Mingle ∞ Log
No Lifeguard on Duty
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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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.
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.
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Well, I didn't think that far ahead.
[ He doesn't know what she's about to do until she starts walking up to the men, eyes widening as he takes a step closer. ]
Wanda, wait—
[ He's ready for it, the inevitable fight. One thought and he'll shove those men across the parking lot, or yank their car door and slam it in to their faces. But before anything happens, she's touching the leader. Erik doesn't see much of what happens, but he notes the flash of red on the man's eyes, enough to stop him in his tracks, stunned silent.
It's not until the group leaves that Erik's eyes go from them to Wanda, a frown on his features. ]
What did you do?
[ He's confused, but mostly (and genuinely) curious. ]
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I talked nicely to them, about how it's better to not pick a fight, that you're very scary. It works, most of the time. ( motioning towards the group that's just left, she adds, ) It worked this time.
( it really isn't much of a strategy, though, as far as breaking up fights is concerned. he's giving her this look, though, that she's taking as wariness. her heartbeat's in her ears, and she feels some amount of — not shame, exactly, but worry, the base of her neck warming up, and it's not because of the hot weather.
which is why she doesn't approach him further, raising her hands up to her middle, wanda's unconscious way of showing she's harmless.
maybe she wasn't as subtle as she thought she was, and maybe that was a risk she shouldn't have taken, either.
she points to her left. )
I'm... going to go this way...
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[ Or anything other than talking, even from the distance Erik didn't really notice her saying anything to the man. He also seriously doubts that he would not talk back, no matter what she'd said. Even if she'd threatened him somehow. He had been hardly reasonable up until that point.
She seems almost scared now, though maybe that's not the best word for it— worried about Erik's reaction, maybe? Not that it's much of a reaction. He's just curious, and now leaning towards confused when she raises her hands like that. He makes no move to get closer, just in case. ]
Are you telling me that because you want me to join you or to leave you alone?
[ He's fine with either option. But something bears pointing out first. ]
Whatever it is you can do, Wanda, it's not going to scare me. You don't have to worry about me. [ Or fear his reaction, for that matter. ]
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it comes to mind that his being able to notice that she did something speaks to the fact that he might not be unfamiliar to things like this.
regardless of the case, it is the latter that makes her pause, leaving his question to go unanswered. whatever it is you can do, it's not going to scare me. how often she's heard the opposite of it, felt helpless by how others see her, fear her.
hands come down to her sides, relenting. )
I just — wanted to help.
( and clearly her trying to spin lies isn't very effective. swallowing hard, she takes a breath, and revels in the fact that he sounds sincere when he says she doesn't have to worry about him. )
It scares others when they learn about what I am. What I can do. It makes them... uncomfortable.
( will he not be uncomfortable, too? )