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MARCH TDM
After tumbling through shadow you find yourself in a shrouded, ruined garage. It’s full of shattered windows and broken mechanical equipment, with all sorts of sharp edges to watch out for. Between that are strange symbols scrawled into the ground. Outside is cloudy weather and the beginnings of a storm flickering and rumbling.
Beyond the rundown garage is a rundown gas station surrounded by rolling, grassy hills. Close by is a Convoy of vehicles, either parked or driving up to station.
01: SUMMONING CIRCLE
This time the summoning circle and car garage is attached to retro diner, and an old wind turbine, barely still spinning and providing fading power. There’s also a broken radio playing a message about Nirvana and imploring people to head north. In fact, there’s a large amount of broken electric equipment in here and spitting sparks.
A fan circles overhead, stirring those sparks and creating a breeze. Trails of paper are attached to the fan, spinning lazily about. If Drifters choose, they can easily retrieve those paper talismans with little more than a slight static shock. While the paper is tattered and smeared with ink and blood, the following can be made out: “Broken in two […] Nothing to lose-“ “Moon mourns, call her down, ease her pain-“ “Need […] Better vessels from afar. Stronger souls-“ “Imbue with moon sigils, Give blessings of moon, share her pain. Put the ritual right.”
Hard to say what that all means, but it seems to have something to do with the summoning circle here. And there’s lingering power crackling through the building. The sort that makes the lights flash and flicker… And line up eerily with flashes of thunder on the horizon.
A fan circles overhead, stirring those sparks and creating a breeze. Trails of paper are attached to the fan, spinning lazily about. If Drifters choose, they can easily retrieve those paper talismans with little more than a slight static shock. While the paper is tattered and smeared with ink and blood, the following can be made out: “Broken in two […] Nothing to lose-“ “Moon mourns, call her down, ease her pain-“ “Need […] Better vessels from afar. Stronger souls-“ “Imbue with moon sigils, Give blessings of moon, share her pain. Put the ritual right.”
Hard to say what that all means, but it seems to have something to do with the summoning circle here. And there’s lingering power crackling through the building. The sort that makes the lights flash and flicker… And line up eerily with flashes of thunder on the horizon.
02: START UP
New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting outside for them, and a collection of vehicles, one of which feels like it belongs to them. The key to the vehicle may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters have the keys to the vehicle now.
…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.
…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.
03: STORM WARNING
There’s something odd in the sky; it shifts between a dark cloud, and a collection of birds. As the thing draws closer, it clearly becomes a mix of both. Car-sized, dark feathered birds and skeletal avians fly in a thundering flock, and turn the sky stormy in their wake. That alone is bad… But what’s worse is how the shiny chrome of the Convoy and vehicles draws the birds. As they dive towards the ground to snatch at the shiny metal, they pull the storm and bring a tornado with them. The Convoy does its best to anchor to the ground, but lighter vehicles and Drifters might not be so lucky.
The garage and diner takes it worst of all: the electric devices start spitting sparks and can even act as homing beacons for lightning strikes if a Drifter with electric abilities gets too close to them. Any remaining, intact windows shatter as the storm winds pick up, pelting Drifters with razor shards. And water starts pouring in, further shorting electric equipment and soaking anyone to the bone. There’s even a strange droning, siren like noise to warn about the storm and cut into one’s hearing. It’s difficult conditions for anyone caught up in the blow-out.
The garage and diner takes it worst of all: the electric devices start spitting sparks and can even act as homing beacons for lightning strikes if a Drifter with electric abilities gets too close to them. Any remaining, intact windows shatter as the storm winds pick up, pelting Drifters with razor shards. And water starts pouring in, further shorting electric equipment and soaking anyone to the bone. There’s even a strange droning, siren like noise to warn about the storm and cut into one’s hearing. It’s difficult conditions for anyone caught up in the blow-out.
04: WEATHERING
Once the main force of the storm hits, the following happens:
Diversion: Those with Fast cars can drive away from the station and divert the birds. They’ll want a second Drifter to come along; either to snipe at the pursuing birds, or keep eyes on the terrain! Eventually the birds will tire or get culled enough that the storm disperses.
Updraft: There is the risk of getting swept up in the tornado winds. Damage, injuries… And a particular quirk this storm has. Drifters who spend more than a minute in the storm winds will find that they begin to take on traits from the Harpy monster. These traits increase in potency if the Drifter experiences hunger or violence. As the weather clears and days become calmer, the traits fade.
