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capemods ([personal profile] capemods) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2013-04-21 08:58 pm

THE GOTTALA TREIFYU

WHO: ImPorts.
WHERE: Gottala Treifyu of TíraFórsae.
WHEN: April 21st 2013 noon to April 25th 11:59 PM.
WARNINGS: Possible violence, gore.
SUMMARY: Off-world adventure on EARTH KLADSUO834LKSFDLKJ8718=LAJD
FORMAT: Whatever.



[It looked like a Frigate ballooned out, twenty times its natural size. This Gottala of wood and steel does indeed conjure the idea of a Man-O-War, with its thrusting, skybound mast and intimidating array of long, cold gunlike cannons lining its front and side. There's a warlike air about the bearing of the Gottala, something instinctively offensive, as if the entire concept of this city-ship is to scavenge the flayed flesh of those less fortunate than they are.

Which rather befits a piratical ship, doesn't it?

This mammoth of a ship is remarkable, and seemingly deviant of normal floatation physics -- but it's by no means the largest of the Gottalas. This one houses perhaps 8,000 people, and most of that populace is made of young adults, the equivalent of your hip twentysomethings and almost as rabid on board as in a trendy thrift shop.

Upon its slight concave back, in the very middle of the ship, stood what looked to be a village. Upon closer inspection, however, one might notice that very few buildings were dedicated to personal housing: with the exception of a flurry of hostels, most were taverns and entertainment zones – either theatres or gambling dens or even a rare library. Streets are illuminated with strung lanterns, which exudes a real devious atmosphere.

Those on board, for the most part, seem amused by the idea of imPorts. A few will snicker if you introduce yourself as an imPort -- it almost sounds like an unflattering word, doesn't it?
]
liverletdie: (Determined)

[personal profile] liverletdie 2013-04-22 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Waking up in an alternate universe again, naked again was getting to be really old. Tony Stark had arrived on Treifyu, and he'd arrived naked. Whoever decided kidnapping him in the middle of his libations, or stripping him down, or whatever sort of thing they thought they were doing, it was getting old. What was worse was showing up in a bathhouse surrounded by, well, other naked people, and not a great sight amongst any of them.

But, he was here, and he'd been doing his best to absorb as much information as possible. Some of it was easy, some words could be figured out quickly enough. Food, for example, seemed difficult at first, but repetition meant it came together eventually. The best place to find information? Yeah, it was the library. He'd started to try and parse things together, but it didn't come quickly.

Hell, linguistics never did for him, but he could at least try and figure out what was happening.

That was Tony Stark's second morning in this place, and his late evening, afternoon, he tried to spend it on the streets, trying to apply what he'd figured out to varying degrees of success.

Mostly repeating words he'd seen in books, to see what reactions he'd get, and most of them weren't exactly pleasant.
]
acrossyourpath: (cats don't fight spiders)

OPEN

[personal profile] acrossyourpath 2013-04-22 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, this is annoying. Felicia thought a pirate ship could be fun, but anyone that approaches her for most of the day is probably getting yelled or slapped at in the beginning; after enough times, people petting her hair really gets on her nerves.

Her spirit will be perked, though, by the time the raids begin. There isn't much to take, so she is going to have fun kicking pirates in the face.
]
notadartboard: (grah)

OPEN

[personal profile] notadartboard 2013-04-22 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
No matter how much withdrawal gnawed at his mind, it wasn't worse than the hunger gnawing at his insides. Uncomfortable memory. Sanji jumped ship as soon as he could, and didn't need the disdainful looks of the locals to encourage him to find somewhere to get a bath. Food first - but he had no money and didn't know what the local currency was anyway. For the first hour or so after crossing to the Treifyu, he strolled around the streets getting the read of the culture here. It was so much like home - the city-ship looked more familiar, almost like Mocktown on Jaya, and the citizens certainly behaved like it. They were well-off, and no one looked to be starving. His kishido satisfied, Sanji managed to steal a few fruits to see to the hunger.

By the time he had taken care of bathing and eating, and doing his best to gesture his way through not paying for it (at least not right now), the atmosphere around the area was changing. Sanji could tell. No matter how foreign these foreigners were, how little he understood their language, he knew that feeling. They were getting hyped up about something. Something good, judging by the way they acted. In place of cigarettes he ended up in a tavern in an attempt to assuage his withdrawal with booze instead (and wouldn't Zoro laugh at him for that?) and could be found lounging at a table outside under an awning, sampling the local drink and watching the raiders get ready for their raids. Now this could be interesting. And better than ghosts.
foreshadower: Tony Harris. (The Devil's Bottom Bitch)

[personal profile] foreshadower 2013-04-22 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's early enough in the day when they meet. Being touched was normally hardly anything to the Shade, who didn't often mind such things. People were curiosities, and the Shade didn't have any issues with the way people touched, but the past few days had been worse and worse.

He still felt off, and the touching, oh, the touching was beginning to make a normally rather cool under the collar Shade was becoming more and more irritable as time passed, and eventually he snapped, trying very hard to not snap at a person, even while he very violently moved away from the hand reaching toward his face.

