futurology | Entries tagged with chihiro ogino (spirited away)

( Peter is clearly on top of something high when he turns the magitek on, magitek that isn't his but anyone who knows him will recognize him, whether his name is paired with the message or not. he hesitates before he starts, but he's hesitated about a week now. he's sort of out of hesitation time. )

I am guessing most of you remember me, but if you don't, my name is Peter. I just... I wanted to apologize. I get that doesn't mean much, considering how many people I hurt and I should have seen it sooner and prevented it in the first place. ( he shrugs, looking down and his shoulders in a weary slant. ) I'm still sorry. If you got caught up in it, or... you know someone that was. Sorry won't make up for it, but I... I'll do whatever it takes to make sure it never happens again.

( it means more honesty than he's ever had on a large scale, and that's the terrifying part of all this. he doesn't see an option in it anymore. ) I'm sorry I didn't talk about... what I can do. It's a long story. ( a long story with dead girlfriends, so no, he doesn't wanna super get into that part. ) I should have said something before it got so bad. It's too late to go back, but maybe I can say something now. If you want to know, I guess I'll try and answer.

( he looks uncomfortable, but hey. it's at least a start. last but not least, though, he sighs and rubs a spot behind his ear. ) If you don't want anything to do with me, after... ( after he went feral and tried to eat people, is the part he's not saying, ) I get it. I'll try and respect it, if I know, too.

( and, last but not least... ) I think we should consider the endgame of the people that were effected by Bristol. There's a lot to deal with after you get the cure, especially those in late stages of infected. ( speaking from experience... cough....... ) If we can get donations together, provide any kind of support for the people that got sick or ... lost someone. If we can I think we should.

( Peter definitely feels like he's talked enough (for prob the second time in his entire life, and coincidentally the first time was just a few days ago, w e i r d), so with that he's done. at least for now. he probably has a mystic samurai coach to keep an eye on, anyway. she might claim to be petersitting but if anyone is at risk of falling off the building, it's not Peter.

because he doesn't fall off of buildings, he jumps off of them completely intentionally. )

fateality

All right so great job, Uncle Fate is very proud of you all.

So let's celebrate
I have way, way too many drinks leftover from my careful hoarding.
You are definitely invited to have one

Hell I've even gotten a head start

And for those of you who don't like or can't have alcohol I have this
Is this juice? It's blue raspberry. Whatever that is. It's probably drinkable.

selfimage

[ as the cures and vaccines are passed through ALASTAIR recruits and the population alike, Loki takes a moment to address Audentes. it's the end of one story, after all, he feels that the lingering strings have a chance to be tied up in a neat bow.

there's an odd sort of feeling that accompanies the announcement. while his easy, casual manner still guides his tone, there's a hint of pride in the cadence of his words. ]

As everything comes to an end in Woodhurst, I suppose it would be satisfying to get some closure. There are those of us that are still recuperating, and those of us aiding in the efforts to spread the cure. To all, I bring news.

A fair number of us found dear "Doctor" Percy holed up in his sewer abode, alone aside from his brigade of robotic guards. The work he did to conceive the alien virus and spread the infection, it was all due to his personal efforts. He was a single Zymandis agent, alone, with a grandiose plan to infect the entire universe, and watch it suffer before it crumbled. [ he's leaving a few gruesome details out, but it's probably better for those who already feel nauseous. ]

If the cannibalistic sickness proved effective, Zymandis meant to use it to spread destruction, causing the premature death of other vulnerable timelines to harvest their energy.

[ a pause, and there's a part of him that can't help but be satisfied. ]

He thought he may have a chance for making it out. Instead, he seemed to have met a well-deserved fate. The last vial of his precious sickness has been collected, so it's bye-bye virus for the time being. He won't be reporting to anyone of his unfortunate successes and even more questionable failures.

