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route666rp2025-05-06 05:39 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- fallout: arcade gannon,
- fallout: courier 6,
- fear & hunger 2: levi,
- final fantasy vii: zack fair,
- megaman x: zero,
- odd thomas: jolie harmony,
- rise of the tmnt: donatello,
- rise of the tmnt: leonardo,
- rwby: yang,
- songs for the dusk: v (oc),
- trigun stampede: millions knives,
- umineko no naku koro ni: natsuhi ushirom,
- werewolf by night: jack russell
MAY EVENT LOG
Out of the thorn brush, the land still looks twisted and broken. And it turns a lot more jagged as rocks burst up and out of the ground like teeth… And keep reaching upwards, in defiance of all the gravity that should be pulling them down. The further up the rock spires reach, the more they splinter until the stones are free floating. The same happens to the threadbare trees, their branches and leaves breaking off and hovering in empty air. The nature of this place becomes clear: reach too high, and eventually gravity gives up.
01: BATTLE GROUND
The ground grows rougher, pockmarked with craters and rents, like the landscape is scarred. A little further up the road is the source of those wounds. Curious Drifters will find a tangle of rock and metal reaching high up to the sky. It’s a snarl of wrecked vehicles, rock spires… And bodies.
Robotic hunters are half melted into the bones of a giant monster, and the lights have long since gone out of their lens eyes. Many of them still clutch weapons; swords, guns, and bullets by the bag-full. The hunters and weapons remain locked with the corpse of a horn crowned monster with arm length teeth, and it’s clear this tangle is the only thing that keeps the hunters or their weapons from floating off. Drifters can potentially loot the weapons… They just have to be careful about not floating off while they salvage equipment. The footing here is uneven, and the ground looks ready to break with a wrong step.
These hunters also carry prayer screen beads, but the data on them is horribly scrambled. Any attempts to tamper with them cause them to repeat a single message: “I STILL LIVE” before shorting out and shutting down.
Robotic hunters are half melted into the bones of a giant monster, and the lights have long since gone out of their lens eyes. Many of them still clutch weapons; swords, guns, and bullets by the bag-full. The hunters and weapons remain locked with the corpse of a horn crowned monster with arm length teeth, and it’s clear this tangle is the only thing that keeps the hunters or their weapons from floating off. Drifters can potentially loot the weapons… They just have to be careful about not floating off while they salvage equipment. The footing here is uneven, and the ground looks ready to break with a wrong step.
These hunters also carry prayer screen beads, but the data on them is horribly scrambled. Any attempts to tamper with them cause them to repeat a single message: “I STILL LIVE” before shorting out and shutting down.
02: HEALTH INVERSION
A building grows out of the valley; a hospital that has been turned upside down, and its foundations reach for the sky like weird tree branches. The hallways inside are all sorts of twisted up, and the building can’t seem to decide if Drifters should walk on the ceiling or the floors.
Twisted as the building is, ruins gutted by time and overgrown with vegetation… There is salvage available. Medical supplies, healing potions, healing herbs, all of it is bountiful in the hospital. The hospital is also rife with Husks, but all of them are inert… Or have already been broken apart long ago.
Then there’s the matter of the hospital screens flickering on in the wake of the Drifters. Warning lights try to flicker on, as old electronics try to scan the Drifters. The machines give up flickers of data, declaring Drifters to be “infected.” The old restraining systems of the hospital are still active, as manacles and straps alike shoot out, trying to restrain Drifters. The bonds keep them inert until they can be sedated and enclosed in what look like holding pens for violent patients. Best hope there’s someone around to help break a Drifter out.
Twisted as the building is, ruins gutted by time and overgrown with vegetation… There is salvage available. Medical supplies, healing potions, healing herbs, all of it is bountiful in the hospital. The hospital is also rife with Husks, but all of them are inert… Or have already been broken apart long ago.
Then there’s the matter of the hospital screens flickering on in the wake of the Drifters. Warning lights try to flicker on, as old electronics try to scan the Drifters. The machines give up flickers of data, declaring Drifters to be “infected.” The old restraining systems of the hospital are still active, as manacles and straps alike shoot out, trying to restrain Drifters. The bonds keep them inert until they can be sedated and enclosed in what look like holding pens for violent patients. Best hope there’s someone around to help break a Drifter out.
03: SHARED THOUGHTS
The valley is overgrown with strange plants that glow with eerie light. Sometimes in camp stray glowing tumbleweeds roll through… And any contact has interesting side effects. Drifters will find they’re more aware and capable of picking up on unsaid things. These powers can the month. Each glow confers different abilities:
Blue Glow: Makes Drifters more empathetic in a psychic sense. They can register the emotions of those nearby, and may start to feel those same emotions.
Green Glow: Makes Drifters capable of projecting their emotions to other people.
