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[sphererpmod]

Who: Everyone.
What: The February welcome long
Where: The merchant Dome, the "found" domes.
When: The first two weeks in February.
Notes: The merchants in the domes are becoming more hostile to newer arrived character and in return the council has opened some "found" domes for additional supplies.

February Welcome Log

An unwelcoming welcome party

The mood in the City has been different in the last few weeks ever since the Sphere has shared what’s possibly a memory of its own. Whereas before the locals were easy and open with people, there’s now a shared distrust. Flat stares come from people who were open and happy before, and conversation is a curt, simple thing, especially when it comes to any newcomers, or anyone who’s been in the City for less than six months. There’s now the whole thing of money to deal with, and while everyone’s paid extremely well, it’s something else to adjust to, and the older npcs seem to be bilking it for everything that it’s worth.

Even the welcome party itself is smaller and almost seems to taste cheap. Food is only provided in small quantities and it’s not very good. Mostly it seems to consist of day old pastries and cooks, some limp salads and whatever meals the restaurant couldn’t sell the night before. There is no wine or beer or alcohol of any kind. Instead there are watered-down fruit juices and water itself. With no ice.

Conversations that are happening between older residents are happening in hushed whispers, and if they notice characters listening, then they shift further out of hearing. If you character has some enhanced ability to hear them, hit the mod contact page and I’ll give you a conversation to overhear.

There’s some, but not for you

Some of the stalls are decrying “sudden shortages” when it comes to newer residents who are looking to buy things. Things like coffee, or expensive and complicated food items and fancier clothing are suddenly “not available” from most stalls. They’re not on display, but are currently resting under the counter for most stalls. There are occasionally stalls that offer things at fair prices, but they are few and far between. As the month progresses, the supplies to these stalls are slowly cut off. The merchants say it’s not punishment. Don’t believe them, it’s definitely punishment.

If people press at the stalls that say that they have the “shortages of supplies” the merchants become increasingly hostile. Any threats to them or their stalls are met with responses similar to the idea that the newcomers “need to learn their place here, one way or another.” Then they’ll touch the circular patch behind their neck and just say the name of the person who’s involved. Even if it doesn’t appear on the network.

What was lost can be found.

It’s big news around Sphere City: some old lost and sealed domes have been found along the edges of town. Well, at least some people have heard about it. The new people have heard well before the older people. Not only have they been found, but they’re open! Not only are they open but the stuff inside is there on a first come first serve basis. These old domes show no signs of dust, but there are some personal effects within them, pictures and the like. They definitely belonged to someone who had been pulled into the city at some point within the last seven years.

And they’re definitely worth checking out. One never knows one might find in them. Various varieties of clothing are available, as are books, food items, toys and there may or may not be some magical or important historical things hidden here or there if your character is very lucky. Mod note: Nothing world breaky or living can be found, but small things like potions or jewelry or amulets or small weapons (daggers or guns with a very limited amount of bullets.)

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Tony Stark | MCU | OTA

[stark]

iii. old domes

When Tony hears about the old domes, and that there could be things in there that could be useful, he doesn’t really waste any time. Sure, it feels like he’s pilfering someone else’s home and things, which doesn’t exactly make him comfortable, exactly, but this isn’t the first time that he has been on survival mode. Living in an underground dystopian society for a few months prepared him to hunt for any supplies that could be useful at one point or another. Back then, like now, sometimes that meant taking belongings that once belonged to people that resided there before being yanked back home.

And, like back then, Tony packs light - some snacks and a bottle of water - before he makes his way out to explore. It’s a nice change of pace that he doesn’t have to hide or sneak around as if Big Brother’s watching, just how he used to do while living underground, but either way he’s unconsciously trying to not bring too much attention to himself. It’s stupid, especially since he hasn’t lived underground in a year and so much has happened that it feels as if it happened a lifetime ago, but still. Old habits die hard.

When he reaches the first dome, he carefully walks in, careful to not disrupt anything or make any noise. And for a moment he almost thinks he’s good, and starts looking through the items in the dome, when he hears footsteps coming to the door. There’s a dagger in the drawer he has opened, but while he hasn’t grabbed it just yet, he stays close by. Just in case.

“... Hello?”


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Re: Tony Stark | MCU | OTA

[inthewink]

Nico was kind of bored, at least that's what he was telling himself. It couldn't be because he was missing an amazing intern, turned boyfriend at all... nope that wasn't it.

He had been here for about a week and still hadn't explored much, so he headed to the old domes. He had entered moments before, hearing the voice, stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey, who are you?"