Downburst: If Drifters get slammed into the ground by the storm, or the dark birds flying about. They may also find themselves drenched with rain. Any injury they take mends quickly, but is replaced with scales, as the Drifters begin to resemble a Naga monster. These changes grow worse if they tell lies, but disperse with the storm.
BIRDS: The birds themselves are vicious: those afflicted with Naga traits are seen as prey, while Harpies are seen as rivals. The birds are deadly, but also clumsy if forced to the ground. The screens on the Convoy recommend crippling the wings before finishing the bird off on the ground.
Diversion: Those with Fast cars can drive away from the station and divert the birds. They’ll want a second Drifter to come along; either to snipe at the pursuing birds, or keep eyes on the terrain! Eventually the birds will tire or get culled enough that the storm disperses.
Updraft: There is the risk of getting swept up in the tornado winds. Damage, injuries… And a particular quirk this storm has. Drifters who spend more than a minute in the storm winds will find that they begin to take on traits from the Harpy monster. These traits increase in potency if the Drifter experiences hunger or violence. As the weather clears and days become calmer, the traits fade.
Downburst: If Drifters get slammed into the ground by the storm, or the dark birds flying about. They may also find themselves drenched with rain. Any injury they take mends quickly, but is replaced with scales, as the Drifters begin to resemble a Naga monster. These changes grow worse if they tell lies, but disperse with the storm.
BIRDS: The birds themselves are vicious: those afflicted with Naga traits are seen as prey, while Harpies are seen as rivals. The birds are deadly, but also clumsy if forced to the ground. The screens on the Convoy recommend crippling the wings before finishing the bird off on the ground.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, NAGA
This month, Drifters will have access to the serpentine Naga. On top of all Naga species traits being available, the following occurs:
+Cold Blooded: the rain and storms can potentially make Naga slow and sluggish, or inclined to sleep or seek out other heat sources to gain energy; this includes basking in body heat from others!
+Water Divert: With their water shaping, Naga can divert falling rain and even ground saturation to make the area or other Drifters more dry. They can also concentrate water into different areas, and can also change water into mist or ice.
+Blue shift: the scales of Naga become more vibrantly blue, or a strange mottled combination of blue and stormy gray, the more intense the rains become. These scale colors can also reflect their moods.
+Extra arms that are painful and disorienting to grow, and can result in coordination issues.
+Scale Pains: Pain and discomfort when scales grow in, as well as fangs or talons!
+Water glide: during floods from the rains, Naga find they can easily traverse deep water as though they were simply walking (or slithering) across it.
+Thermal vision, making it easy to track others in the middle of storms. Vision may also become disorienting, and eyes become slitted.
+Cold Blooded: the rain and storms can potentially make Naga slow and sluggish, or inclined to sleep or seek out other heat sources to gain energy; this includes basking in body heat from others!
+Water Divert: With their water shaping, Naga can divert falling rain and even ground saturation to make the area or other Drifters more dry. They can also concentrate water into different areas, and can also change water into mist or ice.
+Blue shift: the scales of Naga become more vibrantly blue, or a strange mottled combination of blue and stormy gray, the more intense the rains become. These scale colors can also reflect their moods.
+Extra arms that are painful and disorienting to grow, and can result in coordination issues.
+Scale Pains: Pain and discomfort when scales grow in, as well as fangs or talons!
+Water glide: during floods from the rains, Naga find they can easily traverse deep water as though they were simply walking (or slithering) across it.
+Thermal vision, making it easy to track others in the middle of storms. Vision may also become disorienting, and eyes become slitted.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, HARPY
The storm will bring a second monster this month, in the form of Harpy. On top of all Harpy species traits being active, the following occurs:
+Storm Rider: high agility and capable of flying through the storm winds without hindrance. Even tornadoes can be mastered!
+Feather pains: itching, or full pain when growing feathers or wings. Talons may also be painful when growing from fingers or from feet.
+Wind Affinity: able to shape wind, including diverting the worst of the storm winds, or summon and focus wind into razors.
+Warbling Voice: words may waver and slip into something more songlike, or even a damaging sonic scream if emotions are heightened.
+Height Call: a need to get higher into the air, whether through perching on buildings or the convoy, or through flight. A sense of euphoria as they go higher.
+Nest Building: a compulsion to create a nest out of spare and soft objects, and feeling more safe inside that space.
+Heightened vision like a bird of prey, able to pick out details even at great distance. This may be disorienting at first, as vision becomes telescopic.
+Storm Rider: high agility and capable of flying through the storm winds without hindrance. Even tornadoes can be mastered!
