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[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: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings
NOTES: If you have any questions, please go Here
An Agrii, or what may have been an Agrii, led you here, and now you can't get out. From the moment one steps through the door into Calibrations there is no going back. Luck, good or bad, even prevents people from being in the entrance way when another He Row arrives, meaning there's no slipping out to be hoped for. This is because Calibrations at their core keep you from going out and seeing the world, keep you from doing much but exploring the space and interacting with your fellow trapped He Rows. This wouldn't be much of a problem if there was a lot to do in the lengthy hours between the compulsion to sleep. At least there is some modicum of comfort offered to those who were tricked into this timed trap.
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 ships, 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 likely the only source of food available. There is more than enough to feed everyone, even to the point of being overstuffed at every meal. At least there are those small favors.
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 motor oil for some reason. The water in the showers is pleasantly warm and just perfect for getting clean. Well, it is for good little boys and girls who don't blow up buildings. Given that sort of comfortable temperature hasn't been available in past sessions, it's a real relief.
Branching off of the main waiting room are hallways that lead to a number of bedrooms. The door of each bares a nameplate on it, imprinted with the name of a He Row. Those who are returning here won't find their name plate in the same place it was previously, which might be frustrating in its own right. The doors aren't locked though, and anyone can enter any other room or share with anyone else if they wish to. Each room has a single, simply made queen-sized bed, and a set of drawers. The drawers have a white jumpsuit in the size of the He Row whose name was on the door, as well as a pair of equally white canvas shoes. It's kind of your captors to offer you clothes, and for a change there will be new ones available to you this time through, replacements appearing once every week. You can wear them or ignore them as you like.
Greater pity has been offered this time than before for the He Rows, offering a variety of things to do in the downtime. Given most of what He Rows may have been able to grab and bring with them for their 'escape' may not be much good for entertainment, it's helpful to have even the little things. Shelves are available in the large waiting room, filled with boxes and containers. There are pictures on each box, brightly colored and then defaced with Agrii smilie art, showing all sorts of aliens having fun with games.
Sadly the games are not written in a language anyone knows. Luckily the Communications datapoint is working right this time, and it's possible to translate the instructions for a change, letting people play things with all the fun you need. Unfortunately this year there are pieces missing. Because of course nothing can ever be easy. The only thing that is fully intact is that solid gray puzzle and of course, Monopoly Longest Game Ever. There's even paper and pencils and crayons! It's like the Calibrations area was upgraded just for you!
In fact, you don't have to rely on just the board games to keep you occupied this year. In addition to them, the food, getting to know each other, and probably building forts out of all the beds, there's one big plus offered to everyone: arts and crafts! That paper and those crayons aren't the only thing. There's containers of water based paint, there are brushes and canvases, there's even clay for modeling and glue for pasting paper together if you decide to cut some up. No scissors or knives though. But maybe you can spend some time beautifying your mostly white surroundings. Or maybe committing some graffiti in your frustration. Anything to pass the time.
You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. But about every twenty-two 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: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings
NOTES: If you have any questions, please go Here
An Agrii, or what may have been an Agrii, led you here, and now you can't get out. From the moment one steps through the door into Calibrations there is no going back. Luck, good or bad, even prevents people from being in the entrance way when another He Row arrives, meaning there's no slipping out to be hoped for. This is because Calibrations at their core keep you from going out and seeing the world, keep you from doing much but exploring the space and interacting with your fellow trapped He Rows. This wouldn't be much of a problem if there was a lot to do in the lengthy hours between the compulsion to sleep. At least there is some modicum of comfort offered to those who were tricked into this timed trap.
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 ships, 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 likely the only source of food available. There is more than enough to feed everyone, even to the point of being overstuffed at every meal. At least there are those small favors.
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 motor oil for some reason. The water in the showers is pleasantly warm and just perfect for getting clean. Well, it is for good little boys and girls who don't blow up buildings. Given that sort of comfortable temperature hasn't been available in past sessions, it's a real relief.
Branching off of the main waiting room are hallways that lead to a number of bedrooms. The door of each bares a nameplate on it, imprinted with the name of a He Row. Those who are returning here won't find their name plate in the same place it was previously, which might be frustrating in its own right. The doors aren't locked though, and anyone can enter any other room or share with anyone else if they wish to. Each room has a single, simply made queen-sized bed, and a set of drawers. The drawers have a white jumpsuit in the size of the He Row whose name was on the door, as well as a pair of equally white canvas shoes. It's kind of your captors to offer you clothes, and for a change there will be new ones available to you this time through, replacements appearing once every week. You can wear them or ignore them as you like.
Greater pity has been offered this time than before for the He Rows, offering a variety of things to do in the downtime. Given most of what He Rows may have been able to grab and bring with them for their 'escape' may not be much good for entertainment, it's helpful to have even the little things. Shelves are available in the large waiting room, filled with boxes and containers. There are pictures on each box, brightly colored and then defaced with Agrii smilie art, showing all sorts of aliens having fun with games.
Sadly the games are not written in a language anyone knows. Luckily the Communications datapoint is working right this time, and it's possible to translate the instructions for a change, letting people play things with all the fun you need. Unfortunately this year there are pieces missing. Because of course nothing can ever be easy. The only thing that is fully intact is that solid gray puzzle and of course, Monopoly Longest Game Ever. There's even paper and pencils and crayons! It's like the Calibrations area was upgraded just for you!
