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vestigelogs2020-08-10 07:28 pm
vestigemods) wrote in vestigelogs2020-08-10 07:28 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- (blade runner) kd6-3.7,
- (borderlands) rhys strongfork,
- (cql) jiang cheng,
- (cql) lan sizhui,
- (cql) nie huaisang,
- (cql) song lan,
- (cql) wei wuxian,
- (nolanverse) jonathan crane,
- (oa) oa,
- (oc) aiuenobrist quintalian,
- (oc) parker ryan,
- (ssss) tuuri hotakainen,
- (tlou) ellie,
- (witcher) geralt of rivia
(event) WAY DOWN WE GO
EVENT LOG: WAY DOWN WE GO
AUGUST 14TH - 24TH
► THE BASICS
- Not halfway into the month of August, the lake starts to recede - slowly at first, but then in great leaps and bounds until only a foot and a half of sun-warmed standing water remains. The lake going dry is concerning, for certain, but it's hardly the least of our problems... because on the lake bed is a hatch, askew and emblazoned with an unknown but eerie insignia, and beyond that hatch lies nothing but trouble.
Over the next few days, a brave and reckless team of explorers delve into the cave beyond - what is later revealed as a maintenance tunnel, just before the ceiling of that very tunnel caves in and traps them from both sides. Their supplies are limited, and phone signal is shaky at best. And what's worse, not more than a day or so later, the lake begins to fill back up, water pouring down into the open hatch. Can those who remain stage a rescue in time to save the explorers from drowning?
► MOD NOTES
- This log is a general dump for all log threads pertaining to August's Way Down We Go event - and in lieu of the lack of catch-all for August, you can feel free to do non-event log threads here as well! Go ahead and utilize vestigenet for any event-related network posts you'd like to make.
- The main chunk of the event takes place between the IC dates August 17th (reveal of the hatch) and August 22nd (the latest the spelunkers can be freed before they drown). No rush leaping on this event post, since I know most folks are honestly still plotting about it.
- All event information can be found on the July Event Infopost!
- Please take special care in this event to label your top-levels with identifying information such as the IC date, any prompts specifically pertaining to event roles (spelunker, rescue efforts, etc), and/or 'non-event' for any non-event prompts you may include. Just trying to keep things organized!
- I'm going to help solidify the plotting efforts over the next few days to help make sure everyone's on the same page, but none of it will be set in stone just in case latecomers want in too. If you want in, chime in on the spelunkers, rescue efforts, or support roles top-levels as applicable!
- Any questions can be directed to this top-level or, for a quicker response, to Trace on discord/plurk.
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Yet.
He knows he isn't alone and suspected his appearance would eventually draw attention. He didn't anticipate it being such good-looking attention, of course, but he's certainly not about to complain about that. Time to put his best tentacles forward. Literally and figuratively. ]
They truly are, [ he answers, eyes opening in time with one of his tentacles reaching out closer to Wei in a friendly gesture. ] I can. They're just like extra limbs, an extension of me. It takes only a little effort and- [ Another one, at that, starts unwinding from one of the branches its tethered to so he can step down to the ground. ] -there we have it!
[ Please, do be fascinated. He so enjoys it. ]
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and now the man just kind of lowers himself to the ground, as easy as that. wei ying supposes it is as easy as that, if the tentacles really are just like extra limbs. )
There we have it, ( he echoes, then exhales a laugh. ) I'm sorry, I can leave you to whatever it was that you were doing if you'd like. You're just the first, ah, tentacled gentleman that I've met? ( okay but throughout the obligatory attempt at something resembling manners in some shape or form, his Inventor's Brain has taken over, so there's barely a pause before he continues on with, ) Gods, those most be- horrifically useful. Are they good for, say, writing and tinkering? Or just for branch grabbing and such?
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[ Sorry, he saw the opportunity to be a creep and went with it. It's all in good humor though, of course, if the amused touch to his smile is any indication. ]
It's no bother, really, I wasn't doing anything pressing.
[ Since Wei doesn't seem bothered by them, the tentacles extend towards him. Only four are out, for right now, since all of his might be a bit overwhelming even for the fascinated. If allowed, one of the appendages might even suction to his person by curling around a finger or two.