+Feather pains: itching, or full pain when growing feathers or wings. Talons may also be painful when growing from fingers or from feet.
+Wind Affinity: able to shape wind, including diverting the worst of the storm winds, or summon and focus wind into razors.
+Warbling Voice: words may waver and slip into something more songlike, or even a damaging sonic scream if emotions are heightened.
+Height Call: a need to get higher into the air, whether through perching on buildings or the convoy, or through flight. A sense of euphoria as they go higher.
+Nest Building: a compulsion to create a nest out of spare and soft objects, and feeling more safe inside that space.
+Heightened vision like a bird of prey, able to pick out details even at great distance. This may be disorienting at first, as vision becomes telescopic.
05: RAIN, SHINE, OR SALVAGE
Upon culling enough birds, the storm disperses. The monster avians dissolve as they drop into streams of energy, feeding into Drifter Sigils and providing limited healing. And handful remain intact when they hit the ground and can be harvested for meat, feathers, and possibly even talons.
There is one extra problem, in the form of falling debris. After being pulled up into the sky, wreckage (and possibly stray Drifters) are going to drop back down. It’s advised to look out for falling objects and people. It might be possible to salvage something in the form of scrap metal for any vehicle repairs, but such a task requires two.
There is one extra problem, in the form of falling debris. After being pulled up into the sky, wreckage (and possibly stray Drifters) are going to drop back down. It’s advised to look out for falling objects and people. It might be possible to salvage something in the form of scrap metal for any vehicle repairs, but such a task requires two.
06: STORM SHOT
The storm can be dispersed in one of two ways. One is waiting the storm out. The second is a battered collection of machines melted into the roof of the garage and gas station. When touched they burn the hands of Drifters, but also fire a jolt of lightning into the storm. One shot lessens the effects of the storm, repeated shots completely disperses the weather.
In the aftermath of the storm, something different rains from the sky in the form of glowing, quicksilver feathers. These feathers can suppress one avian or serpentine trait for a month, and can also drain away any Naga or Harpy changes from the event completely.
Alternately, the feathers will allow Drifters to temporarily access flight for one day. Doing so completely robs the feather of its magic: only one effect can be chosen from a feather.
In the aftermath of the storm, something different rains from the sky in the form of glowing, quicksilver feathers. These feathers can suppress one avian or serpentine trait for a month, and can also drain away any Naga or Harpy changes from the event completely.
Alternately, the feathers will allow Drifters to temporarily access flight for one day. Doing so completely robs the feather of its magic: only one effect can be chosen from a feather.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:
PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.
Windy Days: Preceding the storm are gales of strong winds, enough to stagger Drifters or send them staggering into other people or other vehicles.
Diner Is Served: While the retro diner attached to the garage has only limited food stores, curiously there is a respectable amount of cooking equipment that can be plundered. Portable stoves, pots and pans, spoons, and the like are all available for the taking.
Fading Storm: In the aftermath of the storm, the garage and diner look like they’re on their last legs, barely held up by their shelving. Anyone who wants to try salvaging had better move fast and carefully, before the entire thing comes crashing down.
Matt Murdock | MCU | Infernal
He had real horns now. If Matt cared about what he looked like he would have been laughing about it. But he cared less and less when the years went on. He knows Foggy would have been deeply amused by all this. He has no idea how he is going to drive any sort of car but he holds the keys in his hand and walks down the row stopping at a motorcycle. He can see the chipped paint but not the color over it and he can "see" that it's missing part of the engine block, but not the right pieces missing.
He runs one hand along it and feels it's rightness, as broken as it is this is his vehicle. He tilts his head and picks up some heartbeats nearby. "I'm not really good at fixing things," he admits sheepishly. "Could someone lend a hand?"
Storm Salvage
Matt finds he is surprisingly good at navigating the storm aftermath with his radar sense and hearing. He wonders what his friends would think seeing the Devil of Hell's Kitchen driving and enjoying himself.
He tilts his head as he scents metal on the wind and slowly pulls over. "Not sure how beat up we both are," he mutters to the bike as he stops and gets off. "But a poke around wouldn't be a bad idea."
Dinner is served
A blind demon/human hybrid cooking....Matt would laugh if he wasn't so focused on preserving as much of the food in the station as he could. The Convoy needs supplies and he needs food he can eat without gagging on it.
He hums quietly as he works, quick sure hands grabbing the right ingredients at the right times since he is able to use his fingers to scan the labels as he picks them up. What he's cooking smells amazing and Matt is ready to share what he's made before he packages it up and slides it into his bag.
