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TDM #10




➥ Arrival

Photo of a modern office building from the outside. There is a manicured lawn with several trees and bushes. To the left side of the photo, there is a waterbody with reeds around the fringes. There is a purple gradient filter over everything.
(cw: potential for severe disorientation/vertigo, claustrophobia, arachnophobia, body horror)

It happens in the blink of an eye. You may have been asleep. You may not have. You may have stepped through a door or turned a corner. You may have seen a flicker of something at the corner of your vision and turned to look. Or maybe you didn't.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that you find yourself somewhere entirely new and entirely unfamiliar. The arrival point is not always the same. (If you're lucky, it might be a canteen or an open office. If you're not, well... you aren't claustrophobic, are you? Or arachnophobic. These ducts do seem to be a bit cobwebby.) There is no one waiting for you but you don’t seem to be alone, either. Even in a janitor’s closet or the bathroom, you’ll find at least one person who seems to be just as out of place as you are.

If characters have arrived in a location devoid of NPCs, they may want to work together to figure out what is going on... or to avoid their 'kidnappers.' If you’ve arrived in the middle of the entry foyer or the gym, there may well be a few people who startle a bit at your arrival and try to approach (or discreetly leave the room... where are they going?). Will you cooperate or fight? Do you even understand what they're saying? You might need to find a translator, if you’re not immediately willing to follow a stranger.

After characters follow their new hosts (or are forcibly taken in) there will be a limited tour and the chance to settle in at the ADI-provided housing. (Do you enjoy living with strangers? Well. It's a new situation to navigate, anyway.)


➥ The Flowers Came Early

Photo of yellow daffodils backed by wooden planks.
(cw: existential dread, altered perceptions, apocalypse, tsunamis, wildfires, meteor strikes, potential for botulism/food-based illnesses)

Weird things happen in Dogtown, everyone knows it. And the weird things have been getting worse. The Apocalypse Disruption Initiative (ADI) is not above taking advantage of that to test out the waters for its newest arrivals, but they're far more conscientious about it than early days. They're not looking to send anyone to their death, especially not with recent events that have transpired surrounding Dogtown and in Gloucester proper. An employee gives you a GPS device where you need only press a button to alert ADI there is severe danger and someone needs to come help you right away, and you've been left with another person at the trailhead. Maybe they're a new arrival, as well, or a more seasoned 'veteran.' Either way, you're together for the next while and you've been asked to find and record any paranormal activity in the park. You have your phones and any other equipment you might have brought with you. Those who succeed in documenting anything peculiar will receive a $100 reward to be used as they see fit.

This month, flowers are finally starting to bloom throughout the city and into the park. Bright blues, purples, pinks, and deep crimson. There's one set of flowers that seem to have formed suspiciously consistent patterns, though. The golden daffodils only seem to be growing in select spots. They're not quite in rings. More… rectangular? Something like that. In any case, those who observe the daffodils may note they're exceptionally fragrant, the sort of thing to draw one in…

Stepping foot into the middle of the daffodils causes a sudden, but brief, plunge. Congratulations, you've found a cellar, one of the old ones left behind and covered over by time and nature. Investigations will lead to mostly-collapsed root cellars, the sort of thing someone interested in local history might be fascinated by. The occasional tin or jar can be found, as well, which might net a healthy sum for collectors of Colonial Era foodstuffs. Those foolish enough to try to eat what's inside will likely find themselves exceptionally sick. Please Do Not.

Whatever adventures characters get up to in the cellars, there doesn't appear to be anything actively dangerous down there beyond the place collapsing and self-inflicted botulism. Stepping back out, though? There is nothing. Dogtown is a barren wasteland, and in the distance, in the direction of Gloucester, there are only the ruined remains of a city long-since lost, itself, to some horrible catastrophe. Different pairs might see different kinds of catastrophes. Perhaps it looks like an enormous tsunami swept through, pushing the town out before dragging pieces of it back into the sea. Perhaps it looks like there was some sort of wildfire with only the burned out husks of buildings left. Perhaps there are no signs, at all, just a crater where the town used to be, wiped out by something that fell from space. Whatever might be their worst visions of a decaying future, empty of life, this is it. They've emerged and-

And it's normal again. Just Dogtown, just Gloucester. Characters who fell prey to the daffodils will find that any time they get a whiff of the flowers in Dogtown or elsewhere, they will have brief, recurring visions of being in that desolate landscape, of the horrors that await in some future they haven't reached, yet.