A pity. [ he says it in the way that it doesn't sound like a pity at all. ]

OOC | threadhopping is great. anyone who was there, feel free to add!

ex_adept136

Hello, everyone. As I've mentioned to a few of our associates, Arima and I have done some of our own investigation in the sewers. Our initial findings prompted some follow-up, and now we're prepared to report what we've gathered.

During our first search, we found a table on which some notes in alien writing were gathered. Along with this were an ear-piercing gun and plastic tags that bear an unfamiliar symbol. It would seem someone is tracking the underground infected, from what we can gather.

Our second search turned up what seems to be a jewelcomm like ours. These all seem to be signs that Percy is indeed in the sewers and coordinating with an organization who uses the same kind of technology we do, and I can only think of one other. Should anyone wish to examine it, we can make that available to you. I see no purpose in leaving it for its user to retrieve.

Whatever's going on, it appears fairly organized. It's not just infecting the populace if tracking after the fact is involved...

If anyone else has further findings or insights, let's see what we can make of this.

[ooc: Backdated to 3/21. As always please feel free to thread-hop/thread-jack. Bounty board turn-in can be found here]

hedonistic

sup nerds
sorry to interrupt everyone's doom and gloom party over here, but with the whole zombie apocalypse thing going down outside, there's about 90% less shit to actually do and i'm super fucking bored, so

let's play never have i ever

which, if ur one of the stone age people, goes like this:
u post something u have never done
other people reply
threadjacking is encouraged
if u ever did the thing u gotta post urself taking a sip of booze of ur choice
(or u can just go honor system i guess if u want, i'm not the boss of u)

if ur like a tiny baby or are a lame person who doesn't drink u can have water or soda instead
the challenge for u is to avoid peeing as long as possible

so i'll start us off

never have i ever....had an urge to chomp on human flesh (◡‿◡✿)

(no i'm kidding. i'm kidding, that's not the real one. u can put down ur torches and pitchforks lmao)

ok here's the real real one: never have i ever been on a roller coaster

ex_mettacrusher33

Well, Audentes. Things have certainly taken a turn towards Sweeps Week, haven't they?

[Who's this stunningly handsome, yet unfortunately badly lit human...? Obviously, it's Mettaton, darlings, learn how to read. But wherever could he be with such hideous lighting?]

Riots, infected, and secrets, oh my... While we're out here doing our best to keep both the townspeople and ourselves safe, I thought it'd be a good time to share with the class what we might have found. And without having to play me for it!! Lucky you. [Wink.

The "camera" gets turned away from Mettaton (a crime, he knows), now clearly showing the inside of Woodhurst Watch HQ. Specifically, inside the head editor's room. He expertly pans it from the mess on the floor that the infected and townsfolk left in their rush to head out towards the top of the desk he's sitting at. On the desk, next to where he's perched his legs (you're welcome), are some scattered sheets of paper. He's focusing his communications jewelry on one in particular.]

"Local cancer patient attacks doctor during regularly scheduled chemotherapy appointment." How dramatic. But certainly interesting, isn't it? [He's audibly tapping his fingers on the desk, just out of frame.] Can't say I know entirely what to make of it, but I'm sure checking any records in the hospital would be a good start.

Also. [He turns his necklace back to himself.] Since I and, I'm only assuming, the rest of those inorganic among us aren't particularly interesting to those infected, we might prove ourselves useful when it comes to... Well. Anything. Can't be infected, won't even attract attention... [He puts a hand to his chest and sighs.] I never thought I'd find an audience I couldn't captivate. But! Here we are and the show must go on.

[Slightly more serious. It's obvious there are specific, less fortunate people on his mind.] If there's anyone out there that needs help, let me know. I'm no superhero, but...

...Why waste a talent when you have it?

competing

[ with the new mission on the horizon, and a rather desperate need to keep busy and distracted, lance has decided to put together this informational psa for all those who may benefit from it.

so. like. maybe two of you. ]

Yo! So with Woodhurst coming 'round the corner, many of you probably haven't had the chance to brush up on all six films of the Brawn of the Dead series but that's okay! Your resident Zombie Apocalypse Expert is here to help you out.

