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TDM #16




➥ 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.) You might even arrive in a section of building that has been demolished, leaving a pit of rubble open to the sky–hope you're up on your tetanus shots! 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. The one exception is the demolition zone off what used to be one corner of the building: it seems the security teams are keeping a particularly close eye on that area to document new arrivals and bring them in quickly.

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.)


➥ You Are what You Eat

Photo of a roll of toilet paper covered in a thick reddish goop. A set of fair-skinned hands holds a knife and fork as if preparing to cut into the roll.
(cw: pica, eating disorders, altered mental states, rhythmic grating sound in link)

Weird things happen in Dogtown, everyone knows it. And the weird things have been getting worse. Much worse. The rise in dangerous rather than merely uncomfortable or startling phenomena has put an end to ADI's use of Dogtown as a testing ground for new recruits. Under ADI's advisement, the City of Gloucester has officially and indefinitely closed Dogtown to the public, and work is ongoing to construct barriers around the entire park to prevent trespassing. Dogtown's borders are now patrolled by Gloucester law enforcement as well as ADI employees from the Investigations and Security divisions, who document phenomena visible from outside its borders and actively keep people out. New arrivals who volunteer for the work may still find themselves dropped off outside the borders of Dogtown in order to beef up patrols and help document paranormal activity while receiving an introduction to the kind of work ADI does. An employee will give 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, explicitly instruct you not to actually enter Dogtown, and leave you with another person at the edge of the park. 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 record any paranormal activity visible from outside the park. Those who succeed in documenting anything peculiar will receive a $100 reward to be used as they see fit, but those who are caught entering Dogtown in pursuit of such proof will be reprimanded and receive no reward.

It’s been quiet for some time now, the looming things too easily mistaken for signal towers linger around the edges of town or even brazenly within the city blocks when the night is at its deepest and few people still walk the streets. At least nothing new seems to have slipped the fence recently, but those towers still shift every so often. At least until they go suddenly very still, planted where they’ve stopped for more than a week. Still, it’s quiet.

What breaks the silence starts insidiously low, like it’s not meant to be noticed, but it builds until it feels like it’s all that can be heard, rattling and thrumming through bones and veins in a way that nearly burns until all at once it ends.

For some, the change might be sudden, like a tight, twisting, hunger in the pit of your stomach that no ‘traditional food’ will abate. Perhaps it’s gradual, as the taste of things you love turn gray and ashy in your mouth. Maybe you don’t even realize it, as you find a rogue snack laying out on your counter. Who left this pretzel stick here? Your pretzel stick now, even if it’s tougher than you might expect when you go to bite into it. A pencil snaps within your determined bite and whether you notice the inconsistency then or not, it’s…really not half bad.

For a few days after hearing the signal, food just isn’t the same anymore, or at least not the same definition. Anything inedible can be edible if you try hard enough, never mind the bloody gums or lacerated tongue. Careful not to chip a tooth on your bowl of nuts and bolts…but at least it’s almost as good as cereal!


➥ Pieces of You and Pieces of Me

Photo of miscellaneous doll parts in a wooden box.
(cw: supernaturally induced paranoia and obsession; creepy dolls; unnatural pain; burn injuries; memory loss)

It begins with a scuffed and torn paper package in your mailbox. The label is handwritten, addressed to you personally at your apartment (or at Bonnie's address), the stamps mismatched and the postal mark smudged beyond readability, with no return address to be found. It feels important. It feels like something you should open in private, and the urge to hide it away lest someone take it from you is strong even before it's opened.

Inside is one piece of a disassembled doll. Perhaps it's a delicate ceramic arm, or a dingy plastic head with empty eye sockets. There isn't any rhyme or reason to the type of doll part one receives, but all of them are well worn and look like they're at least a few decades old. There's an immediate feeling of connection, a lizard brain fear of losing the piece. And then the next day there's another package, another piece that clearly belongs to the same toy, a renewed urge to keep the delivery secret and safe…and an urge to begin assembling the toy as more parts arrive over the course of the week.