[of_bokthersa]

Seregil has been to the domes, back, and with the increasing prices of things in the marketplace, is there again, looking for more things that could be useful for barter or use. The stealth is instinctual from years of practice, but he watches as the man enters, pack and all, and calls out a presence announcing 'hello'.

Not subtle, is he? Then again they had offered for them to come here. It wasn't as if he really were robbing the place, none of them were. So he may as well get to know another new arrival.

He pulls out of the shadows as if he'd never been there at all. "Hello." The words are cheerful as his grey eyes look over him, assessing.

[redhandle]

Rick has much the same thoughts. While, he would never enjoy going through people's belongings -- once they were abandoned, they were for the taking. He'd not found much of use yet, some books that caught his eye but more because they made him think of people and some food that didn't seem like it was still edible or it shouldn't still be anyway. The one decent find, thus far, had been a small revolver and stash of bullets. He'd tucked it at his back.

Instinctively when he heard the voice he reached behind himself to grip the gun without actually drawing it.

"Hey," he returned, moving further in and accessing the person he'd just come upon and if he might be someone to worry about.

Deviation on Domes? aka maybe he hears the last bit of one of these other conversations

[noble_sentiments]

Steve, on the other hand, heads to explore the old domes so he can understand this place. Old, abandoned objects give him the freedom to linger and look closely when otherwise, he'd cause offense — and the people here seem easily offended. Plus, you can't blame the guy for having a soft spot for history.

Still, waking up here had felt surreal and devastating at the same time. The first voice he'd heard in his pod — the one that made him feel safest in the world — had felt so impossible that he'd spent hours a stunned daze. But it's never been Steve's way to just sit there and take anything, so after a self-directed tour of his dormitory-style housing and meal situation, he's been trying to understand this place. Trying to understand the Sphere.

So today, as he carefully steps over the artifacts of the past, he knows his original goal here wasn't to take. He's here to learn, but because of that, he finds himself picking up and brushing the dust off of more book covers than he ever thought he'd find. Some he puts in his bag, others, he opens up and brings to the edges of the walls, reading them below the light of bioluminescent fish.

It's right after he flips a worn-out page in one of his books, when he hears the sound of people in the distance, much closer to the original door. The voices are far away enough that they're still murmurs, so he keeps reading for a while. But slowly, he starts to pick up on a voice that he-

It can't be.

He keeps listening for just a second longer before his hand immediately closes his book and pockets it.

No. It can't be.

And yet, it sounds so much like him. Tony Stark.

So silently, carefully, hesitantly, Steve starts to make his way over to Tony's voice.

Rudy | Misfits | OTA, will match style

[multiple_man]

Un-welcome Party (Rudy Too)

Rudy lifted a croissant off the tray of pastries. It felt stiff and stale... but he'd already touched it, so he set it onto the plate in his hand and moved on. Right on past the lightly-spoiled salad to the pitchers of fruit juice.

As he poured himself a bit of not-quite-opaque OJ, he noticed a couple of people talking nearby. He made a move to join them, only to watch as they noticed him approaching and retreated to another area of the room. Well. All right then.

He wandered the party until he found someone who didn't treat him like he was radioactive. Once he'd stood next to a person for a couple of seconds and they didn't run away, he'd speak up.

"I'm Rudy," he offered, lifting his croissant in greeting before adding: "I'm new."

TDM
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[redhandle]

Rick had already had his fill of the stale food and some water. It's odd that even with being from a zombie apocalypse you could still have some standards when it came to food.

"Rick," he returned and lifted a hand, though he would have normally reached out to shake Rudy's hand the other was clearly occupied at the moment. "I'm new too."

[ubbe]

"I'm Ubbe," Ubbe smiled at Rudy. He'd come to this welcome party and in truth he was appalled slightly at the lack of hospitality that he found there. The previous ones had been warm and welcoming with plentiful food and company. This... felt more honest but all the same it was troubling.

"These gatherings are not usually this way."

[noble_sentiments]

To Steve, just sitting in this room feels surreal. It feels impossible that days ago, he'd fallen to the ground in Wakanda, exhausted, shocked, and for the first time in a long time: at a complete loss for how to make things right.

Part of him still thinks that none of this is actually real. That he's asleep, in Wakanda, and that the serum has put him in some kind of fantasy to try and help him in some way. Steve also knows that that's a total stretch.

He's completely in his own head when Rudy walks up, and Steve's eyes lift to look at the young man in front of him. He blinks then, as if realizing that even before he spoke, Rudy had been standing there for a few seconds already, and it seems to at least snap him out of something.