➥ Ctrl + Alt + Delete

Binary code in varying shades of bright green against a black backdrop.
(cw: potential for mild public humiliation, paranoia, altered perceptions, insects, claustrophobia/choking/suffocating, body horror/tooth horror)

After a certain AI's foray into the world of stealing account passwords, on top of other instances of cyber security lapses by new arrivals, ADI has decided to implement mandatory cyber security classes. It's not enough to prove you can use a modern phone and computer, everyone who arrives will be asked to attend at least one course put on by the Staff Development and Information Technology departments. Or perhaps you've proved your mettle already and are one of the ones actually teaching these courses. The topics covered are wide ranging, but some seminar highlights for this month include:

Cyber Security Awareness - What makes a good password? Why do we have those? What even is two-factor authentication. This course is your basic introduction to cyber security and teaches things like don't give everyone your password on the public network. Don't download anything that hasn't been pre-approved by IT - devices are locked to prevent this, but don't get wily. And if you see something, say something in terms of any oddities in your devices. IT would rather tell you there's nothing wrong than deal with something worse getting through.

Brute Forcing It - An interactive class where participants will create passwords and have a paired participant attempt to brute force hack it. Pairs are allowed to ask each other questions, but nothing will be compelling honesty. Better get sly if you want to hack your compatriot's login. If you manage it, you'll receive a congratulations and gift card to a local coffee shop. If you're the one whose password was successfully hacked… you get nothing apart from a stern lecture about picking a better password. Get to know your fellows and see if you can rise above them on the field of cyber battle.

Spooky Threats - A rundown of potential supernatural threats that have entered into this digital age. Worried someone is spying on you through a camera lens, even when your device is off? It's very possible. There are some Eye-based avatars with that sort of technopathy available to them. Worried you might have a bug in the machine? Have you considered that this is literally the case? The Corruption has a strong foothold, particularly in the social media space. Digital tech also tends to interact in strange ways with the supernatural. Participants will be able to take photos with their phones of a few different artifacts brought up from the lower levels and kept in a display case. They'll be able to see the strange warping and static effects associated with the photos as a first step to identifying supernatural phenomenon.

The artifacts brought up aren't the most dangerous in ADI's catalog, thankfully, but there will be reprimands and getting kicked out of the class for those who can't keep their hands to themselves. The objects include:

  • A flute that induces severe migraines and temporary synesthesia when touched;
  • A doodlebug pen that makes it feel like there's something crawling up your back for several minutes after touching it;
  • A ticket stub for a car parking lot that looks perpetually damp. There is the scent of gasoline and a tightening in your throat the longer it's held;
  • A wax apple that makes you want to bite into it, to consume it, to smile as your teeth turn to wax.

➥ Dawning Realizations

Photo of a spring festival. There are many people scattered around a grassy area with trees around and a blue sky above. There is a white bigtop style tent cover, and colorful balloons flanking the image.
(cw: references to violence and death; scopophilia)

April's dawn has come to the seemingly endless nights of March as nightmares fade and the monster howling at the door goes silent. The days are growing longer, but they feel longer still than they are when the night no longer holds so many dangers.

The peace feels uncertain at first, but as the days and nights go on the shadow woman does not make her reappearance. A few at ADI voice the hope that she might actually be dead following the destruction of multiple shades. Others are more doubtful, claiming that they saw her as recently as the night of April 1st and that not all of the shades were caught and killed. The official word from the top is that she's all too likely to still be alive and field agents are on the watch for her to re-emerge in Gloucester or some other, easier target. Investigations around town in search of bolt holes and places she'd been spotted turn up nothing but the occasional drift of black sand…and, in a few too many places to be easily dismissed as coincidence, wax dripped on the ground or intermingled with the sand. Some characters may have suspicions about what this is, others may simply have questions.

Whatever ADI's lingering misgivings, the city of Gloucester is grateful for the reprieve, and more openly grateful for the help of ADI than ever before. Officially, the spring festival thrown in a city park near ADI headquarters is a show of gratitude for ADI's assistance during the blackouts that recently plagued the city and inspired an unprecedented crime wave. Unofficially, ADI quite suddenly has the city council's logistical support as well as its ear, and the festival is a thank you for quite a bit more than providing a few backup generators to local businesses.

Eat! Drink! Celebrate! There's live music as well as jugglers, stage magicians, and basically any entertainers that could be brought in on short notice on the promise of tips–that is to say, an effort was made but this is not exactly Las Vegas. There are homemade carnival games that have clearly made the rounds of a few community festivals and elementary school carnivals: bean bag toss, plinko, mini golf, and more. Try your skill at musical chairs or run an egg relay race with your friends. Get your face painted, jump in the bouncy castle, or volunteer for the dunk tank–no one will judge you (probably).