Those who give in and put their dolls together as the pieces arrive will seem to suffer no harm as the days go by and their doll nears completion, but their thoughts will only grow more obsessive and protective of the toy the closer it becomes to completion. Those who resist the urge to put the parts together will feel a bone-deep ache in each part of their body that corresponds to one of the pieces they've received, like that part of their body is dying. Anyone who destroys, throws away, or surrenders a piece of their toy will feel an immediate, sharp burning like that part of their own body is being seared away. The pain may dull down after a while, but it doesn't go away unless they are able to retrieve the discarded piece and put it together with the others they've received.

Just one week after it all began, the final package arrives. Here it is: the last piece you need, the last piece to complete the doll and make it yours, keep it safe, keep yourself safe from some unknown, dreaded danger. As soon as the last piece pops into place, though, the doll bursts into flames in your hands, rapidly burning away to ashes. With it goes something important, but it's impossible to say what. It was a memory, wasn't it? Some vital piece of knowledge? You knew something before the doll burned that you don't know now and the loss is an aching gap in your psyche.

ADI tries to intervene, of course, after a few people manage to resist the dolls' compulsion and turn in the parts they've received for study and destruction (this is the most physically painful option of all and an incredible act of will). A bulletin goes out advising everyone to turn in any unexpected packages, and offering support for anyone who's already received pieces and is willing to hand them over. But those are all just lies and tricks so they can steal from you and carve you to pieces–best find a way to hide your doll from their prying eyes until you have all of its parts.


➥ The Heart of the Cards

Photo of various tarot cards spread out across as surface
(cw: potential for car accidents, broken bones/injuries, supernatural compulsion/personality alterations)

With Halloween passing this year without a proper celebration or anything horrific happening, HR Woman, Pam Ruan, is on a mission to retake another holiday from the Fears (and her own fear): Thanksgiving. She's coordinated for a grand feast to be held at Hammond Castle with the castle's caretaker, Simone Clark. It seems Simone owes Pam a favor and Pam is ready to collect with a private event registration.

However, she needs assistance with preparations, including scoping out the kitchen, deciding on how to set up in the Great Hall, and finding good places for decorations. Those agreeing to assist will find themselves unleashed upon the castle and advised that it's currently operating as a museum, so please try to be respectful as you do your work.

In addition to the castle's usual fare of interesting 'supernatural artifacts' and medieval weapons and armor, there is an exhibit on the history and practice of tarot readings. Poster-sized cards of the Major Arcana can be found scattered around the museum, and a more concentrated exhibit can be found in one of the side halls. There are informational plaques and diagrams showing how various tarot spreads might be placed and interpreted. There are also some tarot decks scattered around the area with tables that have outlines of different card reading options. Try your hand with a friend! There are helpful booklets providing information on the deeper meaning of each card.

For those less inclined to test out the available decks, there are still those poster-sized versions. Invariably, those who spend any length of time within the castle will find themselves drawn to one of the cards. Perhaps it's the Tower, that harbinger of some sudden change. Perhaps it's the Hermit, a marker for contemplation and a search for something. Whatever the card, those drawn to it will find themselves experiencing… something in the museum or after they leave related to the more dangerous, horrific, or negative aspects of that particular card. Those drawn to the Tower may experience a personal disaster on their way home: struck by a car, tripping and breaking something, losing a large sum of money on a bet. Whatever would be a disaster to them. Those drawn to the Hermit may find themselves feeling increasingly lonely, even when around others. They might feel compelled to act on that, to try to stave off the loneliness as best they can with connection… whether the other person wants them or not. Or perhaps they have a sense that they've lost direction in what they're doing and need assurances or a guide to help them.

The cause of these misfortunes may be difficult to pin down as the effects of the tarot cards may not manifest for a few days up to a week. It seems Fate is waiting for the right moment to touch its prey.



➥ Mod Notes
  • ARRIVAL (November 1 - 30): 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 (or the rubble that used to be part of 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, as well as information about the state of ADI Headquarters.

  • YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT (November 1-15): The signal can happen randomly and more than once, it’s fed through character’s phones and sometimes even random car radios. Characters will find themselves drawn to eating things that absolutely isn’t food, inanimate objects, dirt, leaves, anything that does not consist of a normal or healthy diet. It is up to players whether this comes with hallucinations of it being proper food or if they know full well what they’re eating and simply can’t stop. Other characters can see the ‘food’ for what it is and try to help. While there is a low-level compulsion to eat things that aren’t typically food, characters can resist the urge, they’ll simply find regular food holds no appeal to them while afflicted.