[ he's watched pretty much all the zombie films available on earth, ok, he's practically a PhD. ]

While it's pretty much impossible to gain my level of expertise in the single week we have left, I managed to break down the most important things to remember during a Zombie Apocalypse. [ complete with handy, dandy infographics! (blame whoever got them the drawing app ok.) ]

( cut for length )

pummelling

[The magitek's pulled back far enough to feature not one, but two members of Audentes... or, rather, one of them striving vainly to nudge his teammate out of the feed. It's the tail end of the struggle, though, and Kung Jin is fighting a losing battle. It takes half a second for Asher Millstone to shove his way into view, taking up half of the screen and speaking up before Jin can truly get a word in.

The law student looks more excited than ever when he starts speaking, and even lifts his arms above his head in a “raise the roof” sort of gesture.]

It’s time to get wiggity wiggity whack, yo!

Don't. [He nearly slaps a hand over his friend's mouth, but reconsiders, elbowing him back instead.] So, Audentes. Since we're almost all set to leave on our next assignment, it's come to our attention that not everyone here is from a world that people like Asher or I consider "modern day".

Whoa, you? Wait a minute. Last I checked, there was nothing normal about you, man. People in your world, like, rip dudes’ spines out through their mouths and crap!

[After he says this, Asher immediately turns from Jin back to the camera, and waves his hands emphatically in its general direction.]

Don’t try that.

[Jin casts a dubious glance at Asher and moves right along in spite of all the interruptions.]

Even if you look the part, you’ve still got to play the part, too. If you're looking for any advice or tips to blend in properly on-planet, we’re pretty much experts-- so let us know if you need a hand.

[The paler of the two pops up right behind him, leaning on the other’s shoulder.]

That’s right, baby! We’ll teach you how to be 90s.

whatshimadayou

[Hanzo can be seen in the kitchen, in the middle of cooking, apparently. In the background, one might the familiar signs of Chihiro walking past, assisting the surly archer.

What might stick out to those who know Hanzo is a really obvious haircut and earring additions.]

Sometime ago, I had said I would make this team a meal. I had meant to, after Zeta 12, but there were unexpected interruptions.

There is time now. And Chihiro-san has been kind enough to assist me.

Should you like, there is okonomiyaki in the kitchen. There are variations, depending on your preference.

[He turns one over.]

If you are not familiar with it, as I expect many of you are not, it is similar to a pancake, but it is savory, often with cabbage and meat. I am able to do variations, if needed.

...In any case. Consider yourself invited to a meal. Or do not.

pummelling

[With the chaos of the fire over and the smoke cleared (literally and figuratively, really), Jin's settled into hanging around the Audentes campsite. He's helping teammates set up and maintain their camps, aiding townspeople in rebuilding, eavesdropping on all of your gossip, brainstorming wildly on how to deal with the ~~Yeerks~~ Taraxa, the like.

He's got a way more important thing to share with the 'net today, though.]

Um.

[Jin's sitting somewhere in the camp in front of someone's tent, looking a little sheepish-- and holding a mess of dark, unruly hair out of his face.

Help.]

Can I borrow a hair tie? None of the ones the Qorral sell are strong enough. [pause.] I've still got a lot of the ALASTAIR stipend, I'll pay you back with something from the trading post-- I just need something.

[#thickhairproblems]

slapfight

[it's about a DAY after Rey and Keith's message goes up that Peridot's patience wears out. she may no longer be a Homeworld gem and she is aware that there were multiple objectives in this mission, but the Deemers are not as important to her as, say, THE CONTINUED SAFETY OF THIS MISERABLE PLANET.

THAT THEY HAPPEN TO STILL BE ON.

it's time for enlightenment, friends. courtesy of this lime green drama queen.]