On the more sedate side of things, there are local crafters selling their wares. There's also food and beer from local businesses, with ADI staff receiving a generous handful of tokens to exchange for each. Or you might just want to take a stroll among the spring flowers further from the hubbub of the festival proper; they're coming in nicely now (including the daffodils). And if the spots on that one flower looked like eyes for a moment, or if you feel like you're being watched in the gardens–that's just nonsense. It's a beautiful sunny day, and you deserve to relax and enjoy yourself.



➥ Mod Notes
  • ARRIVAL (Apr 1 - 31): Two people will always arrive in the same general location together. Arrivals occur throughout the early month, not all on the same day or in the same place. Arrivals are not naturally fluent in English/other languages immediately upon arrival. Characters may attempt to evade capture, but they will eventually be snagged before they can leave the building. PC's already in-game are more than welcome to interact with and try to guide new PC's to get them oriented. Please refer to the Arrival page for details regarding the arrival and onboarding process.

  • THE FLOWERS CAME EARLY (Apr 1 - 31): Characters are welcome to find the odd relic from the 1800s tucked away in the cellar. ADI's IT department will be happy to help with listing it on places like eBay or Facebook Marketplace to sell to potential collectors. They'll also offer to just buy it for a few hundred dollars to avoid the hassle and then gift it to a relevant museum for the tax write-off. Players can come up with any catastrophic scenario they would like for this prompt. We would just ask that you pay particular mind to listing content warnings as they arise. Pressing the GPS Device's button while in the 'other' place will result in the device making a crackling error sound. It will work as soon as the vision stops. The recurring visions will last anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes and will be all-encompassing. Whatever the character is doing, wherever they are, they will feel like they're in this destroyed world. These recurring visions can carry past the April timeframe, should players want that.

  • CTRL + ALT + DELETE (Apr 1 - 31): All characters will be asked to attend at least one cyber security lesson, whether they're a new arrival or someone old hat. If your character has the skills to actually teach these classes, you may handwave that they are an instructor, rather than a participant. For the Spooky Threats option, anyone who touches the artifacts (and is caught by the instructor) will be verbally rebuked in front of the entire class before being sent out. Characters will receive explicit instructions not to touch the artifacts when they're first brought in, and will be informed they're things that ADI is still trying to figure out how to destroy as they're surprisingly resilient to the usual flamethrower/incineration method.

  • DAWNING REALIZATIONS (Apr 8 - 11): As far as anyone can tell, Katie Dunn is no longer in Gloucester and no immediate threat has arrived to replace her. Characters who killed or injured one or more of her shades have been commended with an internal announcement, a bonus to their pay, and a gift card for frozen yogurt. And yes, the flowers do occasionally have eyes, but it's probably fine. If examined in detail, the wax is high-quality and scented to smell just a little bit like a campfire.
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George Milton | Of Mice and Men (Book)

[personal profile] bindlestifflost 2022-04-01 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival ~ CW: Spiders

George has awakened in plenty of strange places, but finding himself face down in the dark in some kind of cold metal tube? This is a new one. His bindle is crushed in against his side to the point he doesn't have much wiggle room. When he raises his head, he bangs it hard enough to clang. "Ow! Damn it." He can't even get his arm up enough to rub it. There's a little light from somewhere up ahead, a grate by the looks of it. Some creative elbow wiggling and being a wiry little bastard helps.

He's spitting cobwebs as he goes and squinting against the small black blobs embedded in them that scurry out of sight, probably up in his hat and down his collar. Can't be helped right now. As soon as he reaches the grate, it gives way under his weight. His, "Aww, shi—" is cut off by a hard landing on the not very soft bindle in the middle of a cafeteria floor.

Rolling to his side, he coughs violently and wheezes from the air knocked clean out. His hat rolls several feet to the side before coming to a stop. A few dark brown spiders scurry to take shelter under anything shadowed. George squints in the sudden bright light and blinks back dark spots, more than a little stunned, his heavy denim work jacket askew and body half shrimp curled.

He'll be OK in a few. Probably. Maybe. Damn, that hurt.

The Flowers Came Early ~ CW Fiery Hellscape Apocalypse

George squints suspiciously at the device that's supposedly one button press away from help and shoves it into his jacket pocket. Glancing at his partner for this odd mission, he jerks a chin gesture toward a nearby planting of daffodils. "Used t' see 'em like that all the time around old rotted away homesteads," he says, his voice on the deep side and coarse.

