Calibrations Waiting Room Mingle

[trpmods]

WHO: ALL HE ROWS
WHERE: The Secret Tunnel, which has become the Calibrations Waiting Room (or was it always...?)
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: June 3 - July 10
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings

For those that have heeded Ga Re's warning, the door within the secret tunnel - which looks suspiciously like the hatch to one of your shuttles - is wide open, waiting for you. You walk through... and the door behind you disappears. You’re now standing in a cavernous, cold, white waiting room. There are hallways leading off the main corridor with names above each. One of them has your name and will draw you toward it, inevitably.

And on the wall, in pink, running letters is written this single greeting:

‘Welcome to Calibrations’.

The secret tunnel has become a large waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the shuttles. There are also communal bathrooms - one for each gender - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers, like you might find in a hotel. The water isn’t hot, so hopefully you don’t mind lukewarm showers. Somehow, at least, it never goes cold.

Branching off the main waiting room room are the labeled hallways. At the end of each short hallway is a door, with the same character’s name written on them. Anyone can enter any room, regardless of the name written on it. Everyone has their own room, though of course people can share. Each room has a simple bed (approximately queen-sized) and a set of drawers.

You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. (And if you do, you can thread it out here!) But every 16 hours, you'll feel a compulsion: You need to sleep. Right now. You find yourself going into your room (or someone else's, if you really want). But you’re drawn to the bed. You can’t help but lie down. And then, you fall asleep.

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Tommy Shepherd

[doubled_speed]

Plant Man OTA
There isn’t a lot to be done in a place like this, and it’s driving Tommy up a WALL. Well, not literally, not yet. But there is one thing. Thirty-six hours had been more than enough for him to bring something for himself to do. Which, in one case, was this. A large box he had filled with rich soil from the ground outside of the main city. Into it he’s working the remains of some fish he’d picked up from the sea but mostly only had a few pieces of left. Doesn’t even explain why he’s doing it, just just running his fingers through and through and through the dark soil.

Twitching OTA
Waiting is the hardest part. People think speedsters aren’t patient because of how much they move and just keep going. Or at least people think that of Tommy. Maybe it comes from the fact that he’s got to occupy himself somehow. Which in this case is with a bouncing leg because he can’t RUN around enough. And maybe there’s a bit of issue in how he also has found a loose pebble, brought it in really, and it flicking it into the air, letting it fall, and catching it at rapid speeds. Hard for the eye to follow. But it’s going anyway. Because at least it’s something to do.

Avoiding Open to anyone listed or CR he hasn’t talked to in a while
The problem with enclosed areas and getting bottled up like this? The people you’ve been avoiding for a while are literally RIGHT THERE. And there’s not a lot of places you can go to get away from them. From Billy and Teddy, from Tony and Jon, from the people he hurt when his own rage had overwhelmed him. Not to mention Hux and a few other people.

Geez, he’s alienated himself but good. But there isn’t much of anywhere to run, and all he can do is freeze when he sees people he’s been avoiding, going stiff as a board. Great. Confrontation, just when he didn’t want it.

Avoiding

[wearingthestars]

As much as Billy's wanted to talk to Tommy, to apologize, to make sure he's all right, even just to have him yell at him if that's what he wants; but he's made himself respect Tommy's avoidance. Every time he was able to find him in the outside world he was gone again just as quick, and while he could use his magic to force it, he allows it.

Which makes this all the more awkward now, enclosed in this space and catching Tommy's eye. He freezes up for a moment too, looking uncertain and guilty before attempting an approach.

"...Can we talk?"

Not-so-Avoiding

[out_of_order]

The anxiety doesn't go missed. It's difficult not to sense all the present emotions when they're all confined to such a space. With everything that had happened so abruptly, Cal hadn't been given much time to think about things regarding Tommy. Certainly he wanted to make sure the speedster was all right, but he'd felt it better to give it some time.

One can only give someone their space for so long, but given that they'd finally managed to broach the subject, if in an unexpected way, Cal decides they may as well try this while they're awake, and most importantly, while BD-1 is here with him.

"Tommy, hey," the padawan greets. At least he shows no signs of the injuries he'd sustained, but Billy had certainly done his part. Behind Cal, BD-1 peers just a little over his shoulder, giving a soft borble in greeting of his own.

Reeve Tuesti - OTA

[plate_builder]

Free Sketches
After the first night, he resolves that he has to do something good. Something nice. Something to make things feel a bit better. Which is why Reeve sits out in the waiting area, a sketch pad open in his lap, pencils next to him.

