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The streets and buildings are abandoned, the tech old and outdated, windows broken out and dust filling the street.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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Was she made for a purpose? You mentioned a... job.
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Yeah. Not to be a cop or anything like that. The old bastard who made her just had her do everything he didn't wanna do.
[Cooking, cleaning, driving, killing. All of that stuff.]
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[He continues moving forward, experiencing only the briefest stumble before he rights himself again.]
If one is created to serve a purpose, after all, there is satisfaction in doing the job well.
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Not if you work for a complete bastard. ...But she doesn't work for him any more, so it doesn't matter.
[He hopes. Szilard still casts a shadow over both of them, much as Firo wants to deny it.]
It sounds like you like your job, huh?
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Performing the job required of me is all that matters. Like or dislike is irrelevant for an android. They don't even apply.
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It's not irrelevant if I asked. You're telling me you don't particularly like or dislike anything at all? There's nothing about that in your programming stuff?
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[Ah, at least they're getting closer to the station. Connor's sluggishness had made him wonder just how much longer he could keep going.]
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[It's the same in the Camorra. Once you're in, you're in for whatever they want you to be.
He shakes his head at his own thought--it's not quite the same, in at least one important respect.]
But if you didn't get to choose your job in the first place, that's not right.
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I was created for a purpose. A machine does not receive a choice when it's created.
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[In contrast, this is a topic that Firo'll sink his teeth into like a bulldog and not let go. That is, until something more immediately concerning comes along; he sees--and hears--the tightness in Connor's jaw but mistakes it for nerves or pain.]
Hey, are you feeling worse now? I thought it wasn't supposed to work like that.
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However, the question momentarily derails him — Connor doesn’t link his strained expression with physical exertion, even though that would be the logical deduction from any observing party. So he grants Firo a questioning look, shaking his head.]
No, I’m fine—
[Well. That was relative.]
I’m no worse than before.
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I'm impressed you made it as far as you did in the first place, if it affects you this bad. Kinda wish you hadn't, though, it would've made this less of a pain.
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[That's part sincerity and part dry humor, as only Connor can really manage.]
I know now of its effects, at least. I can try to avoid this outcome in the future.
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I'll live.
[You have to count yourself lucky when you're the one who can still stand up straight unaided.]
You'd better. What if next time you collapse where somebody doesn't find you, huh? You'd be stuck in an alleyway somewhere until Astoria drags us all back, whenever that is.
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[This is an android who claims to be cautious but actually is just made of #yolo. If he collapses from bad decisions, that just seems to be how the dice rolls. He was lucky, granted, that Firo was here to help him this time.]
Even so, sometimes you have to take risks for the sake of information.
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When you say stuff like that, you sound like some asshole I know from back home.
...Anyway, if you don't even know what you'll find out, it doesn't seem like it'd be worth it. You could just dive in without risking your neck to find out the information first.
[Firo's not entirely anti-yolo, just skeptical of the value of yoloing for information. He's somehow survived this long in life and thinks that that gives him a right to talk.]
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Firo's words still register, of course, and he replies in kind.]
An 'asshole' who also works in law enforcement?
[Just a guess, maybe incorrect, but he wonders just how close the parallel runs. Criminals often didn't think too highly of local law enforcement, after all.
The rest, really, doesn't need to be commented on.]
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[So another person on the wrong side of the law.
With the station finally in reach, Firo shifts his grip to try and make sure Connor has enough support to make the last leg of the journey.]
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What year- [He pauses, adjusts his step thanks to Firo, and tries again.] What year are you from?
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1934. I'm gonna guess you're not from anywhere close to that?
[He doesn't think androids would be a thing back home even in a century or two.]
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After all, he's long accepted the fact that the members of the Circle come from extraordinary circumstances. Firo might not look the part, but why question his explanation?]
2038.
[A ways away.]
So no. Not at all. The Penitentiary closed many years ago.
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It closed? The feds were making such a huge deal about it.
[He gets a grim sense of satisfaction from this information, because screw Victor and his fancy prison.]
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1963.
[-he mutters, shaking his head.]
Where I’m from, it closed in 1963. It’s now a popular site for tourists.
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Firo thinks of grabbing onto him, but Connor at least doesn't seem to be hitting the ground yet, so he'll let him go. He knows that he wouldn't want someone propping him up, so he'll give this guy's pride the same respect he'd want for himself.]
Tourists? You're kidding me, right? Who'd willingly go to that shithole?
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[He pauses, making an effort to straighten, just so he can wander over to a rusted table and try to awkwardly shift his weight over it, in an attempt to sit.]
-high-profile criminals had been housed there over the years.
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