Purple Glow: Gives Drifters telepathy, to hear and send thoughts to others.
Orange Glow: Grants Drifters limited psychometry. (Object reading.) Using it in the hospital or the battleground will yield unique visions and messages. Please comment to the mod/NPC thread below if your character wishes to do so!
Drifters can stack these effects, but this can overload their minds and force transformations. Those with Swarm traits will find it easier to handle psionic abilities. Additionally, ALL DRIFTERS who experience psionics will find themselves susceptible to Events 4 and 5.
Blue Glow: Makes Drifters more empathetic in a psychic sense. They can register the emotions of those nearby, and may start to feel those same emotions.
Green Glow: Makes Drifters capable of projecting their emotions to other people.
Purple Glow: Gives Drifters telepathy, to hear and send thoughts to others.
Orange Glow: Grants Drifters limited psychometry. (Object reading.) Using it in the hospital or the battleground will yield unique visions and messages. Please comment to the mod/NPC thread below if your character wishes to do so!
Drifters can stack these effects, but this can overload their minds and force transformations. Those with Swarm traits will find it easier to handle psionic abilities. Additionally, ALL DRIFTERS who experience psionics will find themselves susceptible to Events 4 and 5.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, HIVE-MIND
Worryingly, extra contact with the glowing plants can not only stack mind abilities, but also force Swarm traits. The more a Drifter is overwhelmed by psionics, the more likely this is. Drifters will have access to all Swarm traits for this event, and the following:
+Psi Hunger. A need to eat psychic energy in the form of dreams, psi-infused objects (like sage brush) or even psychic minds.
+Psi Senses: luckily, Drifters can glimpse heavy psychic energy in the brush through enhanced senses, and pick out strange brain monsters. These are good eating for Swarm monsters… And there’s an unnervingly high number of them.
+Group Mind: compelled to link thoughts with other Drifters, to share emotions, memories, and achieve cohesion.
+An increasing reliance on telepathy/empathy/etc in place of speech.
+Increasing collectivist mindset. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few; this becomes more evident during high stress situations.
+Compelled to spend more time in the wilds, absorbing power from plants and hunting prey in wilderness. May also be compelled to share this prey with others.
+Gravity Affinity: If possessing wings or the ability to wall climb, may freely hunt/traverse corrupted gravity areas.
+Psi Hunger. A need to eat psychic energy in the form of dreams, psi-infused objects (like sage brush) or even psychic minds.
+Psi Senses: luckily, Drifters can glimpse heavy psychic energy in the brush through enhanced senses, and pick out strange brain monsters. These are good eating for Swarm monsters… And there’s an unnervingly high number of them.
+Group Mind: compelled to link thoughts with other Drifters, to share emotions, memories, and achieve cohesion.
+An increasing reliance on telepathy/empathy/etc in place of speech.
+Increasing collectivist mindset. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few; this becomes more evident during high stress situations.
+Compelled to spend more time in the wilds, absorbing power from plants and hunting prey in wilderness. May also be compelled to share this prey with others.
+Gravity Affinity: If possessing wings or the ability to wall climb, may freely hunt/traverse corrupted gravity areas.
05: WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
On several nights the wind picks up, and sage brush is uprooted and sent tumbling into camp. The plants trade their prior glow to something more baleful and crimson. With the wind whipping through the camp, it’s almost impossible to avoid unless a Drifter is already secure in the Convoy.
The effects aren’t immediately obvious, until the Convoy sleeps for the night… And that sleep is different. Namely the sleep is connected, showing both memories and dreams from other Drifters.
Memories from their pasts can blend together to form a strange dreamscape, that connected Drifters can travel through. But those dreams can easily turn into nightmares. Those who were exposed to the fear toxin in February will trend towards nightmares and may have their old fears make a reappearance.
If those nightmares are vivid and unsettling enough, they can force a transformation. (This may be either current monster traits, or a Swarm monster!) And then…
The effects aren’t immediately obvious, until the Convoy sleeps for the night… And that sleep is different. Namely the sleep is connected, showing both memories and dreams from other Drifters.
Memories from their pasts can blend together to form a strange dreamscape, that connected Drifters can travel through. But those dreams can easily turn into nightmares. Those who were exposed to the fear toxin in February will trend towards nightmares and may have their old fears make a reappearance.
If those nightmares are vivid and unsettling enough, they can force a transformation. (This may be either current monster traits, or a Swarm monster!) And then…
06: BRAIN ATTACK
It happens just before dawn, during the blue hour… Or perhaps it might be more apt to call it the red hour, with how the sky is stained crimson. It’s just bright enough to distinguish something moving in the hills. Drifters can pick out a rustling in the brush; something that isn’t wind. There’s something moving, crawling on claw tipped legs… And looking less like sage brush and more like a brain.