In fact, you don't have to rely on just the board games to keep you occupied this year. In addition to them, the food, getting to know each other, and probably building forts out of all the beds, there's one big plus offered to everyone: arts and crafts! That paper and those crayons aren't the only thing. There's containers of water based paint, there are brushes and canvases, there's even clay for modeling and glue for pasting paper together if you decide to cut some up. No scissors or knives though. But maybe you can spend some time beautifying your mostly white surroundings. Or maybe committing some graffiti in your frustration. Anything to pass the time.
You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. But about every twenty-two 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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"Yeah, great city I've been brought to. Fucking...piece...of shit... aliens." The last sentence punctuated with him tearing the dresser apart section by section using leverage from his hands and feet. "The fuck is wrong with your bed? I'm not like that, so I'm not sharing anything of mine," because of course he takes what Tommy says the wrong way entirely.
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Though what gets him is...
"Not 'like that'? And just what does that mean?"
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He picks up one of the longer pieces, holding it like a weapon. And it feels like one, the way he holds it out threateningly towards Tommy. "I don't share with fairies, you got that?"
Just because Tae seemed to hint at people being in same-sex partnerships didn't mean anything for Billy. He wasn't one of them. Billy pulls the board back and snaps it in two, throwing it with the rest of the debris.
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"You know, given I know I didn't say anything to indicate that I'm into guys, and I haven't hit on you, that's an interesting thing to call me. Usually you only get that sorta jumping to conclusions from guys that are dealing with their own feelings."
Putting aside the ones who just assume that of all guys they don't know, or the ones who see him with his boyfriend. Because Tommy knows he doesn't 'look' gay.
"And it's so bold of you to assume I'd want a piece of you. Literally, what would you even bring to the table?"
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A flimsy shield, really.
He straightens up and indicates the pile of wood. "Strength for starters. Since you can't crack open the dresser on your own. Mechanic, I work on my own car. CPR training and a don't give a shit attitude," even if he clearly did give a shit about certain things.
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"The second we're out of calibrations I go back to being stronger than you," Tommy says, happy to list out counter points. "I don't need car repairs because I can break the land speed record for a vehicle while running backwards and dozing, I'm literally a super hero who spends part of his free time rescuing people from natural disasters so I know CPR and other things, and..."
Here he smiles, his best million dollar smile.
"Not only did I grow out of faking a 'don't give a shit' attitude when I was seventeen, I also found the sex is a fuck Tom better when parties give a shit. Not even love or anything, just giving enough of a shit to rock another person's world. Which, again, I have the most unfair advantages with in the world."
This dude is all bristle and spines isn't he? Like so many people when they show up here.
"But like you said, you're straight as hell. So none of that matters. You did save me having to seek out Scruffy though. If he's even here. Probably not. That old assassin is good at avoiding this. But I know Mopey Muscles is around somewhere."
Probably cuddling with Noctipus actually. But Tommy shrugs and sits back down on his bed.
"Word to the wise? If you're the sort that is going to start fights with guys over them being any flavor of not straight, grow out of that fast. Because they have no reason to not kick your ass if you start shit. And let's be honest here, you may be a little easy on the eyes, but no one here is going to force that shit on you. So take a deep breath and get that yes, I wanted the help, but the point of this wasn't a pissing contest. It was to give you something to break, because clearly the art therapy wasn't cutting it."
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He huffs like an angry bull, but gets back to work at the last bit of dresser he hasn't smashed down yet. "Noted and ignored. I'll do whatever the hell I want, thanks. If they want to get their ass beat because I have an opinion, I'll send them back to those bitches in the hospital." One of the broken chunks he's got in his hand gets thrown at Tommy, as if cementing that threat.
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Still, he dodges the thrown piece of wood.
"Oh, I doubt you'd even be able to send some of them there. Muscles looks like he can bench press you, Noctipus can teleport, Jon is a fucking eldritch beast and that's coming from me with the demon soul. Don't get your pretty teeth knocked out."
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But that's fine with him.
Reaching to grab it, he instead diverts to grabbing Tommy by the shirt to hold the little shit in place. There's so many things he could say, so many little one liners or quips but he doesn't. This little prick is a splinter under his skin and Billy is not having it anymore. So his free hand moves to clock Tommy hard in the face, not really caring where he aims. There's a yell to accompany it and he's debating if he should go for a second strike.
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"Fuck," he hissed in pain as his head snaps to the side. "You hit like my dad. But you've got better hair, Chuckles."
Yeah. Super heroes snark, even when hit. Sorry.
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And again. And again.
Then he lets go, finally snagging the bit of wood he had come over to apparently grab.
"Thanks for the art therapy. Red looks good on you," comes his own snark, tossing the piece at Tommy as he backs off from the other at last.
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But it's the only chance he gets before the next blows, and yeah, he laughs when those pass too, even if it's bleeding and he's on his way to a shiner.
"Red's my mom's color," he says as he collapses back on his bed. "I'm the green guy."
But fuck he's sore.
"Just think about what I said. No reason to be fucking enemies, dipshit. We're all just as trapped as you."
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"You'll be the purple one in a few minutes. I don't give a shit about what you said or if you don't want to be enemies. I don't care. Get someone else to finish your little experiment if you want." He's done here, and leaves Tommy's room with a hard slam of his bedroom door.