acatalepsy_logs | World Jump #2: Struxta

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welcome to
the collected nations of struxta.

It will happen at random- you could be asleep, or wandering the Temple, or a variety of other options. It will feel a little strange, like a sudden warmth spreading across your skin, and then your bracelet will light up. When you blink again, everything has shifted - changed, developed, like in that blink of an eye you have advanced thousands of years into the future.

Around you is a city, a technological marvel. Buildings rise up from the dirt and through the clouds, figures of all shapes and sizes buzz around you. They seem to pay you little mind - a quick glance, maybe a pause, and then they will continue on their away. Ahead, there is a low rumble of thunder, a dim flash of light. It doesn't seem to be raining, but there is an electric hum in the air.

A NOTE FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD WITCH

But before anything too weird can happen . . . your watch flashes again, beeps once, and on it has a new message, a hologram-sparkly image with a young woman who (to some individuals!) looks a fair bit brighter than she did a few weeks ago. To those who are new, you will recognize the voice -- Astoria, the guardian of the Temple (or, if you're a bit more pessimistic, your effervescent kidnapper).

"Hello, my beloved travelers ♥ and new ones, too! My name is Lady Astoria the Witchess-san." The way she says it, though, it is very clearly something of a joke. "I'm so glad you are settling in, adjusting to your new powers . . . I apologize for not coming forward and greeting you all like last time. But I am feeling much more like myself, and ready to send you to a new world ♥

This one is named Struxta . . . Struxa? No, I think it's Struxta. It's very metal. I'm not sure what's wrong in this world . . . but I can feel something building. Pulsing, it's very chaotic. I'm afraid I can't be more detailed than that, I did have a headache earlier . . . Akira told me I was fine ♥" And, again, you can likely guess that Akira definitely did no such thing. Astoria clasps her hands, her bright blue eyes shining, with a bright smile. "Now! Please be safe, and please mind your manners, and tell me all about it when you return! I'll see you soon. ♥"

And, just like that? The humming in the air grows louder, you feel an odd tug in your stomach, and before you can properly adjust yourself to the sensation of being cast across the universe . . . you find yourself in Struxta. (Astoria, it seems, did have it right the first time.)

THE HOSTEL

Just as it was in El Minha, it appears that upon arrival, each character is outfitted with a room at one of the largest, arguably most impressive skyscrapers in the city. Nearly two hundred stories tall, and with each floor containing nearly sixty rooms. Every floor, every room, every door is of the highest tech and the more advanced security. The watches that Astoria has given each of the Circle Members act, in many ways, like a key, a credit card, an ID, and any other form of identification the players will need during their stay.

The rooms themselves are simple - one bed, roughly full sized, with a light, a desk, a chair, and a variety of plugs and buttons. Characters are welcome, if they are able to find the appropriate plug, to charge any and all devices they may have. There is a TV of sorts in the room as well, with access to all manner of shows and news stations.

The bottom floor of the building is almost as large as a city block. It is open, sleek, and clean-cut. A kind of open meeting room, which has - upon inspection - been modified to include what appears to be a restaurant. Which, given the fact the group of Circle members who have arrived in the city are the only natural bodies around? Includes the fact you are the only members of the city who have to consume food and nutrients. Upon even closer inspection, the technology used to make the food seems a few decades behind that of the rest of the city, but it still works, and the food can still be produced. It might taste a little weird and turn out to be some sort of glorified goop, but it has some nutritional value.

The rest of the floor has a variety of seating arrangements and places to sit and chat with your other Circle members, but beyond the Welcome Committee, who is set up on the far northern corner, there doesn't seem to be many of the natives walking through.

THE SUPER CENTER

Have you ever wanted to go shopping in the most technologically advanced superstore possible? Here is your chance! It appears that if you use your watch, you have been given a moderate amount of credit to buy clothing, toys, electronics, items, and anything else that might suit your fancy. You will not have enough to buy anything significant, such as limbs, organs, advanced computer technology, etc. But you are more than welcome to find a job to help collected more credits! Many of the stores within the Supercenter are hiring - greeters, cashiers, manual labor, errand runners, and everything in between!

The Supercenter is attached, as most of the buildings seem to be in this city, by a roadway of interlocking bridges and stairways- to a point that you could, if you wanted to, move about the entire city without stepping foot outside. There are bridges on every level of the Supercenter, as well as a network of pathways and semi-roadways within the center itself.

There are no restaurants or bars, but there are plenty of areas to relax and ~~people~~ robot watch if you so desire. Otherwise, shop, explore, find weird mechanical devices of the likes you could never imagine back home. There are all manner of stores, some art galleries, music centers, arcades, and more here. There is no limit to what you can find and what you can experience.