“Is there anything I can draw for you? Something to liven up the walls? I can do faces, but I’m not sure how good I can do at faces I’ve never seen. But I’ll try.”

Mini Makes Friends
At some point Reeve turns his attention back to his work, either schematics for a robot or diagrams of the city with colors representing water works or power lines buried under the ground, or areas with buildings that are unstable and should be carefully salvaged from. This is a man deep in work, and perhaps hard to rouse out of it. Not impossible of course, if someone calls his name, and they are welcome to. But there’s something very interesting going on instead.

Come close and the stuffed animal, previously pacing and kicking at the ground in all the characteristic behavior of the bored, will looks up at you. They will bounce and swing their hands and maybe even follow you, miming behaviors. Looks like someone wants to play.

Mini-- sort of. I do what I want.

[in_extremis]

Before anyone had fallen asleep for the first time and while the energy was still restless and nervous, Tony carried one of the few personal items that had made it with him down into the tunnel to the communal hall. Spotting the meandering little animal was a relief, but Tony's tone with it was accusatory as he demanded, "What are you wearing?" If Reeve was going to start dressing up his dolls, they could at least look smart. Capes were for brooding magic types, Reeve was leaning in too far. Tony didn't hesitate to crouch down to pick up Mini as well, carrying him against his hip with the promise, "Just a second," knowing when someone needed attention, he was something of an expert, but he was on a mission. He bumped the door to Reeve's room open without any announcement, holding up his package as an excuse for the presumptuous invasion, what should have been a familiar shape wrapped in a slightly greasy rag.

Mini!

[out_of_order]

Mini's not the only one who gets a little restless of the situation. There's really not much to see and do here. Cal isn't too worried about where his little droid friend wanders, so he doesn't call BD-1 back when he goes scampering into the common room ahead of the padawan.

The exploration droid does his usual glance about, taking note of those present. With a tilt of his head, BD-1 beeps curiously as he skitters over to investigate the strange looking creature.

probably the first of a few, but this one is for arrival

[in_extremis]

Tommy had only been partially helpful when Tony had texted him after receiving the message from Ga-re, which wasn't entirely surprising, but did leave Tony frowning with frustration for most of the evacuation period as he made his much slower way around the city. There wasn't much he thought to pack for himself, spending most of his time hawkishly making sure some people he knew couldn't be trusted to work in their own best interests were making their way toward the tunnel, and searching the hospital so Jon didn't have to for any supplies that might be necessary to weather a storm. Plenty of water, anyway, and Jon's canister of tea, but where the fuck were those pills...?

He found himself trapped in the tunnel much earlier than he had intended. This was only supposed to be the first trip, and now he didn't know where he was or how to get back out. Rapidly, he counted the halls, recognizing most of the names, then dropped what he thought was just going to be round one with a pathetic slosh and rattle to the floor. Maybe one of these doors actually led back outside, he wasn't about to assume the logic here. Slowly, Tony made his way around the waiting room, knocking (why was he knocking? It seemed polite, he wouldn't just walk into Billy's room, he was a teenager once) then pushing each of the labeled rooms open.

[wearingthestars]

Tony wasn't the first person Billy was expecting, but after a briefly hopeful look that he was turning to find him brother, he offered Tony a welcoming smile.

"So this is new," he noted, "You doing okay?" Was this a social call, or a doctor call?

[backoff]

Cloud would have made it to the tunnels, via his motorcycle. He would have brought anyone along that would have needed help getting to the tunnels. After that, his bike would have mysterious disappeared once inside. Traveling was made easier for him but he had to be careful. There wasn't a lot of time to keep making trips or fuel.

The young man noticed the labels on the doors and quickly went into his own room. That would be where he stayed for a moment. He needed to do a few things away in a room without anyone noticing. Cloud knew Reeve would probably worry about it.

He's almost done right as a knock happened along with the creak sound of the door opening. Cloud pulls his left sleeve down while tugging something else inside it. He's sitting on the edge of the bed looking right at Tony.

"Is there something that you need?"

[beholding_archivist]

Jon is sitting at the edge of his bed's corner, one foot pulled up and worrying the nail of one of his thumbs in thought. His comparably small bag sits on the bed behind him, still closed and mostly forgotten for now. His other hand is curled around the one familiar object that currently isn't in that bag: His lighter.

The knock makes the Archivist shift his worried glance towards the door, but his posture hardly changes even when Tony steps in. He mainly just stops biting his nail.

"The door is gone."

[deal_me_in]

"You thinkin' we've been had?"

