a storm approaches.This log is for everyone who signed up for The Storm investigation. Feel free to use the here to plot further on how you plan on approaching The Storm, and the issue. The mod questions thread is also open, if you have anything you would like to run by us.
the investigation.It takes a day of preparation, and a day of discussion, before you are led further down into the tunnels. It's pitch black, but one of the BGs who you have become familiar enough with turns on a low light and continues further. You walk for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, and then turn a corner into a large, open cavern. The BG explains that at one time, this had been an underground transportation system - old and unused for centuries, now, but still in working order.
They file each of you onto a single car - it seems to be large enough to fit nearly a hundred, possibly more, bodies - so everyone has a space. The BG explains that they have already input the coordinates into the system, and that once they close the door, you will be transported to the last known location. The car will be programmed to wait for 72 hours, and then will return to this location. There is food and water supplied, and already packed, in the car. If you are not back in the car by that time, it will leave you behind. They then give their farewells, thank you for your help and readiness, and step away from the door - letting it close behind them. The car travels down a pitch black tunnel, and while the inside is dimly lit enough for the Circle Members to see each other and move around without hinderance, you can see nothing through the windows. It continues for a few hours at this rate - nothing to see, no idea where you are going. That is, until it seems to break through the surface, the track running through buildings and another, unknown area of the city.
The streets and buildings are abandoned, the tech old and outdated, windows broken out and dust filling the street. The sky, like back in the city you knew before, is cloudy and grey. But these clouds are different - these clouds are dark in a way you haven't seen before. You travel for another half hour above ground before the cart comes to a stop, and during this time it happens twice. A low rumble, seeming to come from everywhere at once, and then a few heartbeats after, a disasterous flash of lighting - miles away, yes, but threatening and gigantic, brighter and more violent than you've ever seen lightning before. The crash shakes the ground under you, and the damage is immense.
But the buildings are abandoned, the streets empty save for crates, old mechanical bits, dusty remnants of a society long forgotten by the Struxta you came from just a couple of days prior.
This is The Storm you've been warned about. the storm.You have been asked to find out information that will help the BG's, and Struxta, to stop The Storm.
From what you can gather, it does seem to be a naturally occurring weather phenomenon, as far as weather systems seem to work on this planet. However, rather than scattered thunder and lightning strikes, it seems to almost recharge and strike with epic proportions. It can damage, or destroy, buildings. It shorts out any and all items (and people) who depend on electricity in any form to function (Sorry Daylight and Conner, sorry to anyone who brought along technology) within a three mile radius.
The 'darkness' the BGs were talking about does follow this storm, but they seem to have been referring to this electrical shortage that comes from the storm and it's strikes. If this storm does reach any of the still-occupied areas of the city, it will shut down the entire grid, as well as any of the robots, androids, or electrically based figures that exist there - essentially ending the life of every Struxta citizen that is effected.
Plot, plan, theorize, and see if you can find a way to stop The Storm. If not, be back on the train car in 72 hours time, to return to the BGs and report what you have found.PROMPT IDEAS
1.) Discussions on the train - do you have any ideas for what to prepare? Any discussions you may want to have? You and your fellow Circle Members are caught here together for a few hours, driving into a situation you know very little about. What do you want to make sure you're prepared to handle?
2.) Scouting missions - the heart of The Storm is very much in the distance, and it is not moving quickly, giving Circle Members plenty of time to set out and check out the surrounding city. What you will find won't be much - this is a robotic ghost town in every turn of the phrase. Buildings have been abandoned for hundreds of years, covered in dust and left entirely undisturbed, except for the breeze that now seems to flit through this entire area. There are stores, warehouses, apartments, and buildings you can't even tell what they were used for, cleared out. Whenever, or whoever, lived in this part of Struxta had evacuated, quickly but efficiently.
3.) The Storm - The Storm is still a distance away from where the cart has dropped you off, enough that when your 72 hours are up, the heart of the storm and the lightning strikes shouldn't reach the car, or the track. This does mean that to do any closer investigation, you will need to go to The Storm itself. But be careful - the electrical output from these lightning strikes are dangerous, and can have all sorts of effects on both natural and mechanical beings. The wind, the closer you get to The Storm, will also pick up - making any kind of flying or air travel impossible.