Everything is automated, but there are still helpful employees of various appearances at each of the stories to help you decide and browse- small, flying blocks that speak in primarily beeping noises that (thanks to Astoria's wonderful watches) you can somehow understand, completely human-appearing androids of the utmost style and elegance, and everything in between. Take your time, do a little shopping or go to work, and enjoy the pique of futuristic capitalism.

THE RACES

In the south-eastern district of the city, a large section of the city has been modified into a multi-level, vast, complicated race track of sorts. Think Tron, meets Speed Racer, meets a type of racing that is something all their own. It's fun as hell, fast as hell, and dangerous as hell. Sounds great, right?

What is simply known as ‘Racing’ here in Struxta is complicated, but at its heart is exactly what it says: it is a race. A race of cars, bikes, and everything in between through an obstacle course of everything you can imagine. It seems to all be linked, electronically, to a motherboard that decides - each race - what the drivers will find. Each race was drastically different, with dangers galore. One day you might find that the road is full of spikes, the next it might be slick as oil, there could be loops that defy gravity and breaks in the road that seem to be impossible to cross, but that's what the modifications and specialists in the garages are for, right?

The rules are simple: if you have a vehicle, and you have a driver, you are allowed to race. First one to complete the track, wins.

Surrounding the main track is an entire industry of shops, stores, garages, meeting places, lounge areas, and viewing rooms. There are robots who make entire livings on the industry surrounding the Races, without ever having to step food onto the course. Some of the areas will be cleaner, like the rest of the city, while others may air on the side of back-house garages. While there won't be any dirt or natural life forms, for the first time you might catch sight of rusted metal, oil slicks, broken down previous versions of what's out on the road. There are some practice tracks, some experimental safety sections to test out new additions, etc.

The one thing that holds everyone together, here, is the excitement around watching. The excitement around the competition. There are Races every five days, so that gives you just enough to get settled. And maybe find a car.

THE LIBRARY

As many have already come to hear, there are plenty of libraries and museums all across Struxta. However, there is one that is known as The Library, which archives anything and everything in the history of all of Struxta, spanning back its entire history, over thousands and thousands of years. The building itself is as large and impressive as The Hostel, nearly two hundred stories tall, possibly more, and as wide and long as a city block. But where in the Hostel each floor had been made up of rooms, each of these floors are large, open areas, with dark, imposing servers held behind tight, clean cabinets.

No one else seems to be here, which gives the impression that The Library is not open to just any native of Struxta, and that in fact - as members of the Circle you are being given special access to what would normally be off-limits.

In the middle of each floor, there is a small collection of tables, with large screens. These touch-screens will be your access into the Library archives. And that is the thing - you will have access to everything, but as it turns out, everything really means everything, and with backups spanning the course of thousands of years in the past, it will take a lot of time and a lot of energy and a lot of research determination to find anything of use. Not because it is difficult, just because it is so massive and so overwhelming.

The only natives you will find will be on the first floor, as a kind of secretarial position for the building. They are more than happy to try and help guide you through the search process, but they will not follow you up to any of the other floors, and there is a distinct feeling of being entirely alone when you do go up to begin your search. Alone, but watched, somehow.

Remember- if there is something that you wish to look up specifically, please ask over on the world interactions post so we can be sure that the correct information is shared! The best way to go about finding something in the Library will be going at search terms in teams, as there is so much information there is no way one person will be able to wade through it all.

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore. If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the mod questions thread back in the OOC post from before! And if you have any ideas regarding how your character will interact with the world, also feel free to check back into the world interactions comment from the OOC post from before, as well!

From this point forward, the Circle has become involved with the Collected Nations of Struxta. What your character finds out, decides, and does from here on out will affect the future of this city- one way or another! But what you do is completely up to you. What you discover, explore, and uncover will be yours to discover, explore, and uncover. Who knows what you might find? :)

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Really?

[She may seem a bit too excited to hear him say that he wasn't familiar with this sort of place. Maybe she should be looking for someone who was, but.

It's exhausting. Being the wrong one all the time. The confused one. So if he was also lost-]

It is better to stick together, right?

I think so. Strength in numbers, right?

[ Arenvald might not stand out quite as much as she does, but he is wandering a high-tech city wearing a suit of armor and toting around a sword and shield. ]

I’m Arenvald. What’s your name?

[It was definitely right. And she definitely doesn't want to be alone in this giant metal monstrosity of a city, so Konoha is quick to nod her agreement before she moves into a low bow, fingers wringing together over her equine chest as her spine dips into the movement.]

I'm Konoha, Mister... Arenvald.

[Did she pronounce that right???]

Are you... a warrior?

