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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? :)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Given how unfamiliar most people in the Circle are with chocobos, Prompto can just as easily assume that Dave is asking because he doesn't know what a chocobo is rather than that his artistic skill may be lacking. And in that case, he's happy to educate. ]

It's a chocobo, dude! They're the cutest, sweetest, best darn birds you could ever meet. Guess you don't have 'em back in your world?

[ Yes, that must be why he didn't know what it is... ]

[Dave loves birds. he has a penchant for referring to them as brainless feathery assholes, sure, but there's no way a kid who let crows chill out in his room for fun could ever actively hate them. and he was genuinely upset when he accidentally killed one of the aforementioned room crows.]

[to further the point, Dave's hair is literally in the shape of a bird.]

[so maybe it's not all that surprising that he perks up considerably.]

Nope. There were some emu ranches near where I lived, but cute and sweet are pretty much the last adjectives I'd use for 'em.

You just keep them as pets or what?

[ Hey, Dave and Prompto could start a club for bird-shaped hair people. Or just bird fans in general, though the hair definitely elevates their status in this hypothetical club.

Anyway, Prompto positively lights up at the opportunity to gush about his favorite animals, while continuing to...attempt to draw one. ]

Sorta. I mean - I never had one as a pet. I wish! But we got to ride 'em out across the countryside whenever the Regalia wouldn't cut it. They're mounts, but, like, if a mount was the cuddliest, fluffiest bird you've ever seen. They take great selfies. Man, I'd love to ride one right now...

[ There he goes, making himself wistful! ]

[what the fuck that sounds.....]

[absolutely amazing?? like, they sound like the sort of thing Dave would get genuinely excited about seeing, kinda like how he gets genuinely excited when he finds a new band with a beat he's really into.]

Huh.

[that's how he expresses excitement, apparently. and it's also the word a kid says when he's on the brink of having an idea ostensibly better than drawing terrible comics on the wall with chalk.]

If Astoria can bring in a ragtag team of whatever the hell we are from across the multiverse, what's stopping her from zapping in some giant bird horses while she's at it? [Dave knows she's got some power nerf thing going on, but surely his logic here is sound. uh. right?]

Like, I dunno, as congrats for not fucking up the first world. Like a much more attractive Santa.

Like a much more attractive who? Never mind. That's a great idea! I — I'll totally ask her when we get back, she kinda owes us, I mean — right?

[ Now he's getting excited too, and all but abandoning his art project as he starts to run his mouth, mind whirring a million miles a second. Before he can think better of it and catch himself: ]

I-I actually have a friend here who can turn into one! Dunno if she'd...offer rides, but you still might be able to see one that way!

[ In real life, he means. He can draw and show Dave pictures, but it's not the same as seeing and petting a chocobo in the flesh! Too bad Alisaie will murder him when she finds out about this. ]

[this is absolutely hilarious, because Alisaie already gave Dave an IOU for letting her have a slice of a giant magic cheeseburger. that could be his request — so maybe she won't murder Prompto too badly?]

You do? Who is it?

And Santa's like this imaginary fat elf parents pawn on their kids to make them behave — he brings presents on Christmas morning if you're good.

[Dave's probably the last person who should ever be explaining popular Earth lore, honestly ... but he sifts through his box of chalk and tries to recreate Jade's rendering of the conksuckiest Christmas tree you ever did see. actually, it may be worse. and, next to it, Santa.]

[ Ah, how fortuitous...if nothing else, at least Prompto can die knowing Dave will know the joy of riding a chocobo. ]

Her name's Alisaie. You know her? Short, pointy ears, long white braid, a total babe?

[ He sighs dreamily...but forces his attention back on Dave's drawing. Can't let himself get carried away by thoughts of cute elves just now! Especially since Santa is, like, the opposite of a cute elf. ]

....Eugh, yikes! If that guy brought me presents, I'd think I was the opposite of good. [ He taps his chin thoughtfully. ] ...Buuuut if he looked like Astoria, I could get with the program.

[he'll remember Prompto fondly. or at least, he'll remember him as the guy who's really bad at drawing birds.]

[but anyway, he'll just zero in on the obviously most important point now happening in this conversation.]

Yeah, I know her. But you're giving off basically all the vibes of a person crushing hard, dude.

[ Dave's intuition is dead on, and Prompto's face lights up like a traffic light, even he's not particularly embarrassed or anything. He tends to be rather effusive when it comes to his affections, and Alisaie is no different. But still! It's the principle of the matter. Of...being called out so quickly on his crush.

Even so, a hand flutters to his heart, a dreamy look crossing his features. Here we go... ]

Ah...she's amazing, isn't she? A real knockout...literally! One time, she gave me a concussion. It was great. And those eyes! You can get totally lost in them. I got it bad, dude! You called it.

[it's cool, Dave gets it, particularly when it comes to knockout girls — he knows a girl who passed along helpful instructions that wound up getting him killed. he dated her for a while later.]

Is that how people flirt on your planet? Kicking the shit out of each other, I mean.

[ Tell him about your love life sometime, dude... ]

Nah, not really. She didn't mean to concuss me. I think. She sure did mean to scare me, though, and I kiiiiind of fell off a wall?

[ He gives Dave a little shrug. ]

She was a spider at the time.

[it sort of sounds like they both have really weird love lives.... because Dave doesn't seem at all fazed by the spider thing, either.]

And you're still into her — all right, I guess I can see it. You gonna say something or what?

[ WHEN DID THIS BECOME ABOUT HIS LOVE LIFE...not that Prompto seems to mind, really. Like, chocobos and cute girls are two of his favorite things to talk about and they've already hit on both of those things, well done, Dave. Their social rank has leveled up. ]

Wh—say something? H-heh...heh! Nah, y-yeah! Totally. Some...time. I'm totally gonna ask her out.

