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"living is an act of courage."
THROUGH THE INGRESSThe Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a rocky planet. Former crew of the Moira are there to greet you, and it’s a grim message they have to share. The Moira has crashed and is beyond repair, but there’s good news... the destination the crew has been heading towards for over a year? You’re standing on it. But before you get into exploration and survival, it’s best to deal with the effects of coming through a broken Ingress. ☄ slip and tripfind your footing fastComing through the Ingress has left your character with one of three changes - an age slip, a form of body horror, or an extreme weakness. The first, the age slip, will mean that the character is either older or younger and this change can’t be rectified during their first month in game. The second, body horror, comes in the form of an alteration to the character's body due to whatever they were carrying at the time they came through. If they were wearing a watch, it’s now fused to their wrist, clothes are permanent, knifes replace fingers, and many other alterations (anything goes) and it lasts the first month as well. The third, extreme weakness, can be a mental or physical decrease - weaker arms, legs, or the weaker ability to talk or do math.
ooc: the choice of change is up to each player and this prompt can be game canon.
☄ introductions aren’t awkwardas long as you don’t shake their hand too longA new planet. Physical and mental changes. Talk of a ship that crashed and a Hub that is home to the ‘creators’ of a technology you’ve never heard of. A lot is happening and the best way to sort through it is by getting to know the Moira’s crew. They’ll help you settle in and get you any care you might need, all the while informing you that the group is on its way to the center of the hub. Something that might seem mundane is an absolute necessity for survival. Ask a seasoned space traveling veteran for answers and guidance.
ooc: this prompt can be game canon.
☄ dealer's choicejust make the right oneCharacters have the option of coming through an Ingress that is any possible location on this planet. It can be inside a cave, at the top of a rock formation, etc. This means you can have your character have to climb or slide down, have them yelling for help, and have other characters see them and come to their aid. Your character's arrival is completely up to you, and since this is a unique situation that hasn't happened before, go nuts with it!
ooc: this prompt can be game canon.
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thisavrou_ooc2016-12-02 06:24 pm
Tulip O'Hare | Preacher
[ Tulip had been a lot of places. Granted all of those places had been within the continental United States, but she'd still been to a lot of places nonetheless. Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Arkansas, Louisiana, she'd seen them all... But she'd never seen anything like this. This wasn't the flat, bleak, nothingness of Annville, Texas, or even some endless stretch of desert highway between there and Albuquerque, this was...
She didn't know what the hell this was. Or rather, where.
How had she even arrived here? Parts of her memory seemed to be missing, as though someone had emptied out a puzzle, taken half of the pieces and still expected her to put it together perfectly as pictured on the box that it came in. The longer that she tried to think about it, the more that she tried to recall the moments that had led her to where she currently was, the less she could remember. Maybe this was a dream, maybe Cassidy had slipped them something with the intention of 'just having some good fun' and this was some weird hallucination, or side-effect of it.
(If it was, that was the last fucking time she ever took anything from him.)
But, no. That couldn't have been right. Cassidy hadn't been in any kind of condition to be giving anyone anything.
Overwhelmed and a little dizzy (had someone suddenly tilted the world on its axis? Because that was what she felt.) Tulip brought the heel of her hand to her forehead, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as she tried to force the wave of disorientation away with nothing more than sheer willpower. Staggering blindly, Tulip found the nearest wall and leaned back against it, her opposite hand coming up to join its twin against her head when... ]
Ow! Fuck!
[ She couldn't remember holding anything, but there had definitely been something that had just knocked painfully against her head. Heavy, cool, smooth... was it metal?
Tulip cracked open and eye and staring right back at her where the rest of her hand should have been was nothing more than metal head of a meat tenderizer connected to her wrist. Shiny, sharp and clean -- which ultimately just infuriated her because that meant that Carlos was somewhere still in one piece. ]
You've gotta be shittin' me, right?
☄ dealer's choice
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Where had her spikes gone, and what the hell was attached to her wrist? Where the hell was her hand?!]
I could say the same thing right now.
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Once her equilibrium returned, Tulip raised both of her brows curiously. ]
I'm guessin' this ain't exactly something normal, huh?
[ She motioned with a quick nod of her head to her meat tenderizer-hand (could it even be called that anymore? It was pretty useless as far as a hand went at this point.)
Because what else could the woman have been referring to? ]
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No.
[And because tact was just thrown out the window:]
How are you here?
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[ Tulip twisted her arm one way and then the other, examining the meat tenderizer that seemed to be fused right to the end of her wrist, more confused by exactly how the utensil ended up there than terrified by the fact that it was. ]
Well, ain't that the question of the hour? I was sorta hoping that somebody would fill me in on that part
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What's the last thing you remember?
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"Whoa. You okay?"
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The boy standing a short distance away was a complete stranger, she didn't immediately recognize him, she didn't even have that moment of 'I know your face, but can't place how.', which meant that not only was Tulip somewhere that she 1. hadn't a clue where it even was and 2. had yet to recognize (or see) a single living soul.
And on top of all of that, she had somehow managed to end up losing her hand, only to have it replaced by a goddamn kitchen utensil.
So, yeah, Tulip O'Hare was doing just fucking peachy.
"Oh yeah, no problems here. I was just thinkin' of startin' my own cooking show, so this'll come in real handy." Sarcasm dripped from her words as she gave him a hard roll of her eyes, her voice dropping to a low murmur as she repeated his words to herself mockingly.
"Does everything look okay to you?" Tulip pursed her lips together in a petulant sort of pout, holding her deformed hand out as though she actually needed to clarify what she'd been talking about.
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"I guess not." It was actually a bit nauseating when it stopped almost being comical to look at. "Does it hurt?"
Not that his watch fused into his wrist hurt but also her entire had was gone so that's a completely different matter.