"Steve," he responds before gesturing towards the seat across from him. "Feels a little like I was born yesterday." He hears himself say the words more than he can feel himself doing so, but Steve manages to act pretty normal, given the circumstances. In front of him is a glass of iceless water, and a small plate of two or three other stale pastries. He hasn't touched any of them yet.

tim drake } ota

[tdls]

lost + found

New-old domes means new territory to explore, and since Tim's been spending a fair amount of his time since he arrived snooping around, these domes are an obvious addition to his daily investigations. He explores every inch he can find until his energy stores are completely depleted for the day (which takes a long time, usually) - the landscape of the underwater complex changes so frequently, these locations might vanish before Tim has a chance to check them out.

He's not really on a mission to scavenge items left behind by the previous occupants - he's looking for clues about this place, about the Sphere itself, about who the people were who lived here before, why they were here, why the current group of which he's a part is here now. If he has a bigger pool of information, he can sift through it to find potential patterns.

Tim absorbs himself in his work, but he's still pretty difficult to sneak up on. Unless he's fallen asleep ... which is more likely to happen than you might think.

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Lost + Found

[unknownmoirai]

It had taken some time to convince herself to go through the new areas of the dorms. It felt awkward. This wasn't her home and she had no idea if these people would one day return and expect to find their things exactly as they left them.

But she was curious and eventually, that curiosity won out.

Eventually she paused and took a seat in one of the vacant family rooms. She had a stuff doll in her hand, it's limbs darkened and worn with age. It was hard to tell if the doll belonged to a child or an adult but it was old, missing some of it's stuffing and clearly well loved. A thin slender finger lightly ran down the face of the doll as her thoughts became consumed with images of her sister.

She hadn't noticed Tim at first but soon enough, her head snapped up and the doll was dropped to the floor. "Oh." They've never met but her voice sounded familiar. "Excuse me. I hope I'm not in your way at all."

[redhandle]

Rick isn't not interested in finding out more information but the instinct to look for useful things is second nature to him. He's not sure what he'd be looking for otherwise if he were being honest. In one of the domes he comes across someone, someone who appears to be asleep?

He frowns. These were meant to be abandoned were they not?

"Hey, wake up," Rick said to the stranger, not the politest of wake up calls.

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age | OTA

[tevinteraltus]

i. welcome party

[As this seems to be a custom of the residents, Dorian is most definitely in attendance at this month's welcome party, and he is certainly noticing the differences. Lackluster in every way, the mage can't help but notice the residents seem to have soured on their appearance. Unfortunately, any conversations he attempts to overhear are met with avoidance altogether and thus he sits with his lackluster pastry and his glass of water, looking sour and suspicious. If anyone happens to have a seat beside him, he does glance over with a nod.]

I suppose the new year didn't agree with the locals.


iii. what was lost can be found

[At the mention of lost domes, Dorian mounts a search. He's met people who've arrived recently from all walks of life, worlds he's never dreamt of, and knows full well these places may well be filled to the brim with things people from other places he's never fathomed left behind. Not many here would know what to do with half (or any) of the magical artifacts they found, and so he felt it was his duty as a citizen of this dome-bound community to find them and secure them.

For security, science, and study of course. The mage is trained well, of course, and multitasking a necessity for any battlemage. If anyone happens upon him rummaging through an old trunk or some such, and appears hostile, he'll turn, a hand raised emitting a shimmering dome of light around his person, the other poised to release the rolling ball of fire collected in his palm. Otherwise, he'll simply nod in greeting.]

If you find anything that glows faintly, vibrates, appears warm with no determinable cause, or anything else bizarre, I'll have it, thank you.

III

[of_bokthersa]

[The sound of Dorian entering the pod wasn't a great surprise, the words, as if he believed there was someone else there was. Seregil had been crouched and almost head deep in his scavenging and thought he was well out of sight. And it wasn't as if he were an amateur about all this. Still, if he did know that there was anyone else there, the damage would have been done. So he raised a hand and waved slightly from his mound of leftovers.]

Any reason you're so interested in anything that seems to be magic?

[It was a very specific request, after all.]

iii

[redhandle]

[ It's habit to think about searching abandoned or 'lost' areas. It's a fact of life for him but there was something eerier in a way about this, but maybe that's just because this whole damned place made him feel uneasy. So, when he came across Dorian who he has yet to meet, he raises the small revolver he'd found, and assumed work as he'd found some bullets with it (but he wasn't going to try shooting it and wasting ammo just yet). It's not quite pointed at Dorian, though. ]

Why should I give you anything? [ Not that he has anything of the like or thinks that he'd find anything like that. Maybe, Rick is being slightly obstinate about the levels of things that are possible. ]

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[ubbe]

Apparently not.

