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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] route666rp2025-06-07 04:39 pm

JUNE EVENT LOG




Eventually, gravity behaves normally as the Convoy reaches a new region. Rivers crisscross this area, carving paths through hills and valleys alike. The vegetation has come back in earnest, after being thinned out by the thorn scrub and ragged brush. Now green grass and flowers are thick on the hills, along with scattered trees. The weather begins to cloud over, with dour skies and rain being a constant. The moon and sun alike are often smothered by clouds, making for gloomy and moody scenery in turns.

















01: GAS STATION GALLOWS


Surprisingly, there’s another gas station so soon, right where the river bends. With sheets of rain coming down and the sky growing dark, it looks like the safest spot… At least until the Convoy comes in close. Bodies hang from the roof of the gas station, like macabre puppets on strings and nooses. They have long since turned to Husks with hints of transformations poking through. A message has been spray painted on the ground: “PURGE.” Under the message is a symbol of a sword piercing the moon, and a name: “Steel Wardens.”

The Convoy tries start the speakers, like in the grasslands… But something is wrong. Last month’s attacks took a heavy toll on the Convoy. Instead, the phones of various Drifters start playing the melody. A crackling transmission comes in:
“Sorry… Gotta ask this of you. Only way to help these poor bastards on their way. In return… Try to answer your questions-”

The radio cuts out after that. But if Drifters choose, they can send out a message after sending a Husk on their way. The radio will try to answer, though reception is still patchy and responses are short.
02: BROKEN SHIELD
As the Convoy tries to settle down for an evening, something goes wrong. The shield flickers in and out, before popping like a soap bubble. While most of the local Husks have been exorcised thanks to fellow Drifters, it’s still a tense couple of nights.

And without the shield, the effects of the moon becomes more vivid. Some nights the storm clouds help mask the moon and dampen the call… But other nights it can break through the gloom and shine harshly on the Convoy. Drifters may find themselves spending sleepless nights wandering the Convoy perimeter… Or maybe wandering out into the wilds. Where there’s still no shortage of other monsters prowling around, and waiting to pounce on any fresh meat. A few of them may even try raiding the Convoy now that the shield is down. Some Drifters may opt to form watches during the night, or try to find some form of fitful sleep. After several nights of this, the Convoy itself seems to have had enough, with how the screens flare up one morning to show a map and repeat a message:

“Scan complete. Field Generator components found nearby. Request immediate retrieval and installation.”

03: POWER PLANT APPROACH
The structure in question lays in the middle of a lake, fed by several rivers. It looks like some form of old water-fed power plant, with broken wheels still turning. Approaching the power plant is possible through either precarious and half rusted bridges (travel on foot is advised!) or through fording the water. Though that carries its own risk. (See Prompt 4: Don’t Drown.)

Approach on the bridges is a risky matter. The metal looks ready to fall apart if too much weight is placed on it. Hopefully Drifters approaching this way are light footed, or have some means of rescue if the floor breaks underneath them.

The power plant also has its own defenses in the form of floating puffer fish flying above the lake, and strange elongated diving monsters swimming the depths. The Blugu attack with needles and sleep bubbles, trying to knock any Drifters of bridges into the waters below for the Divers.
03-A: POWER PLANT EXPLORATION

The Convoy reports say that the generator is in several components that different groups of Drifters need to find in the old building. Be warned that there’s flooding in parts of the hallways, the deeper one goes. And the water might still very well have some weird, transformative properties! If it doesn’t, there are still partially submerged hallways that reflect Drifters anxieties, regrets, and insecurities back on them. But with searching, Drifters can find generator components in the following rooms:
Boiler Room, where an old machine still shoots out super hot steam that can easily burn and scald.
Bone Room, which clearly isn’t part of the old workings, but something has co-opted this room and turned it into a collection of bones. Bones from monsters, metal bones from husks… All of them carrying sharp edges.
Cold Room, where repeated Moon Warps have turned this room into a freezer. At least the component isn’t damaged, and just needs to be chipped out of the ice?
Electric Room, which has gone a bit haywire, with stray bolts of electricity criss-crossing the room. The component lays in the center, but to reach it the electricity must be dodged or redirected.
03-B: POWER PLANT INSTALLATION
Jars:There is one more room taking up a chunk of the ruins. It is filled with jars that reach from floor to ceiling… And those jars have people in them. Or the remains of people. They’re overgrown by vines and plantlife, turned to Husks, and their heads are broken and cut open. Drifters likely have a good guess on where those brain monsters from last month came from.