Cayde hadn't turned to see who else had entered the room, but his opinion would still hold as he stared at the bleak and mostly empty room.

He had his back to the door, his arms akimbo. On the bed a small rucksack had already been tossed, a sheaf of paper spilling out from its loosely drawn mouth.

"I'm thinkin' we've been had."

Cloud Strife

[backoff]

Tables

Cloud sat at one of the tables in the large waiting room. Where else was he going to go to eat? He didn't want to make a mess in his room even if that would be equally hard to do. Sometimes he wanted to avoid the bedroom in general. His eyes drift on his food of choice. It'll end up most likely being the same thing for a while. There's something else as he leans back against the chair. "I could really go for a hot shower."

It's stupid to even state something as a muttered request. It's a phase that all of his friends said at one point or another. He sits in that more relaxed pose knowing he'll be here for a while.

Hallway

He's right outside of his room sitting down on the ground with his back against the wall. Cloud has his legs together with his arms resting over his knees. His posture would suggest something might be bothering him but maybe he's ultimately tired. Sleeping had been restful and being somewhere in a quiet spot that wasn't his room was extremely hard to do. The hallway sometimes helped provided that small private corner for a brief period of time. That time would be when people weren't in their rooms and where somewhere else. There was peace that could be found or quiet when needed.

Cloud makes sure to move his feet to those that needed to pass on by without getting tripped. He needed a place to clear his head but he knows that kind of place doesn't really exist at the moment. Not even his own room could provide that.

Wildcard

[ Need something of Cloud? Come get it here. ]

Hallwaaaay

[out_of_order]

The pair of feet that come up next pauses rather than navigates around the blond on the floor, but given how short the owner is, it's not too difficult at all to see the figure himself. BD-1 only stands about a foot high or so when he's not on tip-toe.

He comes up by Cloud's boots, hooting inquisitively. It's not too long before he's joined by another set of boots, these belonging to the red-haired padawan.

"Everything all right..?"

tables

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has spent so much of these calibrations inside memories she's cherished and loathed and being awake almost seems like the dream at the moment. Being awake, though, means she can have her baby with her and she keeps James so close every morning she wakes, spending hours with him before she seeks anyone else out.

She's still starving most of the time, though, so she has James in his sling when she seeks out the ables and when she sees Cloud, she gives him a little wave and laughs at the idea of a hot shower.

"Gods, yes. I would stay in a shower for an age."

Tables

[tempredmental]

"Mn... that sounds nice."

Keith hadn't meant to overhear him, but too late now. Besides... expressing a desire for a hot shower wasn't exactly some deep dark secret.

"We do have access to the ships between missions... maybe, once we're out of here, I can use the one on my ship to get that in." He shrugged. "There are also the hot springs, but, if you're looking for privacy, the ships are probably a better bet."

Jonathan Sims || mid-event

[beholding_archivist]

"...𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔲𝔰 𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪. 𝔑𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔰 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰. 𝔑𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰." Letting out a shuddering breath Jon presses the Stop button on his recorder which he has been hunched over for a while now, seated at one of the tables set in one of the corners of the central waiting room.

He keeps trying to hold this urge to vent into his recorder at bay as long as possible, but the longer they are forced to stay in this tunnel, the harder it gets. It has been clear soon enough for everyone what happens in their dreams. That their secrets aren't safe any longer.

Needless to say, Jon hasn't felt hungry at all for a while now. On the contrary. The constant lingering of dread has become more than he has found himself capable to handle. Maybe it hits him more because he literally is the avatar of this particular type of dread, he doesn't know and he hardly finds himself able to give it much thought. Not when he's constantly torn between feeling full of energy and simply overstuffed.

Cradling the recorder in his hands, the Archivist casts a look around, checking if anyone has been paying attention to his dark muttering.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa had caught snatches of what Jon had said as she passed by. She's been trying to check on those whose memories she's been in as well as those who have been in hers. There's a liminal intimacy of sharing the darkest parts of one's mind with another and she feels a connection with Jon after sharing the memory of his rib being removed by that...creature.

Awake, however, Sansa has James with her and she taps Jon on the shoulder. "It's difficult during these calibrations. I've done one before and it was harrowing. Are you all right? Holding up?"

[plate_builder]

"Perhaps there is value in sharing some of those secrets. Not only do we learn others, but we learn what is most precious to ourselves, or that which we fear so much that we don't want to share it. And if we know that, we can change," Reeve suggests as he approaches the other.

His hand settles briefly on the other man's shoulder, and he offers a soft smile.

