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Jun. 4th, 2025 11:30 pm
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Who: Heat, Jack Russell, John Doe and Serph
What: Serph takes an old comrade to meet new comrades, not knowing they've already met, for better or worse
When: The night of Heat's arrival
Where: The Convoy, in the large bedroom closest to the washrooms
Warnings: Violence, as usual :') Somehow not as bad as what is canon-typical (on all fronts)

Violence for violence is the rule of beasts )
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MAY STORY LOG

A catch all post for any extra works created for the month of May. (And extremely sorry this did not go up in May, everyone. It completely fell out of my mind after posting the log and the TDM. You can still count anything posted here for rewards.) Art, short stories, etc can all be posted here. Please remember that you cannot use these entries for Activity Check, but may use them for Activity Check Reward Points. Each entry will yield 1 reward point, up to a maximum of four per month.

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NAVIGATION


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Who: Arcade ([personal profile] taediosum) & OPEN
What: Arts & crafts (or some long overdue vehicle maintenance)
When: Some activity during the morning stop & early evening 
Where: His truck
Warnings: TBD but nothing likely

Note: I have an opt-in here for Arcade's vital sense ability, please leave a comment if it's something you're interested in coming up here or in future threads! Otherwise, no worries, it just won't work on/around them.

I'd love to stroll the Wasteland with a twitchy eyebot. )
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[personal profile] serialmurderbot
Who: SecUnit and OPEN
What: The husk hatches! This is actually good news.
When: Around the 19th.
Where: In and around the Convoy.
Warnings: Insectoid features, depictions of PTSD, others TBD.

Shutdown: restart )
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[personal profile] firstsoldier
Who: Sephiroth, OTA
What: Dealing with the nagging compulsion to 1. Hunt things 2. Eat something that doesn't disgust his more civilized morals. A whole-ass Chimera transformation complicates things.
When: Post Moon-Warp; 'now'?
Where: Still that miserable hot scorchy desert, oases, etc.
Warnings: May contain one or more of the following: Violence, bloodshed, gore, trauma, aggression, hierarchy scuffles, predator behavior, monster-connected trauma, and FF7 typical angst. Tiny kaiju battle in the parking lot.


Gone HuntingThe concern of an entire Convoy to feed is a good excuse to leave once it's parked for the night, and Sephiroth's made no secret of his excursions to find what he can that looks or smells edible, and hasn't yet bothered much with company. So far he's been as successful as anyone can hope to be, bringing back more strange creatures than plants that might be edible, but he hasn't touched any of them himself for meals.

Or much of anything else for that matter. While he does try now and again at mealtimes, nothing ordinary seems satisfactory, or sits like tasteless lead in his stomach. The creatures he kills for the convoy are as tempting now as they were with the Tower intact, though he doesn't eat them.

It hasn't affected him much so far by all appearances, as evening arrives and he prepares to head out again, exchanging his long black jacket for a more ordinary shirt and a sturdy pack to bring things back in. A small array of knives, no sign of the longsword he fights with, the key to his truck and a bottle of water are plenty to bring.. right? Except this time he's asked for another set of hands, intending to try to catch something more sizeable. Something that would struggle, and bleed, and be all the tastier for it--

Maybe you've volunteered. Maybe you got conscripted because you looked reasonably good at hunting or cleaning up the results of hunts. Either way.

"Ready to go?" He sounds and looks distracted.



Sometimes, you wake up as a monster.More often than not, Sephiroth sleeps in the back of his truck. It's not comfortable by most people's standards, but it's his, and generally he's not bothered there so it's an ideal refuge to withdraw to when the convoy and its people are too much. The longer he delayed in dealing with his own changes, the more he ignored what struck him as unnatural instinct, the harder it grows to brush off, and it's ... easier, in solitude. That he doesn't turn up in the morning after a stop isn't too much to worry about, the vehicles all have autopilot and his truck's placidly followed anyway.

He also doesn't turn up during the scorching heat of the day, and as the convoy once more parks at sunset, only then does he stir from the covered back of the truck, irritated, restless and hungry.

