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The Diadem ([personal profile] thediadem) wrote in [community profile] diademlogs2025-06-08 10:11 am

MINGLE ∞ LOG — June 2025

Mingle ∞ Log
No Lifeguard on Duty
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Summary
What's going on?
An unexpected heat wave in mid-June, coupled with the cycling shutdown of all air conditioning units in motels across the Blocks, has made the summer unbearable. Meanwhile, the ever-eager storm chaser, Felix Bjurstrom, has uncovered a fancy resort with a pool in a diffusion zone only 1 hour out from Panorama. Lucky, right? Well...kind of. It's got some quirks.
When is this happening?
June 10 - 30
What should I know?
  • This area is one of many diffusion zones that appear throughout the planet.
  • A storm chaser is someone dedicated to studying the cosmic phenomenon in the Diadem. Felix is a pioneer in his field.
  • A winding highway filled with old empty barrels will take you to the zone.
  • Characters can travel with a friend to save on gas! Parking's limited, so it might not be a bad idea.
  • At any given time, there's max several dozen visitors. Most work long hours, some are traveling through the diffusion zones, and others prefer not to risk the drive or waste precious gas, so it won't draw a huge crowd (but there's still a crowd!).
  • This is a mingle rather than an event. Plot-heavy elements will be minor. The game's first proper event will be posted in July!
What does my character know?
  • Having lost his phone, Felix will spread the word using good old-fashioned printed posters that he's put up around Panorama. A young woman is seen helping him. They appear to be close. Some say that's his daughter.
  • Though the timing is impossible to predict accurately, Felix believes that due to this zone's unusual proximity to an anchor point, it has a high chance of persisting for 2-3 weeks.
  • Directions are printed on the posters, though characters are also free to stumble across the zone by accident.
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TravelMapSetting
Introduction
The resort looks like your typical upscale vacation spot: a beautiful pool, lovely cabins, and plenty of pool chairs. The sky is perpetually nighttime and there are two moons. One moon is smaller than its sister and glows purple. The other looks like the Earth's moon. The weather is pleasantly warm. In fact, conditions are almost too perfect.

Other fluxdrifts are here, too, and you might come across them, all of whom are taking advantage of the pool. They'll converse superficially with you and will come and go randomly. You'll want to keep a close eye on your belongings. Other than cooling off, this isn't a bad place to start making connections. Life in the Diadem is better when you've got allies if not friends.

Just outside the resort is a spacious parking lot, designed for visitors. Nobody's following parking rules so put your car anywhere it fits. If you get blocked in, well, that's a problem for when you leave.

At the end of June, the diffusion zone will flicker and morph into an unremarkable overgrown park, long abandoned to the decades.

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Prompts
As you wander around, you discover deactivated androids in many of the poolside huts. These androids cannot be mistaken for any organic species: their chassis is metal, and their heads are shiny. Circuits and wires are visible. But each is dressed distinctly human in a way that borders on disturbing. You spot lipstick drawn on some of the metal faces, as though they're playing dress up...or as if they don't realize they aren't human. One android is frozen in place with a diary clutched in its hands. Another has a hairbrush for its nonexistent hair.

Something seems to have destroyed them—perhaps a powerful EMP wave that knocked them all out. All except one.
The Bartender
The poolside bar is at the eastern end of the resort. There are plenty of seats. A few are occupied by deactivated androids. The bartender is also an android and appears to be the only functional one in this place. He speaks with a modulated voice and has a neutral accent. He exhibits the following behaviors if you sit at his bar:
  • Icebreaker. Whether you're alone or with a companion, he'll try to get you all to be friends, asking random self-generated icebreaker questions. He'll be visibly disappointed if you don't play along.
  • Bartending. While cheerful, he can't make the correct drink: it's always too strong, incredibly weak, added salt instead of sugar, messed up the ice. He's obviously doing his best, but it's just not working. The harder he tries, the worse he performs until it becomes a comedy of errors with stuff falling over, ice dumped in your lap, champagne corks flying, and any number of slapstick mishaps. You can help him out by mixing the drink yourself.
If you're nice to him, he'll introduce himself as Thomas Lustras. He's happy to tell you about his son. Strange, you think, but who says androids can't have paternal instincts? Yet, when the android takes out his wallet to show you a photo of his son—named Edward Lustras—the picture is that of a human child, roughly 5 years old, in the arms of his human father.

The driver's license in the same wallet confirms that Thomas is (was?) a real person. The picture on the license matches the human male in the photo. A half-scorched business card states that Thomas was a consultant at Outer Rim Resettlements. Thomas believes he's on a company retreat and wistfully declares he's eager to return home to his son.