The Intellect Devourers numbers in the hundreds. Their claws scour the ground as they race towards the Convoy and smash into the shield. Numbers start to overwhelm the generator, along with the chaos the brain brush has sown with their psychic echoes.
The psychic echoes increase as they swarm the campsite, trying to drive Drifters into a frenzy with nightmares, fears, and strange visions. The brains are also ready to use those long sharp claws to tear anyone disoriented enough into ribbons, and start feasting on them.
The Intellect Devourers numbers in the hundreds. Their claws scour the ground as they race towards the Convoy and smash into the shield. Numbers start to overwhelm the generator, along with the chaos the brain brush has sown with their psychic echoes.
The psychic echoes increase as they swarm the campsite, trying to drive Drifters into a frenzy with nightmares, fears, and strange visions. The brains are also ready to use those long sharp claws to tear anyone disoriented enough into ribbons, and start feasting on them.
06-A: BRAIN BRAWL
Hallucinations: The Intellect Devourers try to whip up more terrifying visions. Anything to disorient the entire Convoy, or drive the Drifters into a madness that leaves them transformed and too wild to easily counterattack. These hallucinations may be past trauma, or something a Drifter fears happening; the ultimate goal is to leave Drifters panicking, changed, and vulnerable.
Rally: Still, there’s one thing the Devourers didn’t anticipate: and that is how sharing a mental link has given the Drifters an anchor with each other. With all the psychic echoes spreading through the camp, any and all mental links from before can easily flare back up. Drifters who have shared dreams or some form of mental connection may still transform, but their mental link can keep their minds stable and coherent instead of growing feral.
Scars: Whether through brute force battles or mental link resistance, eventually the Convoy is able to shrug off the attack… But there is still some damage done. The shield generator has shorted out, and the Convoy itself has taken a few gashes and gouges. Not to mention any transformed Drifters will still need to be talked down. Luckily the mental links are still in place to help with that, and there’s a truck full of medical supplies to help with patching up any hurts.
Rally: Still, there’s one thing the Devourers didn’t anticipate: and that is how sharing a mental link has given the Drifters an anchor with each other. With all the psychic echoes spreading through the camp, any and all mental links from before can easily flare back up. Drifters who have shared dreams or some form of mental connection may still transform, but their mental link can keep their minds stable and coherent instead of growing feral.
Scars: Whether through brute force battles or mental link resistance, eventually the Convoy is able to shrug off the attack… But there is still some damage done. The shield generator has shorted out, and the Convoy itself has taken a few gashes and gouges. Not to mention any transformed Drifters will still need to be talked down. Luckily the mental links are still in place to help with that, and there’s a truck full of medical supplies to help with patching up any hurts.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:
PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.
Disorientation: When wandering through the brush, Drifters may experience a swarm of disorientation: their thoughts suddenly scramble, they forget where they were going or what they were doing. They may also come to with a set of gashes along their legs, and a sense that they may have seen something in the sage brush move… Or maybe it was just the wind.
Float: Occasionally, parts of the road just give up their hold on the ground and go drifting skywards. Hopefully those chunks of road don’t take Drifters and their vehicles with them. Tough vehicles can likely survive the drop, while Fast vehicles can speed away before they float too far upwards. Drifters caught outside their vehicles will have to hope they have fast reflexes… Or are either good fliers or good jumpers for the leap back down.
Raining Down: On occasion, gravity will flicker and warp oddly… And that means that other odd things can fall where they used to float; rocks, plants, not to mention the odd bit of hardware and buildings. Watch for falling objects of various shapes and sizes!
Faith continuing to be a charmer
I'd just have to cut the rest off anyway. Arm's wicked stuck in there.
[And then she sort of twists, and- with a truly revolting sound- the radius and ulna snap- not that she knows the name of those two bones- and she's able to finish severing the arm. Benefits of super-strength.
For a very dubious definition of 'benefits.']
Got it.
she is a delight
That is a profoundly revolting sound, but sadly, it's not something he finds all that shocking or unfamiliar, either. At least that arm wasn't still attached to someone alive. There really isn't a nice way to remove a limb, regardless. ]
Ah. Where's a tub full of lye when you need one?
[ He's joking, obviously. (Maybe obviously.) ]
When the hell did an entire week happen that's my bad bestie that's on me.
What, like to dissolve the body?
[Huh.]
Does that actually work? Thought that was just in movies.
listen,,,, i am also shocked to learn this much time has passed, you're good
[ Since there are a lot of those. Maybe for the best, although it can't be making it any easier to chop through that. At this point, he's just on standby in case her hand slips and she cuts herself. Not thinking much of it, he retrieves the smashed and mostly empty pack of cigarettes he salvaged, earlier, from his bag. ]
Further cw: Blood, mutilating body parts, just... trust me, it's gross.