Interestingly, it won't be cold. Instead, it's warm like flesh might be and has the texture of damp velvet. ]
They're prehensile so it is possible. I usually use my hands still for writing, but things like tinkering and cooking- They are absolutely useful for that! Among other things.
[ """other things""" ]
forgive whatever this is, i'm at least half asleep
when the tentacles extends toward him, it seems rude not to offer a hand in return - as if they're a separate and curious entity he's making introductions with. in return, one wraps around a couple of fingers and that's certainly an odd feeling. not at all like the seafood he's much more familiar with (don't look at him, he has no other frame of reference), and distinctly less damp than he anticipated a tentacle might be. most all of this plays out in his expression as he regards the tentacle on his fingers with a flicker of his brow, nose wrinkling in momentary confusion, though his grin never properly fades.
the words draw his attention back up to the man's face, and while some might be embarrassed by such a terrible mostly-academic fascination, wei wuxian is thoroughly unrepentant. instead he listens to the explanation (this new double-entendre, alas, is lost on him), and what he ends up latching onto is: ) Tinkering. What sort of tinkering? ( the question has slightly too much intrigue to be an idle curiosity - it's probably safe to assume that wei wuxian tinkers in some shape or form, himself. )
it's incredible
Either way, the professor watches his reaction carefully. He always finds it so fascinating how different people feel about his alien limbs. He seems genuinely interested, curious; his smile stays strong too and that's a good sign. It means it might be easier for him to get more intimately acquainted with his tentacles down the line.
It's a swing and a miss as far as his clever wording, but that's fine. He's actually just as happy to talk about tinkering. ] It depends! I'm a biologist, mostly, so my tinkering tends to be with the genetics of different species, but... I've dabbled in other fields as well. AI creation, for example. Very fun stuff.
[ Granted, the AI his company made is actually the same person across several universes they'd taken the consciousness of and smooshed together but- Details! ]
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So I definitely know what all of those things are, of course I do - but hypothetically, how would you explain such things as biologists and genetics to someone who... say, comes from long-ago China? ( perhaps quin isn't full of shit, but wei wuxian most certainly is. )
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Of course! My world is a lot more advanced than most so you're not alone. Biologists study natural life. I'm a Xenobiolgist so technically I study the natural life of other worlds.
As for genetics, well, that's what makes us look the way we do. Many of your people have black hair, I'm assuming? That's part of genetics. [ He got a little off-track there but finds his footing again. ] And might I say, I think you have some very nice genes with a handsome face like that.
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as for genetics, that simply seems to be... which parts of one's parents combine to make them, and that which comes form neither? which is understandable as a concept, and now he's wondering if there's really a pattern to such things - like, is it predictable whose eyes a child will get? which shape of nose? he's not entirely sure how it might be useful unless one chooses to wander the countryside placing bets on the nose shape of a given couple's unborn child, but -
that's approximately when the topic shifts to his handsome face and he blinks, exhaling an embarrassed sort of laugh as he lifts his free hand to scratch at his neck with the end of his flute. but oh, he can't let that stand, this tentacled man doesn't get the upper hand just like that. )
Aha, I see now, ( he says, lifting his eyes again with a raise of one brow. ) You lure them in with the 'oh, touch my tentacles, they're terribly soft,' and this so-called study of what makes us look as we do. Not bad, not bad.
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Which is immediately, deservingly called out for. Ah. That just makes him that much more interested. ]
It's one of my classics, I do admit. But it looks like I might have to break out the more creative lines for you.
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now, wei ying may be clueless but he isn't stupid. he recognizes full well that he's walking into more of (one should picture nebulous handwaving here) whatever it is that this man is attempting - but he can't at all stand knowing there's something he doesn't know, and a statement like that has him entirely too intrigued not to tilt his head slightly and say, ) Now I'm terribly curious what those might be.
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A man has to have some mystery left to him, doesn't he? If I use all my moves now, it won't be near as fun in the long run. [ Granted, he's not often a "long-run" type of person but- He can be patient if he feels the prize at the end might be worth it. ]
But this certainly has been a fun exchange so far. We should do it again sometime soon.