Unfortunately, without his shadows to keep him more cool and collected, he was backpeddaling a few steps, sending him into another person. Far too clumsily, he tried to straighten himself, his motions almost drunk, with how slow they were. It was an adjustment.
]
dragonlordbight: (Bight!Thoughtful)

D - Open

[personal profile] dragonlordbight 2013-04-22 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
At one moment he had been in the middle of working on one of the many enchantments within City hall he was tasked with constructing and maintaining, the next he was in the middle of a strange street. It was well honed reactions that saved him from the blade that whipped around towards him.

In that brief moment he shook himself of disorientation and immediately took stock of the fight he'd been thrown into the middle of, several fighters to either side. None of them seemed happy about his appearance, nor eager to halt the fight as another struck out at him.
acrossyourpath: (raise the roof)

[personal profile] acrossyourpath 2013-04-22 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Would you watch where you're going?

[ She snaps, turning angrily, the claws on her gloves popped (thank goodness, in times like these, for her costume). After a moment she retracts them again. ]

Oh. It's you.
foreshadower: (Gentlemen please)

[personal profile] foreshadower 2013-04-22 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Threat of bodily harm? Normally not so much of a deal. The Shade was immortal, and certainly thought it more laughable that someone would threaten him. Not an actual threat, like laughing when a cat play fought.

Without his powers? Suddenly every small threat was a large threat. He stepped back, just a hair too sharply.
]

Yes, it's me. I do apologize, but I found this touching thing a bit too tempting to not try it on my own.
themisfit: (Default)

OPEN

[personal profile] themisfit 2013-04-22 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's something comforting enough about books, both in their familiarity and their knowledge. After a few days of jumping ships, mind twisting and righted once more, social niceties exhausted, battles fought... Yes. There's enough quiet in a book shop, at least, to keep him from clenching his jaw and giving himself headaches over this strange mess.

Plus, the mystery of this place's language is intriguing. The sounds of it are odd, but not, he almost swears, unfamiliar. When he cracks open a book, picked for its uniqueness, he's surprised to find the script readable, that the alphabet wasn't something completely made-from-scratch. It's a jumbled mess of the English alphabet.

And then... Yes. This isn't a bad way to spend a day. Muttering the verse to himself, looking at the illustrations... He's going to need something to write with. This seems fairly informative. ]
xxii_thefool: (you need to fill in)

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[personal profile] xxii_thefool 2013-04-22 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
So far, Minako's visit to Treifyu has been an interesting - if not exactly comfortable - adventure. Of course, it would probably be a lot more interesting if she could understand what anyone around her is saying, but she's hardly going to let that stop her; she's spent the first day, and a good bit of the second as well, exploring the gottala and observing as much as she can, listening intently to the locals as they talk and trying to pick up what she can of their language. Occasionally when she finds a Tiresean who seems particularly friendly she tries, mostly via energetic pantomime, to get them to say the names of things for her, or to read a nearby sign aloud.

She's made such a project of it that she hasn't even really had time to miss her mp3 player, which normally she'd never be this long without. A lot of the language sounds almost like music itself, and she catches herself repeating snatches of it in her head the way she might repeat the lines of a song, and trying to mimic, if not the sounds, then at least a bit of the cadence, as though that might somehow help her to communicate.

Today she's found a library and she's been picking books more or less at random, studying the pages for anything that she might manage to recognize as a word, looking for pictures of things she's learned the names of. She feels like she's making progress, although without anyone to reliably tell her whether or not she's getting it right, there's no way to be sure.

When she comes across the drawings of Skrulls in that one leather-bound book, though, Minako knows she's found something important, and in an instant not knowing the language has gone from an interesting challenge to a source of intense frustration. One after another she piles open books up around the big old tome, searching for similar lines, resorting to making her best effort at sounding it out aloud: "Tee, bye-- no, that's wrong, more like baychi, feeah, why..."

If all else fails, she thinks, maybe she can at least memorize the lines, and hope to find someone who can translate it for her later.
Edited 2013-04-22 17:36 (UTC)
seeksherownsalvation: (AMEN.)

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[personal profile] seeksherownsalvation 2013-04-22 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And if you're just wandering the streets, you may come across a redheaded teenage girl dashing madly away from a handful of locals, a small bag of fruit clutched in her arms. ]

You're pirates here! Pirates! I heard you talking about that raid! You don't get to complain when someone steals from you!

[ In her haste to flee, she may even run into someone... ]
aggressiveapathy: (stranger danger)

[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2013-04-22 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Unlike everyone else in the bathhouse, April was fully clothed. Like everyone there, however, she was now soaking freaking wet. And she had liked this shirt. But rather than slosh immediately out, she was venting her rage though sitting in the middle of the pool area, arms crossed, contemplating whether dedicating the rest of her life to terrorism against the porter would really be that bad a thing. It would be more work, okay, which was bad. But there had to be some great job satisfaction there. There really did.

