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revivalproject2020-04-03 09:29 am
trpmods) wrote in revivalproject2020-04-03 09:29 am
Whale Comb Home Party! (Open to all players)
WHO: All He Rows!
WHERE: The Amphitheater (Blue 1)
WHAT: The Agrii have thrown our heroes a Whale Comb Home party; you can also choose to use this as a forum for discussing theories and more.
WHEN: April 2
WARNINGS: Please mark any warnings in individual threads
On April 2, as soon as the light starts rising in the morning, you hear music. It’s loud and odd. The notes don’t actually make a lot of sense together; they slide up and down and alternate wildly. It’s the sort of symphony a child at a piano might make except with a cacophony of instruments. It fills the air with cheery, disjointed music as it floats out from the amphitheater, beckoning you there but, this time, not at all compelling.
On your comm you will see a message from Ga Re:
He Rows,
We whale comb you here a gain. Agrii have food at mew sick home. Go with mew sick. Part tea for all. Also learn time. Agrii need learn storm. Us need learn all he rows learn. Us hear all. Talk at mew sick home. We learn. You learn. All learn and stop storms!
Thank all yous.
- Ga Re
If you choose to enter the amphitheater, heroes who arrived in the first wave might recognize the scene:
Hanging against one crumbling wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB HOME!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. The Agrii version of a smiley face that you've come to know and love is painted underneath it right on the wall. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it. Scattered through the wide space are tables upon tables of food.
There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Characters with the Agriculture expertise - and those who have attended one of these parties before - will know that everything is edible and nothing will make you sick. But some of it might have … adverse effects:
- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.
Enjoy your party, heroes. But also heed what Ga Re said: This is an ideal time to talk with one another and compare whatever you’ve managed to learn. Think of it like a town hall where whatever you learned on Risa or in the storm can be spread around and analyzed.
WHERE: The Amphitheater (Blue 1)
WHAT: The Agrii have thrown our heroes a Whale Comb Home party; you can also choose to use this as a forum for discussing theories and more.
WHEN: April 2
WARNINGS: Please mark any warnings in individual threads
On April 2, as soon as the light starts rising in the morning, you hear music. It’s loud and odd. The notes don’t actually make a lot of sense together; they slide up and down and alternate wildly. It’s the sort of symphony a child at a piano might make except with a cacophony of instruments. It fills the air with cheery, disjointed music as it floats out from the amphitheater, beckoning you there but, this time, not at all compelling.
On your comm you will see a message from Ga Re:
He Rows,
We whale comb you here a gain. Agrii have food at mew sick home. Go with mew sick. Part tea for all. Also learn time. Agrii need learn storm. Us need learn all he rows learn. Us hear all. Talk at mew sick home. We learn. You learn. All learn and stop storms!
Thank all yous.
- Ga Re
If you choose to enter the amphitheater, heroes who arrived in the first wave might recognize the scene:
Hanging against one crumbling wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB HOME!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. The Agrii version of a smiley face that you've come to know and love is painted underneath it right on the wall. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it. Scattered through the wide space are tables upon tables of food.
There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Characters with the Agriculture expertise - and those who have attended one of these parties before - will know that everything is edible and nothing will make you sick. But some of it might have … adverse effects:
- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.
Enjoy your party, heroes. But also heed what Ga Re said: This is an ideal time to talk with one another and compare whatever you’ve managed to learn. Think of it like a town hall where whatever you learned on Risa or in the storm can be spread around and analyzed.
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Still, there might be other things the guy could do. Tommy thinks and considers.
"We can get paper. You could write down the information from the datapoints. That could be useful."
As for the rest, he tilts his head and considers.
"Yeah, I'm a Superhero, but not every mutant is."
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It may be true that he feels out of his field entirely and without much practical use, but that doesn't mean he won't find himself something to do. Though he would have hoped that this superhero would be able to take the hint and adopt that idea for himself. But apparently... Well. Jon is getting a feeling that he knows why he's never been able to get into comic books.
WAIT! I recognize that art. You're who zee was making those for? Super cool!
Wait, there was a library? Tommy's eyes go wide. Books. Something he can handle at his own rate.
"The library lending out books? Can I use some books? What sorta stuff is written in there?"
Please, help. He's bored. There has to be SOMETHING he can do when he's not working the greenhouse.
XD - That's true. And she did a wonderful job on them~
And then there is a pause, something like a lingering sigh as the Archivist casts a vague glance in the direction of the building that at least used to house a library at some point. Haven't people noticed yet...?