I realize that these "Deemers" you're all so focused on are a threat that shouldn't be ignored, but may I remind you of the much bigger threat? As in the fact that this planet may actually collapse in on itself if we don't do something about the mining? As someone who has been stuck on a planet that came this close to being destroyed by a similar situation [well not exactly, but she'll exaggerate a bit for effect], I don't want to repeat that. Ever.

[she waves a hand in a shooing motion condescendingly] So while you all go out and chase down... brain worms or whatever they are, I'm going to orchestrate the destruction of the remainder of the mining efforts, and anyone who wants to take care of a real threat can join me before it's too late. It may go against everything I know as a kindergartner, but as a Crystal Gem, I can't let a planet be destroyed just for its resources, even if it's an objectively terrible planet.

Especially while I'm still living on it.

That is all.

forcevisions

[ Everyone's camping. That's fun, isn't it? Well, before people get ahead of themselves, there's some more news that's waiting. Following Keith and Rey's conversation—and Keith being set right about their shared misconceptions thanks to some clarifications from ALASTAIR—they've finally regrouped enough for … this. If you've ever wondered how good Keith is at sharing information, it's probably along the lines of "not good."

So, this should be good, basically. (At least he has Rey to back him up.)

The two of them are sitting side by side on the outskirts of camp so that they can make their announcement undisturbed. Keith's sporting a warmer jacket and Rey was all but swallowed in the hood of her ALASTAIR uniform, which fit ill now in the light of the doubts that the holodisc shed on them.

After a beat of them … sitting there, Keith awkwardly clears his throat in what sounds like an ineffectual manner: ]

Uh, hey. We have something to tell you all today. [ A beat. Another beat. He glances toward Rey, as if he suddenly feels like she's the one who should talk.

While Rey clearly doesn’t appreciate the hand-off, her shoulders rustling as she composes herself, she can’t deny the responsibility. She directs her gaze towards him for a moment, wrestling with something, before she relents. ]

I made a mistake. [ It seems the simplest place to start when most of them had seen precisely what happened with the Reverend. ] We need to make sure that none of you repeat it. When I killed … [ She can’t muster that admission, not properly, not in this context. So she starts again. ] When the Reverend died, something came out of him. Some kind of parasite.

[ Right, he knows Rey's body language enough to realize where he should probably help. If if were anyone else, that might not be the case, but somehow, they've become friends. It's an odd thing for him, and when she finishes speaking, he preps himself. All right, he can do this. He can do this. ]

The parasite is called the Taraxa. I didn't get a chance to look at a holodisc I found until after the fighting war over, and um, I'm sorry for not coming forward sooner. We wanted to check back with ALASTAIR first. [ He pauses here, but briefly. ]

Anyway, the Taraxa are supposed to be a peaceful group now. They've worked with ALASTAIR via some temporary hosts as spies, but obviously, none of us would call the Deemers peaceful. Rey and I don't know what happened, or if these are some … special branch that decided to go rogue. I don't know. But I think we've got a bigger mess to deal with here than just the mines and mining. [ He offers Rey a brief glance. Keith can't even begin to guess what the Deemers are really doing. He can't. But between the fires and disappearances, he figures they can't just ignore this. ]

They’re also supposed to have hosts that they build instead of steal, but that’s obviously not the case. It’s possible but dangerous to communicate with them because they follow a hivemind they consider their Mother, which is red instead of ... [ Grimly, she raises the dessicated carcass of the beige slug she’d evinced from the Reverend’s corpse. It seemed an odd thing, now, to hold onto it like some kind of trophy, but she hadn’t been ready to let it go, as if holding onto the horror of what she had done. ] Though there’s no clear way to tell when you’re dealing with a Mother while she’s in a host, as far as I can tell.

Until we know more, travel in pairs, and try to avoid lethal force; the Deemers aren’t acting of their own free will.

