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⇨ POLARIS 2.0
Who: Everyone!
When: Days 110 - 114
Where: Polaris
What: After a mysterious explosion shakes the station, the staff of Polaris struggle to maintain order while the test subjects fight for freedom with the aid of hidden allies. Productivity info is here.
Warnings: More graphic experimentation.
When: Days 110 - 114
Where: Polaris
What: After a mysterious explosion shakes the station, the staff of Polaris struggle to maintain order while the test subjects fight for freedom with the aid of hidden allies. Productivity info is here.
Warnings: More graphic experimentation.
THEORY & CONCLUSION↴ At the midnight between Day 109 and Day 110, something happens. For most people, it won't be clear what - yet, they are shaken by it just the same. Violent tremors appear out of nowhere, rattling the entirety of the Polar station, violent enough to throw sleeping test subjects off their bunks. The source is unclear, but there is a sudden flurry of activity from staff as power flickers and is lost in various parts of the facility. Subjects, for the most part, will be left to their cells while they try to sort things out. The next morning, the staff are late picking people up. It's more like 6:30AM than the usual 6AM when they arrive to take people to the farm, which is a bit of tardiness that is entirely without precedent. Any questions about the incident the previous night will be waved off with the explanation of 'technical difficulties' that have been 'resolved.' ► DELTA: The three new Deltas will be left in their cells for even longer, waiting to be picked up, instructed that they would be escorted elsewhere instead of to the farm. Around 6:45AM some unfamiliar technicians will arrive and tell them that they are here to begin their processing into Delta. They are led into a previously untouched section of the station, where they are invited into a somewhat more intimate medical room to be asked some cursory questions and given a check up. Then, their suits will be removed, and they will be provided with their new uniforms, which they can apply like normal clothes. Delta life begins there. There will be a top level for the initial parts of their processing to be played out. Ultimately, however, they will end up being given a tour of the new Delta facilities, which amounts to a waterfront area that borders the new apartments they'll be staying in, as well a small supply shop where they can pick up an allotted amount of 'amenities' per day, based on their level of productivity and other achievements. This includes luxury items like food, pleasant smelling soaps, or other hygiene related tools. There are even small things like decorations or pictures of other places available, though they are fairly expensive. The first day will mostly involve the processing, a tour, and some basic training regarding the new tools they will be using, such as the mandatory visors and basic computer access. The next day, observation shifts in the farm will start, as will participation in trials. ► FARMING: The Farm will continue as normal, though it seems like there are fewer staff observing it at the moment. The ones that are there seem a little bit more tense than usual. Power is still down in some places, but the Farm is thankfully still active. Sometimes the productivity turn-in scanners might be a bit glitchy, so try not to panic if it measures fewer points than you're due. ► TRIALS: Trials are continuing as projected, though with the most broad of experiments already under way, they may be more selective. If you have an idea for a trial you can be sure to share it with the staff, and they will take it under advisement! Any information you want to provide is encouraged, they will say, especially if it involves notable traits about you or your fellow test subjects - or perhaps behavioral patterns you've noticed. You might even be rewarded! |
⇨ INVESTIGATION THREADS
DON'T BE VAGUE. If you are having your character investigate something, you must explain what your character is specifically doing to find out information. Don't just say "I investigate the Twelve." You have to be more specific, by saying what your character is doing, such as "My character is going to ask the Honorables that brought everyone in who the Twelve are." The more specific you are, the better info you will get in return.
You can also confront NPCs by this method, and you'll get summary posts in return explaining how the situation will unfold based on your actions. Investigation is important for this plot! Various boons and advantages will be given out for characters who make a difference.
Please restrict all investigation actions to one or two actions at a time. Please don't give me a laundry list of the five different things your character is doing, because it makes everything too time-consuming to get through. Stick to one main thing your character is looking into per tag.
Day 111
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(Eruka is mostly here b/c of back-up and also Strange spent a good chunk of time harassing her until she caved and agreed to join in on the plan.)
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Day 110
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⇨ ALL IGNATIUS CONTRACTS (DAY 110, SHORTLY AFTER MIDNIGHT)
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⇨ DELTA PROCESSING (DAY 110)
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Day 110
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D112
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⇨ TRIALS BY ICE
Both mandatory and volunteer scientific trials will be posted here. For ones that you can volunteer for, please reply to the comment expressing your interest. For mandatory trials, please reply with the character requested so that I can give you the low down over what is happening behind closed doors. Trials will be posted with what date they take place on.