There's a large, feather-covered dinosaur in camp, on the wrong side of the shield; monsters aren't supposed to be able to get in. A dinosaur or a wingless bipedal dragon, a not-quite seamless blend of bird, mammal and reptile, disturbingly silent on huge clawed feet for all that it's the size of a large horse. Black feathers, silver scales, patches of tawny fluff that might be fur,eyes that glow faintly green in the dark, and rounded ears half-hidden in a lionlike mane of thicker, longer feathers. For those who have sharp enough noses and familiarity, the scent is still the same, for all that appearance has radically changed - that's the long-haired SOLDIER. Maybe he shouldn't have waited so long, but it seems ... so, so difficult to focus on anything other than the gnawing itch to hunt and NOT bother to bring it back this time for everyone else.

And he's prowling the convoy and its parked cars instead of out in the parched landscape, sniffing like a beast between vehicles, poking into open windows, following any alluring scent of bloody red.
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Who: OPEN Angel and You
What: Stargazing. Angel can't sleep so she watches the stars
When: Late at night near the end of the month
Where: Edge of the convoy
Warnings: Talk of depression, murder, death.

The stars are pretty, even on a broken world. )
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Who: Danse and Arcade
What: Danse's turn to suck it up and exchange backstory for help
When: Near the end of the month
Where: The medical facilities
Warnings: Moderately-detailed description of vomiting; potential mentions of human experimentation

burning down the capitals, wisest of the animals )
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[personal profile] solitarysoul
Who: Levi and Open
What: Levi's sorting through his items but he has a book bound in a something strange.
When: One evening, mid monthish, shortly after the convoy stops for the night.
Where: By Levi's motorcycle
Warnings: Its skin. The book is bound in skin. Fucked up Funger religion (blood sacrifice, human included). Will tag any of Levi's warnings as they come up but here's his content warnings.

He's got other stuff too! )
((for reference, Levi's got a dog nose, large erect dog ears w/ black fur and beanspads on his hands. His eyes are red w/black whites and he has claws and fangs. At this point in the month he also has a unicorn horn.
also i default to prose but will match style!))
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Who: Blake + Yang
What: Blake's got wings that aren't emerging correctly, and some intervention is needed
When: mid April
Where: The sick bay
Warnings: Potential gore, medical themes

I've only ever known the fight )
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[personal profile] qaw
Who: Blake, Pyrrha, Qrow, Ruby, and Yang
What: Catching up
When: Early April
Where: Blake's Van
Warnings: Discussions of trauma, war crimes, and risque drawings

It's a pleasantly cool mid-spring evening... )
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APRIL STORY LOG

A catch all post for any extra works created for the month of April. Art, short stories, etc can all be posted here. Please remember that you cannot use these entries for Activity Check, but may use them for Activity Check Reward Points. Each entry will yield 1 reward point, up to a maximum of four per month.

Feel free to use the following form:



NAVIGATION

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Who: Len & Arcade
What: A Conversation (or, Arcade speedruns his own companion quest because he does not feel safe)
When: Shortly after the new arrivals for March / early morning before the Convoy leaves
Where: Convoy → Arcade's truck
Warnings: tba, but shouldn't be any they're just having a very uncomfortable chat

in fact it makes it worse )
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[personal profile] thetatters
Who: John and you!
What: Local octopus acts suspicious, becomes a bird, hides from rain, and touches corpses.
When: Throughout March.
Where: The grasslands.
Warnings: Event standard warnings. Minor self-inflicted injury (feather plucking) in one prompt if requested.

if the water won't have me )
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MARCH STORY LOG

A catch all post for any extra works created for the month of March. Art, short stories, etc can all be posted here. Please remember that you cannot use these entries for Activity Check, but may use them for Activity Check Reward Points. Each entry will yield 1 reward point, up to a maximum of four per month.

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NAVIGATION

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[personal profile] wereperrito
Who: Jack, John, and Serph
What: Just some softness before the next event.
When: Three days after the moon warp, evening
Where: John's room in the Convoy
Warnings: Just three men ignoring, or unaware of, social norms. A bit of blood smell on somebody.

Puppy pile time~ )

[CLOSED]

Feb. 25th, 2025 08:13 pm
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Who: John, Serph, and Viktor. Jayce is here too, technically.
What: Three differently unhinged people deciding what to do with a dead body that has the baddest of vibes.
When: The time between 1 and 2 of (cw: graphic descriptions of gore) this thread.
Where: Jayce's iridescent pickup truck.
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of gore, rot, dead bodies, etc. and the usual "thinkin' 'bout cannibalism." If a log warranted a "Dead dove do not eat" tag, this would be it. (We are not eating the dove. This time.)

Danger of falling apart )

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