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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












faceguy: (my testimony)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-07-10 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Leo can't help but grin at that correction. "I like the way you think."

He will probably not use this loophole the way Martin intends.

But the important thing here in the present is that he nods at the things Martin is grabbing. "Hah! So there was a way to do it. I knew it."

He wasn't really listening to the explanation about heating coils... except maybe he was, just a little.
faceguy: (cause baby i'm gifted)

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-07-10 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"A supermarket... That'd be nice."

They're approaching the way they came in now. Leo stops at the junction, looking around.

"Alright... should we try to find more parts? Or get out of here?"
bufudine: (the usual rainy weather :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-07-10 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Serph tilts his head, tucking his wings at his back, heedless of how the bottom pair drag through the water.

"What would make you feel worthy?"
bufudine: (the usual rainy weather :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-07-10 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Right? It's strange.

Well, Serph is satisfied with his meal, spending some time to clean his hands by lapping the blood off them. (Varuna is not, but when is he ever?) He'll wash up properly in the washrooms, but no sense wasting good fresh blood.]


I'm heading back.

[To the Room, that is.]

What will you do with the rest?

[Of what remains of the elphadunk.]
propatriamori: (pic#17907251)

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-07-10 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. Something to keep myself aware of, I suppose.

[Edward imagines they're both thinking the same thing: extra sense could potentially fix his vision. Turning into a monster might not be the worst thing if he could see again.]

Will you please tell me if you notice any changes happening? I'd offer to do the same, but I'm rather at a disadvantage with such things.
iron_stomach: (pic#17905565)

[personal profile] iron_stomach 2025-07-10 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's still comforting, having perfectly ordinary behaviors like not wasting perfectly good blood all over one's hands still happening, and not this feigned High Society stuff most of the convoy relies on.

He turns a speculative gaze on the fire, the cooking meat and the remains of his prey as Serph says he's leaving. There's an immediate impulse to ask him to stay, but there's no reason beyond just wanting familiarity around instead of strangeness. Mostly the only reason. Half, at least.]


Eat it, if no-one else is going to. Try that salt preserving thing maybe. Find some of those cold boxes. I got options.

[Waste not, and all that.]

... Tired?
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[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-07-11 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
It's a good question, and for a moment, Akechi peers over his shoulder. They could scour for more, and yet...

"We're not the only ones searching. I believe we can afford to pace ourselves."
undyingcrow: (closed eyes)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-07-11 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"To be honest, I don't know." At least Akechi only has a single pair of wings. Folding them close reduces the amount of water that touches them. "I robbed two of his teammates of a parent, and even if I acted under orders, that hardly removes my culpability. I even enjoyed killing the second one, after all the wretchedness he used me for."

He laughs, weak and brittle, at his own expense. "His daughter deserved better, however."
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-07-11 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Not terribly, but I can explain, anyway. Wool is like fur, like-- like this, only thicker and softer and longer." He frees one hand from his fishing pole to ruffle his own hair. "It comes from an animal called a sheep. Cotton is the same except it comes from a plant. You take the wool or the cotton and you roll it, spin it, using a little thing called a drop spindle-- I would show it to you but I don't have it with me. I can show you later. But when you roll it tightly enough, it turns into thread. Like this." Now he touched the fishing line, which admittedly is not thread but at least looks like it. "Then I use the thread to stitch clothes together, tie them together kind of, or weave the threads together to make new fabric-- though I don't actually have the tools to weave here."

Jack has the gift of the gab, sorry Heat. Also he knows Serph would always prefer to have things explained, so hopefully Heat is the same.
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-07-11 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Like a what?" Jack asks, cocking his head curiously. He has a lot of knowledge, but it's all of practical things, or emotional things. Math has always left him baffled, and his amount of actual science knowledge is limited to "things you should not eat" and "things that can eat you".
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-07-11 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh. I do not know if we have demons where I come from, exactly," he muses, because he knows there are gods but are those really the same thing? "But vampires are not... that. They are more like werewolves, like me, except they change every time they must feed and don't really lose their minds like I do. They can be good or bad, the same as any person. Or, well, any person who must have blood to live, I suppose." He nudges her gently with his elbow to her arm. "Tell me about your vampire friend?"
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-07-11 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I absolutely need to," Jack sighs. Despite his best efforts, he is still dripping, and suppressing the urge to shake all the way here has been awful. He hops into the tub with his coat. Then he offers, "Why don't you go get me a towel and I'll shake off as well as I can while you aren't right there to get wet."
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-07-11 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Jack considers that a long moment, looking back down at the image of his sister. He's tried to imagine for a long time what she might look like, now. Would her hair have darkened? Would it have gone a more natural shade of white-blonde, even as his turned more pewter, like an old man or a wolf? Would she have scars, would she have fought others or run from them? Would she really be angry, or would she have moved beyond that?

Talking to a ghost in the water won't make anything right, but he does slip out of Serph's wings to crouch down and reach out a hand to her. She looks dubiously back at him, but after a moment bends, too, as if to touch his fingers.

Then the water ripples violently and there's the werewolf snapping fangs at him. It can't hurt him, it's just a reflection in the water, but Jack pulls his hand back anyway. "You, I have nothing to say to," he says, almost primly.
bufudine: (roger that :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-07-11 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Serph shakes his head. No, he isn't tired; they've lived a much harsher life. The memory of the Junkyard's constant gunfire, constant fighting, will always be close at hand.

But he's also never been batted around by bad weather before arriving in Revan, tossed about by forces more powerful than something that is merely alive. The place has its own dangers that aren't made by people.]