For those that have requested Magitek modifications, those threads will be started beneath this header as well. Reply to the prompt, and I will explain to you what happens.
VOLUNTARY TRIAL SUBMISSION: DAY 110
VOLUNTARY TRIAL : TEST GROUP 700
[OOC NOTE: This test will involve True Names and all the complications innate to them. Don't apply if you don't want to deal with the potential consequences.]
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VARIOUS MANDATORY TRIAL SUBMISSIONS: DAY 111-113
Re: VARIOUS MANDATORY TRIAL SUBMISSIONS: DAY 111-113
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Re: VARIOUS MANDATORY TRIAL SUBMISSIONS: DAY 111-113
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⇨ VISIONS AND SHIT
RITA & STRANGE (DAY 110, JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT)
The sentiment amounts to 'Shit, shit, shit, shit...!' even if there are no words associated with it. They get the visceral impression that the explosion definitely was his doing, and he's now dealing with the aftermath of it.
The Mother of Invention is here and she's not happy. He tried, but he doesn't think it was enough.
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AMETHYST, CHILDERMASS, GONGENZAKA, YUYA (NIGHT 111-112)
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Yuya
Day 110-113
Yuya notices how late they are to collect them, not by time necessarily but by the lingering sense that the light's been on longer, that there's a break in the cycle. And, of course, there was whatever shook the station last night and woke him up. But he doesn't know why, so at first he simply pushes it out of his mind.
He looks at the productivity board first thing, to confirm his slipping state and see the names of those who have gone up. Some, he's glad for, but he's also a little worried he won't have the chance to speak to them, now. It's all going to be in trusting them. He's getting used to that.
The hunger gnaws at him more poignantly, but despite it after the first couple hours of the morning Yuya makes an attempt to actually, well, farm. It's sluggish, still ever weary and taking longer to collect fruits or dig holes, but somehow he finds himself now able to push past the exhaustion better. Like he's just able to cope with it in a way he couldn't before.
But it's only so much, and he still finds his knees buckling under him and having to stop frequently, trying to recover his energy.
[Closed to Strange]
Once he sees Rita's made it to Delta, he realizes there's someone else he needs to talk to about what he figured out. Strange was looking for something similar, and he also cared about Ignatius a little more personally... given he's so good at magic, maybe he could make a similar connection?
So Yuya looks for him, practically rushing to his side once he spots him. They've only been out here not even thirty minutes, so he assumes he's not interrupting so much. "Mr. Strange! Wait, I have something to--"
And then he whips around in front of him and stops, staring. "... What happened to your eye?"
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Yuya's torn every time he returns to his cell. He's eager to sleep, to keep in touch with their mysterious helper, but he's not eager for the almost constant nightmares that have kept him from getting any real rest this whole time. It's left his expression dreary at the end of every day.
At first, he wanders over to sit on the small table on the corner. It's probably supposed to be an end table, or some kind of built in desk, but he's using it like a chair.
Glowing spots on his face and just above the collar on the front of his neck are a lot easier to see when the lights go out, but even in the daytime there's a very soft glow that can almost be made out against his skin, if you squint and look close.
While he sits in his thoughts for a minute, at first, he ends up looking over to watch whoever's been sent to room with him out the side of his eye, almost blatantly staring.
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Roommates | Day 112 Ass O'Clock in the Morning (5am really)
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MORNING, 112
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Childermass
D110-113
The morning of Day 110 finds Childermass being returned to the farm hours later than the rest, having never joined them on the later than usual ushering out to their daily work. When the technicians finally do release him back to the farm, something is... definitely not right. He isn't a man prone to standing around, looking hopelessly lost, and yet that's what he spends an awful lot of time these next few days doing.
He'll often stare at people for minutes, brow furrowed in thought, or, very often, go about tasks uncertainly and there's a fairly good reason for that. Inevitably, he'll stop to ask someone, "I'm not sure what we're meant to be doing here. Are you?"
Which will be asked multiple times, unfortunately, as it will turn out that his memory has taken a turn for the worse. Polaris is a mystery to him, even some of their time in Shabon is hazy, and faces are recognized, but the why and who of them keep slipping away.
