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Entry tags:
- *event,
- *open,
- april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- edward nygma | riddler,
- eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- felicia hardy | black cat,
- gilbert nightray | n/a,
- jack bauer | man of the hour,
- jessica jones | n/a,
- julian keller | hellion,
- karkat vantas | threshecutioner,
- kate kane | batwoman,
- kenzi | n/a,
- mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- nick fury | gemini,
- norman osborn | the green goblin,
- rick bradbury | n/a,
- rin tohsaka | n/a,
- rose lalonde | seer of light,
- ruka | gallitrap,
- tony stark | iron man,
- troy barnes | the truest repairman,
- † angelica jones | firestar,
- † arturia pendragon | saber,
- † bender rodriguez | superking,
- † curt connors | n/a,
- † eve | miss moneypenny,
- † gamzee makara | mirthful messiahs,
- † hank mccoy | beast,
- † helena wayne | huntress,
- † jason grace | n/a,
- † khashoggi | n/a,
- † m'gann m'orzz | miss martian,
- † mami tomoe | n/a,
- † max dillon | electro,
- † natasha romanov | black widow,
- † sofia mantega | wind dancer,
- † stephen strange | dr. strange
EARTH 5746JK1278!W welcomes you, hero.
WHO: Any imPort transported to Metricog of Earth 5746JK1278!W.
WHERE: The city of Metricog.
WHEN: The moment of midnight February 24th, 2013 to the moment of midnight February 28th, 2013.
SUMMARY: Now stolen away to a strange city of a strange world, our heroes are left to their own devices in their efforts for answers!
FORMAT: Whatever the player chooses.
This is the city Metricog. It is quite unlike the City you were living in but a few moments ago. However, in terms of global placement, it IS the City. Metricog belongs to a steampunk world with towering buildings of steel and smoke stacks rising to the sun. Streets are paved with bolts. Cogs and copper clocks and brass valves are etched into every alley, every concave. You will be sequestered from your world to this strange land FOR FOUR DAYS and greeted by stranger inhabitants: natives of Metricog are sentient and can communicate with you in a verbal-to-audio manner that you can understand (how strange), but they are not fleshed. They are natives made of oil, of coal, of natural gas – or of mechanics. There are androids so very human-like with their follicle wires or they are bodiless walls of machinery lining rooms and halls that see and listen and speak. The range is as wild as your imagination.
The atmosphere of Metricog twins what your City atmosphere is like – but not for the same reasons. Your very ability to breathe oxygen at ground level is dependent on the fifty house-sized bellows scattered about the cityscape. These provide a frequency of communication unique to the citizens of Metricog, no imPort can understand it directly. The fact that imPorts can survive the byproduct of these machines is pure coincidence. If anything were to happen to even one of these bellows, your oxygen levels would suffer. If two? You would find it hard to focus, to think, your blood would slow. If three? Try not to think about if three.
Any flora or fauna you might be remotely familiar with are secluded to well-protected glass biomes. Rabbits, pigeons and rats are collected under flower bushes and stubby shrubs and young groves in three separate biomes. Each biome is differentiated from the other in some way, even if they have overlapping elements. All are where Central Park would be.
Suffice to say, organic organisms like most (BUT NOTABLY, NOT ALL) imPorts are a rarity. So you will find it VERY peculiar when the native mayor of Metricog greets you and tells you that your flesh-and-blood brothers who had come just the day before!
Wait, what?
Yes, you’re only the second group to debut EARTH 5746JK1278!W. There's a reason why you were brought here by the omnipotent Lachesis (who gained her superior power and changed the world -- and the universe -- two years ago). You may not know it, but you're on the tail of five Vulcanus Skrull agents. They are all empowered in a special way that only Vulcanus can connive, and they are hiding from you. They do not want you here, it was never planned for you to come here. These agents have their own mission for Vulcanus, and it's to learn how to mine this world for fuel. After all, a war against imPorts needs fuel, and half the natives of Metricog are just the ticket. But you don't know that. All you know is what you're told from the mechanic and fueled denizens of Metricog: that your brothers had already come!
If there are people like you here, you need to find them. What if they're other imPorts? What if they're City natives? What if they can help you?
What if they have answers?
WHERE: The city of Metricog.
WHEN: The moment of midnight February 24th, 2013 to the moment of midnight February 28th, 2013.
SUMMARY: Now stolen away to a strange city of a strange world, our heroes are left to their own devices in their efforts for answers!
FORMAT: Whatever the player chooses.