"Might not be a bad idea to poke around. When I was little, we'd dig and find all kinds 'a stuff. Old bottles an' forks, pieces 'a dishes. Even found an old musket ball once." He heads off in that direction. Once he's closer, he nods. "Yeah, look. You can tell it's the outline 'a some old house. Ground's even a little—" Not two steps over the line of flowers, the ground gives way under him. Again?!

His yell is short-lived. It's not a long drop, and his landing isn't the disaster it was a couple of days ago. He tucks and rolls before coming up on hands and knees. "I'm all right! Y' might wanna come down here. Looks like an old cellar. Jes' watch your step."

CTRL + ALT + DELETE

"Confound this thing," George mutters under his breath. His scowl is mutinous, and he's shaking the little smartphone in his hand. "I don't see how you're supposed t' type anything on this damned thing when the keys are so small."

Don't even get him started on the fact that you can't see the password when you're typing the password. How idiotic is that? He feels like he has already worn his welcome out questioning the instructor. The last couple of questions earned increasingly hostile glares.

A little guilt prickles him as he considers maybe this is how Lennie felt every day of his life, the poor bastard. Trying his hardest when nothing made a lick of sense. He sighs and rubs his free hand down his mouth. OK. Time to try again... *********

INVALID PASSWORD

"God damn it!"

Dawning Realizations

This is the most at home he has felt since he found himself in this weird place. The future. He still hasn't wrapped his head around it and isn't sure he's not raving in some cuckoo bin back near Soledad. The fair reminds him of his childhood before the truly bad times hit. He's not much in a party mood while trying to make the best of it.

He's not a bad hand at the ring toss, ace at knocking down pins, and laughing along with the rest of the small crowd at the dunking booth when someone makes a score. He can be spotted pretty much anywhere around the displays, sometimes picking at a bag of popcorn, sometimes playing games. His hat is pushed back to expose more of his face, and when he grins he at least looks approachable.

Or Wildcard me!
failedpromise: (Oh?)

CTRL+ALT+DELETE

[personal profile] failedpromise 2022-04-01 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
(OOC: I am 100% okay with George being a jerk/having a negative reaction to Cortana's... everything.)

Don't worry, the main person who's been roped into instructing these classes is Cortana. Despite her clear lack of Humanity and scandalous fashion choices, she's an okay instructor, capable of being patient when she needs to be. Given that she works with Humans despite her perception of time being incomprehensibly fast from any normal organic perspective, it's kind of a requirement.

This one clearly needs a little extra instruction, she thinks, as she watches George become increasingly frustrated with his phone.

So she pulls up a chair to sit next to him. "Need a little help?"
Edited 2022-04-01 21:30 (UTC)
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Flowers came early

[personal profile] whisperedone 2022-04-01 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn’t say much in regards to the things he’s supposed to be noticing beyond a soft ‘Ah, I see’ offered for the part about digging around. He did not, in fact, see at all, but his new partner -George, he’d been told- seemed confident in what he was saying. It was enough for Garner to believe him.

While he can’t see the flowers or the hole George falls into, he can hear when it happens. Garner rushes to the side, his glaive dug into the ground for support as he remembers the sand pit he’d fallen into just a couple months ago. He’s pausing to hear for the rush of dirt and the hole filling when George calls out.

He sighs in relief but shifts to swing his legs over the edge. A moment of investigation finds a solid patch of ground to bridge his glaive over and uses it like a handle to lower himself down. He hesitates a moment, but leaves the polearm above them, they’ll need a way out, after all.

“A cellar? That the ground has reclaimed? How interesting.” His voice is soft and low with a gentle (British sounding) accent, currently touched with earnest curiosity.

He reaches out and takes the couple small steps needed to find a wall as he feels for their surroundings. Dust, dirt, stale as the air in here. Metal?

He picks up the metal object and feels along it for its shape. Was it a can? “How does the cellar survive but the house does not?”
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Nick Valentine | Fallout

[personal profile] outofthepast 2022-04-01 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL

It happens in a blink. That's how they say the Institute gets you, too. So the obvious and immediate conclusion for Nick is that the Commonwealth's Big Bad Boogeyman has finally decided to bring him "home."

He's no fool. They hold all the cards here. The switch, or the pulse, or the recall code that's gonna shut him down and leave him a pile of junk, their long-discarded prototype. But he's not the type to lie down and give up when the (computer) chips are down. The Institute has a hell of a lot of pain and suffering to answer for. And before the Institute takes him out, he's gonna make them feel as much as he can.

Pistol in hand, a determined glare on his face, the synth stalks through the hallways. Funny, he expected it'd look a little nicer down here. The dingy Pre-War office look is a little unimpressive for the folks who invented the teleporter and the existential nightmare of sapient artificial consciousness.