"How are you holding up?"

Cayde-6 // Being Restless

[deal_me_in]

This is by far the worst thing he's ever had to do in a long time. This is slow torture and he wasn't even required to do paperwork. Now, if there was a clear way back out then he would have absolutely tried to blow open the door by now. The fact that their way in had seemed to have disappeared early on just made for one very annoyed Exo.

It might be hard to see unless you caught it in the right light, but on walls and certain doors there'd be, scratched in fine lines by one of his knives, variations of 'CAYDE WAS HERE' and 'HERE TOO', etc. One might even catch him the act of defacing the table in the common room. In his own room he's started marking the inner door with a tally mark for each time he's woken up from whatever weird funk they'd been put through.

Other times, the Exo's sitting quietly, doing some writing, either in his room or in the common. He'd figure he'd try to be productive.

At some point he breaks out the deck of cards he'd replicated, shuffling them as he tries to catch people's eyes. "How about a game? Anyone? Anyone?"

[backoff]

Being antsy over all of the room visits was slowly getting to him. Cloud remembered a topic being brought up in Cayde's dream space. He would figure out a way to re-bring it back up. The feeling of needing something to do had been too great.

Cloud didn't mind being the company of the Exo. Maybe others might end up joining in on their game of their choosing. The more the merrier kind of deal. Cayde probably would enjoy being the main dealer of the game. House normally wins out than the actual players.

He slips into a chair across from Cayde while shooting him a look of 'please save me from my boredom'. "What game are you planning on teaching?"

Since they all come from different worlds, not everyone is going to be familiar to certain games.

open; mid event

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has conflicting feelings both about the memories she's shared of her own and the ones she's seen with others. She's felt as if some were lucid dreams, dreams she could touch and manipulate, and some have simply been seeing those memories over and over like her brother Bran says he can do.

James is fussy this afternoon and she's trying to calm him. People must surely be on edge just now and she tries to hush him as quickly as possible. She doesn't want to go into her bedroom, afraid she'll fall asleep, so she tries to hide her body with her hair as she tries to nurse.

"Hush, sweetling," she says, almost desperate. "We must make do just now, all right?"

Re: open; mid event

[doubled_speed]

"Need help?"

Tommy approaches Sansa slowly, his expression soft. If nothing else, he doesn't mind helping family. He is careful to stay very still, trying not to let his energy and frustration over being trapped leak into his movements.

"I'm told I'm good with kids. I could, like, watch out for him for a bit while you take a nap here in the waiting room."

[loyalspirit]

Wen Ning appeared to be restless and unsure of himself as he hung around the waiting room. There were so many people he didn't know. He also didn't know what exactly was going on or why they were waiting. He was hesitant on meeting people and kept to himself. He chose to sit in one of the corners trying to avoid being noticed.

Only he caught sight of the young woman with a baby and couldn't help but smile in her direction. He was surprised to see a baby among the crowd. Still babies meant life and hope and a good sign.

He was suddenly reminded of his family back home and felt very homesick at the moment. He fidgeted with the end of his long sleeves of his robes.

after tyrion disappears + sansa's post

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has tried to sleep as little as she can since Tyrion's disappearance in hopes that James won't be taken from her too. Bucky has helped her mind the baby in shifts so they can sleep at alternate times and now Sansa has just awakened, dark circles under her eyes and unkempt hair. It isn't her usual appearance, by far, but it will have to do for now.

Luckily she doesn't have to be awake to feed the baby and she startles when someone comes close, surprise knocking her clean from her doze.

"I'm awake, I'm awake! I wasn't napping. I was just closing my eyes, I promise."

[in_extremis]

This place was getting worse every day. Forcing Sansa to live out her grief without much privacy was a unique cruelty that Tony hadn't anticipated on top of the sequestering, the invasive dreams, and the steady torture of isolated boredom. Tony didn't even know what to offer, taking apart the protein dispenser to make a gift did seem counterproductive, so he kept cautious distance until no one else seemed to be around to manage the overflow. He stared at Sansa napping, slightly panicked, not sure if she was supposed to be doing that with the baby, then paced back and forth a few steps before landing on giving her something and returning to slide a plate of unappetizing looking protein and a cup of tea in front of her, starting slightly himself at her abrupt wakefulness. He dropped into the seat next to her, arm along the back of her chair, nudging his offerings closer as he said, "You know, I wasn't going to say anything, but if you're going to be singing like that out here then maybe you should be putting in a little more vocal practice. Sounding nasally, absolutely wretched."