I plan on searching the waterways in the morning.

[So it would be best to rest while there are other Drifters taking the night watch.

He assumes Heat will want to come.]
bufudine: (shorty :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-07-11 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Serph keeps his gaze on Akechi, no judgement in his voice.

"You see yourself as a killer. Ren sees you as worthy of affection."

Two things that seemingly do not mix. A binary, opposites, incompatibility.

"Both of you are correct. Both of you are wrong." Does Akechi understand? "What do you think of Ren? What does he think of himself?"
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[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-07-11 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ If there's one particularly human thing about Danse, it's the way he's so rarely capable of keeping what he's feeling off his face. And it's no wonder both the Institute and the Brotherhood are so keen to destroy him, in one way or another, when neither of their respective philosophies can withstand the idea of synths having genuine feelings at all.

He just looks regretful now, more than anything. He isn't sure he disagrees with SecUnit, and might agree even more if he knew more about what it was capable of--he doesn't know. But the fact that it tries to be less dangerous to others--tries at its own expense--it's all Danse can possibly ask of another synth, because it's all he can do himself, either. He weighs his words for a while, quietly. ]


If you've given anyone here a reason to regret trusting you, I haven't heard of it. I think that's probably more than some others can say. It's a good track record.

But I don't know what else you mean by that.
bufudine: (searching for something lost :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-07-11 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Serph lets Jack slip out and away from him, standing nearby and watching Jack in contemplation. It's not often he sees Jack quiet like this, lost in thoughts unvoiced.

He notices how the light of day brushes against Jack's hair, lending a faint glow to where they meet. He notes the curves of Jack's fingertips as they reach for his sister, reflection colouring skin as he approaches a tangent to the surface. He observes the planes of Jack's face, lines drawn sharp as he holds no smile for the werewolf in the water's mirror.

Quietly, Serph steps forward to crouch beside Jack, resting a hand on his shoulder, grip gentle but firm.
bufudine: (roger that :|)

[personal profile] bufudine 2025-07-11 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a pause for a beat longer than it should. ...What was any of that even supposed to mean? Remote for what?

Serph nods.

Without another word, he is striding forward, the brand on his face glowing before lines spread over his body. Wings melting back into his torso, his form shifts into that of a demon that has fins reminiscient of a fish.

It isn't exactly easy to sneak up on a floating fish monster with spikes on an open coastline even at night, so Serph doesn't even bother trying. But the moment that he enters the distance that his target deems too close, he breaks out into a sprint. Agitated, the blugu flings quills at Serph, which he mostly deflects by protecting himself with the thicker carapace on his arms turned outwards. He ignores the quill that strikes his leg and closes the distance with a long-legged stride, unsheathing the blade in his arm and skewering the blugu before it can fly away.

Come get your fresh kebab, Leo :)
undyingcrow: (distant)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-07-12 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Ren is everything I could have been, had I not succumbed to revenge, and had I not been alone." He slowly shakes his head, wings slightly drooping. "I resented him at first. Told myself I hated him, despite him being the one person I had genuinely connected with in many, many years."

Ridiculous. He knows that now, but hatred was easier at the time. It made his objectives... well, he deluded himself into thinking it was simpler.

"Despite everything, he hasn't given up on me. I won't push him away, but I still don't understand it."
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[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-07-12 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
No, I can't say that I have.

[Maggie supposes it's something she'll have to keep an eye out for now - after seeing SecUnit fight, the fact that the monster was able to injure it speaks volumes as to the potential damage it can cause.]

Are they local, do you think, or one of us?

[She catches its glance between her and the reflection of Hershel staring up at her from the water. She can imagine what he would say if he was here now. She supposes she should probably offer some explanation.]

My son. It's, uh, a long story.
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[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-07-12 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

[ Her tone comes back soft and appreciative. It's been long enough since the world fell apart that the simple, but sincere expression of sympathy from Edward comes as a bit of a surprise. Then again, she expects he would probably understand better than most given the war.]

Sometimes the solution just means finding a way forward. That's pretty much where we are. Things like this - I'm sure you already know - has a way of bringing out the best, and the worst, in people.
solitarysoul: (distress)

cw this is where he starts talking about younger kids who died

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-07-12 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Levi stops, "Of course it matters! They're dead and I'm alive where I don't deserve to be!" Maybe Termina and this place are just punishments for him. Maybe he did die and went to some sort of hell...that would probably be for the best. "They could have done so much more but instead they were thrown away like broken toys and I couldn't do anything!"

He saved a few, but it was such a small number it barely counted. His voice hitches, tears flowing down his cheeks. "...it didn't matter how young they were. How new or how long they'd been at the front. I couldn't," his voice breaks, coming out uneven between sobs, "...I couldn't even save Max...he was only ten..!"
solitarysoul: commisioned art (What?)

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-07-12 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Levi furrows his brow and cants his head slightly.]

...I really don't think so.

[Levi's reflection has ducked down so the railing hides him from those on the ground. He carefully checks over his rifle again before reloading.]
solitarysoul: (uh?)

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-07-12 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Um." Levi furrows his brow but he quickly comes to the conclusion that he can't understand any of this.

"Its probably weird magic shit. You might not set everything on fire...j-just...be careful? I guess."
solitarysoul: (sitting)

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-07-12 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, no problem. I could feel the ears pretty easily but that was it. If I see anything different about you I'll let you know.

[He pauses to study Edward, making sure he knows what the man looks like so he can spot any changes that inevitably crop up later.]