His motion sensors pick it up first, someone moving up ahead. There's a bump, someone brushing against furniture. He keeps his pistol down but he's ready to raise it if a scientist or courser comes around the corner.

"Who's there?" he calls. "Put your hands up and step where I can see you."


FLOWERS

"Nice to see a mathematician dare to follow his landscaping dreams."

Nick draws the cigarette from his mouth, careful to blow the smoke away from his partner on this odd little mission. He's half staring at the odd rectangular pattern of the daffodils, and half at the human fingers crimping his cigarette. (He had his first several of many panic episodes about the "form" back in his room, enough to get a grip for the sake of the assignment. But it's little moments like this where it really freaks him out...)

He's so busy staring he misses the moment his partner takes one step too far forward, and the ground caves in and takes them with it.

A collapsed cellar. Damn it, he ought to have noticed the signs-- they're a common enough occurrence back home.

"Hey, you okay?" he calls. "Don't move if anything hurts. I'll come help you."


CTL + ALT + DEL

(note: Due to very literal machine logic, Nick is canonically an incredible hacker.)

Honestly, it's nice of them to give a primer in this newfangled... oldfangled tech (and he can just hear his secretary laughing at him for that phrasing.) It's all subtly different from the literal artifacts he's used to, but apart from a couple differences, it generally makes sense.

Maybe a little too much sense. And maybe Nick's starting to get a little smug after his fourth straight win in the password-guessing game (though he's giving the gift cards back to his opponents on the sly, since it's not like they do him any good.)

"I'd better be honest," he says to his fifth opponent, "I have an unfair advantage here. Maybe we oughta skip it?"

But hey... maybe his opponent's just that competitive.


DAWNING REALIZATIONS

As much as he dreaded coming out here today, it's actually pretty nice... in a real melancholy way. It's nice to see pristine landscapes. Blooming flowers and leafing trees, green grass, clear skies, and natural beauty. It's nice to see families, big ones, lots of people and lots of kids enjoying a carefree afternoon. No fear, no violence, none the dust and rust and blood and grim misery that colors even the most gentle moments in the wasteland.

It's nice to stand here off to the side. Nobody staring, no overheard snatches of muffled conversation about him. Nobody's looking at him at all. Because for all they can see, he's not a synth. Not a mechanical man to gawk at and fear. Just an ordinary human man in a nice suit, standing off to the side and watching the world go by.

It's a lie, if a nice one. But Nick can't bring himself to dislike it. He remembers when it was real, even though it never really was. And that brings with it all the usual swells of pain and nostalgia and tangled feelings. He reaches for a cigarette and lights up, stepping back and accidentally bumping into someone standing nearby.

"Pardon me," he says, and steps away. "Wasn't watching where I was going." Despite his better efforts, the quiet melancholy shows up in his voice and on a face much more expressive than he's used to.

(ooc: Prose or brackets are fine by me, so please tag at your leisure. There's plenty of info about Nick in his journal, but feel free to ask if you need something pertinent to tagging.

Out in public/away from ADI property (prompts 2 and 4), Nick's mechanical nature is covered by a human form.)
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CTRL+ALT+DEL

[personal profile] failedpromise 2022-04-01 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Actually, I was thinking you might want to play a few rounds with the teacher?" Cortana stepped in to interrupt. She'd been intrigued since she saw this other artificial intelligence enter the classroom, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to get to know him a little better.

"Maybe show the rest of them how it's done?" She sat on the edge of the desk and gave him a smirk. Education and fun! It had been a while since she got to outhack another AI.
outofthepast: (Sassan)

[personal profile] outofthepast 2022-04-01 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The other "student" looks beyond relieved, slipping aside to find someone less massively advantaged in the password-guessing department.

Now, this oughta be interesting. Nick smirks back and gestures for her to take a seat. "Ms... Cortana, you said? Hope I'm saying that right. I'd be honored."
failedpromise: (Smile)

[personal profile] failedpromise 2022-04-01 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The smirk transforms into a full face splitting grin as she moves to take the offered seat.

"Got it in one." Her posture exudes the confidence of someone ensured of victory, and there's a touch of mischief glittering in her eyes, "And you're Nick Valentine. How about I let you go first?"

Normally it should be ladies fisrt, but she figures he's gonna need a bit of a headstart on this.

She is the best, after all.
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Arrival

[personal profile] whisperedone 2022-04-02 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
He’s walked these halls so many times the last two months, he just about has them memorized. A left here and a right twelve paces ahead would lead him to the quiet and paper-dust smell of the library. There weren’t a ton of things he could read, but the feel of the room was nice.