Next to the jars is a monitor with a brief message: “Contact lost with----. Engaging emergency sleep procedures. We may never wake, but we need to try.” There’s a handful of people still intact in their jars… But getting too close to them trips an alarm system. Chromehounds, lasers, the works all turn on to try and drive Drifters away from the room!

Installation:Thankfully, returning to the Convoy and installing the generator pieces is easy enough. They fit together easily, almost magnetically. Anyone with a degree of tech savviness can aid in the effort, and a compartment in the Convoy opens up to help install the generator.

After this, the shield finally hums to life, and nights become a lot more peaceful.
04: DON'T DROWN
There’s a river that snakes through the landscape. It turns blood red during sunsets, glows with starlight at night, and is an almost hypnotic blue during the day. Once or twice, the Convoy crosses over it on long bridges. And it eventually empties into a massive lake with the abandoned powerplant in the center.

If someone chooses to ford the river or take a dip in it, something more unnerving happens. The waters go still and reflect the Drifter, no matter how much splashing is done. The deeper anyone goes, the more the reflection grows; most of the time, the reflection is some aspect a Drifter would sooner keep hidden. The river might even replay an image of something they regret.

If a Drifter gets up to their chest in the water, their reflection snaps into a monstrous form, and something pulls them underwater. When they emerge they are completely changed. This effect lasts the entire month before wearing off in dryer climates: the only way to cut it short is to take Salve from the thorn scrub, or gamble with the hospital medicines.


05: MONSTER SHIFT, MERFOLK
The waters of this area have one last twist; submerging imparts Merfolk traits. On top of all Merfolk traits the following is also available this month:
+Double Drowning: Merfolk with the compulsion to drown other creatures can find some very tempting targets along the river banks; horse-like creatures lingering near the waters. But upon contact with the creatures, it becomes clear that not only are they life-like machines, they rapidly disassemble into weighted nets. Or they just explode into shrapnel; either option can spell trouble for the Merfolk!
+Current Thrall: whenever the sun sets, the river currents change to something more chaotic and twisted, uncertain which way to flow. This lasts until moonrise, when they settle on flowing the opposite way. But it will be up to Merfolk to shape water or survive the twisting currents until then.
+Illuminating Light: Bioluminescence can light up the bottom of lakes and rivers, revealing the remains of Husks and almost prophetic writing carved into stone.
+Not So Dry Land: Merfolk pulled onto dry land can shape water into containers and spheres to keep them hydrated… And with some focus and practice, even give themselves a way to surf across land!
+Bigger Fish: The lakes and rivers hold their share of monsters besides the Merfolk. Some, like Mizutsune and packs of Forneus and Divers, see Merfolk as viable prey, and appetizing to boot.
06: DROWNED SONG
The power plant shifts the further it sinks into the depths. Waters flood the lower levels, and transform the structure; industrial concrete and tunnels are replaced by ornate columns and a spacious ball room, along with an opulent stage.

And almost all of it is submerged in transforming waters. Only merfolk (or those sharing a Merfolk’s kiss) have a chance of surviving this area. Flood waters can easily sweep Drifters down into the depths. There’s even stray rivers that feed into the underwater opera from the outside.

A silent leviathan traces through the ruins, serpentine and whale like. It has no interest in the Drifters unless they float too close to its mouth and appear as snacks… But its wake generates strange whirlpools that can bash and bruise, and keeps everyone trapped in the opera house. Bubbles rise up from the floor or swirl in the whirlpools, and provide flashes of vision: a finned priestess meditating on the moon and then sinking into the depths. Said bubbles also release soft melodies of song; beware of potentially singing along, which can draw attention from the drowned machines.
06-A: SONIC CRY
An array of ornate dish shaped machines catch all sound and magnify it… And track the leviathan as it moves through the opera house, always angled on the monster. As the machines collect more sound, they echo it back in damaging soundwaves that sound like a requiem or a dirge.

The sound in turn is distorted into words that match the bubble visions:
Offer your songs and voice to the moon… She can transform them into power, greater than anything the Wardens could ever give. Even as the old audience fears you, the moon will always listenSuch monsters are a poison. To the water. The land. The very air. They are a blight upon our world that pollute everything. We will always find new and better ways to cull, as long as they come back.

Anything caught up in those sound waves can feel pressure and pain in their bodies, but that’s just a side effect of the crossfire. The machines are focused on the leviathan, and bringing it down now that they have ammunition. It’s all enough to seriously damage or outright kill the leviathan depending on how much noise Drifters make, or how much song is pulled out of them by the currents and the bubbles.
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.

