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revivalproject2022-05-09 12:47 am
trpmods) wrote in revivalproject2022-05-09 12:47 am
Entry tags:
- +: event,
- +: event: calibrations,
- destiny: cayde-6,
- detroit become human: york stark,
- ffvii: reeve tuesti (crau),
- ffxv: gladiolus amicitia (au),
- marvel comics: billy kaplan,
- marvel comics: tommy shepherd,
- she-ra: catra,
- star wars: cal kestis,
- †: arcane: viktor,
- †: destiny: lord felwinter,
- †: dragon age: lerith,
- †: durarara!!: celty sturluson,
- †: marvel comics: lauri-ell,
- †: marvel comics: tony stark,
- †: mcu: james buchanan barnes,
- †: mcu: quentin beck,
- †: star wars: ct-1409 echo,
- †: star wars: merrin,
- †: star wars: omega
[Event] Calibrations Waiting Room Mingle
WHO: ALL HE ROWS PRESENT
WHERE: Calibrations Area
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: May 9th to June 10th
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings
NOTES: If you have any questions, please go Here
For those who followed the visions there is little more to do before and after the dreaming times but wait. At least there is some modicum of comfort offered to those who have found themselves trapped here. From the moment one steps through the door there is no going back, the doors people entered through sealed beyond any hope of opening. And by some twist of fate (or design), it's not possible to be by the door when another He Row arrives, something always calls any waiting away, until at last the door doesn't open anymore.
Some might find the area familiar, having haunted these halls before. Upon entry one walks down a large hallway before it opens into an even larger waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the shuttles, save that it lacks any Red Fruit Drink. It's a shame, actually, the alcohol might help you get through things, and since there was no warning this time, the dispensers are the only source of food available. But at least there is enough for everyone. Yay!
There are also communal bathrooms - one men and one for women though nothing would stop a person from using whichever they desire - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers. All of the dispensers put out a liquid that smells like Italian dressing for some reason. The water in the showers is only ever cold or scalding, with nothing in between. Pick your poison.
Branching off the main waiting room are hallways that lead to the bedrooms. Each one has a name on it but there is nothing requiring you to use that one. Anyone can enter any room or share with someone else. Each room has a simple bed (approximately queen-sized) and a set of drawers. There is one white jumpsuit in your size in the drawer and a pair of canvas shoes. You can wear them or ignore them as you like.
Some power out there seems to have pity on the heroes too, accounting for the possible boredom that comes with the downtime. While no one may have been able to bring things in with them even if they had them in hand upon approaching, a need for entertainment for those long hours between dreams has been realized. A set of shelves can be found in the waiting room, covered in various boxes and containers. Each is labeled with brightly colored pictures of people seeming to have fun with a game, and the boxes clearly represent all sorts of species, even those that have never been present on Temba to your knowledge.
The complication is that none of the games are written in any language anyone knows, and even the Communications datapoint seems unable to translate. Good news, all the games seem to have all of their pieces, even the single large puzzle that is both solid gray and yet causes a headache when looking at it for more than ten seconds (damn those alternate light spectrum puzzles). Perhaps people can figure out the rules on their own, or make their own games from the pieces. There’s even paper and some sort of pen that only writes on that paper specifically, so maybe some pictionary? Or, if you’re really desperate and okay with fights breaking out, there seems to be a full set of Monopoly Longest Game Ever. Okay, so on second thought, maybe that power out there doesn’t have pity, but is malicious and wants to show you that people truly are driven to strife.
You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. But about every 16 hours, all people suddenly feel a compulsion to sleep. Once this starts, you can’t fight it off. You find yourself going into your room for bed or wherever else you feel like you’d prefer to sleep. And then, inevitably, you close your eyes and dream.
WHERE: Calibrations Area
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: May 9th to June 10th
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings
NOTES: If you have any questions, please go Here
For those who followed the visions there is little more to do before and after the dreaming times but wait. At least there is some modicum of comfort offered to those who have found themselves trapped here. From the moment one steps through the door there is no going back, the doors people entered through sealed beyond any hope of opening. And by some twist of fate (or design), it's not possible to be by the door when another He Row arrives, something always calls any waiting away, until at last the door doesn't open anymore.
