Lost Carnival Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ringleaders) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
lostcarnival2018-10-17 01:22 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2018-10-17 01:22 pm
Entry tags:
⇨ 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! |
no subject
Either way, Zangetsu is in much better spirits than the last time they spoke at length. He's even humming a bit to himself tunelessly as he uses a sharp shovel-like implement to chop off some weird looking pineapples. Gon's soul brush gets a small but noticeable wave of the familiar darkness, all without Zangetsu missing a beat.
He pauses for a moment, then hands Gon the shovel before walking a short distance to get another.
"Dig up the plants after I harvest the pointless bullshit," he says, cheerfully (and loudly), "Then I can put in more seeds. Whatcha think... Pumpkins? I'm feelin' pumpkins. Walk with me."
He continues his work, but his ears are pointedly turned directly toward Gon, and his soul feels open -- receptive.
no subject
The image of a leaf with the word 'shh' comes to mind. Easiest way to convey silence of the voice. Only soul chatter for this, got it?
no subject
... soul charades? Really?? That was what Gon had up his sleeves? He can't stifle his groan. Then again, without access to his sword form, he isn't sure he could enter the inner world at all. This will have to do, these vague inklings of concepts and ideas and images.
A leaf? Why a leaf? But the implication is clear enough. A finger, brushed against lips. Shhhh. Then, questioning. What is it you need to say?
no subject
As it is.
He first conveys the idea of themselves- stuck in some...Box. Then, of something on the outside, a shrouded figure that carries the idea of warmth, and heat.
The figure fires golden arrows- they enter the box, landing near himself, and near Yuuya as well, with notes attached.
The image changes to the notes...or at least, to a vision of how Gongenzaka saw the notes in his dream.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
There is a sense of hope, and excitement, the feeling that something out there intends to offer aid. And then with a push of clarification, of the idea of why such a presence could exist-
IGNATIUS. ALTRUISM. Those were the reasons this unknown fae gave for contact.
no subject
He stops, making a show of stretching and adjusting the shovel. In reality, he's closing his eyes and focusing on something unseen -- picturing the souls around him as ribbons.
He can see them, the reiraku ribbons of each of the carnival members on the farm, brilliant white and run through with streaks and hints of the colors of their souls. Gon's is the closest, and the most intense, and the easiest to grab.
And he does physically grab it. For a split second, a flash of white is visible in Zangetsu's fist, then it is gone. Gon will get the sensation of... well... what do they call it? "Someone walking over your grave"? It's eerie, but reassuring all at once.
He wraps the concept of the ribbon around his wrist and goes back to work in the physical plane. Ah, there. Like jiggling the rabbit ears on an old TV set, the reception is much much clearer.
A clock. The passage of time, the sun passing over the farm and darkness rising. A question. When.
no subject
Another note- 'NEED A TIME, A DAY'
Beyond that, yet another note on what they need. 'A PLAN', 'AN OBJECTIVE'. Their allies have their pieces ready, but they of the Carnival need to gather theirs into something cohesive.
To that end, Gongenzaka conveys the image of a war room of sorts- the very map he was sent, and the image of themselves and unknown others discussing a plan of attack.
They need a plan. Which means they need to spread word- the idea of letters and notes discretely passed hand to hand comes to mind- they need to gather themselves, as people who won't rush into danger.
A large 'X' over Strange comes to mind. Sorry, but he's just. A good example of what Not To Do.
The emphasis of how few chances they have is there- they have one shot.
They need to make it a good one. So....
Questioning. Imploring, even.
Any ideas? What's Zangetsu got?
no subject
Oh good... a map! It's fairly basic, but it gives him a good idea of the layout of this place. And the scale.
As for plans... Zangetsu somehow manages to convey that he's more of a weapon and less of a brainiac. Point him in a direction, and he'll go. But there is also a willingness there to follow directions, so that's a good thing. Whatever the plan ends up being, he's on board.
What can he do? Well, what follows is the soul equivalent of crappy stick-figure drawings, but here goes;
He pictures himself, a sort of white stick figure with sharp teeth dressed in the black bodysuit. The figure jumps out of its body, revealing an exact copy in white clothes, holding a... small sword. More like a big knife really.... 30% of a 6 foot sword is a little less than 2 feet. The figure cackles and blows up a wall. The white figure with the sword passes by a figure with a visor, and the visored figure doesn't seem to notice. More visored figures appear, and a number appears in a thought bubble above the white figure's head.
Then, the white figure... turns into a giant scribble with teeth and eats the visor figures.
The implication is clear.
Anyway, that's what he can offer you, Gon.
Dog holds dog by leash,
Gongenzaka conspicuously coughs, a mental him scowling and pointing at what looks like a strung up marionette in Technician's garb. No. NO. The feeling is firm. The changelings are in the same shoes- or were- as their own 'Deltas'! As demonstrated by an invisible figure ssssllooowly stringing up Sans in his example.
Avoid casualties!
If Zangetsu wants to target anything it needs to be the big shadow doing the stringing.
Of course as soon as he thinks that, his thoughts falter- with a big pause of wondering and worry in light of the question... How?
no subject
Then, marionetted stick-Sans appears, and stickgetsu knocks him in the head.
As for the Mother herself... what had Strange told him about her? Oh, yes.
So, he climbs the strings and finds what... must be the Mother of Invention, in Zangetsu's mind. A big, fat, ugly stick figure sitting on a pile of iron-grey stuff, with those little eyeball drones flying around her. To add insult to injury, she has some small little derpy fairy wings. Stickgetsu grabs a piece of iron from her pile and stabs her in her DUMB UGLY EYEBALL.
(Surely this isn't how all his trains of thought go...)
no subject
Zangetsu...Zangetsu please-
Ah! A bolt of focus strikes when he realizes what Zangetsu is doing with the Mother. Iron. The Iron pulls into focus, with a sudden sense of urgency, and more than a few magnifying glasses as the idea of finding that iron comes to mind.
Excitement, and honest cheer, agreement, determination- The Mother is Fae no matter how it's cut! If they find that iron, no one could say no to using it against her!!
no subject
... Well, that's the idea, anyway.
After all, they're already war criminals, right? Just go whole hog.
But... how to break out... and when?
no subject
As it is. A thought of patience, and that war room again. A line moving from Gongenzaka to Zangetsu, and from Zangetsu to various unknown figures.
The idea is simple- spread word, with those he doesn't think will just run amok, at least. He briefly shows the images of those he has spoken to, as well. Talk to those guys if you can, Zan.
As it is...
"Hnn... ...I think this is enough," Gongenzaka murmurs aloud. "Unless you see something else?"
Rather- the questioning feeling. Anything else Zangetsu needs to add before he goes?
no subject
Maybe he could make it look like he was sleeping...?
"Hmm... I think it'll be alright."
gently ties this with a bow,
Anyway. Gongenzaka nods- and prepares to leave. "Saah. I, the man Gongenzaka, shall work with you again at another time then," he determines.
Time to raise hell.