Boat Salvage: There’s a large amount of abandoned boats on the river, some beached and some drifting free in the rivers. It’s possible to salvage equipment or supplies from them… Just make sure you know how to swim, in case you fall overboard.

Gone Fishing Part 2: Much like the marshes in the forests, there’s spots for fishing here as well! Please remain careful with submerging in the water, as the transformed fish are still willing to bite back.

Flooding: One aspect of the river lands, especially with the waters and rains, is the roads flooding over. Some can be crossed with risk, others require routing around. Or a bit of creative bridge building.

Rain: Storms are a constant in the river lands, ranging between fog and mist, to complete downpours, and thunderstorms! It can make for somber moods, with occasional breaks of sunlight or moonlight.


NAVIGATION












facethefacts: howd he fucking do that (ventriloquist drinking water)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-06-16 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't wanna talk technology with me, pal." he replies, and despite how light in tone he keeps it, Danse of all people might be able to infer just how dark that conversation might get. "Besides, I can't even find the thing in my pack- I'm telling you, something's not ri--"

Deacon goes silent.

Where Danse can't see, he starts panicking. Very suddenly, the water that he's been miraculously breathing through as if his head was surrounded by a bubble is flooding into his mouth again. He manages not to inhale too much of it, but his body still instinctively wants to cough, and he struggles in the water. A hand lashes out to slap and grab at Danse's tail, and Deacon begins to flicker into view again, clearly choking on something.
Edited 2025-06-16 01:10 (UTC)
androidvictoriam: (pb - rough)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-06-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't quite luck that makes Danse turn around just in time, and it isn't the way Deacon's terrified hand reaches out for him. He's already whipped around, smoldering with anger, at the underlying insult in Deacon's words--what he still refuses to take as anything but an insult, regardless of whether anyone associated with the Railroad would mean it as one. He can call himself a machine all he wants, and does, and he'll let SecUnit do it now too, but Deacon doesn't get to call him "technology"--

All of that completely ceases to matter, flying instantly out of his head, as Deacon finally snaps back into view with horrible deja-vu. It's an entirely different awful thing to see him kicking and flailing like this when he'd been unconscious before, and a sickening additional wave of fear sweeps through Danse as he realizes he hasn't been paying attention to where the ceilings are as they swim downward--he doesn't know if there's enough clearance to get Deacon's head back above water in time.

But he tries, anyway, grabbing Deacon like before and shooting upward with a strong thrash of his tail, and finding that there's just enough room to surface. A few more yards forward, and there wouldn't have been.

He's slightly breathless himself now, from the exertion and the emotion of it, and he doesn't let go of Deacon this time. He looks back down the way they came, knowing it won't be easy to retrace with ordinary human breathing capacity, and the way forward, which would be impossible.

"Shit," he says finally, with appropriate gravity.
faceguy: (american dream)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs. “Sure. I’ll keep an eye out for some non-canned weenies.”

“I guess the more important thing is, what are we gonna do right now to get the parts out?” He folds his arms. “I don’t guess you can melt this with your head?”
faceguy: (got nothin to learn)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-16 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
For what we’re doing? About as far as I can see. Maybe a little further.

[He can see pretty far, though. Young, mutant eyes.]

I can go further, but… my aim gets off.
faceguy: (these desperate times)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-16 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Leo’s trying to actually listen to Donnie’s techno-talk these days. It helps that none of this was hard for him to understand. He nods at the end, sloshing on.

“Well, we’ll just have to tuh-rust that the convoy knows what it’s talking about!”
facethefacts: spin the wheel for heart attack or shit yourself (shouldnt have skipped cardio)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-06-16 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Deacon certainly hadn't meant ton insult not only his closest thing to a friend in this world, let alone a synth that is every bit as human as his Barbara was. And he'll feel sick to know Danse took it that way, given every moment of his life since losing Barbara to begin with has been spent doing everything in his power to make up for bigotry he was once capable of. Twenty years or so spent fighting for the end of synth slavery just to piss one off in a bout of bickering seems like a whole lot of backtracking.

Not that this is the current problem. That would be the lack of air in his lungs.

But Danse moves quickly, and before he can succumb to the depths he's being dragged through the water. The moment they breach it he gasps harshly for air, coughing again, his hands pressing to his face to adjust his glasses once more... because that's a priority.

"We have got. To stop meeting like this." he rhasps, deflating slightly. There's not really anything available for him to rest against but Danse himself, but given his predicament, he doesn't think the other man will mind the way he sags a bit and bunts his head against him until he's breathing normally again.
purplexing: (I feel better already)

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-16 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
That gets Leo a splash in the face as Donnie does his best to hide a smirk behind an annoyed scowl.