  • PIECES OF YOU AND PIECES OF ME (November 1-8): Not all characters will receive packages, and there is no apparent pattern to who does or does not receive doll parts. Everyone will be generally encouraged to speak up if they know someone is hiding doll parts, and characters may be asked to help take doll parts away from a known recipient (whether by diplomacy or by force). Everyone who does receive the packages will receive them over the course of a single week, one part per package, with multiple packages sometimes arriving in the same day. Everyone who receives doll parts will receive all the matching parts they need to assemble a single doll. When the dolls burn they may cause injuries to characters' hands and so forth; the severity of injuries is up to player discretion. ADI's medical department will do their best to treat wounds, but will not authorize the use of any kind of healing magic for non-fatal burns.

  • THE HEART OF THE CARDS (November 1-21): Characters are welcome to have been cheerfully wrangled for assisting Pam whether they would be the sort to generally assist or not. She is a woman on a mission and will use her Disapproving Grandma face on you if you try to weasel out of helping. For the tarot cards, players may choose whichever Major Arcana card they would like to play with, in terms of effects. It does not necessarily need to be the card you believe represents your character; although, it can be! In terms of interpreting the negative effects of each card, we will leave that up to the players. We simply ask that someone who gets, say, the Tower Card, doesn't have part of ADI HQ suddenly collapse. A restaurant they're in, though? Sure! Go for it. Make everyone around town suffer with you. For those with cards that have more cerebral misfortunes, we encourage folks to think about how those can be used to facilitate CR. E.g., someone who gets the Strength card may experience severe insecurity, leading them to beg others for reassurance. Someone who gets the Empress card may find themselves acting in an overbearing and smothering way toward people, even those they don't know. Someone who gets the Fool may find themselves being especially inconsiderate or starting fights they know they can't win. The tarot card exhibit will disappear after the 21st, off to some other town. The effect on an individual from the tarot cards may be a single instance of something happening or could last up to a few days/a week if the effect is more cerebral/personality-related.
aelwyn_aberration: (pic#15514575)

[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-08 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[She watches the card fall down onto the pile, the only one clearly visible.]

Well, so much for dodging bullets.

[She can appreciate the sudden destruction. She once made a model of a ship out of hand - lovingly crafted it to perfection and then lit it on fire and killed everyone on board.]

You'll fit in. Breaking things is mostly what we do here.
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[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-08 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
The people who spotted you all know about the supernatural. [She pauses.] That's what the luddites in this place call anything that doesn't fit to their pitifully shallow understanding of reality. Magic, creatures that aren't human or animals, elves, horror deities.

[She shrugs and sighs, toying with her hair somewhat as she does so.]

You'll look like yourself while within these premises. We had a talking rat around for a while - when he was glamoured he looked like a full human.
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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-11-08 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Most of us were not monster hunters before we came here. I don't know if that's a consolation, but you're at least in good company.

[A pause, and her smile turns slightly wry.]

Well, company that knows a little bit of how you must be feeling. Come on, I'll walk with you. I'm headed in the right direction anyway.
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[personal profile] hippie_ninja 2022-11-08 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Love one," he agrees, but keeps it simple: black coffee, two sugars. Even the sugar feels extravagant.

"I need to know," he says, taking a seat, uncertain just how the question will be received. "What happens when people die here?"
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[personal profile] bossyboiler 2022-11-08 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Kate sits down across from him. At first, she's uncertain about what he means. It causes her head to tilt to the side. Her mouth opens before a reply is offered. "They're dead."
defendwhatremains: (A cup of tea)

[personal profile] defendwhatremains 2022-11-09 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not a comfort, no, but the sentiment is very much appreciated.

[He turns towards the doors with her, perfectly content to keep to her side or a step back as the sidewalk and crowds demand.]

I'm sure there's something intelligent I ought to be asking, but let's start with manners, shall we? Johnny Summer, pleasure to meet you.
demaelition: (I still love u bea)

[personal profile] demaelition 2022-11-09 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks from the card to the girl with a shrug. Seemed like a good card...even if she had no idea what it stood for. Probably something terrible, but that would just be par for the course right now.]