Some might find the area familiar, having haunted these halls before. Upon entry one walks down a large hallway before it opens into an even larger waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the shuttles, save that it lacks any Red Fruit Drink. It's a shame, actually, the alcohol might help you get through things, and since there was no warning this time, the dispensers are the only source of food available. But at least there is enough for everyone. Yay!
There are also communal bathrooms - one men and one for women though nothing would stop a person from using whichever they desire - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers. All of the dispensers put out a liquid that smells like Italian dressing for some reason. The water in the showers is only ever cold or scalding, with nothing in between. Pick your poison.
Branching off the main waiting room are hallways that lead to the bedrooms. Each one has a name on it but there is nothing requiring you to use that one. Anyone can enter any room or share with someone else. Each room has a simple bed (approximately queen-sized) and a set of drawers. There is one white jumpsuit in your size in the drawer and a pair of canvas shoes. You can wear them or ignore them as you like.
Some power out there seems to have pity on the heroes too, accounting for the possible boredom that comes with the downtime. While no one may have been able to bring things in with them even if they had them in hand upon approaching, a need for entertainment for those long hours between dreams has been realized. A set of shelves can be found in the waiting room, covered in various boxes and containers. Each is labeled with brightly colored pictures of people seeming to have fun with a game, and the boxes clearly represent all sorts of species, even those that have never been present on Temba to your knowledge.
The complication is that none of the games are written in any language anyone knows, and even the Communications datapoint seems unable to translate. Good news, all the games seem to have all of their pieces, even the single large puzzle that is both solid gray and yet causes a headache when looking at it for more than ten seconds (damn those alternate light spectrum puzzles). Perhaps people can figure out the rules on their own, or make their own games from the pieces. There’s even paper and some sort of pen that only writes on that paper specifically, so maybe some pictionary? Or, if you’re really desperate and okay with fights breaking out, there seems to be a full set of Monopoly Longest Game Ever. Okay, so on second thought, maybe that power out there doesn’t have pity, but is malicious and wants to show you that people truly are driven to strife.
You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. But about every 16 hours, all people suddenly feel a compulsion to sleep. Once this starts, you can’t fight it off. You find yourself going into your room for bed or wherever else you feel like you’d prefer to sleep. And then, inevitably, you close your eyes and dream.
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"Yes, it is. Thank you. It looks very good. Do you think we can make layers?"
That would be nice, if they could.
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'make circle with triangles' He writes and it's difficult to read with how hasty it's written.
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"you are far more talented than I am. This is exciting to watch."
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This time, the words are written on the table for Lauri-Ell to read. 'learn to do things when I was a slave to pass time when I couldn’t sleep or actually didn’t have something to do. Had to be creative and fast when I escaped too'
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"You are lucky to have escaped. Here, we will shelter you."
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'i am still skittish but no one heree has been awful. i like it here. hoping i don't go back a little'
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"Then I hope you can stay. That you can be here and be safe."
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'it is safer here for me than thedas. escaped slave and the village i was at attacked by a dragon'
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He tried to gesture with his hands, knowing that there wasn't enough armspan for it. Clearly, if it had been bigger than the hotel and diner. Lerith settled as he closed the little circle he had been making with the cards.
'does your world come with dragons?
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"I do not know. Not any kree worlds, but that doesn't mean they don't exist on other worlds. But there are space dragons. They are far larger than cities."
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'space dragons? first ships can go in there now dragons? that is impressive and terrifying.' His eyes are wide with fear just thinking about it. Did that mean they could set planets on fire? He suddenly hoped there weren't space dragons beyond Thedas' sky. He wasn't sure if even the Inquisitor could save them from that.
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And good that they should, for they need to be sustained by something.
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'didn't know you could drink light from stars! or even go to space! theyre probably terrifying but they sound incredible!'
He stretches his arms above his head, grimacing at some joints pop. 'when do card towers and circles end? it is a game, right?' So that meant there had to be a winning objective, like Wicked Grace right?
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But yes, they are also very terrifying. But they barely notice smaller creatures, so it's fine. Probably.
"It wasn't a game. It was just to pass the time. An art project?"
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'i should go take a nap. i am... tired. it's strange.'
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"Go, rest. I shall carefully convey these to my room so they may dry. I am tired to, do it would be fitting to rest once they are secured."
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He gives a nod and a wave before heading to his room. The bed was comfortable and welcoming as he slipped under the blanket and drifted into an easy sleep.
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