[She doesn't sound disapproving, which is probably a red flag in its own right. A little more slicing into the cuff with the knife, and the rest of the arm plops out onto the ground in a mess of blood. She ignores it and inspects the inside of the cuff, scraping stray bits out with the knife.]
I'd settle for something to clean this crap out without messin' it up. Any thoughts, Doc?
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Alcohol. It shouldn't damage the mechanism, and it'll double as a decent disinfectant. Though it might not be the best option for getting the blood out.
[ Of course, the best options aren't readily available, in these circumstances. So maybe that's not such an important factor. ]
no subject
[Beat, and...]
Where the hell are we gonna get that?
no subject
[ Holding his cigarette in the corner of his mouth for a moment, he reaches back into his bag, this time retrieving an old, dusty bottle with a scraped-off label. There's clear liquid inside, and he offers it to her. ]
You can rinse it off here, if you're worried that stuff's going to bake in.
no subject
You sure? I mean, we got no clue when we're gonna be able to get more, right?
no subject
[ Hopefully, anyway. But he sees no reason to catastrophize, now. It hasn't been entirely uncommon, to find some extra liquor here and there among the ruins. Why should it suddenly be, now? ]
Besides, if this keeps you from developing some novel infection from playing around with that thing, I'll consider it well worth the sacrifice.
no subject
The hell's a novel infection?
[She rips off a piece of cloth from the cyborg's body, douses it with the alcohol, and then hands the bottle back.]
I'd trade you a smoke for it, but all the smokes I got are Apricot flavored.
[She's not going to inflict that on him, she likes him too much.]
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[ And likely to be terribly hard to treat, if its origins are something arguably maybe one-tenth still human and the rest corroded metal and oil and wiring of unknown origins.
He shakes his head, brushing off the offer, as he checks that the bottle is closed securely before tucking it away again. ]
It's gratis. [ A pause, then, and he clarifies (because he's got to learn to start doing that, eventually), ] It's free. I wouldn't be a very good representative for the Followers if I mistook an opportunity to help for a chance to enrich myself.
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Yeah? Wouldn't have taken you for the type.
[She doesn't look up from her 'cleaning.' The good news is, this alcohol seems to be doing the trick, a lot of the gore and grime is coming clean.]
no subject
[ Not that he sounds all that shocked. Or offended, for that matter. There are reasons, after all, why he's the last person any of the Followers would choose to represent them. He isn't even allowed to deal directly with patients unless they're already stretched thin. ]
no subject
[She inspects some of her work as she talks, seems to find it satisfactory, and moves on.]
That what the Followers are? Some sorta Jesus trip?
[She glances up at him for a moment.]
...no drama or anything if they are, just wondering.
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[ Though even this he says with a lopsided, bemused smile. ]
Does Old World religion have some sort of monopoly on helping people, where you're from? Most of what I've read seems to indicate it was about proselytizing more than anything, and then simply expecting blind faith to change one's circumstances for them. Somehow. [ With maybe the occasional charitable act thrown in there, too. But even though he'd never frown on charity in principle, having that much power and influence and using neither to actually change things for the better is something he takes affront to. ]
...Which is to say, no. The Followers of the Apocalypse are not a religious organization. We have been called anarchist cultists, from time to time. But I think that has more to do with the occasional act of espionage and our generally antiestablishment stance, rather than any range of personally held beliefs.
no subject
[She's got a disarming laugh and a raised arm of surrender, though it's still clutching the bloody alcohol-soaked rag. She at least gets the sense that he's not actually bothered by it, but still.]
Usually somebody says 'Followers' with that big important capital F, there's somebody they're followin'. Maybe churchy, maybe culty. You for sure didn't seem culty, so...
[He doesn't seem like an anarchist or a spy... though granted most of the anarchists she knew were just dudes big into punk music and piercings, and her experience with spies was mostly comic books and action flicks.
She's not even going to try and figure out anti-establishment.]
no subject
[ Churchy's probably better than culty. He isn't entirely certain, but he's not going to take either too much to heart, anyway. ]
It's really just a name, though. Maybe not one I'd have chosen, but we're stuck with it now, either way.
no subject
[Basically the only thing wrong with him is his tendency to casually sprinkle advanced vocab into his sentences, and she's dealt with that enough times to cope.]
Not like I got any room to talk. You go talking about Vampire Slayers in the wrong part of town back home, people think you're some kinda Satanist or somethin'.
[And... she thinks she's got it clean enough to at least try it on. Clasp opens and closes no problem, at least, and she slips it around her wrist and angles it experimentally, trying to get a feel for aiming with it.]
...Pain in the ass to aim, but other than that, we're five by five. Thanks again, Doc.
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[ A bit oddly specific, but only a bit.
He brushes off her thanks, crushing out the butt of his cigarette with the toe of a boot. ]
Don't mention it. Just, uh. Be careful with that thing.