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World Log: Tundra Arrival
Who: All characters in the city
What: The log for the city's arrivel on the ice planet
Where: All around the city
When: November 21st-November 30th
Warnings: None
What: The log for the city's arrivel on the ice planet
Where: All around the city
When: November 21st-November 30th
Warnings: None
You all get some warning to prepare, which is great. A little time to stock up on supplies, make sure everything's where it supposed to be, call your friends in from their fishing boats. And then the city moves. It happens in the blink of an eye - one moment you're on islands, surrounded by ocean, and the next? The next you're surrounded by frozen ground, the temperature has dropped significantly, and even the sky looks different. The air has a bite to it, that familiar feeling telling you it's thinking about snowing soon. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday soon.
The city has rearranged itself back into that old, familiar shape, instead of spread out across islands like it was a moment ago. Maybe that'll make things easier for you, maybe it won't, but it also means the return of the lake and river that used to bisect the city - only now they're frozen over. This climate also means it'll be hard for any plants not otherwise protected to survive - and that you, too, will start feeling that cold if you're away from a warm place for too long.
And warm places might be in short supply, because when the city moved the gods did not. What does that mean for you? Well, whatever supplies are in the shops at the moment the city moves are the only ones left. No new food supplies, no new clothing, nothing. In addition, the power across the whole city is out, including water and heating. Anything else powered or supplied by gods (the hot springs, the mopeds, what's left of the orchard, the armory, the GPS) will not work.
You're on your own. Try not to die.► This log covers November 21st-30th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If you freeze to death, starve to death, are eaten by the local animals, fall through the ice, or find some other exciting way to die, please let us know here, and be aware resurrection will not be currently happening. You stay dead - for now.
Peter Parker ; OTA
[It doesn't take Peter long to jump back into his usual routine, heading out on patrol as soon as he's able. What he really wants to do is go out and explore the rest of the planet since he's been living on a friggen island the last few months, but he figures he'd better hang around the city for a while and make sure everything's in order. He wouldn't want someone to get eaten by a polar bear or something while he's gone, after all.
It also doesn't take him long to realize that the goddamn heater in his goddamn Spider-Man suit doesn't goddamn work anymore, because the AI that controls it is also goddamn offline , so he's freezing his goddamn ass off. Goddamn.
So, if you don't happen to spot Spidey swinging between buildings and shit above you, you might find him in a shop trying to find a coat or sticking to a building outside shivering his butt off and trying to see if he can bluetooth his damn suit to his phone and activate the heaters that way or something. The moral of this story is don't go outside in only spandex when it's only like 30 degrees out. It's fucking cold.]
NOV 23, the lake
[After a brief stop at the lab to pick up some scrap metal and tools and shit, Peter's headed out to the lake. In actual clothing this time, he's learned his lesson. There's nothing fancy here, he's set up shop next to the lake and he's trying to cook up some simple ice skates. He's in the middle of a frozen wasteland with a big frozen lake like what else is he going to do?? I mean I guess he could go fistfight a monster or punch a hole in the ice and beat up a fish or something, but he'd rather do something cool.]
I could have done this in the lab, why did I think out here would be a good idea? My fingers are frozen. I'm frozen. Why would I do this. Good idea, Parker, you really nailed it this time.
[despite his whining, he's making pretty good progress on his junk so hey]
Wildcard
[you know how wildcards work, smack me with a scenario and i'll smack you for smacking me]
Nov 23rd
she's not exactly cold, so she's taking that as a sign that she's reaching the current local temperature.
she's on her way back from the Clinic when she runs across her housemate, trying to make . . . something? can't tell what from this distance. so she closes in and says]
You could've done what in the lab?
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Peter's pauses to rub his hands together to warm them up when George rolls in. Now is as good a break time as any.]
I was trying to rig some scrap metal up to make ice skates, since we have this giant frozen lake and all. Only my prototypes keep coming out looking like gnarly daggers, which I guess is still kind of cool? but it's not really what I'm going for.
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yes, break time. she would've brought coffee, but Hadriel doesn't have any. and even if they did, it's not like she could use a coffeepot now]
Oh, ice skates. Makes sense. And probably not, you don't wanna accidentally stab someone if you run into 'em on the ice. 'Cause five bucks says that other people are gonna come up with the same idea, too.
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I've already accidentally stabbed myself enough times doing this, think I've had enough stabbing to last me a while.
