places had to have one. So he limped his way over and peered through doors until he found what looked like a clinic, with no one around. Or so it seemed. In fact, he hadn't seen anyone yet.

John moved quickly, rummaging for only a short minute before finding gauze, tape and a number of suture kits so he grabbed what he needed and glanced down where at the hand he had pressed to his side, blood and water seeped between his fingers. He knew they needed to be dealt with now so he dropped the bag slung over his shoulder onto the floor and started peeling the wet scrub shirt off.


[ Inn, Here and There ]

He was told if there was an empty house it was free to take, so when he did, John spent the first day trying to make sense out of what was going on. Getting plucked by someone or something and brought to a completely different universe than his own sounded batshit crazy. But no one had tried coming at him and he didn't feel eyes or any other threat, so to anyone noticing the new guy, he was taking this all rather well. Even without the lack of answers to the questions that apparently everyone asked when they arrived.

Perhaps someone needed to make up a brochure then.

After sleeping a little bit, he inspected the bag a little more thoroughly, as well as the device before heading out toward the inn where he was told there was some food.
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[personal profile] treadswater
WHO: Annie Cresta
WHERE: The Inn, South and North Villages, and surrounds
WHEN: 25th January - ?
OPEN TO: All OMS opted-out characters
WARNINGS: Warnings in subject lines as needed
NOTES: Feel free to make your own OTAs or closed threads dealing with the plot here!


While it seems as if most of the villagers have vanished off to the shrine, there are still those left behind. Not only the villagers, but also the animals - the pets, companions, farm animals, and animals starting to be tamed. They still need care and attention, no matter what shenanigans the Observers are up to. Not to mention, the other chores and duties. Not to mention, dealing with the sudden vanishing of so many people.

It takes at least three days for the first of the vanished villagers to return: there's a lot to do in the meantime.
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[personal profile] valdyr
WHO: Ubbe Ragnarsson
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Around the south village, probably the greenhouse, too.
WHEN: Week of January 18th - 22nd
OPEN TO: Arrival closed to Margaery - OTA after that
WARNINGS: Narrative of a drowning


Arrival, Fountain; Locked to Margaery Tyrell

Ubbe can't remember when things started feeling different, just that after a hard, uncertain swallow after challenging King Frodo in one to one combat things went pitch black and suddenly time seemed to speed up. Or was it stopping? He couldn't tell. Soon enough, it didn't matter because a memory played out in his mind like it was happening all over again.

Ubbe, Hvitserk.. stop

But they don't and after a few more feet they look back; a crack resonates before they plunge into icy cold water. He sees her face and as she pushes him to the surface, Ubbe's face breaks the surface just as he does in the fountain, letting out a loud gasp while a hand reaches for something. Anything.

Around town/Inn

Being told he's in a different world wasn't completely grasped. It's an impossible notion, more like a dream. Perhaps a trick. Yes, a trick. But by who? The gods? Was this something Loki, the cunning trickster of the Aesir, was responsible for? Yet, why? And why only him? Where was Torvi and Alfred? Where were the Danes? Where was here?

Ubbe wanders and takes in the structures grouped like the huts in Kattegat. Inside them are as confusing as the outside, with machines that make heat and boxes that contain winter within them. He passes a large see-thru building with plants inside, equally as unsure before entering a Great Hall which looks nothing like one inside. And then the band on his wrist makes a noise and he stares at it.

He's not sure what he's done to upset the gods, but clearly, this is a punishment of some sort.
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[personal profile] nonstopnarcissist
WHO: Tony Stark
WHERE: South Village Forge
WHEN: January 8th
OPEN TO: Smitherns (Thor, Brigitte, Annie Cresta, Siefer), Plus Ones, Passers by, and Friends! Anyone, really, come on down.
WARNINGS: Language, discussion of canon typical violence probably, drinking?



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