[ Ubbe is rather perturbed at all the behavior himself. It's not so much that he minds being disliked or distrusted -- after all, he's experienced both of those things... ]

You'd think the least we could get is a good stout drink.

i.

[unknownmoirai]

[She doesn't know what to make of the odd welcome. She is accustom to having very little and very comfortable with having only as much as she needs to survive but it is odd.

Looks, that she doesn't understand, and quick whispers fill her ear with its immutable nonsense. It is rude to over hear and despite her uneasiness she tries not to listen in. Eventually she takes a seat, holding a small cup of water in her lap as she stares out over those gathered around.

If they do not like them, then why have a welcome at all?

Her head turns towards Dorian, her brow furrowing slightly.] The new year? I thought the celebrations were about releasing yourself of old weights.

Unless it's something new that we do not know anything about.

[It might just be her. She doesn't know much about anything here but she's trying her best, in her own way, and taking steps forward.]

Simon Reese | The Black Tapes Podcast

[interconnectedness]

( A. (Un)Welcome Party )

[ Simon isn't a fan of parties but even he knows that this one is a bad one. The food makes the asylum's food seem gourmet. He's not particularly friendly himself but he still notices the changes in people. It makes him all the more suspicious of this place -- which makes him all the more worried about Alex's safety.

He doesn't end up partaking in much of the food or watered down drinks. The only chance someone might have to talk to him is if they bump into him or actually try to get his attention.

Otherwise, excuse him while he studies people a bit too close to not have some plotting or gears going on in his mind. ]

( B. What was Lost )

With all the strangeness that has been sent into apparent overdrive, Simon makes his way to the new-old domes. While many might be looking for valuables, his focus appears to be on books, papers and artifacts.

He's yet to find anything useful or informative but he'll be thorough as long as the domes are open.

( C. Wildcard )

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Rick Grimes ( The Walking Dead )

[redhandle]

( A. Lost & Found )

It's perhaps out of habit that Rick makes his way to the domes that had been discovered when he had heard the mentions of them. He was careful as he explored, in search of things that could be useful.

Weapons. Gear. Information.

If someone came upon him suddenly they're likely going to find a small revolver pointed at their direction until he accesses they're not a threat. Because, no, he doesn't really trust most people here.

( B. Wildcard )

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Ubbe Ragnarsson | Vikings

[ubbe]

( A. Unwelcoming Welcome Party )

In comparison to welcome festivities prior this one is very inhospitable. Ubbe eats the bland food and drink all the same. But he would very much have rather had some mead to go with the food. Any food can be palatable with a bit of alcohol and yet -- none seems to be able to be found.

Ubbe eventually finds a seat, studying those that seem to be looking upon newer residents with some disdain and judgment. He doesn't care to know what they're saying but they receive glares and a snort of disdain from him all the same.

"You would think if they were to be rude they could at least spare something good to drink."

( B. Wildcard )

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[unknownmoirai]

She didn't know what to make of the odd welcome. The food was cold and bland but it didn't bother her. She was accustom to having very little and very comfortable with having only as much as she needed to survive. After eating, she fetched herself a bit of water and moved through the crowds.

Looks, that she didn't understand, and hushed whispers filled her ear with its immutable nonsense. It was rude to over hear and despite her uneasiness she tried not to listen in. Eventually she sat and watched people coming and going, receiving the same stares from many different people.

She was overly focused on those whispers and almost didn't notice Ubbe appearing next to her. She had seen his memory and heard his voice but this was the first time she was truly seeing him. Her eyes turned towards him, the usual gray tinted with more blue like the clearing sky after a storm, and she felt her mouth shape into a frown.

"Is that what this is?" Her tone was light, warm, thoughtful and likely familiar. "I wonder what's changed." It was odd though she didn't think that she could find the answer to her questions. "Can you not still purchase alcohol? We are given money." Which still confused her.

Rhys | TFTBL | OTA

[10milliondollars]

A: An Unwelcoming Welcome Party

His first welcome party in the Sphere had been very enjoyable. Most everyone had seemed happy to have new inhabitants, food and drink were plenty, and there was lively music all around. This current "party" seemed like a cheap knock-off. Definitely beneath him. Still, mingling with others is a good way to investigate things.

And now that Dumpy's voice modulator was fixed, he could use the bot to listen in on conversations.