Really? Well then maybe I am in luck, breaking things is about what I'm good at. [She rests her elbows on the table and puts her chin in her hands.]

I'm Mae.
ruevealing: (but back then)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-10 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Rue delicately raises a clawed hand and gives their fingers a careful little wiggle. Yes, they have quite the intimidating talons but after a lifetime of dealing with them, they know exactly how to navigate through their day-to-day enough to never nick or slice anything.

Their beautiful dresses wouldn't last very long otherwise.]


I will be gentle, Dr. McKay. You have my word.

[They'll just wait for his offer, if it pleases him to lend them his arm.]

I must admit, my knowledge on such subjects is lacking. My own passion has always laid with putting together events - weddings, engagements, and the like - but the sciences have always been most intriguing. You must be exceptionally sharp of mind.
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[personal profile] sneakery 2022-11-10 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[When they call to him the change in his carriage is immediate; the stiff line of Hob's shoulders softens and, somehow, he finds the room in his impeccable posture to stand taller. Even through the glamour, with its strangely blunted teeth, the breadth of his smile is striking. There is no hesitation, no lack of recognition, before he goes to them. No magic, no matter how fine, could ever conceal their honeyed voice, after all.]

Delloso.

[Hob says their name with awe, like always, and then—the smile fades. A furrow of concern appears between brows too expressive to be contained. Rue is here, in the glamour he is so sure they hate. They shouldn't be here, surely? Not that he's about to reject this gift, but...]

What brings you here? I wasn't told—[Many things. Irksome as it is, given his previous position of command, it has been made clear to him that some things are on a need to know basis and that he, Hob, does not need to know. He corrects himself, words chosen carefully, as they often are.] I was given to understand that this was to be a solo endeavor.

[There it is again, that pinch. Hob cups their finely feathered cheek in a palm that looks strange and feels familiar, lowering his voice to a concerned murmur.]

Beloved, is something amiss?
ruevealing: (i make love)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-10 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Though his hand appears bare, Rue's cheek tips into the touch immediately once they feel Hob's furry palm slide over their feathers. Oh, it's such a small thing, but just this simple touch makes them feel grounded again.]

No, nothing like that. I only - [It's strange to look at their darling Hob and see someone else's face, but then again, glamours had always been popular among the Archfey. It's just so startling to think of Hob using one.]

I know it sounds foolish, but I missed you. [There's the barest of touches of their hand to his against their cheek, as if, without thinking, Rue is overthinking their every move within their glamour, trying to hide their claws.]

Sitting inside and waiting made me feel so useless, so I asked to help. I know I have no experience in patrolling, but I thought I could be of use to you.
ruevealing: (i am not the problem)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-11 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Eda's obvious exasperation - with the situation, Rue assumes, more than with them - has the owlbear's own expression shifting into one of matching apprehension, their beak clicking with worry.

And oh, what a worry it is.]


Oh. [Rue's claws grasp together in front of them, their posture straightening, fully composed even in their unease.] I see. However we've all managed to arrive to this place, we are just - [a beat, a careful, thoughtful beat.] We are all trapped together. So there is no hope in returning back to Faerie at this time?

[It's distressing, certainly, but besides a little pinch between their feathery brows, Rue seems to be handling the news as well as can be.] I admit the timing couldn't have been better.
ruevealing: (i am not the problem)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-11 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, the ridiculousness is not lost on Rue - who by sheer size and species should very well be able to protect themselves - but they have lived a sheltered life, a courtly jewel living in a gilded hall. Rue has never had to defend themselves in a fight and has, most certainly, never once raised their beastly claws up in attack. The very idea is so foreign to them, they wouldn't know where to even begin.

But thankfully, today isn't the day they have to find out.

Even against their owlish features, the relief in Rue's countenance is enormous, their dark eyes going soft as they pick up the hem of their extravagant dress and quickly race after him. There's a soft tremble in their limbs, the feathers in their wings ruffled, as if the very idea of being left behind had frightened them to their core.]


