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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

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.
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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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[Around the City | 21st]

[No better way to get over a fear than face it, right?

Connor's pretty sure that's true, but he's also pretty sure that if it were any colder and snowier he wouldn't be feeling brave enough to try. As it is, though, it's much warmer than he feared it would be, and also much more... Rocky? Scrub-like? It's a landscape he's never seen before, and curiosity often wins out over fear for him anyway.

So he's out exploring, his beanie and jacket suited for the weather enough that he doesn't stand out, and he's very purposefully ignoring the temperature information being sent to his processors. It isn't cold enough to be dangerous to him, just an unpleasant reminder.

He can be found looking through the shops, on the outskirts of the city carefully observing one of the mammoth-like creatures, and then at night staring up at all the stars, completely transfixed.]

[Lake | 21st]

[Part of his exploration involves the walk to the lake and, after careful testing of the stability, walking out cautiously onto the ice. He doesn't need to fear drowning but he certainly doesn't want to risk how cold the water must be, so he's being very careful, but as he wanders out further he starts noticing the shapes moving around under the surface.

To anyone who might also be daring to wander out onto the lake's surface, he'll ask--]

Do you see those?

21st, not long after the move

[Scott definitely had colder in mind, and with his armor on it's not so bad. He just might never take it off, in fact. He knows he's probably one of the lucky ones, though. The nights are likely to get worse and not everyone is going to have something prepared for the cold weather.

Scott had been perched on top of a building closest to the edge of the city, staring out into the distance to see if he could make anything out. There's some movement — wildlife, probably, but nothing that seems immediately dangerous. His body glows in a light blue sheen of energy as he hops off the building, his landing slowed down.]

I feel cheated. [Just casually speaking to whoever's wandering by.] I completely missed out on the nice island life.

21st, nightfall

[Scott signed up for the Andromeda Initiative for two reasons. One; his life got a little too difficult when his father was kicked out of the Alliance for continuing work on SAM. He and his twin could barely get work with the Ryder name attached. The Initiative was a good fresh start for him. And two; exploration. To see what else was out there. It was something he was genuinely interested in.

So even if his situation isn't ideal...he can still appreciate the beauty of the night sky on a completely different planet, in a completely different...universe? That's still a tough pill to swallow. But either way, it's amazing.

After a long day of wandering about, seeing if people needed any help, he's walking through the city and he'll stop whoever's nearby without even thinking.]

Hey, what place has the best view around here? That sky is kickass.

[He knows you can see the sky from literally anywhere but a cool (hah) place to chill (ha ha) while sky-watching is appreciated.]

Around the City || 23rd

[Pratt is bundled up in as many layers as he could find having ransacked the stores prior to the move. He's not exactly warm, but he won't be getting hypothermia anytime soon.

He's out exploring, looking for a good place for his shooting range. He wants it to be out of town so there aren't any accidental casualties from a firing range inside the city limits. But he doesn't want to be so far out that they're going to get trampled by mammoths or freeze because of the wind not being blocked by any of the buildings.

He tugs his knit hat lower on his head, almost unrecognizable without his hair visible. Boy does he wish he'd been able to find a hat with ear flaps because his ears are numb now.]

Love's Housing || Anytime

[Pratt's little A-frame house actually looks a lot more appropriate out here on the tundra than it did on the beach. But Pratt's horrific collection of Hawaiian shirts do not.

He's standing on his porch, staring out at the edges of the city, a small herd of mammoths milling about.]

I would have rather had tauntauns.

[ Connor may be wearing clothes suited for this climate, but DiMA is not. He's as scantily clad as ever, and is crouched on the frozen lake outside of the city, the one with dark shapes moving under the ice. That's exactly what he's watching, and so when Connor comments on it his component-topped head tilts up to confirm it. ]

They're very large, aren't they? I worry we should not break the surface of this lake to draw water -- the one closer to the city center doesn't seem to have any movement, it would be far safer.

[after this thread.

she comes swooping in out of the sky, clad in her Legion uniform for warmth]

Don't count those things out; they have a mean bite.

And what's a tauntaun?

I would recommend the tops of the Guard watchtowers. They're built to have an unimpeded view of their surroundings.

People will probably see them and think they're worth eating.

[He says it a little dryly, indicating how well he thinks the idea of only drilling the center lake will go over. The people here will probably take the idea of whatever these creatures might be as a challenge to try to kill them.]

...perhaps they are. Attempting to hunt one through the ice would be extremely ill advised, but I suppose that wouldn't stop people.

[ Humans, sigh. DiMA's tone is a mix of quietly fond and concerned at once, then he straightens up to greet Connor properly, unworried about their weight on the ice. It's very thick, and he's very heavy so it probably would have broken already. ]

It's good to see you again, Connor. Have you been well?

