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route666rp2025-05-06 05:39 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- fallout: arcade gannon,
- fallout: courier 6,
- fallout: paladin danse,
- 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!
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Leo eats another chip. He’s fully sitting up now, and even though he’s keeping up his skeptical face, he’s much more relaxed than he was a moment ago.
“You can’t even do a 1440 off the half pipe.”
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"As I recall, neither could you," Donnie says, smirking as he slips his hand back into the chip bag again.
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There is maybe a surprising amount of confidence leaking in at that, even though Leo has never actually successfully pulled the move off. But he is pretty proud of his skateboarding skills (and his basketball skills), if not a lot of other things, these days.
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Donnie kind of wishes he did have such a thing, but skateboarding had been the last thing on his mind around here, and none of the ramps they've built since their first home really compared. Whatever comes off of Leo then is new, but it's also familiar, enough so that Donnie can't help but grin slightly over his shoulder as he looks back at Leo.
...and then tries smacking his face with a flick of his wing.
"-although thinking about it, I could potentially mystic-tech up a decent half-pipe. A mystic-tech skateboard however would probably not work as a very good substitute to a real one, however. The lack of weight would make it difficult to control."
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While Donnie gives his little monologue about the feasibility of mystic tech skateboards, he fights to get that wing out of his face. If Donnie doesn't move it soon, he'll start biting!
"Can't believe we've never experimented with that before," he notes, or will note, once he no longer has a wing to deal with.
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"Right? Although admittedly it wouldn't have been the foremost thing I would've considered experimenting with. I mean, a skateboard and ramp are pretty lo-tech."
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Leo says this like it's the most important thing. He knows it's not. But he's falling back into his old habits right now.
"And now we don't know, so I hope you've seen the folly of your ways."
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"Just like I suppose we shall never know if you can actually attempt a fourteen-forty," Donnie says, shrugging.
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Despite his best efforts not to feel anything negative, sorrow creeps up on Leo at that. Because, yeah... he probably never is going to get to try the fourteen-forty again. Or skateboard at all. Another thing he lost when the portal closed.
"Convenient for you," he says, and his voice still has the same haughty and irritated quality it had a second ago. It'd be completely indistinguishable from his other responses, if not for the fact that his emotions aren't just his own anymore. "If we had a skateboard, I'd totally prove you wrong."
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But Leo sounds the same, and he wonders how many times they've gone through such verbal fencing and he not realized he might have actually hurt his brother in some way or another?
Donnie forces out a snort, trying to ignore it, but he's back to hunching over again, his wings folding back against him, compact as they allow. "Well, I'll just have to either find an abandoned skateboard or the parts to make one," he says dismissively, trying to hang onto that mien of indifference, but neither is he exaggerating about trying to build something for his brother. Maybe in this place it seems a ridiculous notion, but if they don't try to have some fun somehow, then...
He knows there's some logic to that thought but he can't really put it into words right then.
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Still, he does perk up a bit at the suggestion that Donnie will build a skateboard. It's not a priority and he shouldn't get his hopes up when they have a million other things to worry about and he wants Donnie to not get so bogged down with projects that he doesn't take care of himself. But the small flame of excitement was probably detectable anyway.
"Only if you're that eager to lose this one," he says, also trying to sound indifferent.
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But there's something, a brightness that easily comes through the denseness, and it in turn picks his own mood up, if somewhat hesitantly.
He's never worried about trying to tread so cautiously around his brothers when it comes to words, or perhaps more aptly, has never considered such. ...man, knowing what other people feels...is really horrible, wow, Donnie does not approve of it at all. Never mind that people usually tend to be a little more sensitive in that regard even without being made aware through supernatural means.
"What, the skateboard? I'll just make two. What's the point in making one just to watch you eat ramp?" he says, chancing a look back, feeling confident enough to not have to force a smile.
