[IMPORTANT - Please see the Permissions/Opt-Out/Opt-In, because I do not wish to leave it entirely up to my memory as to who would prefer to continue to avoid me. And on the other half, having some 'enthusiastic consent' as to who wants tag-ins FROM me also helps. |D Thank you for your time. Also apologies for the surplus of present tense.]
Awakening (Narrative)
Above all, it's dark - but they're not in the Bay anymore, they can feel that right away. Tumbling to the floor - flickers of light, all around them - their toolbelt is lighter than normal, which is bad - M-Bot's not supposed to be with them, but it's better than not knowing where he is-
"Run diagnostic", V whispers. Their answer comes with a jolt of awareness - warmth and a flash of light - on their own skin.
That is not a diagnostic. And, raising one hand to their neck reflexively, it's not anything they recognize. The skin feels different there; wrongly-textured. About the right shape for a simple circle-
And that's about all they process at the moment. The phrase 'seeing red' still exists in Tamaris, but instead for V it's like seeing Red.
They've been marked. The only reason they'd never had one from the Empire was because they'd never bothered-
And then it goes from 'seeing red' to seeing black; V rushes for the door, what's left of daylight, so long as it means out. M-Bot is left to pick up an old-fashioned looking key, but he's quick to follow his person out into the wild.
[Takeaway: Feel free to mention having seen V leave, or nearly been hit by them on their way out, without having to tag them.]
Monster Encounters | M-Bot Encounters
Due to their not entirely monstrous in nature speed, they were a fair bit away from the convoy by the time their mind returned. Which meant... mostly, a lot of alligators. And a few bombadgys, mistaking them for food. Seeing one of the latter explode due to its gas? Unpleasant, but at least they dodged the worst of the smell. But, if there's need for a quick fire, they aren't entirely reduced to trying to improvise a flint...
On the other hand, there was a little drone out in the woods. If it can read enough of your body language to tell you aren't hostile, it may stop and say hello, but it's mostly trying to fly towards its person at this point. Efforts to help are appreciated! [Takeaway: Two prompts in one, mostly because I wanted a timey-wimey way for M-Bot to make some friends.]
The Scrapper's Territory
By the time the shields were raised, certainly, V was back at the gas station, trying to calm down in a different way.
When else were they going to have a chance to poke around some genuine pre-Golden Age tech?
They could also be found at the race track at this time, putting their new ride through its paces. Or just offering a hand where needed, particularly if your own vehicle needed some repairs to be rideable. [Takeaway: V's offer to help is, again, strictly opt-in.]
The Road Ahead
Back in the Convoy proper, some discontent flashed across their face as they read the last message. And what if we're not human?
But it's a singular thought, a wording quibble, and they were around for quiet conversation for some time before retreating to their car.
V (+ M-Bot) | Songs for the Dusk OC | PLEASE SEE OPT-IN/OUT | Weretiger(?)
Awakening (Narrative)
Above all, it's dark - but they're not in the Bay anymore, they can feel that right away. Tumbling to the floor - flickers of light, all around them - their toolbelt is lighter than normal, which is bad - M-Bot's not supposed to be with them, but it's better than not knowing where he is-
"Run diagnostic", V whispers. Their answer comes with a jolt of awareness - warmth and a flash of light - on their own skin.
That is not a diagnostic. And, raising one hand to their neck reflexively, it's not anything they recognize. The skin feels different there; wrongly-textured. About the right shape for a simple circle-
And that's about all they process at the moment. The phrase 'seeing red' still exists in Tamaris, but instead for V it's like seeing Red.
They've been marked. The only reason they'd never had one from the Empire was because they'd never bothered-
And then it goes from 'seeing red' to seeing black; V rushes for the door, what's left of daylight, so long as it means out. M-Bot is left to pick up an old-fashioned looking key, but he's quick to follow his person out into the wild.
[Takeaway: Feel free to mention having seen V leave, or nearly been hit by them on their way out, without having to tag them.]
Monster Encounters | M-Bot Encounters
Due to their
not entirely monstrous in naturespeed, they were a fair bit away from the convoy by the time their mind returned. Which meant... mostly, a lot of alligators. And a few bombadgys, mistaking them for food. Seeing one of the latter explode due to its gas? Unpleasant, but at least they dodged the worst of the smell. But, if there's need for a quick fire, they aren't entirely reduced to trying to improvise a flint...On the other hand, there was a little drone out in the woods. If it can read enough of your body language to tell you aren't hostile, it may stop and say hello, but it's mostly trying to fly towards its person at this point. Efforts to help are appreciated!
[Takeaway: Two prompts in one, mostly because I wanted a timey-wimey way for M-Bot to make some friends.]
The Scrapper's Territory
By the time the shields were raised, certainly, V was back at the gas station, trying to calm down in a different way.
When else were they going to have a chance to poke around some genuine pre-Golden Age tech?
They could also be found at the race track at this time, putting their new ride through its paces. Or just offering a hand where needed, particularly if your own vehicle needed some repairs to be rideable.
[Takeaway: V's offer to help is, again, strictly opt-in.]
The Road Ahead
Back in the Convoy proper, some discontent flashed across their face as they read the last message. And what if we're not human?
But it's a singular thought, a wording quibble, and they were around for quiet conversation for some time before retreating to their car.