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While rooming with him in a cell will find him a bit more responsive than just gloom and more gloom than before, though it comes in the form of muttering to himself, even if his cellmate is trying to sleep. He keeps going over facts, names, things he ought to know, trying to make them stick after he's been told them over and over.
It isn't malicious, but it'll undoubtedly get old.
[ ooc: no one's planned on rooming with him these days, so feel free to just grab a night and mark it accordingly. ]
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[ or if you have something else you want to/need to throw at Childermass, go for it. ]
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Day 113
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Hanamaru Kunikida | ota!
A combination of nightmares, awful stomach pains, and the fact that she still has to do manual labor means that poor Hanamaru's not doing so hot. She's lagging behind, obviously dizzy, obviously slowing slightly...but she's still gotta do something, right? Maybe? Except for the fact that the entire combination of factors means that Hanamaru's lagging behind more and more than expected.
It's one moment where she's picking berries that all the factors catch up to Hanamaru...and she straight up fuckin passes out. She hits the ground with a thud, sprawled out, eyes rolling back in her head for a moment. The basket of berries that she's creating falls over and the fruit spills out all over the floor.
Little help, y'all?
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Surprise, Hanamaru's failed enough that she's getting nightmares. It's in the middle of the night while Hanamaru's tossing and turning. Her sleep is restless at best, nonexistent at worse. It's so bad that there's a point where she just lets out a loud scream, obviously due to a night terror of some sort.
She scrambles towards the back of the bed, clutching her knees to her chest as she's shaking in terror, absolutely unaware that she probably woke up her roommate.
( ooc: Hanamaru's free for any roomie day post 110! just grab a night & mark it in ya toplevel )
night 111!
"Oh, dear, what's the matter?" Her tone is full of worry.
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Night 109 -- pre-Ignatius blowup, and maybe after?
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Day 110, Closed to Strange
Planting seeds, though, is relatively easy. So she's not hard to find in a field already tilled by some other industrial carnie, dutifully scattering seeds over the ground. She's kind of haphazard about it -- mathematical ability to calculate precise coordinates in no way translates to physical coordination -- but the harder she throws, the better, right?
So when Strange finally comes across Eruka, he'll mostly find her chucking seed as hard as she can. If he's not careful about startling her, he might well catch a faceful of fake polaris corn too.
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Because now, that he feels Ignatius's flame burning in his chest, he knows what to do. After all, Strange has no idea where Ignatius is, if he's alive, and how long this feeling of sheer power will last. He's got to do this and he's got to do this today.
Unfortunately for Eruka, Strange doesn't really bother doing things like 'announcing his arrival.' He stays quiet as he approaches. When he speaks, it's slightly under his breath. "Miss Frog? I need—" whap, there's some of that polaris corn that hits against his eyepatch. Strange pauses for a moment before continuing. "Miss Frog, I need your help."
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Syrlya
Day 110-113
Syrlya hadn't been struggling with the labor of the farm until after his trial. The signs are pretty obvious for anyone who got a glimpse of the Blue Rose--the foliage for his hair has become a gradient from deep purple to vibrant blue from root to tip. The previously slightly tealish hue to his pale skin is now blue as well, and around the Blue Rose on the back of his head there's another bloom and a tangle of crystalline vine.
He also seems to be struggling to use one of his arms, which is where the trouble with the farmwork comes in. It moves stiff and sluggish, and where he can he just lets it hang losely.
[110 | Closed to Steven]
A little afternoon, Syrlya's farming path will happen to cross Steven's. He's been doing absolutely terrible, shallow raking of the soil, but he's accepted in his current crippled state this is the best he can manage.
It's worrying, though, still combating the influence. But he sees Steven and remembers someone else has experienced this.
"Steven!" He raises his altered hand a little as he approaches. "Do you have a moment?"
[111+]
By the next day he seems to have mostly figured the arm out, after having been absent from the rest of the carnival members for an hour or two. He came back with fruit, though, and that's an easy excuse.
Actually, fruit picking ends up being the perfect excuse to pesture other workers. He's attentive of the route he follows, and as he comes across others from the carnival he stops a respectful distance. "How are you holding up?"
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DAY 112 | MORNING
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Day 110
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Lambert
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Notably, he isn’t taking part in farmwork. Instead, he can be found doing small menial tasks around the farm, like using a power spray to hose down farm equipment or organizing scattered tools. He won’t be actively avoiding people, though his demeanor is subdued, and his voice has an air of forced cheer as he speaks up to whoever he might have ended up close to.
