Sixth Iteration Logs

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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?

eaglesonofnone

WHO: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
WHERE: House 31
WHEN: The days after returning from OMS
OPEN TO: Any who would want to check on him.
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of violence/fox death, blood, probably some cursing.

It was not, to say the least, the kind of arrival he'd have preferred to make. His own misestimation had caused the wound, his experience being with fighting men instead of foxes with more intellect than any beast he'd ever seen. He still wasn't sure which it was that had caused the wound: the fox's fangs or its claws as he was dealing with one of its comrades, but in the end, it didn't matter. It was a wound that would take some healing, and he'd arrived back in the village with his weight half-taken by another.

He was supposed to stay seated, to let his leg stay still and the healing process begin, but after the first night, two boxes were found in his home - one holding bottles of oil, one of which smelled like home, and the other holding cooking supplies that he had sorely missed. Already, his pot was cooking a good lentil soup and he smelled like himself again.

But Altaïr was perpetually too much of a busybody to let himself sit and rest. His pants needed mending. That meant finding needle and thread. He had a thought in mind for a memorial for the departed that he intended to place in the town hall, and he needed to get a design in mind for it that could be expanded, as unfortunate as the thought was. And of course the soup needed tending. There were too many hours in a day to spend them doing nothing.

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!

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?

( Read more... )

ataashihunter

WHO: The Iron Bull
WHERE: His house, then the inn
WHEN: The day after Dorian disappears
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Sad Bull, heartache

At first when he woke up alone in bed, Bull had thought that Dorian had just gotten up before him and gone to his room. He smiles slightly to himself and gets dressed before he walks down to make breakfast. Though fairly soon it starts to dawn on him that Dorian being gone this long is weird. The first thing he does is to check the weird device on his wrist, and the fact that that is his first thing to do now is an odd option too. He looks through it twice. No Dorian. Then he swallows. Fuck.
Then he types up a quick message to everyone

[Text network @everyone]
Has anyone seen Dorian? He is not at home.

[A few hours later]
The realization that Dorian is gone is enough to knock Bull out of his routine. He hurts. More than he should. He doesn't show up to the patrols and instead heads to the inn to go find something to drink, his own beer is still fermenting, and maybe something to take his mind of things.

ombranera

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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.

loyalrebel

WHO: Malik Al-Sayf
WHERE: Fountain Square, Inn, around the village
WHEN: 12/29
OPEN TO: Fountain: Altaïr, Elsewhere: OTA
WARNINGS: mention of past character death, tbd

( ”Fountain: )

( ”OTA” )

eaglesonofnone

WHO: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
WHERE: Near his home, then the Inn
WHEN: Dec 21
OPEN TO: Initial discovery, Jacob Frye; then OTA
WARNINGS: Blood, death, severe depressive thoughts

( He died thinking you had betrayed him. [For Jacob] )

( Strength, Altaïr. [OTA] )

ombranera

WHO: Zevran Arainai
WHERE: Inn, Fountain Park, Fishmonger
WHEN: December 4th
OPEN TO: OPEN TO ALL
WARNINGS: Mentions of fish gutting and cleaning, Google Translate Abuse (hover over Antivan/Italian for translation), Spicy Storytime will have some sexual content. A lot. Mostly sexual content.

( Galleggiante Come Una Nave )

eaglesonofnone

WHO: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
WHERE: South Village
WHEN: December 3-ish
OPEN TO: One on the path in, anyone afterward.
WARNINGS: Most likely some frank discussion of mental health.

( Flickers of Doubt (Now locked to Shiro.) )

( Regained Confidence )

relentlessness

WHO: Jacob Frye
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Bunker, Around
WHEN: 12/3, first part of the month
OPEN TO: Evie, OTA
WARNINGS: Will update if needed

( To find the gate is open )

rebornpaladin

WHO: Shiro
WHERE: The Hospital
WHEN: 12/1, morning
OPEN TO: Liv the zombie doctor
WARNINGS: Voltron S7 spoilers, otherwise n/a atm

It's the flash of white-blonde hair that catches Shiro's eye, and even though he only spots her for a moment as she ducks into the building Altair had pointed out as the hospital, he knows that has to be the woman from the broadcast on his communicator. He'd watched it, then the conversations that spiraled out from it, and hadn't felt compelled to comment: He didn't know her, had only a vague idea of what a zombie was outside the sort of comics and games Lance and Pidge had liked, and while Shiro couldn't readily imagine any comments he could make that would offend her due to her condition, the fact that she was managing one at all had piqued his interest.

He steps into the building, absently tapping the toe of each boot against the threshold before crossing it, to loose any excess dirt from the treads, then pauses a moment to take the building in.

The hospital. Right.

Like the rest of the village, it's fairly quiet, and he easily follows the light sound of her own footsteps, making sure to step a little heavier as he does and clearing his throat so he doesn't startle her, or give her time to get the impression someone's following her who doesn't want her to notice.

"Excuse me. It's - Liv, isn't it?"

markwatney

WHO: Mark Watney
WHERE: South Village Inn
WHEN: 30 November 2018
OPEN TO: ~~ALL~~ - Closed to new threads
WARNINGS: n/a

I think it's probably fair to say that this past month turned out to be a real doozy, and not necessarily in the sort of ways any of us might have expected.

A lot of people got sick — Very sick — and I was one of them. Truthfully, I've only started feeling 100% these past couple of days, although part of that is on me: I don't do well with being stuck in bed, especially when it's the end of the final growing season of the year and we're looking down the barrel of winter. I'm sure I wasn't the only person pushing myself when I probably shouldn't have, but hey, we're all feeling better now, right? Full steam ahead and all that.

And we're kinda gonna need to be full steam ahead, because the last couple of months have outstripped even our contingency numbers for new arrivals. We've gotten a bunch of new people, and did I mention winter is almost here? Because winter is almost here, and I'm starting to wonder how we're going to keep everybody fed if we maintain this rate of newbies.

A little earlier, I popped into the storehouse, took a gander at Gaius's numbers. Currently I'm seated at one of the tables in the front room of the South Village inn, mouth pressed against my knuckles as I consider notations in a little notebook open in front of me.

We'll make it through regardless; we've done it under worse circumstances before. But if we're going to get ahead of this wave, we've got to do it now. And I can't do it by myself.

I twist my hand away, type out a message on my smart watch:

Impromptu confab on making our food stores stretch for the winter. If you've got time and/or ideas, pop by the inn and see me.

ombranera

WHO: Zevran
WHERE: South Village
WHEN: November 19th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: Excessive abuse of span title tags and google translate, drinking, nudity, some sexual content, adult language, reader discretion is advised

( I'm freezing and losing my way )

rebornpaladin

WHO: Shiro
WHERE: Fountain, South Village. Inn, South Village (same day)
WHEN: Nov 19
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Voltron Season 6. Nothing additional at this time!

( Far away from the memories of the people who care if I live or die )

( I don't know if it's worth it, anymore. )

Sixth Iteration

Logs

Entries tagged with voltron: takashi shirogane

Credits & Style Info

Take Two, Part I

Six | Help Them to Heal

[MINGLE] One-Man Show

[ MINGLE ] FORGE AFTER HOURS

(no subject)

[ LOCKED ] When there's loving in the air

[MINGLE] Auld Lang Sim

Cold Arrival

Five | As I had for her

[ OPEN ] Il Sogno Va Nel Tempo

Three | My Confidence Shaken

Race in the end of the lights

(no subject)

[CLOSED] People are like plants; we all lean toward the light.

[ OPEN ] Someone screaming like their world might explode

This Ship is Taking Me Far Away