Unfortunately, he isn’t the only person through these halls and one person’s innocent shifting of the chairs means Garner can’t see it’s in his way and his thigh just catches on an armrest as he passes. Whoops.

Then there’s a voice, odd in sound, unfamiliar, but firm in his conviction of…raising his hands? Alright.

Garner takes a couple more steps with his hands raised slightly in front of him.

“Well…I don’t know if you can see me, but how high, exactly?”
bindlestifflost: (Grim or determined)

[personal profile] bindlestifflost 2022-04-02 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I reckon storms an' all. Cellar stays tucked underground an' the rest of it gets battered." He watches him, finally cottoning to the fact he can't see. Shit. That's what he gets for being too wrapped in his own head. The fella seems to get around alright, enough George has no notion he ought to be playing guide.

"Might wanna be careful with that. Looks bulgy. I was always told never eat from a bulgy can. One way trip to the shitter for a day or two, an' that's if you're lucky." It's a bad, bad way to go.

He peers into darkness ahead, dust motes still swirling and dancing at the edge of shadow. He's not entirely sure any of this is a good idea. Nothing says the rest of it won't fall on top of both of them and bury them under more dirt than they can dig their way out of. Still, a hundred dollars is a lotta money. They won't earn it by hanging back being yella.

"Looks like it goes back a ways. I can't tell how far." He sounds as dubious as he feels.
bindlestifflost: (B and W Skeptical or thinking)

[personal profile] bindlestifflost 2022-04-02 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
((OOC: He's having...a day. lol))

"That obvious?" There's a burr of a growl in the question. He tosses the phone onto the desk in front of him with a clatter and sits back to run impatient fingers through plastered down curls. His hat's on another table near the door since he couldn't find any pegs to hang it on earlier. He's tempted to haul himself up, jam it down on his head and stalk out.

"Bad enough you got them little specks 'a letters. My fingers ain't fat." He wiggles them near her face. "Ain't small enough for that thing. But then it don't even let you see what you're tippity tappin' in. How the hell am I supposed t' know?"
outofthepast: (Understanding)

[personal profile] outofthepast 2022-04-02 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure, sure. Let me come up with one real quick." That's as easy as thinking about it for a second. The ol' CPU loves nothing more than to invent random strings of numbers and letters, so he spins one up. Eight characters, nothing too wild, but nothing a person could ever just guess, either.

"All right. Now we play 20 Questions."
outofthepast: (Sideeye)

[personal profile] outofthepast 2022-04-02 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Out of the way of any weapons oughta suffice."

He surveys the guy. No labcoat? The clothes look unusually pristine, though. A little too pristine to be a synth plant. (If it turns out the Institute is just an underground bunker full of regular Joes, it's gonna be downright disappointing.)

"Now, there's no need for anything to get ugly. Tell me where we are and what's goin' on, and nobody needs to get hurt."
bindlestifflost: (Drifter)

Dawning Realizations

[personal profile] bindlestifflost 2022-04-02 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
The handful of popcorn intended for his mouth spills out onto the ground instead, not the hardest jostle, but hard enough. He turns just as the stranger does and finds himself caught on the backfoot by a fella in a suit being that polite to the likes of him. "Naw," he says, a little awkward, eyes darting off to the side. "Ain't nothin'."

The last thing he needs is to get drawn into one of those looks. He should walk away. He should aggressively shove his hand deep into the popcorn bag, stuff his face, and walk away.

"Don't look like you're, uh, all that in on the festivities." Damn it. There's another twitch of his eyes off to the side before he makes himself just hold his gaze. He'll probably get told off now to mind his own beeswax, and the thing is, he'll deserve it.
outofthepast: (Skeptical)

[personal profile] outofthepast 2022-04-02 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
(CORRECT HUMAN IMAGE LINK OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT)

"Oh... That obvious, is it?" Nick winces, and struggles for a moment with his expression. He is entirely unused to a face that can actually show the complex range of emotions a person is capable of. "Nah, I'm not meaning to look like an old sourpuss over here. I think it's all swell. Just doing a little too much thinkin', is all."

He'd excuse himself and head off, but he thinks he's seen this guy before. And it's probably better that he talk to somebody and not sink deeper into his head. "You're, uh... one of the ADI folks, right? Think I've seen you around at HQ."
bindlestifflost: (Worried or scared)

[personal profile] bindlestifflost 2022-04-02 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
His shoulders relax a touch when the rebuke he was expecting doesn't come. Not every stiff in a suit is out to put a man in his place. He's met enough of them to expect it, and he isn't letting his guard down much. Still, it's nice to be proven wrong now and then, temporarily or otherwise. "It's an easy thing t' do." For some men, the ones who think with anything above the shoulders.