"Hard to say if it's steered us wrong considering all the great places it seems to have brought us to so far."
cantgetoverit: (04)

[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-06-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a small mercy that SecUnit asks what she's doing in the water, rather than about the reflection staring up at her. Maybe if she is very, very lucky, it won't ask at all.

She turns back towards the shore, it wasn't her intention to venture too far away from it anyway.]


There's a boat - a bit further up. Looks like it'd be pretty hard to get to from the shore, though. Even if it's not salvageable, it might still have something useful on board.
cantgetoverit: (05)

[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-06-16 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[One eyebrow lifts as he mentions having a brother. There's more of them?

Of course there's more of them.]


No. The turtles where I'm from definitely don't talk. They're also usually a lot smaller.

[Her focus is on the husk as Leo approaches it with the phone held out. She's not sure what to expect, but she's willing to let it play out anyway. She steps closer, ready to intervene if the effort goes sideways.]

Maybe you two shouldn't go running up on people - I'm sure there's lots of others here who'd get jumpy about that kind of thing. Especially in a place like this. Better to be ready for anything.
androidvictoriam: (startled)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-06-16 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't mind it, even if it makes his breath catch faintly with surprise, calling to mind the image of Haylen crumpling against the pauldron of his power armor while he'd tried awkwardly to hold and comfort her with metal gauntlets the size of her torso. It's the only other time in his memory that he's ever needed to support anyone in quite that way, and it's a very, very different sensation when he's not even wearing a shirt, let alone an impenetrable mech suit. He'd thought Nora's hug had felt like being thrown into the deep end after so long being unaccustomed to touch--he sees now that he hadn't even realized what the deep end really was.

The flippancy helps. It's normal. He'll take it. He holds himself carefully still, spine stiff and muscles tense, but he's trying to be helpful in that sense, an anchor in the water.

"All right," he says, trying to organize his thoughts tactically here, even if he still sounds a little scattered. "Our best bet is to...try to recreate the conditions that made it possible for you to breathe up until this point, even if we know now that it wasn't a permanent solution. If it works again, it'll buy us time."
faceguy: (i always earn)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-16 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, it is so on! Leo splashes right back, even more aggressively.

“Steered us wrong, huh? Not bad.”
facethefacts: how do you get blood out of a wig (youd think this thing would offer some c)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-06-16 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Deacon isn't thinking about anything but oxygen. Sweet, delicious oxygen. He loves oxygen. So much so that when Danse suggests recreating the circumstances of what allowed his continual breathing of it to begin with, he stirs in the other man's arms and jolts back slightly.

"Are you insane?" he asks, voice cracking, "Those conditions involved me with two lungs full of water and you trying to eat my face." he pauses, eyebrows furrowing, almost like a lightbulb has appeared above his head.

"Was it... when you bit me?" he asks, "Does that grant me fish powers? That feels... dumb," he mutters, not realizing that the real solution is actually much dumber.
faceguy: (your weapon of choice)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-16 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Just trying to help you, sheesh. Next time I’ll just let a monster eat you.

[There’s a glow from the husk, then a ghostly form rises out of it, drifting away toward the sky. Leo watches it go, feeling relief and satisfaction as it does.]

There, see? How’s that, Ms. Jumpy?
purplexing: (just like we planned)

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-16 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Donnie sputters, choking on a laugh even as he instinctively moves to retaliate, using both his hands this time. There is no way he's going to let Leo have the last splash.

"Thank you, thank you- that one slipped, but I am the funny one after all."
faceguy: (with the plan)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-16 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Alright, splashing him back and committing the blasphemy of calling himself the funny one?

Yeah, that’s it: it doesn’t matter that this is a flooded power plant in the middle of a monster-infected lake, he’s grabbing Donnie and dunking him under the water.
androidvictoriam: (we need to talk)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-06-16 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I did no such thing," Danse growls, with the slight overprotestation of a werewolf wondering secretly and guiltily if he actually somehow might have. Not purposely, in any case. "If you cut yourself on my teeth when you assaulted me, that's on you. But I wasn't suggesting going back that far, considering that the entire point here is to keep you un-drowned."

He will not comment on the ludicrous comic-book notion of accidental mutual bloodshed being the key here, except...well, it makes exactly as much logical sense as transforming into a merman when he wades far enough into the water, so how can either of them afford to be selectively skeptical?