Oh, thank you, Dr. Watson. Thank you. I will make it up to you in the future, but for right now, I must thank you for your kindness towards me.
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[personal profile] sneakery 2022-11-11 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ah... [Now that they've spoken their piece it makes perfect sense. Rue has been, from the moment they met, the most industrious Archfey Hob has ever seen. To go from the chaos of the Bloom to having no place or purpose must be quite a shock, he thinks, unseen ears pinning back. His thoughts bleed to shameful chastisement: he should have anticipated this and acted accordingly, should have known, what a fool he is.] Of course. Another pair of eyes are always welcome, especially when they are as sharply observant as yours.

[His thumb finds a ruffling of feathers, smoothing them back into place before he draws his hand away. Instead he offers his arm and a smile. Smaller than it might be, but it warms his eyes all the same.]

I couldn't ask for anything more delightful than your company, Rue. I apologize for my oversight in not asking for it in the first place.
ruevealing: (i am pretty)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-11 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Hob's observation isn't wrong. Though Rue had always felt uniquely separated from their former court, this wandering representative of the Court of Wonder with no real roots laid down, it has always been a very rare experience for them to actually be alone. And more than that, they are used to working. When not spending years finalizing every last detail of the Bloom, Rue both coordinated and executed some of the most memorable and outrageously extravagant parties Faerie had ever seen. They are used to having their every hour filled up, barely having a moment to think for themselves, and that's exactly how they've liked things.

So to go straight from the beautiful organized chaos of the Bloom to all of this quiet uncertainty? It's going to take some time to get used to.

But to their delight, Hob accepts their help on this patrol, a gentle smoothing of feathers down at their cheek before the man is offering Rue his arm. But before they accept, Rue makes quite the point to catch his gaze.]


I'm at your command.

[Rue stamps a foot, claps twice and hoots with a little flutter of claw-less fingers, the warmth of their soft smile reaching their eyes before they slip closer to take his offered arm. There, now it's official with a goblin salute.]

Nonsense. You have nothing to apologize for, my dearest. [And just the gentlest brush of fingers against the length of his arm, smiling up at Hob.] Everything here is so unfamiliar and odd to me. So when you left, it suddenly made sense that I should follow the one thing I was certain of.
ruevealing: (and I am playful)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-12 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't matter how calmly or matter-of-fact the young elf seems to be, it does next to nothing to soothe the owlbear's rising anxiety over the situation.

Dropped into the Material Plane with no way back? Strangely disconnected from the very magic that's been such an integral part of them their whole life? Rue can handle all of that with their usual composure and grace, but the very thought of having to slip right back into the glamour they've only just freed themselves of? It's just... so much.]


So it's an expectation of anyone who doesn't fit into that mold. [A beat, a careful clacking of their beak, clawed hands clutched together in front of them.] But it is only outside of this place, yes? So I must stay here?
edalyn: (dana!tired)

[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-12 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
[While it's sometimes fun to be ominous to make a point or get a reaction, Eda doesn't enjoy making people genuinely worry. In fact she tends to shy away from explaining the realities of dire situations more often than she should.

But someone needs to fill them in on this place, and if it's not her it'll be the orientation guys... or judging by the humans' reactions, the security guys. She's not especially fond of either set of guys. She nods.]


Unless you've got a working portal hidden in that dress somewhere, there's pretty much none.

[And even then, she's not sure one would work properly here. She starts to say something else, then thinks about the last part of what they said.] Wait, it couldn't have been better? How bad was the show you were watching? [She laughs, more of an undignified little snort.

ruevealing: (any part of my plan)

[personal profile] ruevealing 2022-11-12 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[It happens so suddenly. Rue has spent the last few millennia so fully in control of their every emotion, every smile and chuckle and selfish delight pressed close to their chest. But Eda's question drags such a real, genuine laugh from the owlbear, a hooting trill of a sound, that Rue is surprised by how foreign their own laugh is even to them.

But it's real and that feels like the most freeing thing in the world.]


Truly? [There's no hiding the playful gleam in their eye, a clawed hand coming up to delicately cover their beak as if speaking a long-held secret into the world.] The casting was simply wretched, the lead just wasn't right for the tone of the production.

[how scandalous, rue!]

