+ an eventual
mystery guest star Location:
island + new areaTime:
all week starting mondayStyle:
open - threadhop & theadjack away[ after the kicked up damage wrought by yami in the south forest quadrant settles down and becomes surveyable by monday, characters are in for a little— or, well, a big surprise that is the secret research facility. the entrance of it is easy enough to find, thanks to the destruction— although a lot of the research facility itself is destroyed as well. the power still works, at least! although whatever network it had seemingly been hooked up to is currently (and likely permanently) offline.
near the ENTRANCE of the facility, characters will likely find a very large chart on one of the walls— it resembles a map with handwritten annotations and will undoubtedly prove useful in further exploration. there's nothing else interesting near the entrance, sans for a few empty desks and a trash bin full of what appears to be torn up employee information of some sort. the other areas that can be found will be as follows:
↪ pretty self-explanatory, although they are extremely minimalistic and completely abandoned. it's likely that the scientists made use of these— some of the beds seem a bit unkempt, as though they were recently used; whereas some rooms have full garbage bins with various papers. many of them are unuseful or flat-out irrelevant, others appear to be outdated schedule data— the dates on most of the papers seem to be from a little over a year ago. basically, the bins are filled with what they were made for— trash.
↪ deeper into the facility, it's obvious that quite a lot of research had been being conducted within— multiple rooms seem to be arranged for just that purpose. most of the rooms are empty or have a lot of strewn tools within them as though they were emptied in a hurry. although one room in particular was left as it was; it's both locked and blocked off though, and might take a little force in order to get into. once inside, a completely white room will be found that might feel familiar to people who had been directly involved in a strange event that had happened quite a while ago... the room is slightly less white than any "experiments" might remember, however. in fact, there seems to be quite a bit of dried blood about the place. the blood can be found on nearly everything in the room— the table accompanied with surgical tools, the cabinet filled with both syringes and old vials of a blue fluid, and a prominent list visible on one of the walls.
↪ one lab in particular found further within the facility appears to be bigger and better than all the others— it's also the only lab with a multitude of computers. due to the power being on, computers will be responsive— although because whatever network they once runned on is no longer online, the only data accessible is offline data found within any harddrives or memory devices.
and there is plenty of that. however, any data found is heavily encrypted and unlike anything ever seen before, so even a normally excellent hacker will have a problem getting past the security walls; and the only file that can be opened immediately seems to make no sense whatsoever:
furthermore, nearly everything resembling paper evidence has been torn or shredded, as evident by the completely empty and ajar file cabinets— not to mention the fact that there are plenty of scraps of unreadable paper strewn across some parts of the floor.
↪ in the deepest part of the lab is a peculair hallway that seems to drop downward— which is curious, since the facility is located so closely on the edge of the island itself. although everything becomes clear should one reach the room near the end of the lowering hallway— a majority of the equipment is damaged, but it is indeed a submarine exit of some sort. could this be how all of the scientists left so suddenly..? in fact, most of the submarines are missing— sans for one, but it's quite old and probably nonfunctional in its current state. you're fully allowed to try and fix it, but it will take both a team of people and several weeks.
↪ also in the deeper part of the facility, although closer to the main lab than the submarine exit, is a completely closed off area— mechanical doors and a digital lock that seems to be online block all from entering. the door seems to open automatically for a keycard, but there's also an emergency override function— that activates via a password. blinking in an almost mocking fashion, it prompts you:
enter password: |
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Characters: Ioder, Open to anyone who wants to bother him
Where: The Plaza
Style: Prose or action, good for anything!
[There was someone in the plaza today that, unless you knew who he was, seemed to really just blend in with the rest of the people milling about. Blonde, unassuming, in a brown jacket and white button down with nothing that really stood out about him.
Except maybe his expression. He seemed distantly upset, staring at some place far away from where he sat, something obviously weighing on his shoulders and bothering him more than usual.
Would anyone care to ask what's on the young emperor's mind?]
Who: Shelly and anyone
Where: Lower District → Middle District
[Early in the afternoon, Shelly heads down to the lower district as a continuation of a long due exploration. While she's at it, perhaps she can see how effective products from the Nostalgia Nook are. Given the epidemic a while back, how about, say, a panacea for a test run?
The Great Lamufao has other things in mind, apparently, and Shelly stares long and hard at what she just accidentally spent her tokens on.]
. . . You're kidding me. You're giving me that?