"I will remind you that I was resuscitating you, whatever you might try to call it. Maybe that's what did it. I had to breathe for you until you could manage on your own, so maybe it...somehow...lingered, for a few hours."

Yes. It sounds really, really dumb.
purplexing: (i will keel your face)

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-16 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe he should have anticipated that. As it is, Donnie clearly does not, his yelp turning into a burbling protest as he gets pushed underwater, arms and wings flailing. At least it seems there isn't anything in the waters here aside from them because all the splashing and noise they're making would surely get anyone's attention.

Donnie gasps once he gets his head above water again, still mostly submerged as he glares at Leo. Beneath the water, he tries to hook his legs around his brother's waist to pull him down.
facethefacts: wake me up when you're ready to head out (sleeping with my eyes open)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-06-16 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Assaulted you? Come on. That's a bit dramatic." He mutters this as if he hasn't suggested Danse tried to eat him at least 4 times in the last several hours.

Deacon takes a deep breath. "...So you're telling me I need a belly full of your hot fish breath or I'm stuck wading this water until my arms give out and I drown anyway?" And how does that make more sense than the werefish thing? Whatever.

"Can I at least get some tartar sauce this time?"
faceguy: (USDA certified lean)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-06-16 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Leo is laughing right up until he feels those legs hook around him. He manages to say something that sounds like "No, don't!" in between his snickers, but it's too late, and down under he goes.

He flails underneath the water until he gets his face back up, shouting, "Truce, truce!"
purplexing: (mystic adds flavor)

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-06-16 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, the sweetness of revenge. It's amazing how a simple deed can satisfy a person. Donnie lets Leo go once he's gotten him completely under the water, grinning.

"All right, all right," he says once he's caught his breath, but he's cautious all the same, not about to be caught off guard twice in a row.
mytearsaremine: (startled)

[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2025-06-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Her feet are moving, treading water to keep her afloat, though she bobs a little up and down with each kick. She gets her breathing back under control-- she's a habitual swimmer, breathe control is important-- as he reaches her. It's still a little faster than it should be. "What happened," she says more than asks, trying not to sound panicked. "I just got in and-- and you!"

She finally sees who's approaching her, and his arms are all weird.
mytearsaremine: (Default)

[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2025-06-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"It depends on how strong you are, if you can hold yourself up a little bit to let yourself breathe," Jolie explains. She reaches into her pocket to pull out her radio. She's certainly not going to fight the monsters that come out of the husks. She's not good enough yet, despite having mastered a punch and her slingshot, finally.

So she explains, figuring he's new, "We're supposed to play them music. From these."
She shows him the radio. "Then their spirits get freed and they won't turn into monsters."
androidvictoriam: (surly)

[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-06-16 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Unbelievable." Danse isn't intentionally baring his lower fangs with that surly scowl, but it has the effect of reminding Deacon exactly why he now has a cut on his lip after that headbutt anyway.

"If being enjoyable is a priority for any of this, nobody told me. Because I can assure you, it hasn't been a walk in the damn park on my end either." But he hasn't shoved Deacon away yet, so either he's not as bothered as he was before, or he recognizes that the situation is more serious now than it was then. It's a little of both.

"If it works, it works. If it doesn't, we don't have all night to figure something else out. Even I can't just tread water forever." Or...whatever the equivalent of hovering with tail fins is. "I think we can be adults about this, don't you?"
mytearsaremine: (dubious)

[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2025-06-16 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Of course she can't talk and either can breathe or doesn't need to... she's clearly been walking all this time. The throat wound doesn't necessarily explain anything, but she does look at it with more concern.

"Right, okay. Um. Hang on." Jolie doesn't know if she's strong enough to pull Faith up to the surface, but she can get to the part of the tunnel ahead that's out of the water and probably... get her out from there. Probably. She thinks.

She darts away again, up and out, to the surface where there's a catwalk too far up for Faith to swim to if she has no bouyancy. She clings there and looks down, frowning.

The water around Faith starts to stir up, a current localizing around Faith's body... but only that, for the moment.
facethefacts: i can just go get a new face tomorrow (bullet goes here)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-06-16 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
As if subliminal at the show of those fangs, Deacon's teeth worry at his own lip where it had been cut, making the skin throb beneath them. He is going to need some serious antiseptic whenever they get out of here.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I owe you a whole pack of cigarettes at this point. Probably more than that. And some fancy lads," he attempts diplomatically. For what it's worth, it's been good fortune having Danse around to begin with.

"Uh huh. Sure. Pucker up, buttercup."