Maybe don't look too closely. After all, this place will soon disappear. And so will he.
The Grill
It's not a vacation without a grill! Not a grillable item is in sight, though, so you'll have to rely on what you can bring out of Panorama. Some of the visiting drifters will pitch in to share, unloading hotdogs (some synthetic, others authentic, and some far past expiry), burger patties (same) and buns, and "kebabs" made of blocky frozen vegetable squares. The squares vaguely resemble corn, mushrooms, and pineapple. The texture is passable, like a flavor-infused block of tofu.

Fire up the grill and take turns grilling. You'll also have to manage the propane. The grill's also prone to sputtering out, requiring regular minor repairs to get it back up and going. Any loose bolts or screws can be taken out of the dead androids to replace the rusty ones in the grill. You're unsure if you should feel uncomfortable doing that or what, but it is a solution.
Parking Woes
Like any crowded event, the parking lot can get chaotic, and the lawlessness of the diffusion zones doesn't help. While some are happy to help barbecue, others are more interested in picking fights over who got to the parking space first. It won't take much for a fistfight to break out, and a knife fight isn't out of the question, either, though nobody'll be killed (this time).

You can let the troublemakers beat each other, or you can try to intervene if somebody who doesn't deserve it is getting harassed. Just avoid causing too much of a scene. Breaking noses is acceptable; gutting someone head to toe is not. There are Enforcers visiting the zone, and if you interfere with their nice pool time, they won't hesitate to haul away everybody involved and make you sit in jail for a few days.
Questions? Ask here
thetruefocus: (close up half smile)

III Quiet Time

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-06-16 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Charles has decided to stay at the resort for a few days to indulge himself in some finery and quiet before being forced back into a state of being poor and in pain from too many voices in his head. This is truly a vacation and he won't stay forever, it will get him too used to having the escape, but he felt he deserved a bit in the cabins. He is relaxed and comfortable here because of it, and has even learned how to grill a little in able to feed himself. He's had a few chats with Thomas. It's been pleasant. He got some actual sleep.

But he is used to being up late these days given his situation, and there are some people on the grounds he can hear that shake him out of rest. It's no problem, just part of being a telepath, but it means he wheels out to take a quiet night dip. He's in the water as he gets a little self-conscious about it during the day, but if there is only one or two people around, he's less concerned.

The weightlessness of floating is rare for him and he uses his arms to stay afloat, glancing over when asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, that is what it's here for. No propriety to worry about, especially with it only being us at the moment."
kingsroads: (small cheeky little smile)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-06-17 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wonderful," Strange says, with a little nod. He sits down at the edge of the pool as he starts to undo his shoes, take off his stockings, and roll up his trousers. Strange's attire is still absolutely Regency era, though it's taken a bit of a beating thanks to the driving. Even without the attire, his body language is pure and concentrated 'I don't know how to act around pools'—he's out of his element, but trying hard not to seem that way.

"I know that some will say I am being silly," Strange muses, as he continues to take his shoes and stockings off. "Worried about propriety, in a place like this? But in a situation completely unfamiliar, one clings to the smallest bits of familiarity they can find."

And hot damn is all of this unfamiliar. Cars are unfamiliar. Give a man a moment or two to adjust!

As he slips his feet in the pool, Strange lets out a sigh of relief. Odd as all of this may be, the water feels fantastic.
thetruefocus: (048)

[personal profile] thetruefocus 2025-06-21 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
The mansion has a pool and it is one of the luxuries that Charles would have missed with time, given that he likes swimming for the same sensation he's having now. So having a temporary return to something familiar is appreciated. He doesn't mind having company and one mind is easy to block out. He doesn't watch Strange as that would defy the purpose of it being casual and proper, although he does give an early glance when they speak to note his dated attire.

"I understand, to an extent. As you said, holding onto familiarity can be soothing when surrounded by so much change." It might make someone a bit of a stick in the mud, but Strange is in good company there, given Charles is one of those. "I don't think it's silly. Everyone's comfort level is their own." There are plenty of people who don't want to swim at all for their own reasons.

His arms glide through the water with sure movements as he moves up toward the stairs up, although he sits there for now and doesn't leave. If Strange looks he can observe there is a wheelchair standing right by where he might have to lift himself out eventually.

"I can't help but observe your clothing is Regency era. The 1800s?"
kingsroads: (dude are you sure?)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-06-23 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Strange perks up a little at the dates. 'Regency era' isn't a term he's heard before, though it does make sense. After all, the Prince Regent is the one basically running the show, what with George III's madness. Regency era. Is that what people will call his time in the future? Idly, he wonders when that term will take priority over the one he knows, the Revival of English Magic.

But he digresses. Strange gives Charles a little nod before answering. "It is. The year was around 1817 when I arrived here."

Hey buddy, what do you mean by 'around'?

That little mental hiccup is ignored as Strange continues, "When are you from? I suspect my future—most here seem to be. Are you distant enough that these 'cars' and 'androids' are commonplace?"