"Yeah." That comes out with more of a huff of air than he meant for it to. He rubs at his temple just under his hat brim. "That's right. Fell outta the ceiling. I heard some fellas had it worse. Not sure how true that is." Or if they weren't trying to make him feel better about it while getting him all checked in.

He drops his hand back down and stuffs it into his pocket. The other one is still gripping the popcorn bag. "Don't think I've seen you there."
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[personal profile] outofthepast 2022-04-02 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Falling through the ceiling? "Ouch." He winces sympathetically. "Well, looks like you're none the worse for wear, at least?" That would have been a hell of a welcome to this brave new world.

The next wince is a bit less sympathetic and a bit more pained. "Ah... yeah, you wouldn't have. I... look a little different when I'm not at HQ, I guess. Said it was some kind of... undercover thing."

God, they could have at least given him a script for this. Nick's used to counseling people out of panic when they look at him, but this in-between stuff is going to take some getting used to.

"If we're gonna be working together, may as well get introduced proper." He extends a hand to shake. "Name's Valentine. Nick Valentine. Nice to meet you."
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Jean Tannen - The Gentleman Bastards Series

[personal profile] therichremember 2022-04-02 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
1. Arrival
Jean is no stranger to strangeness, not unfamiliar with unfamiliarity, but a modern office building is entirely outside his understanding. A tall, broad-shouldered man with spectacles and dressed not entirely unlike he got lost on the way to the Renaissance Faire, he spends his first few minutes after stepping out of a restroom looking for his partner in crime.

"Locke? Locke!" His voice is a harsh, hissed whisper as he searches. But as he begins to come to the conclusion he's on his own, his blood runs cold; he's never been the mastermind of any scheme on his own. Figuring out how to navigate the situation, what lies to tell about himself...that's going to be rather tricky.

And even more unfortunately for him, his time has run out: here comes a stranger, old or new to ADI themself.

2. The Flowers Came Early
While he's definitely concerned about Dogtown's reported oddities, Jean knows he's useful as a strongman, backing up someone who's more clever and less buff. So he asks to be paired with someone who might need a proper bodyguard on this expedition. He's made some allowances to modern fashion, wearing a button-down shirt and jeans under the green velvet coat he'd arrived in, his wire spectacles still perched on his nose. The coat, after all, was constructed with leather loops on the inside that hold his weapons of choice.

As he meets his partner at the trailhead, there's a discerning up-and-down look as he sizes them up, before he offers a smile. "Are you prepared for whatever's to come?"

3. Dawning Realizations
a. Working the Crowd
A carnival is nothing if not temptation to a trained thief and conman, and those in the crowd may find themselves surprised to be separated from wallets, jewelry and other valuables by a deft-handed pickpocket. Really, who would suspect that a brick shithouse of a man has the dainty fingers of a lacemaking granny and the larcenous heart of a sworn initiate of the god of thieves?

He's not perfect, though, and the particularly sharp-eyed may catch on to exactly what he's doing.

b. Games Without Frontiers
When he's not working the crowd, he shows interest in the games at the festival. The games that draw him most are anything that involves thrown accuracy. Bean bag toss? Darts? He's clearly very good at judging weight, distance and aerodynamics, and amasses a small collection of prize tchotchkes.

c. Carnival Wildcard
I'm up for other shenaniganery, too--want to introduce the gentleman from a fantasy novel to things like deep-fried twinkies and modern innovations in beer? Convince him to get his face painted? Walk through the craft booths with him while he marvels over merchandise? Please, be my guest!
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Owen Harper | Torchwood

[personal profile] halfdecay 2022-04-02 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival — ;

[There he was, standing in the middle of an unknown office building in god-knows-where. A tinge of panic glosses over Owen’s eyes as he steadily brings his breathing back in order. Owen is used to strange. Strange locals. Strange occurrences. Torchwood prepares you for this sort of thing. To think beyond what is on this odd little rock called Earth.

Despite the phenomenon being par for the course in Owen’s tenure, it was still equally fucking jarring as all hell.

And Owen is very well aware that he sticks out like a sore thumb with the way his eyes are looking all around the open office space. He damn well reckons that the bloke on the computer can catch the sweat falling down his brow.

So what do you do when you are this deep into being suddenly transported into a new and strange location? Well, you pretend like you own the place. He simply wipes the sweat under his brow and waltzes into one of the private office rooms.