...can he even skateboard with wings? The thought comes unbidden, his expression flickering into some brief self-doubt mixed with curiosity as he casts a glance at the feathers just over his shoulder.
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But then Donnie suddenly looks unsure again. And Leo doesn’t need magic tumbleweeds to catch that. He may not know exactly what’s going through Donnie’s mind right now, but something just shook his confidence.
Leo scoots forward, tossing an arm nonchalantly over Donnie’s shoulders, having to maneuver a bit around the tips of the wings. Love and concern and a little playful prodding are the main feelings now.
“If anyone can figure it out, it’s you,” he says. “I’m looking forward to totally smoking you.”
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He relaxes a bit under Leo's arm, even as he huffs out a sigh because they're brothers and never going to admit such weaknesses.
"And I'll look forward to making you eateth thy words again."
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He lets go of Donnie and flops back onto the mattress again, grabbing another handful of chips. He's feeling more relaxed now than he was before. Being inside the tank lessens his anxiety a little. It feels like their safe place. Maybe their only safe place.
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There's no heat in it; this is their typical banter and things are feeling more...normal. Donnie doesn't want to ruin it by going back to work on things, but it feels kind of nice being able to finally relax himself.
He shifts so he can lean an arm over the edge of the mattress and better steal a few more chips, keeping his wings out of the way. Makes him miss having an actual bed.
"Wonder what the chances of finding any places with pillows or blankets to scavenge," he can't help but wonder aloud as he rests his head in the crook of his arm.
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Leo admits that having actual blankets and pillows and not just a bunk mattress would be pretty nice, though. And maybe a sleep mask again... It feels safer in the tank than in the bunkhouse, but there's still too many lights sometimes for him to sleep well.
Oh well. It's fine, he's managing.
"We can look out for that at the next place we go to, too."
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"Those seats were not meant for sleeping in, long-term," he grumbles. At least Raph's is big enough to kind of curl up in. "Pillows would be a game-changer." A big ol' pile of them to snuggle into, woven in with blankets...
Okay, that's a weird thought, but it still sounds way comfier than what he sleeps on now.
He smiles when Leo makes the suggestion, hoping the next place is ideal for such. "I was talking with Ruby about whether we might find an old mall sometime. Find an old arcade... bedding shop..."
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Or at least wheels, or decks, or something. It's a nice thought.
"But blankets should probably be the priority. Blankets and pillows... and food."
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"...oh. Yeah, I suppose food is also important." And chips are an inadequate source of sustenance, but at the moment they'll suffice. He'll refrain from talking about food too in-depth, lest it just make them more hungry and miserable for what they don't have access to anymore.
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This is kind of a lie, as Leo has already been showing up to the tank with food just with the intention of feeding Donnie, but he can't openly admit he cares enough to do it! That's just not the dynamic they have. That's Mikey's thing, and if Mikey were here Leo would gladly let him do it.
(He's very glad Mikey is not here, though.)
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Eyes closed, Donnie gives a snort at that. "I know, I know. Maybe I can convert the soft-serve machine into a mini-fridge or something..." he mutters, tired of the nagging but he knows he really needs to remember things like eating and sleeping. All the more so if he's going to be looking out for Leo.
"Wake me up when mealtime comes around and I'll go grab us dinner so we can eat here." That way Leo won't have to keep broadcasting his feelings to random people, if it's still lasted by then.
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Though at the specific instructions, he can't help but smile a little.
"Heh. Does that mean it's naptime?"
He's a little satisfied about it. It seeps through the teasing.
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Turns out, dealing with emotions and worrying about when your brother will come back is very exhausting, he's not sure how people do it. Good thing he doesn't have to normally!
"Quick nap," he concedes. "I'm sure those chips were laced with something." Hopefully he doesn't drool on the mattress.
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He still feels bad that he made Donnie worry all that time... but he thinks bringing it up now will just sour the mood again. Right now, it's relaxed. And Leo isn't going to leave again. He can handle this.
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