[Doing things that are ill-advised is like the main human pastime, but he doesn't feel the need to mention that. They both know it, he's pretty sure.

He watches DiMA straighten up, nodding once in affirmation.]

I have.

[It's a total lie, but whatever, he's made to lie.]

Does the cold have any sort of adverse effect on you?

[He presumes not since DiMA isn't doing anything about it, but Connor still can't believe the cold is great on exposed wires and such.]

[ Well that doesn't seem entirely truthful, young robot. But alright, DiMA isn't the type to push, just keep an eye on it.

He shakes his head. ]

It may -- the Island doesn't get as cold as I suspect this planet will, in time. Right now my functioning is unimpaired. Are you alright with it?

[Well that's good to hear, although the element of uncertainty is a little concerning.]

For now, yes; it would have to be significantly colder to have any impact on me.

[Although for androids there's a very fine line where it goes from 'totally fine' to 'dying', but hopefully that won't be a problem. Connor had expected it to be a lot colder here, so right now the worst of it--as long as he doesn't fall in the lake or something--is the emotional stress.

Talking about the temperature makes him curious--]

Do you feel cold? As a sensation rather than a temperature reading?

Around the City

[ A pissed off Decepticon is totally what everyone needs when being transported to this place, right? Right. Because if there's one thing he really doesn't like it's the cold, it's very effective against Cybertronians and he really hates not being in control of where he goes. So have a very grumpy, very cold, Decepticon stomping around as he tries to keep warm. ]

Of all the places...this insufferable frozen wasteland was not the choice I would have decided on. [ He'll just kick up some snow with an audible grumble as he crosses his arms over his chest. He looks pretty cold thought despite his hot tempered actions. ]

Lake

[ He doesn't remember a lake ever residing within the islands so this is a new discovery for him. Still he doesn't take chances and never really sticks his neck out unless he has to. He could easily fly over it but with energon in limited supply...using up his energy doesn't seem very smart. So he'll go the next best route and ask if anyone else has traversed it yet. ]

You there! Have you gone across the lake yet? Is there anything worth going over there for? [ He sounds a bit impatient as he asks that. ]

Wildcard

[ Throw anything at me! Starscream is going to be displeased and grumpy regardless. He'll probably he scrounging around for stuff to burn or to use to fix up his own house to protect it from the elements. ]

[a fucking huge robot just asked her if she went across the lake. she can't even bother to roll her eyes anymore, it's Hadriel]

No. And no. At least as far as I know because I haven't ice skated across the lake yet.

Edited 2018-11-25 00:44 (UTC)

Ah, there's an idea. The only buildings taller than the towers are the spires.

[He'd been sorely tempted to see if he could climb to the tops of those, but that'll have to wait...right now he just wants to stare at the sky and the cool moons.]

Now that it's night you can see both moons. Pretty nice, huh?

And those are too tall to easily climb.

[though, if she put her mind to it, she probably could]

It's strange, having two moons. Beautiful, but strange.

Around the City

[ Their new home is warmer than Fingon expected.

Not that such a thing was hard, really, or that it serves as much of a consolation once he realizes the gods are gone. But it's something- and they do need something as the state of things becomes clear.

No heat. No electricity. Perhaps no food when the stores run out, until they find what else is in the area... but alright. He's managed worse- so have half the people here, for all he knows.

First the stores, he decides, to check what they still have. Then the orchards- how are the trees doing? Can he pull some Song out of the air to help them thrive? What else- another fire pit, maybe, as they did in the desert?

Not enough, perhaps. But as ideas go, they're someplace to start.]

Unwelcome Guests

[He's on the outskirts of town taking the measure of their new surroundings when distant growling rings out from somewhere to his left. Fingon doesn't like the sound of it- and in a momentary fit of real idiocy, he follows.

The source of the growls? One of three shaggy...things, still far enough from the city, but closing in soon enough. Fingon stares back at them, hand on the hilt of his sword, and inexplicably laughs.]

Bears, [he mutters quietly between chuckles.] After all this time....

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21st - around the city

[Komaeda was already one of those people who had already prepared for both scenarios. Still, he was not too pleased when he came out today with everything freezing cold. In fact, it completely sucked. He was already not in the best mood from the memory event but he had to be out here to look familiarise himself, especially if he wanted to eventually search for the embassies, if they still existed.

To say he was going to be very annoyed if they didn't would be an understatement.

Unfortunately, he was so cold and because of his health, he ended up looking for fuel to keep warm. As he was walking, he started to shiver and sneeze very loudly.]

24th November

[Komaeda can be seen looking at one of the broken husks about in the city. Having been there during the Null attack, as he peers closer, he recognises what is lying in it.]

Ah! That's-!