The office itself doesn’t exactly stand out. It is about as standard as one might imagine a twat with a cushy job would have. Owen slinks in further inside the office. Fingertips trace along the grain of the perfectly polished wood desk. He notices everything is organized and pristine. Not a single document is out of place. His eyes then divert to the top of the desk where he spots a simple, white powdered doughnut sitting on top of a napkin. By the time Owen had circled around the desk, he was already making himself comfortable by taking a seat on the plush leather chair.

He rests his elbows on top of the desk and picks up the doughnut by the napkin. The smell and look of the thing is lovely enough to eat.

Whatever. Better blend in with the rest of the crowd.

Owen sets the doughnut back and leans further back in the chair and kicks his feet up on top of the desk. Now with a manila folder at hand milling about whatever mundane document he’s picked up.]


CTL + ATL + DEL — ; (Brute Force)

[Oh, goody. Classroom group work. There is something about mandatory office workshops that makes Owen want to sigh into oblivion. Luckily, it is a useful workshop, and he is savvy around a computer. He’s no Tosh, but he knows a thing or two about being cheeky to get what he needs.

Owen sits there by the computer and partner across from him. He stares at them for a beat before plucking the tail-end of his ballpoint out of his mouth and asks:]


Right then — You’re stuck on an island with no means of communication, but you’ve three valuable items in your pocket. What are they?

Wildcard — ;

[Feel free to throw a whole new starter here! I'm down to try out any ideas you have in mind. Also willing to adapt to prose-style if you're comfortable with that format. Shoot me a PM here or on plurk @ [plurk.com profile] robutting.]
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CTL + ATL + DEL — ; (Brute Force)

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2022-04-02 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It could be worse and it can always be worse. They could have been forced into doing ice breakers in order to get to know passwords. Wouldn't Owen like to share his most favorite holiday spot or his first pet's name. Though that would be a fairly decent way to figure out security questions.

Kate returns his stare. ]


A lighter, bobby pins, and a Swiss army knife. You?

[ It'll be her turn to try and guess his password soon. There's no reason in the world why she can't be asking questions already. As it stands, Kate feels very secure in her password's security strength. ]
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Dr. Franken Stein | Soul Eater (anime)

[personal profile] circumsutus 2022-04-02 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival
[This janitor's closet is too crowded. It would be a tight fight with one, but with two people, it's just ridiculous. Especially when one of the people is as tall as Stein, towering in the small space, his lab coat billowing around him.

At least the door pops open easily enough, letting them stumble out into the hallway. Stein takes a split second to assess, and then grins down at the stranger he was trapped with, his voice light but his eyes hidden behind the way the light catches off his glasses.
]

Well, that's a new one! Any idea what's going on?

ctrl+alt+del - Brute Forcing It
You look like a "password1" kind of person. [Stein says, considering the stranger in front of him. For his part, Stein looks more "mad scientist" than "tech guy", from the patchwork of his clothes and lab coat, to the scars across his skin, to the... giant metal bolt just stuck straight through his head.]

wildcard
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Flowers

[personal profile] lavorreable 2022-04-02 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"OW!" Jester's cry sounds more indignant than pained. The fall was short and she's a hardy girl. Still, she'd landed on her tail and that smarts. "I'm fine, I'm fine, I just landed on my tail."

The tail that can't be seen in her disguise of a young twenty-something human girl with visible black roots to her 'dyed' blue hair and a warm, freckled chestnut skin tone to replace her usual periwinkle shade. At least they let her keep her tattoo in the illusion.

"Umm, I think there's a ladder here, hold on." She gets to her feet and dusts off her skirt, looking around her new surroundings so get her bearings before retrieving the ladder. "Man, this stuff all looks super old."
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CTL + ATL + DEL — ; (Brute Force)

[personal profile] circumsutus 2022-04-02 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Scalpel, matches, cigarettes. [Says Stein, which is... maybe exactly the sort of list a man dressed in a patchwork labcoat with a bolt through his head would be expected to say.]

I'll be a little more generous. In the same scenario, you get eight items. What are they?
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[personal profile] lavorreable 2022-04-02 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi mods! What happens if someone were to, say, pick one of the flowers with the eyeballs and wear it in their hair or something?
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ctrl+alt+del - Brute Forcing It

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2022-04-02 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
You're more than welcome to try it.

[ Kate is not impressed. Her password is far more complex than password1 thank you very much. It's the best password. The wordiest. ]

What's yours, boltbrain500?

[ The bolt through his head is very disturbing. That has to be a clue, she thinks. ]

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