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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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[For as neat and clean and weirdly too futuristic as this world has been, Noctis came this way for food - his stomach is rumbling and even something like the last world where he could duck into a soup kitchen would be better than what he ends up finding. Thank the Gods he has at least found Iggy along the way, even if he agrees wholeheartedly that despite how hungry he is, this sludge is the last thing he would eat on any planet.

Grimacing, he slides his eyes to Ignis.]

Yeah, I'm not touching that. [Now that Iggy is here, the idea of getting spoiled on food sort of hangs in the fringe of his mind - but having nothing to actually cook with is going to be a new problem.]

[Normally, Noct's fussy eating behavior is the biggest thorn in Ignis' side. Much too much time is often spent trying to find and make dishes that he will eat, and with their sometimes limited stores of food, this is something easier said than done. Ignis supposes he can count himself lucky that the other two members of their little friend group are far easier to work with than the prince. If he had to deal with three picky eaters, he would surely go insane.

However, Ignis absolutely has no problems with Noctis rejecting this food goo. He hasn't the slightest idea what's in it or what its nutritional value is. It was made by a population who do not need to cook or eat, so how can he trust them to not accidentally poison his liege? This is too risky.

And so, Ignis Scientia has to spend a few seconds, sitting here in a hostel, lamenting the fact that there isn't a Crow's Nest anywhere around.]

And you shouldn't. Have you seen any food around?

[A restaurant? A grocer? Even a gas station mart would be a marked improvement.]

[There isn't even some kind of garden, there's absolutely nothing as far as Noct has seen - which is not a spec of dirt.]

Besides the what I think were crackers in my pocket when we left the Temple? Nope.

[Which he already ate, of course, but now he is sort of wishing he actually packed food. That is absolutely going to have to be a thing, the next time they get back to the Temple; Astoria needs to give them enough food to last. Maybe something sort of familiar at this point? Looking at the food goo again and reaching to pick up the plate, Noct wiggles it with full expectations that the goo moves.

It does. Just like jello.

Ngh.]

[Why.

Why does it undulate like that!? Ignis just barely manages to avoid shuddering at the sight. At least gelatin is pleasing to look at, with its bright colors and the fruits and candies that often get put into it. But this is just unappealing.]

I was hoping you wouldn't say that.

[Not that he was expecting another result.]

How long do you suppose we'll be here?

[In this shiny, foodless world?]

[He could sculpt with this stuff, make a whole new meaning for playing with his food, if he were any bit artistic. Does it dry hard? This is going to be art class all over again, that's the only way Noct could potentially stomach eating this tasteless paste. Grimacing as he makes it jiggle and move just a few more times, Noct pushes the plate away abruptly and tries to ignore the gag in his throat that this is what he's supposed to eat.

Nope. No matter how many times he will likely end up here, just hungry and wandering, he will not eat it.]

I want to guess three weeks, we were in El Minha for about that long before. Or almost a month, really, but. [Making a mild so-so motion with his hand, Noct crosses his arms, trying to prevent himself from fidgeting. He can ignore being hungry, there has to be literally anything else.]

[Completely oblivious to Noct's creative mind at work, Ignis is too busy worrying about what he's been told. Three weeks is too long. They can't go three weeks without food. Not even you, Highness, even if you decided to spend all three weeks completely comatose.]

Then we'll have to come up with a solution.

[Surely there must be something they can find here, even if it's just whatever they decided to mash into this goop in the first place. He can do something with it. Anything is better than this.]

This...food... [He looks extremely pained to call it food.] ...must have been made from something. Perhaps we can ask the kitchens what's in it.

I don't think the kitchens are manned, even by androids.

[Nope, he is going to actually starve, and it isn't even his own fault for being picky. Or at least, maybe it is, with the way Noctis turns his back on the plate of goop like the sight of it is making his condition worse - and then his stomach growls, loudly, a straight up indicator of how much he hasn't been even trying to eat it.]

Ugh... why does it have to look like this...

[Noctis Lucis Caelum, you will not starve and that is final. Ignis is determined to find something edible in this world. He pushes his own plate of unappetizing slush away to ponder a bit.]

Then you don't suppose they'll mind if I take a look around in there, do you?

[Normally, Ignis isn't one to invade kitchens without permission, but this is a dire situation. Noct needs something to eat, whether the prince agrees with that assessment or not.]

Probably not.

[He agrees, but he also has no idea where they are supposed to start if there's nothing here in the kitchens. Glancing towards the door that supposedly leads to the back through, Noct gives Iggy a little grin. It's time to cook - or at least find out whats in the goop.]

What are they going to do, nicely tell us to stop wandering where we don't belong? [Like we don't sneak onto Imperial bases all the time.]

I'd rather not cause any incidents while we're here.

[As peaceful as this place seems, surely they have law enforcement of some kind, don't they? Ignis is just too new at this "world visiting thing" to want to push his luck too much.]

Come along, Noct. Let's find out what's behind those doors.

[But he's still going to push it a little.]

[Casually not going to mention that in the last world they were in, Noct almost took an arrow ~~to the knee~~ in the shoulder for "getting into trouble" protecting a kid.]

If it's just more goop, I might actually cry.

[Noct puts his weight into his push, his hunger making him a bit more impatient - and while the door gives way fairly easily, Noct doesn't think twice about stepping through it and walking his way into the back towards the "kitchen". There's a lot of machinery more than anything else though.]

[Oh Noct, there's no need to be dramatic, thinks Ignis, who is being completely dramatic about this food issue. Ignis didn't know what to expect in a kitchen made by androids. He expected machines, of course, but he was also expecting it to look more like a normal kitchen. He thinks that there may be a counter on the side wall, but he's not entirely sure.]

I don't see anyone around, so let's search for some food.

I wish I had Gladio's gifted power, did you know Astoria made it so he could summon Cup Noodles once a day? Just out of nowhere, in the palm of his hand.

[Noctis is already on the searching case, even as he complains and opens panels and looks through drawers. He's hungry, he's hunting, he's going to definitely steal these cup noodles at least once because this goop is the literal worst he's ever been offered in his lifetime. Rifling around without caring about how much noise he makes, Noctis eventually opens what might have been a fridge and reaches in -

ah, ice tray. Great. Ice, very filling.]

A relic from the past, they should put this in a museum.

[Cup Noodles. Once a day. Somehow, Ignis isn't the least bit surprised by what he hears. Of course Gladio would have a power like that. A power that fits him so perfectly and yet remains completely useless to everyone except its user. Even here, where the distinct lack of food is a problem, one Cup Noodles a day isn't very helpful.]

I did not know that. I'm glad Astoria has blessed him with such a fine gift.

[At the ice comment, Ignis has to keep himself from laughing. Noct can actually be rather funny when he wants to be. Opening some...well, he thinks they're cabinets, Ignis sees plates and bowls of various sizes.]

I imagine they haven't needed to use these for a while.

[But the fact that they are there is somewhat encouraging.]

[Dropping the ice tray behind him on some kind of machinery, uncaring of the way ice and water generally don't mix well with electronics, Noct bends to rifle into the fridge a bit deeper. Deeper as in, he could probably climb into this if he wanted to, but everything in him doesn't trust the doors in this place. He doesn't want to get locked in or anything, even if Ignis is right here.

Looking over to see what Ignis found, it is a surprise to see bowls and plates at all.]

Maybe they use them for carrying bolts now. [A joke, even as he shuts one door and opens another and climbs partially in once again, digging deep into the cool air.]

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