“Friendly advice: I can’t really recommend working in Theta, so you’d better not be joining me.”
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LATE 110
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NIGHT 112
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REIRA AKABA
110-113
To say that Reira is upset would put things lightly. On the one hand after the explosion shook the station, she managed to make up with Yuuya. So that isn't hanging over her head. On the other however, the next set of days starts with one person missing at best, followed by a few missing, and then scatteredly returning either in clear pain or wearing visors.
And to make it worse, however slight it is, she can tell how anyone she passes feels again. And the depression is crippling. For every spark of hope there is a mass of Fear, a worry unlike even what she witnessed in Eden. A strange observation given that she technically senses less than she had there.
But perhaps it is suddenlt scratching the surface after all that emptiness that changes it. That makes it clear now, just how bad it is.
She's in Epsilon. It's comfortable at the top, not that ahe changes her work ethic. But it is also somehow lonely.
At least when she's watching people vanish and get hurt more and more and more, slipping further from reach.
So caught up in her own wave she is, she may not necessarily see someone until it's nearly too late. At which point she slowlyyyy looks up, and up, from her own toes to the face of whoever is in front of the little girl and her basket.
"Umn...H'llo."
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[Reira does not yet have roommates for this block- feel free to take a night and GO!]
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DAY 113
Day - Trial Board
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Before the Trial
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DAY 114 | OTA & DELTA OPTIONS
GONGENZAKA
DAY 112 | SEMI-CLOSED
Sort out their 'pieces'. He's already regrouped with Yuuya- he's also spoken (awkwardly) to Syrlya, and hopefully has a better method of 'chatting' with the others on his mental list. He doesn't know if he'll have much more than 'speaking to others, get to you soon' when he does dream again tonight, mind- well, that and the explanations and questions regarding where they are, what their limits are, the fact that oh, by the way, we need all of our stuff...
On second thought, maybe he'll have Plenty to send across before he gets the other list going. Specifically the people he thinks should absolutely know an ally is coming, and be ready. Ready to spread word, ready to act...Ready for anything, really.
Only a few at a time right now- but it's an important few, and for each of them he'll focus on different parts of what's key.
First is Rita- unlike everyone else, he can't really directly approach her for this- though he does pass by and give a sideways glance before disappearing into work about tenish feet away. ...That will be all the warning she gets before there is a slight brush against her soul, like a greeting.
For the others he needs to speak to however, it's a little easier. When he's between tasks, he approaches them one by one. Lambert, Zangetsu, Steven- he approaches and with a low whisper speaks.
"...If I, the man Gongenzaka, could work alongside you for a moment...there is something we must...discuss." Depending on how comfortable with soul nonsense the other is- he's at least talked about his magic with Steven, and Zangetsu assuredly knows what he can do- the words come with a slight brush against the soul, Gongenzaka himself somewhat stiff with focus as he does so.
Fortunately, he looks stiff with stress most of the time, so that's really not too different to anyone passing by.
As it is. "...It is important."
lmk if this works!
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Rita Mordio
OPEN - Days 111-113
Through a triangular window in the front of her uniform, a red hot glow emanates from her chest. Now that she's more used to the new heart, Rita appears to be in better health than in previous days. Her body radiates an unusual amount of heat, but that appears to be the new normal for her.
Most of the time, she simply stands and observes, as is her job now. Fraternizing is forbidden, so she won't approach anyone for conversation. However, there's nothing stopping others from approaching her.
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Jonathan Strange | ota | late day 111
So, of course, all the things that he's doing involve moving his arms. Strange's form of menial labor involves picking things up, lugging full boxes of fruit that people dropped off for points to a different destination, moving equipment from one end of the farm to the other, and so on. Considering that he's still down one eye, this means that tools occasionally get dropped and Strange occasionally misses boxes.
The long and short of it is that he isn't even hiding the fact that he wants to set this place on fire. Anyone who approaches Strange gets an expression that is pretty obviously Strange trying (and failing!) to conceal how much this place's existence pisses him off, before he continues with a grumpy, "What do you want?"
Fair warning: any attempts at 'I told you so' or 'of course you're the one who got into this mess' will result in Strange straight up walking away from the conversation.
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"Careful," he says with a neutral expression. And then his face flicks up and down, quickly, for any sort of other visual changes.