"There... Are no books." Here, he shrugs, looking a little resigned about that fact "No books, no paper. In fact, I found no trace of any form of written language at all. The Agrii seem to not have possessed one. Attempting to replicate ours may well be their first attempt at it." At that he gestures towards the banner put up by their alien hosts. By this point crudely corrected with red marker by a certain Archivist earlier that evening.
At least he has gotten past being positively aggravated by that music.
"The best I encountered were a few pictographs, but aside from that." He shakes his head "You can enter the library, but all you will find are shards of broken glass and the remains of what may have been miniature versions of those data points. I plan to change that."
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"This place is going to drive me mad with nothing to do. The greenhouse is only so fucking interesting."
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Tommy's hands move quickly, trying to encompass the feeling. The feeling that there isn't much he can say. That it's almost impossible to express how he feels. And those hands are quick, hard for the eye to follow. Good thing he isn't moving nearly as fast as he can.
"My mind is fast, proportional to my speed. There isn't enough to keep my brain occupied."
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"Maybe it is you who should start writing." The Archivist muses with a faint shrug "Digitally. No need to break pens and tear paper."
For a short moment Jon pauses, then adds: "It doesn't need to be personal. Just write down everything you know about your world and be as thorough as possible. If we want to create a library, we might as well start by filling it with information about our worlds."
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"Yeah, no one is going to want to read what I put down on paper. It'll be garbled and all over the place and really, you'd be better off asking Billy or Teddy. They're the ones that, you know, know stuff."
Most of what Tommy would write would be bitching or about his favorite foods or shit like that. No one wants to hear the strange perspective on life that came from his experiences and world travels.
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"That's why I said to type it down digitally. And I think I would like to see your take on it. We all see and experience our respective worlds differently. Consider it a challenge."
To be fair, he has recorded all sorts of statements that ramble on pointlessly for a while. And he has listened to the recordings made by his assistants while he wasn't in the Archives. Those were... Dreadful.
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But challenges are a thing. And he can accept that. But... not now. He's not ready. He hasn't come to terms with himself yet.
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So he shrugs and turns to walk elsewhere. Probably just go outside.
"Just take your time, then. Consider it. We may be here for a while."
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"Dude, there are way better stories than mine. And people who are better to tell them. Like you. What's your story?"
Because now he's curious. Who is this guy to expect that much of Tommy and not give something in return?
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"Well. I grew up, went to school, got a job at the Magnus Institute and worked there for four years as a researcher before being transferred to the archives to take over from the previous head archivist. That's what I've been doing for these past two years: Recording statements and sorting disorganized files." And he finishes with a shrug.
Overall? That's more information than what Tommy has given him so far. Which comes down to his name, being a mutant and being fast. Oh. And reducing himself to his superhero powers, of course.
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That's impossible. And yet here he was.
"I... Oh. Uh, okay. I mean. I never even finished school, between juvie and accidentally blowing up part of my high school and all that shit."
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"...and you tell me you wouldn't have a compelling story to tell." Shaking his head, he sighs "Look. I spent most of my time growing up reading whatever cheap books my grandmother could find as that was the one way she found to keep me from wandering off and getting into trouble. Usually by annoying strangers with excessive questions. School kept me busy with studying and by going into research I kept doing just that. It's not the most fascinating life story, I suppose. I still do plan to leave an account of my Earth in the library. For reference. Once I figured out the details."
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"I didn't have access to books when I was growing up, so i was hoping to try for a change. Because, you know, it can move at my speeds if I'm careful. The digital stuff can only scroll and load so fast."
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Shaking his head, he takes two steps back, swallowing hard.
"No. Don't tell me that. Don't tell me... Ever. I-it's not..."
Cutting himself off, Jon closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. A breath he still isn't sure he still needs or if it's just an old habit.
"I- ah... Books, right? Let's stay with books." Not dangerous books. Just good, old, regular books...
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So satisfying when people aren’t, like, stupid about stuff.
“Welcome to our personal mess, though. Stay safe. And if you are ever in the greenhouse let me know. I can show you around.”
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It's a lie, of course. A lie for everyone's sake but his own. There's nothing like getting a life report. A life statement. Being given a dream... And the knowledge that he has turned away just that, that he actively refused some likely dreadful knowledge... It burns in a particular way.
But in the end it's the only sound, the only still remotely human decision he can make.
And so the Archivist simply nods a short thanks, and leaves.