Or … their hosts aren't, anyway. I guess it's really the same thing, huh? Most importantly, if you have a way of scanning people's brains, let us know. It wasn't clear in the file how to stop them exactly, but heat and salt seem like our best bets. Uh, death and decapitation work, too, but I think we're gonna try to avoid that from now on.

[ Sulky silence quieted Rey, on that note, and she ended the transmission abruptly. ]

[ ooc; if it isn't clear, Rey and Keith. ]

whatshimadayou

It is my understanding that we were gathered to function as a team. A concept that is, perhaps, difficult for many of us to become accustomed to, but a path we have had no choice but to take in any case.

Yet here we are, already faced with danger enough from our missions, and we are equally forced to fear one of our own as well?

Explain to me why we should endure the presence of a monster who cannot keep his nature in check. How many were injured by Koltira's hand, yet all of us remain silent.

ex_adept136

It's occurred to me that since our membership shifts and our backgrounds vary so much, it might be good to compare what we're capable of. More to the point, I was thinking we might be able to help each other pick up relevant skills, if not hone the ones we already have.

If people are looking to train or think they could help others, why don't we discuss that here? I know at least a few of us don't have backgrounds in combat, for example. On our first day here I met someone who wasn't familiar with firearms but might get good use out of the skill, for another.

In my case, I have experience training others and can help with hand-to-hand combat. I can work with people ranging from average human strength to well above it. I've got some skill with swords and knives, but I wouldn't compare that to someone who specializes in them, and that's something I'd like to work on. In terms of non-combative skills, if someone wants to work on something like cooking, I'm reasonably helpful there.

Let's see how we can help each other improve.

[ooc: Please feel free to thread-hop/jack here, that's what this is for!]

competing

[ greetings, audentes, tonight's broadcast is brought to you by the letter Y

as in Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy tf does this place suck so much huh? huh!! ]

What's a guy gotta do to get some coconut oil around here, huh? Heck, I'll even settle for some shea butter at this point.

[ here lance is, sprawled across a bed he is definitely meant to be sharing (but TOO BAD KEITH you snooze you lose, except not literally, because if you were literally snoozing you'd probably already be on the bed). he's looking rather put out, but anyone who's seen him during the time bug incident knows this is 99% more petulance than actual unhappiness. he's got his arms folded behind his head, and a certain chubby space mouse flopped over the top of his head, snoozing.

this particular bad mood may or may not be provoked by any combination of stress, healing orb withdrawal, the perpetual possible threat of a teammate that may one day grow up to stab you in the face after he stabs you in the back, and a not-so-successful run-in with the local fare down in the desert saloon's cozy little bordello. (he doesn't want to talk about it.)

but also the skincare products. that is actually very important to him.

or maybe he's just feeling a little stir-crazy, and someone thought it'd be a good idea to hand the kid who can't keep his own mouth shut a device that can activate and send out messages from a single thought. ]

So who's holding out on the rest of us? [ him. he means him. he's noticed some of your skins, okay! that softness and tautness ain't natural! ]

Is it that thing they're mining? That argecite, or whatever? They all have pretty good skin and they're just inhaling that stuff... Maybe that's why they want it so bad.

[ now he's just late-night musing. but seriously, do you think it's easy to be this beautiful? ]

I wonder if we can get some of that stuff ourselves and grind it down. I bet it'd make a pretty good exfoliant.

[ science side of audentes, show me your argecite beauty hacks. ]

stickyfingers

[The video startup seems pretty normal at first, until you realise that a certain freckled ginger isn't actually paying any attention whatsoever to the camera. He's sitting on one of the saloon beds, taking inventory of... snacks. Cookies, candies, fruit--even little wrapped bars of chocolate. He's talking to himself about something about 'not having enough for such a long trip', and it's only then that he realises that his bracelet is flashing with some... sort of irritating light.