This is the city Metricog. It is quite unlike the City you were living in but a few moments ago. However, in terms of global placement, it IS the City. Metricog belongs to a steampunk world with towering buildings of steel and smoke stacks rising to the sun. Streets are paved with bolts. Cogs and copper clocks and brass valves are etched into every alley, every concave. You will be sequestered from your world to this strange land FOR FOUR DAYS and greeted by stranger inhabitants: natives of Metricog are sentient and can communicate with you in a verbal-to-audio manner that you can understand (how strange), but they are not fleshed. They are natives made of oil, of coal, of natural gas – or of mechanics. There are androids so very human-like with their follicle wires or they are bodiless walls of machinery lining rooms and halls that see and listen and speak. The range is as wild as your imagination.
The atmosphere of Metricog twins what your City atmosphere is like – but not for the same reasons. Your very ability to breathe oxygen at ground level is dependent on the fifty house-sized bellows scattered about the cityscape. These provide a frequency of communication unique to the citizens of Metricog, no imPort can understand it directly. The fact that imPorts can survive the byproduct of these machines is pure coincidence. If anything were to happen to even one of these bellows, your oxygen levels would suffer. If two? You would find it hard to focus, to think, your blood would slow. If three? Try not to think about if three.
Any flora or fauna you might be remotely familiar with are secluded to well-protected glass biomes. Rabbits, pigeons and rats are collected under flower bushes and stubby shrubs and young groves in three separate biomes. Each biome is differentiated from the other in some way, even if they have overlapping elements. All are where Central Park would be.
Suffice to say, organic organisms like most (BUT NOTABLY, NOT ALL) imPorts are a rarity. So you will find it VERY peculiar when the native mayor of Metricog greets you and tells you that your flesh-and-blood brothers who had come just the day before!
Wait, what?
Yes, you’re only the second group to debut EARTH 5746JK1278!W. There's a reason why you were brought here by the omnipotent Lachesis (who gained her superior power and changed the world -- and the universe -- two years ago). You may not know it, but you're on the tail of five Vulcanus Skrull agents. They are all empowered in a special way that only Vulcanus can connive, and they are hiding from you. They do not want you here, it was never planned for you to come here. These agents have their own mission for Vulcanus, and it's to learn how to mine this world for fuel. After all, a war against imPorts needs fuel, and half the natives of Metricog are just the ticket. But you don't know that. All you know is what you're told from the mechanic and fueled denizens of Metricog: that your brothers had already come!
If there are people like you here, you need to find them. What if they're other imPorts? What if they're City natives? What if they can help you?
What if they have answers?
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Starting with a chuckle a smile cracked on his face and began working on small cracks in drier than normal makeup. Proceeding on Gamzee moved to a different part of the rail, just finger tips out of Eddie's reach. Draping himself on what he could Gamzee said:]
Hey, motherfucker. How's it hanging?
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Makara. What do you know about this?
[The accusation was spat. The stench of the seasludge wafted upwards.]
no subject
You all mean your slipping condition, bro? Where you're at? The fuck's going on general like?
[Then he straightened himself up and leaned his face in as close as he dared, keeping a watchful eye out for a darting hand or flying spit. The smile was only just barely there.]
Don't know that I want to answer a brother who ain't being polite. Or even motherfucking funny
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The obvious risk was nevertheless gripping.]
Here, and not just wherever-the-hell "here" is, but here, as in right here next to me?
[If Gamzee thought Eddie's skin was thinner than usual in this oiled moment, he was quite right.]
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You're always good for a delivery on a punchline, Eddie.
As for where we're all at, don't know much about it. Didn't stick around too long to make noise at the metal brothers and sisters up in here.
Only thing next to yourself is me and the rail, bro.
[A brief pause as he let his eyes narrow a bit.]
And, motherfucker, you'd be at me knees for trying that shit before long. I'd all get a piece of yourself for my collection before I got finished with yourself no motherfucker would get his listen on well enough to get to you before I cut something off you.
Karkat wouldn't even be able to get his yell on because you'd have attacked first.
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For your what? Your collection? [His cries were pitched, indignant, and macabre in their irrepressible curiosity. The pointed promise to add bits of Eddie, if the deputy mayor pushed the troll, were absorbed but unremarked upon.]
Does Karkat know about this collection?
[The most pressing matter, when one was just barely hanging on.]
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Been easier to fucking keep it since I got to keeping everything right. No smells now just pieces that look better on their own like flowers you all tear off their roots.
Faces are much better than those fucking things though.
[Laughing again he leans a little closer than he meant to.]
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Aren't you a charmer? [Eddie's tone is leaked through gritted teeth.] Learning a sharper edge by way of your moirail. Preserved body parts that won't smell! He'd be so proud, I'm sure.
[Gamzee's nearness caused Eddie to tense -- a reaction that was pretty painful, given his current predicament.]
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What's important is yourself dangling above that what might eat your skin like my flesrippers did all the stuffed shit up in the hive.
[And then Gamzee pulled his voice down much like concrete shoes sink bubbling bodies into cold darkness, his louder voice gone dark for awhile.]
Your ownself all want out of this fucking predicament, my pink fleshed brother? A delivery to the land above won't cost you much.