"Did no one invent bathrooms on the world yet."
out_of_time: Jack running with a gun (We're running out of time!)

[personal profile] out_of_time 2013-04-23 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Lachesis in her wisdom saw fit to plunk Jack Bauer down in the street right next to Bight. He'd been through enough previous unexpected teleportations to not waste too much time being confused. Jack recognized the sensation as the Porter took him, had an instant to realize what was happening, and like Bight he lost no time shaking off the confusion and acting on instinct.

He saw that he was surrounded by hostile non-humans with blades and one apparent human under attack. Jack's reflexes kicked in and he moved to assist without a word, knocking aside the knife arm swiping at Bight.
acrossyourpath: (dismissive)

[personal profile] acrossyourpath 2013-04-23 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Keep that up and you're liable to lose a few fingers.

[ She crosses her arms, looking him over. ]

Most people don't like being surprised.
out_of_time: Jack looks irritated (Annoyed)

[personal profile] out_of_time 2013-04-23 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Jack Bauer entered the tavern with a scowl on his face, looking left, then right, seemingly ignoring the appraising glances he got as one of the only non-Tiriseans in the room. The last couple days in another universe had apparently not been kind to Jack. He sported bruises on his cheek and a rough beard on his face, and didn't look like he'd had a chance to bathe or change his clothes. Being in unfamliar territory surrounded by criminals- especially ones he couldn't even communicate with- had resulted in Jack getting in a lot of fights.

He saw Sanji sitting, made a beeline for him, took a seat at his table without being invited. Jack looked over his shoulder at the raiders arming themselves before he spoke. "You're an ImPort?"

It was a hopefully unnecessary question, but as far as Jack was concerned he couldn't be too careful. He still had no solid intel about the real situation here- for all he knew, people from other universes than the City's had been sent here as well.
klutziness: castledust @ LJ (lucky strike)

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[personal profile] klutziness 2013-04-23 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[She has been in this weird world for less than an hour and she's already fixing to get into trouble.

The switch into the Lady Luck dressphere had been quick and flawless, and the locals have really taken to it. More so when she'd sat down to play dice with them--less so when she'd gone on a fourteen-round winning streak. She had, however, gathered her own little cheerleading squad, who were crowded behind her to whoop and pump their fists whenever she won again. Money (of some sort) was changing hands in front of and behind her, and there's a wide grin on her face. She can't understand what they're saying and she figures they don't know what she's saying either, so she doesn't feel bad slipping between English and Al Bhed as she grabs the dice up again.]


Alright, kioc. You ready for another round? Kuut milg paydehk sa. Lady Luck never loses!
notadartboard: (suspicious)

[personal profile] notadartboard 2013-04-23 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Sanji's head snapped in his direction at the intrusion, but the welcome sound of understandable speech eased his jagged nerves for a moment. "Don't sneak up like that on a guy who hasn't had a cigarette in three days," he growled, but set the bottle of whatever passed for ale in this world between them. A wordless invitation. "You look like I feel right now."

He took his heavy-soled brogue down off the table and leaned in closer. "Is it that obvious? Oh, right, we're the only two human beings in this bar." He shot a wary look at the table next door of pointy-eared, fish-eyed fellows. As his gaze wandered back toward Jack, he remembered something. Something from the apartment, a file? A photo? "You're that guy my beautiful Callie has been working so hard to get out of prison," he realized.
liverletdie: (Flirt | Nekkid)

[personal profile] liverletdie 2013-04-23 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't really know her that well, but he recognized her face in the way that he recognized most faces that made themselves known on the network from time to time. His brain, after all, was a computer. He gave her a faint, half-grin, eyebrow lifting.

At least he didn't have to deal with ruined clothing, although dealing with being in a bathhouse wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting.

Especially since he'd been, well--

This was the second time he'd been getting ready to do something, and he'd been rather forcefully pulled away. Thank god for excellent security.

"At least not private ones," he answered, leaning against the edge.

Alright, it was awful, but hey, at least a nice bath was still a nice bath.
foreshadower: (Who actually knocked me out?)

[personal profile] foreshadower 2013-04-23 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
No, of course they do not.

[ He waved his cane, entirely blasé once more. He was hardly going to let his current distress come through even before another import. ]

They neither like not fitting in, either.
acrossyourpath: (not impressed)

[personal profile] acrossyourpath 2013-04-23 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ She still looks at him, very displeased, before she looks around the place again. ]

I think they dislike others who don't fit in even more, by the look and feels of things. I've been getting weird looks and touches all day.
foreshadower: Tony Harris. (Grim)

[personal profile] foreshadower 2013-04-23 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Shade didn't even bother to notice that she was displeased. Honestly, in most situations, the charm would be higher than anything else, but right now, he was still rather lost. Give a man powers for 200 years, and living without them seemed to make him lose his sense of self.

Or perhaps it simply made him more human.
]

As have I. I’m not certain if there’s something they want, or if it’s merely the novelty. At least in the City, they only find us distasteful.

[ He couldn’t believe the time had come that he was looking on the City fondly. ]

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