[ He says, like he's trying not to choke and die. ]

[hell yes! best bird bros.]

[Dave looks entirely skeptical of this declaration of intent.]

How'd the romance novel cliche go again? I think it was "now or never." So, y'know. That thing I just said.

[Dave's called his own sister out on being coy about whether she was actually dating the girl she was SO OBVIOUSLY dating. sorry, Prompto, there was no way you were gonna escape a callout, either.]

[ To be perfectly fair, if left to his own devices, Prompto would be liable to do a whole lot of nothing about the crush he's nursing, as he ever has in the past. For a guy who comes off as gregarious as he does, he sure as hell has a fear of rejection a mile wide.

He lifts a hand to the back of his head, filtering his fingers through his hair. ]

I-I dunno, man, would it, uh...wouldn't it be a bad idea to date someone here? Makes the whole "having a relationship" thing kiiinda difficult if your S.O. might disappear at any moment.

[ This is a valid excuse, but it's hardly the one that's holding him back. ]

Okay, fair, but. That pretty much describes basically every relationship, not just the kind you have while you're out running some coy goddess' bullshit errands.

[god, he really has been hanging around Karkat and his romcoms for too long, hasn't he? but Dave's all too familiar with having to live with things suddenly ending, and ultimately going unresolved. never sorting out at least some of your feelings before it's too late.]

[the really dumb part, though, is if the tables were turned right now? Dave would be reacting just like Prompto is. he can dish this shit, but he can't take it.]

[ He opens his mouth as if to protest, but — damn, Dave's got him there. It's unfortunate, that the only relationship he has to reference for someone close to him is Noctis and Lunafreya, and, well — that isn't exactly disproving Dave's theory.

Still, doing nothing means he just pines instead of getting his heart broken. Right? He can do pining. He's real good at it. Getting his heart broken?

Not so much.

But in the end, he just chuckles and shrugs it off, like this isn't the second time he's talked about this with someone in as many days. ]

Heh...guess we'll have to wait and see what happens then, huh? Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and she'll ask me out first!

[ That'll be the day. ]

A-anyway...y-you wanna see a chocobo? I've got a pic of one on my camera!

[if that was a smooth deflection attempt, it worked perfectly, excellent job!]

What the fuck, you've been holding out on me? Of course I wanna see.

[SHOW HIM BIRB. this'll be the best day of Dave's life, barring actually meeting a chocobo in person.]

[ Thank god. He can confront his anxiety another day! ]

What, I had to build up the suspense! [ Or...something like that. In any case, Prompto is indeed pulling a camera out of his pocket, a retro-style DSLR that he powers on quickly, the screen on its back lighting up.

His pictures from Eos are...further back on his memory card than he realized, but then again, it's been two months or so, hasn't it? He's taken a lot since joining the Circle. But once he goes back far enough to find the one he is looking for, he tips the screen so Dave can get a look at it. ]

Would you look. At. THAT!

[ He's cooing again. ]

[honestly? Dave seems just as interested in the camera as he does the photo itself, which is why he reaches over and sort of gently tilts it with a hand to get a better look at it.]

[and then he gets a load of that friendly looking feathery mf'er on the screen. and, dude just can't help himself — something like a smile threatens the corners of his mouth. it's subtle, and it's left almost as quickly as it arrived.]

Please tell me this dude's got a name. [he knows Prompto didn't keep the chocobos as pets, but you can't have a picture of that bird and not have a name for it! right?]

[ That almost-not-quite-smile doesn't go unnoticed by Prompto, but he has enough tact (like, the bare minimum) to not call out Dave for it. He's thrilled to see it, honestly. Aren't chocobos just the best?! ]

'Course he does! I call this one Lil' Titan. [ There's...nothing little about it, it's a giant bird that could definitely kill a man if it wanted to, but it's little compared to Titan himself, at least??? Not that he explains who Titan even is.

This is why Prompto should not be allowed to name things. ]

He wasn't mine — not exactly, anyway — buuuut I got to spend a lot of time on his back in Cleigne. I wonder what he's up to right now...probably something adorable.

["Lil xxx" is a naming scheme he's entirely used to, grew up with even, so he doesn't think to question it. Dave sees only a Greek primeval deity reincarnated as an adorable giant fluffy bird. and he loves that giant fluffy Lil' Titan.]

Judgin' by his basically everything, I'd guess that he's up to shenanigans. [the best kind of activity.]

Nice gear, by the way. If you ever feel like printing some of your shots, I could probably figure something out.

[ If there's anything that can wrest his attention away from bird talk, it's an offer like that, and Prompto's eyebrows fly into his hair. His photos have been trapped on his camera ever since he got to the Temple, and while he'd found photo printers in the shops here, they're not exactly cheap. ]

Wait, seriously? You can do somethin' like that? [ Come to think of it, he hasn't asked Dave about his power yet, has he? ] Oh man, do you have some kind of sweet photog power? Because if so, I am mega jelly right now.

[ Mega. ]

[mega and jelly. Dave wrinkles his nose very slightly at the phrasing, but doesn't comment on it otherwise.]

Nah, dude, I rap shit into existence — that's where I got all the chalk.

A portable printer shouldn't be a problem, as long as I've got your gear's specs.

[ Um, what. Prompto puts up a hand, gesturing with his camera for emphasis. ]

Whoa whoa whoa, wait, shut the front door. You're tellin' me you can just — rap whatever you want and it'll just...poof? [ There's the biggest gesture. ] ...Could you do that with, like, a cheeseburger or something?

[ Look, a photo printer would be sweet, but right now, a cheeseburger sounds like the best thing in the world. ]

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