[So Shelly returns to the Middle District with a whole new(?) pancreas of her own. Some deity, couldn't it have given it to her in a jar or something? She's going to need new gloves -- not to mention the smell.
But not now. Not when she looks out and one modest building catches her eyes. Peering over the potted plants through the window, she hums.]
A salon . . .
Who: Rinoa and Selphie
Where: Selphie's favorite bar
When: Late evening/night
[Once both girls were recovered and over their "illnesses", it had been decided that Rinoa needed to get properly drunk, aka get drunk while still in control of herself and with a friend. Perched on a stool at the bar, Rinoa has a margarita in hand (she's been avoiding wine since the curse) and she motions to Selphie with it.]
Okay, okay, I concede. You were right. This was a good idea.
((OOC: Feel free to join in with them and have drinks!))
Characters: Matthew, Saya and you!
Location: Center Plaza
Time: Alll day
Status: Open open! You can get Matthew, Saya or probably both!
If you wander past the plaza at all today, you will find something a little funny about it.
And by a little, I mean a lot.
For you will see Matthew and Saya piecing together what seems to be...a gingerbread village. Wait, no, that's not entirely right.
It appears to be a gingerbread model of Vatheon (not quite to scale); stray pieces of gingerbread and cartons of frosting lie scattered around, even as Matthew lies on his stomach and carefully puts a roof onto one of the apartments.
What do you mean they're out of season? These two certainly don't seem to care.]
Hey, Saya, can you hand me the blue frosting?
Who: Rue & Matthew
Style: WE'LL ALWAYS BE TOGE-- I mean, uh, first.
Status: Closed kalsjds (going to make an open post for her one day, I swear guys)
[Rue's isn't all that worried about the state of Vatheon as it is at the moment. She's used to fairytale settings (although this is considerably different from Gold Crown); and judging by her light browsing through the SFC network, people are already working to correct things, so she finds herself without any need to lift a finger.
She has far more pressing matters on her mind, as she walks through the city; and she's got her SFC in her hand, wondering where his name went.
He hadnt been in his room either, and she thinks she should probably tell Ahiru.
She finds herself staring at her name too, however, and...simply doesn't hit the call button. Not yet.]
Who: Billy & Matthew
Location: Somewhere on the streets
Style: Cal chooses ♥
because shhh on hiatus
You know, I'm almost a little surprised that you didn't just pop out of nowhere and give me a heart attack.
[Aka hi Matthew, what a pleasant (or something) surprise, running into you like this—]
Who: Ivy, Calvin, and everyone!
Where: The Plaza
When: January 26
Now wasn't the time to be sleeping. There was a sense of urgency in that thought but Ivy didn't immediately stir or open her eyes; she knew she should be up but she couldn't recall exactly why. The why was important. Ivy's brow furrowed over her closed eyes as she tried to remember. It seemed to her that her mind was moving like molasses, but it was slowly coming to her. Something about Rocky--big surprise there. That cat made everything seem urgent. Ivy got the sense that it was because of Rocky beating his gums, but this wasn't particularly revealing either.
Whatever had happened, it had ended with them being in a pickle. Ivy should have known better than to go with him...wherever it was they'd gone, but Viktor's rejection had stung--yes, she remembered that--and she'd wanted to get up to her knees in things.
Ivy's eyes flew open as the blank spots filled in, but the disorientation of her surroundings made her see mental spots. Thoughts about Rocky and the corn field and nearly being run down vanished as she realized that this was not where she'd been. It was not anywhere she'd been.
Ivy rolled onto her side, barely comprehending this strange area, but the figure beside her pushed these thoughts back as well. There was no mistaking this person for Rocky, the coloring was all wrong. In fact, it looked a lot like--
"Freckle! How'd you get here?" For that matter, how'd she get here?
, a horse, and you.Where:
Just about anywhere; the LakeWhen:
When Mitsuhide had told Yukimura he could train a horse to allow him to ride as he usually did, he took that to heart. Nearly every morning since he had been working with a stallion nearly as excitable as he was, chatting excitedly to it as he taught the horse with surprising patience.
Now his hard work was paying off.
If you hear the sound of pounding hooves, you may wish to get out of the way.
Yukimura was crouched
on the back of the stallion, one foot sideways and the other placed squarely between the beast's shoulder blades. He held his hands at his sides, missing the feel of his spears in his hands, as they cantered through any space big enough and empty enough for an excitable horse and his master to pass through.
If one were to follow them, eventually they would find a laughing Yukimura near the lake, brushing the sweat off the equine's body as it drank its fill.