As it is, he's currently hiding behind a stack of crates, with Dumpy hovering along near a couple of long-time citizens. He has his EchoEye lit and seems to be intently focused on the mid-distance. He can clearly hear the conversation taking place, though to anyone who happens to be passing by, he'll simply seem as though he's crouching and possibly in pain. His concentration face isn't a good look.

B: What Was Lost Can Be Found

With merchant stalls driving their prices up and having sudden "shortages", Rhys decides to investigate the old domes to see what he can find. Priorities on his list are decent food, scrap metal, and anything he could use to rig up robotics. He has Dumpy out with him, floating ahead a bit to scout.

One dome in particular seems to have an abundance of scrap metal. He slips in, surveying over everything. Plenty of metal to build a pair of legs. It'll take him a few trips to get everything back to his own dome. Among the rubble, though, he does find a pistol with a full round in it. It even has a holster to clip to his belt, which he does hastily. Maybe no one will notice?

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rhus (warrior of light oc) | final fantasy xiv | ota

[verstoned]

a: unwelcoming welcome party/there's some but not for you

"Hrrrm." That? That is the sound of a Miqo'te considering the state of the world around him, the mouthpiece of his small, thin silver pipe pressed against his lower lip. He's watching the dome devolve into rather passive-aggressive insanity around him, perched against the open door of his clinic. His tail has wound itself around one leg, and even if he seems aloof... Rhus is tense. Ready for a fight to break out at any moment.

But when he sees someone, a stranger, a newcomer evidently from the comments of the merchants about, being pushed about he moves to break the scuffle up. He may be a short man, but has no issue with pushing the other people around, growling with his tail bristling to scare them away.

Only then does he turn to the newcomer.

"They roughed you up some, eh?" Rhus beckons for the newcomer to come closer. "Any injuries?"

b: what was lost can be found

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Because Rhus has a rather healthy one, if his network username is anything to go by. "Adventurer", indeed.

The Miqo'te scampers up through fallen furniture and other assorted debris, tail bobbing behind him, carrying an enthusiasm that would have been unusual on another person who's just gotten high. Much like Rhus himself, with the fragrant smoke lingering about him and the slight glassiness of his gaze. High indeed, but still up for a spot of journeying no matter his current state.

"'S no danger to be had here-- unless you take issue with the amount of dust about."

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Gyda Ragnarsdottir (CRAU) | vikings | OTA

[like_quicksilver]

Some, but not for you: OTA
At first, Gyda didn't take much stock in the quality of food and other shortages. Such things happened and even in Riverview there was a risk of supplies not coming in. All they had to do was ride it out.

After awhile though, she noticed this wasn't entirely the case; lingering around some of the stalls, pretending to look around at the lackluster wares, she noted that some of those shopping around would get better items-pulled from under the table or behind the wall.

She notes and records the item for later. If there's something larger going on, she'd want evidence for later on.

As she does this, she notices someone arguing with a stall keeper and goes over to them. "I wouldn't bother. Their stock's shabby and not worth whatever they charge you."

Vikings Dome: Ivar and Ubbe and any visitors

The past few mornings, Gyda couldn't help but notice that the employees charged with cleaning and cooking were slacking in their jobs. Had she been isolated and not paying attention, she would've thought they were just trying to make due with lack of supplies, but she knew better-she had evidence. They could easily get better supplies, but for reasons she couldn't explain, they were being selfish with it. They weren't even slaves, they were paid employees, it was their job to be hospitable.

She fired them that morning. If they weren't happy about their job and slacking as they were, they were free to leave if they were that unhappy. She could cook better than what they were providing, even without the special ingredients. She might've been a princess, but she grew up on a farm and knew how to provide for her family, even if she was young.

Soon as they left, Gyda put an apron over her clothes and started making a breakfast casserole with the dried biscuits, veggie sausage and eggs provided, using the milk to soften it up before baking it in the oven. Thanks to Riverview, she'd read a good number of cookbooks as well as stories, so it wasn't so difficult to make a recipe out of leftovers.

The noise of someone behind her pulled her from the oven just as she was setting the timer. "Breakfast will be ready in half an hour."

A little longer than it would've done, but only because she had to create something after firing the staff.

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[ragnarsson]

It was Ivar, limping into the kitchen on his high-tech braces. No matter how good he got at using them, he'd never be totally silent with them. His left leg had been broken too many times to use it as effectively as the right, so it tended to drag just a little behind the other.

"Something smells good." He'd caught the scent from down the hallway and had come to investigate where it was coming from. He knew that his little sister was a good cook. Much better than he'd ever be, in any case.