But no, I mean only that the end-of-the-world business we were dealing with back home had only just concluded. Rather peacefully, I might add. [Besides the singular dead prince, but meh.] As inconvenient as being drawn here is, at least whatever force that brought me waited until that matter had been settled.
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[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-12 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Look," he starts defensively. "There's... creatures here that apparently eat the nightmares out of our brains, or something like that. So maybe we shouldn't exclude the possibility of rocks that..."

Want to jump into peoples mouth to get eaten? Okay, fine, let him just. Not finish that sentence.

"Hey, whoa, what are you--"

And then she's walking on cars. Rodney stares at her dubiously but his look suggests that he categorizes this as a young person thing than anything rock food related.

"I'm not coming up there," he clarifies either way. If that was ever on the table.

Instead, he walks next to the cars, listening to her story and frowning.

"Maybe you should go to medical. Change of taste buds could be a symptom of... well, of something."
energyfieldgood: ([neutral] briefing)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-12 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, come on. Don't pretend you don't know?

[This isn't... exactly going as planned and that leaves him at a loss, his mouth opening, closing. Should he switch gears?]

The packages? ADI's notes all over the place about reporting suspicious activity? And here you are, with... stuff!
energyfieldgood: ([tech] monitor)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-12 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Gladly.

[Rodney looks up at him, frowning. He's not sure where Johnny is going with this but he knows that kind of performance. The guy has a plan.

Well, might as well. He pushes himself up, crossing his arms.]


Lying, huh? What are you gonna do? The whole I-ate-something-bad-and-now-I'm-sick routine?
energyfieldgood: ([negative] clearly)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-12 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
That is so stupid.

[Except is it really? Because he's pretty freaked out. What if he starts eating something really dangerous, like blades or detergents?]

Which Entity are you thinking? Is it Flesh? You think they heard us?

[Rodney tilts his head back, calling up to the sky and pointing at Sheppard.]

Look, he said Slaughter would kick your ass, not me!?
energyfieldgood: ([happy] hyperfixation)

[personal profile] energyfieldgood 2022-11-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[There would have been a good chance Rodney would have made some disparaging remark at that, some careless joke about the triviality of such event planning. But as it is, Rue keeps saying exactly the right things and it has him so cheerful he doesn't mind. He even sticks out his arm - albeit hesitatingly and still glancing at the talons from time to time.]

I am.

[There is no humble note in it, no grace in accepting the compliment. Just self-assured conviction... but also a genuine joy at the acknowledgement. This is important to him. Very much so.]

I think we should start retracing our steps. ... And find a system for me to hack into but we can do that on the side.

What's the last thing you remember? Bevor getting here, I mean. Where were you? What were you doing?
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Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] musicdied 2022-11-13 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Is there an uptick of incidences of non-ADI personnel being hospitalized for putting strange things in their mouths?
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[personal profile] aelwyn_aberration 2022-11-13 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
You can leave but there's no telling if you'll be safe. [She shrugs. In some ways she sympathizes, the way that they've defanged her and told her that everything she has ever built her life around is nothing more than an addiction she should kick makes her hate them all.]

In the ADI owned buildings and in Bonny's Flophouse, you can look however you want.
edalyn: (dana!dapper)

[personal profile] edalyn 2022-11-13 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Eda isn't fully expecting that to land, let alone for them to look as surprised by it as they do. But she loves making people laugh, so she's counting it as a win. The trill and the surprise are both very endearing, and it's possible the whole reaction gets another tiny blush. (Dammit. Pull yourself together Edalyn, you're a forty-six going on sixty year old woman.)

The catty little comment, on the other hand, gets a chuckle--mainly for the secretive attitude. It takes her a moment to place who she's suddenly reminded of, though. Oh dear Titan, they sound like Darius. She'd almost successfully forgotten her theatre kid days. Wild to suddenly remember that the government official she almost assassinated recently was also her highschool frenemy-slash-casting-director.

Fortunately, the actual explanation draws her back to the topic at hand.]


Oh yeah? Lucky. This place usually seems to have amazing or terrible timing. [Or, somehow, both at once. There's a touch of snark on the word lucky but it's not as if she'd rather they had less luck.]
Edited 2022-11-13 09:53 (UTC)

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