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Tyki Mikk
OTA - Days 111 - 113
After the explosion, Tyki is part of the small handful that doesn't show back up the next day. Anyone checking the boards might figure out why but when Day 111 rolls around, Tyki is back at the Farm but no longer working along side them. He's fitted with a visor and a new uniform, liking the former far less than the latter.
He doesn't flag anyone down for conversation nor keeps his visor gaze in any particular direction for long. With restrictions on what he can or can't do, he avoids drawing attention to himself. At least like this he might be able to catch back up on what is happening, yet anything he really needs or wants to know will be hard to convey and likely not worth the risk just yet.
If approached, there is no greeting or even the usual grin for encroaching in his usual space and it is hard to tell if he's listening or not, at least at first.
[Closed to Delta]
He doesn't spend a lot of time fraternizing with other technicians or even seeming friendly towards others. If he interacts with anyone, it is to ask a question or listen in on their conversation like some new pup trying to fit in or figure out how something works . He doesn't plan on being here forever and would like to not get to know anyone personally. Only if he'll see that original technician that took his survey might he give a more personal and casual glance her way just to mess with her all over again. Naturally, he's okay with talking with other Delta-700s.
Once back in his room, he'll drop that strict demeanor a little more, calming down enough from the rough first day to relax in small comforts. Whether or not Sans is there right away he's going to hit the shower, wanting freedom from his uniform mostly because he's been wearing the former bodysuit for days. He just wants to feel something else on his skin. He'll be apologetic about it, but it is a long shower after he figures out how to take off the visor. He has a lot to think about and needs time to decompress. At least he's wearing pants when he re-emerges, taking a look around the apartment to examine every inch of it from the bottom floor to the top. Even at the carnival, he expended effort to make it cozy and this place would be no different were he to stay here for several more weeks.
His fingers slide into his hair, towards the implant at the back of his head and spine. He stops himself from touching it, hovering there for a moment in almost a desperate gesture. He doesn't like this but then no one does. It's only in mild defeat does his hand drop back down to his side.
"It's worth it..." he chides himself out loud. Even he sounds unconvinced. He's only consoled by the small pleasures and comforts around him.
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Day 110 --> OTA
That doesn't stop him from being relieved when Stuff starts to noticeably happen though. Getting knocked out of his bed by something going wrong for Polaris is a welcome development even in the dead of night, and he's definitely in a more chatty and cheerful mood the next day despite any interrupted sleep, especially interested in people who look particularly thoughtful about taking advantage of everything being a little off kilter.
Catch him at work? Catch him somewhere else?? Set up other scenarios, it's all good.
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It's terrifying and weird and she doesn't like it. And Shima looks like someone who might at least help her through what should be a simple concept that's becoming oddly hard.
"Hey," she says, as she walks up to Shima. There's an odd look on Hanamaru's face, like she's trying to figure out something despite a blatant inability to do so. It's like watching someone try to fly by flapping their arms but they're still doing so. "I know why all of you guys are in Polaris. But why'm I here, zura?"
Zangetsu!
Night 111 - Closed to Peridot
But for all that, they were still in a goddamned cage.
He's already flopped on the bed like a starfish, meditating on his inner source of power, when Peridot arrives.
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Papyrus
Yuusei Fudo
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The cooldown period between their work shifts on the farm and their moments of rest is still something Yuusei's trying to adjust to. He feels that his heart is cooling faster than it had been the day before, limiting the pain he feels to a low sear at rest - not unlike, as he'd described to Carly previously, 'heartburn' of some sort.
He doesn't know Herbert particularly well except by his title as carnival doctor, so when he spots the man in their shared sleeping cell, he doesn't initially acknowledge him. (He probably doesn't even realise that he attempted to speak with Herbert during their time in Eden simply because he couldn't make the connection with anyone there.) However, Herbert's more constant touching of his arms and hands is a fairly obvious indicator that Something happened; and, curiously, Yuusei sits down to watch him, though he remains away from Herbert in case he doesn't feel comfortable with closer conversation.
"...they did something to your arms, huh?"
[DAY 112: CLOSED TO CARLY AND YUUGO]
So the 'identity' trial happened, and if nothing else, he probably did learn something for himself from this. That is to say, at least, that he has a better idea of how important someone's name is to them, as well as the severity of losing their true name to someone else.
He surrendered his for the duration of this experiment like Beau and Hanamaru; at least, though, in his case, he got a substitute name to use in the meantime.