[He steps back immediately. That thing isn't still alive......is it?]

Tundra

[ A silvery, translucent wolf can be seen darting across the ground, exploring. Occasionally the wolf will chase after some of the smaller animals but someone watching closely will notice that whenever the wolf pounces, its paws never connect with its prey.

Come closer and the wolf will pause, ears flat, before changing shape.

Kettara stands with her hands on her hips. ]

What do you want?

Lake

[ Kettara is, despite her largely chilly mood, intrigued by the lake and the life within it. She can be found a few yards into the water, kneeling down with her hands flat against the ice. ]

How strange. I've never seen anything like this.

[ Her ancestors lived in a place like this, Kettara knows, but she's never encountered a landscape quite like it before. She wonders if there will be enough snow to cover the whole planet, in time. The stories she remembers...

Well, there will be time for that later. For now, she needs to gather supplies. Before the shift, she'd been camping out in the wilderness. That won't be wise if the temperature continues to drop. And in the meantime, she needs warmer clothes. A cloak, perhaps. Furs would be better, but she hasn't seen any yet and lacks the skill to tan skins herself.

She's careful about not bumping into anyone, wary of how that ended last time. And at first, she doesn't pay much mind to the man in the shop, far more concerned with examining a winter coat. It's difficult to find one in her size.

Then she pauses. Frowns.

That's an interesting smell.

She walks over to Connor and leans forward, sniffing him deliberately.

....

How strange. She does it again. ]

Why do you look human?

[Okay, for one thing: rude.

Connor sees her approach, but since she doesn't seem to be being threatening--and he's seen her on the network--he allows it, even if he watches her a little warily. But the sniffing is... Interesting, and he's suddenly struck by the thought that maybe this is how Hank feels when he samples blood. Hm. It is weird.

He has a few options for how to answer the question she asks, but of course he's going to go with deflecting. Why wouldn't he?]

Why wouldn't I look human?

[ Kettara's ears twitch a little and she frowns. There are so many humans here and then the ones that aren't human still look that way. ]

You could look like anything. Humans are stupid.

[ She has Opinions on this. ]

Are you a golem?

[Alright, well, with that response he's pretty convinced immediately that he doesn't need to worry about being seen as nonhuman, although he's still unsure about letting her know what he actually is. The people here might be fine with nonhumans that are still organic, but they--including those who aren't human themselves--seem less fond of nonorganic life.

He shakes his head at the question.]

No, although that's a close guess.

[Going by the general idea, anyway. Less so going by the actual legend.

And carefully nudging the conversation a bit--]

You dislike humans?

AROUND | 22nd

[ In the grey of their new home, Sharon stands out like a sore thumb. The bright orange of her hoodie is pulled up, covering her mop of bleached, tangled hair. She's got a vividly pink and black striped knit sweater pulled over said hoodie, paired with dark purple leggings that look too thin to provide much warmth. It's not like she's just out wandering. She's got a destination in mind and layering up isn't necessary when she's going to be inside.

But that doesn't stop her from regretting not slipping on another sweater and maybe that beanie she found.

She trudges onward, stomping a little. Her cheeks and nose are rosy. She blows into her cupped, ungloved hands in an attempt to warm them before she realizes the futility of it—or that she was capable of creating warmth on her own. She stops suddenly, palms open and up.

One breath, two, and then a flame blooms in her hands. It's not a perfect ball and the fire flicks and whips. She lacks in control but a small satisfactory grin blossoms across her often sour face. Her fingers aren't cold anymore. ]

NIGHT | 27th

[ The sky is beautiful and in the cool air of the night, the stars seem brighter. She watches as she leans up against one of the apartment spires, arms crossed tightly. She breathes in deeply, somewhat at peace with the knowledge that the gods weren't here. When she hears someone nearby, entering or exiting the spire, she speaks up. ]

Isn't it the prettiest thing you've ever fucking seen? [ It seems like such a stupid statement but, in this newfound feeling of hope for freedom, it's the most amazing thing she's seen. ]

[ Not a golem and he doesn't seem like any elemental that Kettara has ever encountered. But there are many forms of life in the universe, she knows, and not all of them work with the same rules.

She flattens her ears at the question, looking away. ]

They are foolish and have no honor. And I am surrounded by them.

There are a lot of them here.

[Less than at home, but still a lot. And, seeing an opportunity to pry for some information, he's definitely going to take it.]

Have you had any specific problems with any of them here so far?

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Connor | OTA

Scott Ryder | OTA

Deputy Pratt || OTA

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Love's Housing

21st, nightfall

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Starscream | ota

Lake

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Fingon | OTA

Nagito Komaeda | OTA

Kettara Bloodthirst | ota

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Sharon da Silva | OTA

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