He frowns, a look on his face that's pretty offended as he moves to put a hand down over it, and the video cuts off for a second, only for the screen to flip instead, to text.
Were ALASTAIR's clever little (magic?) bracelets not programmed with a thought-to-text function, it might be alright, but of course--Gaius has pretty poor luck, so instead:]

 Just what I need in my life, weird gods-be-damned enchanted jewelry making eyes at me when I'm in the middle of something important.

[Someone really has no idea how these things work, being from the dark ages is utter bullshit with all this new tech.]

dbag

Hi, guys! Okay, so, I got a present the other day, and it gave me an idea — a really good one, if I do say so myself — and I think— okay, I need to sort of introduce you to it a little bit first, just hang tight. How many of you have heard ooof... tabletop?

[ He holds up a big rule book; STRAP IN, FOLKS, IT'S ABOUT TO GET CRUNK IN HERE. ]

It's called 'Bunkers and Badasses' and it's a cool game for cool people, don't let anybody tell you otherwise. You pick the class you want to play in the party and their ability scores, and you go on an adventure and fight monsters and roll dice to see how successful you are! And, you know, I was thinking, it's not like there's a lot of fun stuff to do around here, and we're probably going to be here a while, sooo... anyone up for an exciting game of B&B? It has to be a small group so not everyone can play, but maybe if it goes well we can do it again sometime?

So, uh, let me know if you're interested, and. I... really hope someone is interested.

keystaff

[The barely teen blinks for a moment to ensure the jewelry is working before giving a small smile and wave in form of greeting.]

Um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry if I...confused anyone earlier with the bugs and the um, the timeline mess. I'm back to normal now! Like everyone else, I guess. But I hope everyone's okay after the train and all. I did my best to try help keep everyone safe there.

[Among general other more recent events with this new mission. Like Chihiro forgetting her toothbrush, that seems more minor but could be a pain depending just how long they are here for.]

Like I've said before, if anyone needs help on this or any other mission, I have my healing. And my cards. So please just send me a message, okay? Oh, and hello to all our newer arrivals! I think I've met one or two of you, but I'm Sakura! I've been here about a year so if any of you have any questions I can do my best to help.

mayora13

[If that train ride was any indication, the dangers noted in their dossiers were absolutely real. Seeing so many of the Qorral armed only confirmed the necessity for more coordination than they'd had on the previous mission.

Being the ~~control freak~~ police officer that he was, Hijikata wouldn't waste any time setting something up.]

This mission needs coordination, there's a lot of 'bad land' between us and the Deemers. [Could they hire locals to escort them? Maybe. At a price that was sure to gouge their pockets.]

We'll need to travel in groups. Each one should have several who can fight, and at least one who can negotiate. No one goes alone.

I'll organize them if necessary, but you guys can use this to find your own too. [He doesn't want to hold everyone's damn hands. Just most of them? He'll step in if he deems it necessary.]

So reply with the following information:

1) Name
2) Skill Set
3) Availability
4) Supplies in Possession
5) Supplies Needed / Special Accommodations

asscan

[It's a couple of days before the mission will take precedence, and Laedo has finally recovered from his embarrassing childhood-throwback. The tone around the castle has been sombre, embarrassed... and he's learned a few things in his months trying to fit in among humans.

One of those things he's learned is that bipeds motherfucking love a dragonback ride... and given he needs to pack so little, the idea strikes him to offer, if only to fill his days and cheer those up who have never had their flat feet leave the ground.

So here he is, reclining in the sunny courtyard, scudding clouds chugging along the fragment of sky above and behind him as he peers into his jewel, and the network at large.]

Who among you would like to touch the sky? I do not offer often, but I am willing to trade the pleasure for later favours... providing you can contain yourselves not to dig in heels or pull at hair.

[Still, his tone is less arch than it has been in the past. He's been working hard to gain perspective. He doesn't want to start this next mission on the wrong foot.]

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