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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.
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I do know the lamp, and I think I like where this is going.
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Thought you might. Anyway, the stores cough up weird shit all the time. Figured the leg lamp might be among 'em. We need to put that badboy right in our front window.
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You know what, if we can't find a Christmas Story lamp, I will build you one.
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Now that sounds like a plan.
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[The grin says he's joking, but IS HE? Maybe.]
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[it was anarchy. anarchy! and don't ask her about sexting chat rooms, she won't answer]
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[don't worry, he's a classy dude and won't ask]
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...also if my aunt ever shows up, you didn't hear those from me.
In fact, let's go back in time ten seconds and pretend I never said that out loud.
(cw: frank discussion of porn)
Slutload? Are you kidding me? Pornhub I can get, it's porn and it's a hub or porn, hence the name, but Slutload? What, are all the chicks on the site getting it in the face?
Nnnnnnever heard a word. Honest. [she crosses her heart]
We're going back in time that far? Could set off one hell of a paradox, you sure about that?
Re: (cw: frank discussion of porn)
Ten seconds isn't that far. Ten minutes might be pushing it.
(cw: frank discussion of porn)
Okay. Ten minutes. That's enough to either fix one hell of a mistake or screw the pooch royally.
(cw: frank discussion of porn)
Let's just. Not time travel. The poor pooch has seen enough horror.
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Oooookay. But now you've gotta realize, I have to ask how?
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I mean, the pooch itself is fictional. There is no pooch.
[And this is Peter avoiding the actual topic.]
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Okay, Matrix Revolutions. You keep your secrets. I'll find 'em out eventually. [and that's a promise]
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Hey, come on. I need some secrets. You can't have all my secrets.
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[she sweeps a bow]
I am an open fucking book. Ask something.
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Uhhhhmmm. Man, you're really putting me on the spot, here. What's your... fffavorite color? Wow, I'm really bad at this.
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My favorite color is green. Next question? And yeah, you kind of are.
[she both looks and sounds impertinent]
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Sorry, I guess? Like, I don't know, I don't know what kind of stuff I should be asking.
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I dunno, favorite book? Crushes? Personal shit, like the stuff you'd share at a slumber party, but this ain't a slumber party.
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I- okay, crushes, then? I mean, I guess I already know about the one girl, so... Okay, scratch that one. Favorite guilty pleasure horrible movie, go.
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(cw: mental illness)
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