[Samurai doesn't seem right, with that... strange shaped weapon and aromr, but-]

[ Oh, uh. He’s not used to being bowed to, and he awkwardly rubs a hand over the back of his neck. ]

You don’t have to… Just Arenvald is fine. It’s nice to meet you, Konoha.

[ He says it a bit slower for her, trying to be clear so she gets it. Her own name sounds Hingan to his ears, and he no doubt stumbles over it a bit as well. It’s a learning process. ]

Something like that, yeah. Not that I’ve had much use for a sword and shield in this place, but it’s sort of comforting to have them around.

[He says "not much use", but her eyes still slip anxiously back to their surroundings. Sure, no one has attacked yet, but.]

You don't think this place is dangerous?

[Maybe to a warrior it... wasn't? Konoha feels somewhat helplessly like the only one as confused as she is, looking back a bit guiltily.]

I think that remains to be seen, but nobody’s outright attacked me yet.

[ He frowns, seeing her clear anxiousness and discomfort. Arenvald has always liked to think he’s adaptable, but that’s not a trait everyone shares. ]

I’m sorry. It’s really overwhelming here, isn’t it? Would you like to find someplace quieter to sit and talk?

[She is uncomfortable, that is clear on both human and equine parts of her. Her tail swishes beneath the skirtlike cloth she wears for modesty, her fingers wring. And out here it seems so open, so dangerous... like she's a yard chicken just waiting for a hawk to swoop down and pluck her into the sky.]

Is there somewhere like that... ?

[Maybe anywhere was better than the sky walkways.]

I’m sure we can find something. Would you walk with me for a bit?

[ If all else fails, he can lead them back to the hostel. It’s not exactly small, but it must surely be less overwhelming than… everything else. ]

Um, do you mind if I ask you what your world is like?

Sure.

[That at least she can do, falling in line beside him, hooves clopping somewhat noisily on the metal walkways.

At the question, though, she tries to think of a good way to answer it. It isn't the first time she's been asked, but- how do you explain something so natural to you to... someone else?]

What about it? I didn't see much of it, just my village, but-

Whatever you like -- I’m just curious. Sometimes thinking about home helps when I’m feeling overwhelmed, even if I do miss it.

[ There have been many moments where he has replaced the frankly imposing city skyline with the peaks of Gyr Abania in his head. Homesickness aside, it grounds him a bit. ]

Is your village very large?

[Konoha has been trying ever since she arrived to compare things to her home. Not just because she's homesick, but because... she has no other way of even beginning to understand things otherwise. But how can she compare robots and a city of metal and plastic to a 17th century Japanese mountain village?]

Not really... it's a farming village near the mountains... but there's a larger town a short travel east, with a highway checkpoint and everything.

[Even as she says it, she knows it must... not make sense, right? No one had really gotten it-]

Is yours large... ?

[ Arenvald understands it perfectly – it’s far easier for him to wrap his head around something so familiar than it is for him to grasp someplace as alien as Struxta. ]

I was born in a large city, but it’s nothing like this. More recently, I’ve been stationed at an outpost in the mountains. It’s a lovely place, the river flows right in and there’s a temple carved into the top of the peaks there.

A temple?

[At the sound of a familiar concept, Konoha perks up just slightly. Hopefully.]

Do you have shrines, too? My lumber yard is working on building one now, on top of the mountain... for all the souls that were lost in the wars...

Shrines… ah, not so much, I don’t think. We’ve the marks, places that bear the symbols of the gods where people can go to pray or whatever else they like.

[ Mayhap there are shines in Doma, but he’s never been there, so he can’t say. ]

You have a lumber yard? Or do you just work there?

Oh, no, it's not my lumber yard like that, but I- I'm the foreman.

[Quickly, Konoha tries to correct herself, overcompensating just a little and prancing in place with a clatter of hooves on metal.]

I was just wondering.

[ He’s not sure if she’s always this jumpy or if this city just makes her that nervous. ]

Lots of forests where you’re from, then?

[Mostly just the city... give her a few days. Or... weeks. IT'S A BIG ADJUSTMENT.]

Ah- yeah. Forests and rivers and mountains and fields...

[She looks around with an anxious eye at the towering skyscrapers and metal works.]

Sorry. I'm just. Not used to all this yet.

I understand. We’ve technology where I come from, so mayhap I’m adjusting a bit easier, but I’m far more used to trees and mountains and rivers than… all this metal and glass.

[ There are small pockets of technology, magitek facilities used by the Garlean Empire for gods-know-what, so he is not unused to the idea of cold steel and shining lights, but they are the exception, rather than the rule. ]

Some of the trees in the Shroud are as big as some of these buildings, though.

World Jump #2: Struxta

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