Start Up
Or so he was taught while growing up. Be polite.
"What you need?" More than heartbeats—Kaidan crackles like a generator, doing his best to suppress the havoc the ambient lighting plays with his biotics and somewhat succeeded. Luckily, this man appears to be blind, thus likely unbothered by his bioluminescence. "Engine block, right?"
Re: Start Up
Matt nods and turns to the voice. "It looks like the bulk of it is missing, but I'm not sure. I mostly walked everywhere back in New York or took a cab," he chuckles softly.
"You are lighting up my radar sense brighter than it normally is...where are you from?"
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Oh, thank God. A city he recognizes. This guy's American. "Yeah, I did the same in Vancouver," he replies, amused and relief, as he inspects the rest of the motorcycle. "Man, this is a pretty one. It'd be a shame to leave it like this."
Radar? Kaidan doesn't see anything that could possible be a radar on Matt, so he assumes it was used as a colloquial expression. "Uh, Canada." Should he explain the biotics? Does Matt even want an explanation? "I know where we can get the parts we need. Follow me." If Matt's curious then he'll ask on the way. If not, oh well. Still plenty to talk about, like the motorcycle.
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Matt follows moving through obstacles with ease for someone who can't see. "I should explain," Matt says having quickly realized here that hiding anything wasn't a great idea. "My senses are dialed up higher than a normal blind person's. My ears have the ability to bounce sound off things and create a ping back I can sense. It's one of the reasons I move as easily as I do."
He smiles. "To that extra sense you light up like Time Square times ten..."
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Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine. Matt earned the right to the truth. "It's called biotics. Long of it, I can manipulate dark energy to create mass effect fields through electrical impulses from my brain. Short of it, I'm a walking electric eel. Thanks to the implant I use and all the ambient electricity in this place, I'm building up more static electricity than normal." Isn't surprised he looks like a living flare to this man. He sure feels like one. "Name's Kaidan."
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"Matt," comes the reply as the man nods. "Yeah the electrical smell around here right now is nuts. I'd say a storm is coming but I don't smell rain just the electrical charge. That's not going to mess with your abilities is it?"
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Matt nods. "I know people with abilities like that back home. I'll be careful if something has to happen...thanks for the warning. So do you know where we are going when we leave here?"
Dinner
He doesn't think too much of company or having it over whatever the accommodations provided allow. To Matt's ears, the man's cloak and the metal armored plates are probably easier to discern than the function of his heart... no, well it's there but different than human. Different pace... something. Probably not uncommon in some ways, right? There's the distinct smell of gunoil and leather. The soft rattle of a holstered weapon at his right side.
Vincent is peaceful enough. Hunger doesn't drive him to come near Matt for a moment and take a look at what exactly is in the pan or watch how the man's fingers, not eyes seems to be reading the bottles of condiments. Hm.
"What is that?" It's only curiosity. Surely.
Re: Dinner
Matt keeps track of the person behind him suddenly thinking of Frank with the smell of oil and gunpowder and the creak of leather but he keeps those thoughts to himself. "Just a simple stew since the meat might be going bad soon and the stew keeps fairly well."
He turns revealing his eyes aren't looking right at his new companion and smiles. "Want a taste..just to make sure I have the spices right?"
Re: Dinner
"Surprised you don't know." He doesn't sound surprised or much of anything. A tired tone, one that musters the energy to speak but without any emphasis on interest. ...To most. Would Matt be the sort to pick up on the subtle nuance? Such as curiosity earlier. A very dry tone now. Vincent isn't surprised; he's fishing a little or at least inviting the man to confirm his suspected blindness or simply let it slip by.
There is a quiet pause as if even the smell isn't enough to cause Vincent to give into the temptation right away. But finally...
"Sure. I'll try." Again the indifference. But again an undercurrent; the gunman has a trace of doubt that he'll have a useful opinion. He doesn't ask what the meat of the stew is, either and just waits for the sample.
dinner
It's just— there are moments where this man moves like Arthur. The way he ghosts his fingertips along things before he first picks them up, the way he might turn his head towards sound. Arthur was no ordinary blind man, not with John murmuring in his mind as confidant and guide, and so John isn't certain what these things ought to look like. But he does wonder.
Finally he speaks up. His voice is inhumanly deep, distorted and tinny, but the tone is tentative. Longing, maybe. He has still never eaten anything more exciting than oatmeal with chocolate chips.
"That... smells very good."