It would be a lot easier to shape the metal how I want it if I could heat it up first, and since there's no power I couldn't really do it at the lab anyway. What are the chances that someone in town used to be some kinda blacksmith?
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Nov 21st
so he shouldn't be surprised when Tinya sticks her upper body through the building where he's trying to rig up a bluetooth connection between his phone and his suit and asks]
What are you doing?
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Besides freezing my butt off? Checking my fantasy football scores.
[Except not even. He turns his attention back to his phone and huffs a little.]
I'm trying to fix my suit, but no luck so far. Once we have power again I'm gonna have to see if I can borrow the computer at the lab.
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Ha ha. I happen to know for a fact that we can't access the 'net from here. I've tried using my Omnicom at least a hundred times. Which stinks because most of my music and books and holos are on there.
[she's not taking that personally]
This stupid power outage is even having an effect on your suit? Oh, wow. That's awful!
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[He assumes that's sort of like a future space phone of some sort. Nothing sucks more than losing all your music and stuff 8(]
It's not quite that? When Mr. Stark made this suit, he built an AI into it that controlled a bunch of functions, like heaters, a GPS, about a million pointless web shooter settings. Things like that. The AI hasn't functioned since I got to Hadriel, but it was never really a problem until like, right now. I just need to figure out a way to bypass the AI controls so that I can activate this stuff manually.
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The Lake
[Captain optimism here to cheer you up!]
What are you even doing?
no subject
[ah well, that's what pockets are for right????]
Building ice skates. Sort of. It was going pretty well until my fingers all went numb.
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I'll tell you from experience that you want to be wearing a mask otherwise the wind will cut up your cheeks when you're out there skating.
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Good to know. I probably have a mask laying around somewhere.
[It's red and has bigass bug eyes on it, but it totally works.]
You do a lot of skating back home?
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23rd
Still, as he gets back to the edge of the lake he quite literally slides on over before stepping back on to non slippery ground.]
Hey — they say you should never craft angry. Uh — unless you're crafting a deadly weapon. In that case, go nuts.
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It's break time, he's going to drop the junk he's working on and turn his attention to Scott.]
They're not meant to be deadly weapons? But I wouldn't put it past some of these people. Hopefully they'll come out looking more like ice skates by the time I'm done with them.
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Ice skates, huh? [He then takes a moment to glance behind him at the frozen over lake before returning his attention back to Peter.] That's...actually a really good idea. The ice is thick enough that you shouldn't have to worry about falling in either.
Which is good, because I'm pretty sure there's some shit under there.
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[He could totally fight a fish, but it's so goddamn cold and he doesn't want to get soggy. And also it's probably some kind of horrible sea monster.]
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23rd
And what exactly is it you are wasting materials to make this time?
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Peter just gives Starscream a shrug, not really taking his attention off of his project. He holds one of the blades up and looks it over.]
I was wasting material on trying to make ice skates, but I think this is starting to look more like a really big fishing hook. I guess that works too.
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You're saying you're going to actually eatwhatever is in this lake?
[ He sounds disgusted. You humans are so gross. ] Without even knowing if it's poisonous or not?
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Also Peter is 100% amused by Starscream's disgust just sayin']
Nah, I think we might go for the land animals first. Easier to catch, don't have to punch through a frozen lake to get to them. I'm sure someone over at the lab will be all over making sure the animals won't poison us to death if we eat them.
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November 21
So he's riffling through the shop, finding that all the clothing meant for the island is...not nearly adequate here. And then he turns, and gets a view of a young man in delightfully skin-tight clothes that do not look warm at all.
He blinks, and then sidles over with a politely interested smile. He taps the young man on the shoulder, then offers him the little bundle of cardigans he's holding. They're pretty thin, clearly more meant for their previous location.]
Are you, ah, looking for something to wear? Layering these helps. Somewhat. [Or maybe he's just good at imagining it helps.]
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Huh. Well, a cocoon of grandpa sweaters doesn't really match my aesthetic, but I am literally freezing to death. I definitely don't wanna take those from you if you need them, though.
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[He gives Peter the most polite, gentlemanly smile he can muster, even as he pointedly lets his eyes scan up and down that, ah, outfit. What is this man's aesthetic, anyway?]
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[He's used to people staring at his weird, colorful outfit, so it's like not even a thing. And his aesthetic is Spiders and Clown Bullshit, naturally. Too bad he's covering it all up with grandpa sweaters right now.]
You are literally my hero right now, I seriously owe you one.
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