It feels weird - it feels wrong every time he thinks about it - but he doesn't remember what any other name of his happened to be, so begrudgingly he accepts 'Blue' and goes on with his work. He has more important work to attend to than fussing over his identity; farm tasks at least help distract him from the emotional hell this place exudes on him.
That's assuming, though, that no one tries to talk to him. He's not the only one who forgot 'Yuusei', after all.
WILDCARD: Despite this only having two closed prompts, I'd still be happy to tag out for any general situation between the days of 110 and 113, keeping Yuusei's namelessness in mind for 112!
Tanyuu Karibusa, Day 110
Bending down to pull some geometric tubers out of the ground, Tanyuu is seized by a spark of pain down her back and freezes in place with a sharp hiss. It's enough of a distraction that she doesn't notice anyone else approaching.
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Or to avoid using his hands."I'm almost disappointed--it's such a waste of the metaphysical aspect of, soul infection, however you'd describe it. Just another excuse for...implants." If Tanyuu's see him wandering around on previous days, this is a complete turnaround from the miserable distractable Herbert resulting from his previous trial.
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STEVEN UNIVERSE | DAY 114
DURING WORK HOURS (GROUP THREAD)
In the afternoon of Day 114, though, the going gets harder. He isn't really sure what it is, at first - a nebulous kind of weariness, and a foggy kind of pain in his torso. Then, a bit of numbness in his arms and legs. It doesn't seem like anything too extreme, though, so he really just assumes its something to do with the trial he went through the week before.
Gradually, though, it gets worse, until working seems impractically difficult. He keeps trying, anyway, reasoning that nothing that happens to him is going to be permanent, and they are probably just messing with him again somehow, so what is he really supposed to do? Thinking feels difficult, like it would with a lack of oxygen, like the air has been getting thinner and thinner with time. He tries to avoid mentioning it to people, because there's probably nothing they can do about it, either.
It's not until it hits its absolute worst that point Steven, while trying to tote a bag of unearned geometric potatoes, finally pitches right over onto the ground. To normal senses, he will appear completely fucking dead, and only people with heightened magical senses will have any reason to believe he's alive at all, though in some kind of impenetrable coma.
It'll be about fifteen minutes before he wakes up again, but until then he's lying on his face in the middle of the Farm.
[I don't know if more than one person will tag this, but it can only happen once, so if all replies could be kept to the same thread that'd work best. I'll allow some replies to him falling over and then time skip to him waking up.]
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THE FOLLOWING NIGHT (SEMI-CLOSED)
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CLOSED TO TYKI
He stands in the middle of the apartment for a while, staring into space. He can't let it show how distressed he is, he tries to tell himself. Mess this up, and everything he just did was for nothing. He's gotta play ball, or give up and go back to pulling weeds.
It doesn't work, though. The pressure in his head is incredible, and not long after he finds himself going to the shower, with some vague idea of taking one because it'd be easy to hide his own stress with the water running, if he's being recorded like he assumes. He strips off his uniform, and turns on the water. His scalp is a bit musky with ozone... he'd been sweating beneath his visor, despite himself.
He stands in the shower, and then sits, and then lays down completely, the water running all the while. He doesn't remember that he never got around to closing the door to the bathroom. Moments turn into minutes, and he ends up spending a decent amount of time wondering if stabbing himself in the neck with his own tail would damage the implant or just make his head petrify. Either sounds fine right now.
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It was a chilling sight, one he's seen before, and he knows from his past talks and experiences with Sans that he's wearing one incredible poker face. He doesn't mention it the entire day, even when he's there or he's not, and he doesn't give him any reason to despair. Sans had a part to play here as well, his own judgement reserved in order to keep things going as smoothly as possible.
As someone who notes mannerisms, body language and routine, the fact the shower is going and yet the door isn't closed for privacy is almost an open invitation. He lurks closer and then opts to opening it all together, walking inside with his heels reflexively hitting the floor to announce his presence. He waits there for any sign at all that Sans is alright, but he knows he's not, and he squats down to look at the pathetic sight just as he had done in the Underbelly months ago.
"Now, now. You shouldn't fall asleep in the shower like this," he states outloud, in case they are being recorded like he assumes he is, "Let's get you to bed." He's going to go fetch a towel now so he can pick up a 'sleepy' skeleton.
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