4.) Planning - the car leaves everyone off at an old train station, which a large room attached. This room can be used as a kind of home base, as well as a meeting location. What do you plan on doing? Simply taking down information, or trying to take the storm head on? How do you plan on doing that? Will your abilities help? This room attached onto the train station is a safe location - no effects of The Storm will make it inside. Use as you would like! |
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acatalepsy_logs2018-07-29 11:52 pm
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I believe that a healthy dose of skepticism is a boon, sir. That way I might not be thoroughly surprised by the actions of others.
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[But it's strange how easily Connor can reflect the intonation of light teasing back. Or perhaps it's expected, given his model type.]
And I hope to not be disappointing you again soon. Actually, I don't think we've ever had a chance to exchange formal introductions. My name is Connor.
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Perhaps. Disappointment is a terribly harsh word however. I do not know you well enough to house any disappointment in your actions. Now if we converse very long, I have great fear that I might soon grow to know you well enough for it.
[And with that said, Elizabeth gives a slight curtsy. It's not needed anymore really but old habits and all that.]
It is quite nice to meet you, Connor. I am Elizabeth Bennet. It seems most here enjoy Christian names and nicknames so I will not fuss if you term me Elizabeth or Lizzy or whatever you may please.
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Hit or miss, usually, but in this instance, perhaps not so much.]
It's good to meet you, Elizabeth. I would call you "Lizzy" only if you preferred it.
[Familiarity is good, but Connor is cognizant of not wishing to overstep boundaries, even if she did invite the nickname unto herself.]
And I promise I'll do my best to avoid any further instances that might cause undue disappointment. Instead, I hope that you'll learn to see the more favorable traits that I possess in my programming.
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I am quite certain your programming will greatly impress me the longer I know you, sir. In fact I am quite impressed even now!
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I'll happily take that compliment, though I think you may just be flattering me to be nice.
[Not that Connor minds one way or another. Elizabeth is already one of the more pleasant people here to have a conversation with, he thinks.]
I was made to look and act like a human, so that I could integrate with them without issue. There are still... difficulties, sometimes, along the way. Please don't ever hesitate to tell me if you notice something that correlates with this.
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Still, she reasoned with herself, it didn't hurt to at least feel out what sort of person - or android, if you will - this fellow was. At the very least she could think about it more thoroughly and not base her thoughts off idly assumptions or damaged pride.]
I promise you that I never flatter for a reason so simple as being nice. Pardon me for being so blunt but in my own time, we have nothing quite like yourself. I should be more shocked if I were not impressed.
[She tips her head some.]
May I inquire as to what you mean by "difficulties"?
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Those who possess unsociable personalities are particularly hard for me to get along with, though not for a lack of trying on my part. There are subtleties, maybe, that I cannot completely account for just yet.
But I'm a learning machine. Part of being what I am is adaptability. I can adjust, if given the chance.
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Then you could adapt to most any company, even those of unsociable and hard to work with types? Am I correct in such an idea, sir?
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You could say that I was already doing as such, back home.
[Here, let's subtly drag Hank when he can't defend himself.]
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Then you are indeed the most worthy of allies! I confess, I do not have the temperament to suffer many of ill humor and even fewer of more tiresome attitudes. If such a time arises where we must depend on speech and influence alone, I shall count on your wonderful talents.
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Connor is unused to friendly physical contact like this. In the three (no, nearly four) months since his activation, he's never experienced it, never had a reason to, never sought friendly affection to this degree. Elizabeth's hug makes his eyebrows lift, caught off-guard, but so friendly are her mannerisms that he cannot interpret it as anything more than... light-hearted impulse.
(Which is favorable, of course. He doesn't mind it.)
Connor doesn't return the gesture, but when she pulls away, she will see a smile etched onto his features, looking like a pleased hound glad for approval.]
Then you can call on me anytime you find yourself in the company of difficult personalities. [Though it does beg the question:] Does this happen a lot to you, Elizabeth?
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I would not say it is infrequent, no. I have ... troubles tolerating those sorts of people, I fear.
[I.E. she amuses herself by beginning arguments with them sometimes.]
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Do you just 'grin and bear it', as the saying goes?
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[Some, like a certain Miss Bingley, aren't quite so good at couching their words in niceties.]
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[Curiosity, or a request born from amusement? Well, it’s hard to know.]
Say something unkind about me, while making it sound pleasant. I’d like to see how you manage it.