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midpointsaloon2020-05-08 08:33 pm
midpointmods) wrote in midpointsaloon2020-05-08 08:33 pm
Welcome To Your Life (Jailbreak Mingle)
You find yourself in jail. An old-fashioned, dusty jail: three cells wide, six foot to a side and below ground level, judging from the tiny barred window half a foot from the ceiling, that looks out onto a flat expanse. Shimmering heat waves are already starting to form, the sun already burning hot, but your cell is comfortably cool and dry.
And empty. The only things in your cell are a sturdy plank bench, chained to the wall like a hammock, a solid-looking pillow and a hairy blanket sitting thereon. Any items you might have had on your person are sitting on the wall opposite your cell, nearly four feet away from the iron bars holding you: propped up on wooden shelves, hanging from thick metal hooks, or sitting on the floor if the item is particularly large.
Outside the occasional jangle of leather and metal, and the occasional chuffing breigh suggests that there must be horses outside, but otherwise the area is silent. Before too long, though, there's the sound of footsteps and jangling keys echoing from upstairs, getting louder and clearer as someone makes their way down to you...
I. Sooey Jail
The view from the windows drops off quite suddenly, about a mile past the bare scrubland bushes and occasional screeching roadrunner. In the distance, a plume of smoke is the only sign of a freight train rushing along its tracks, until the faint echo of its whistle hits the ear. While Inara Serra will likely be entirely unimpressed by the lacking cell, Daylight vis Lornlit will find it's far too small for him. Bucky Barnes is near silent as he dismounts outside.
II. Southern Point
The walls of the cells here are distinctly discoloured to nearly five feet high, an ugly brown with black mold growing in the cracks around the benches and corners of the room. The air is musty and damp, in sharp contrast to the hot, dry wind that blows in through the windows. Quicksword Irene will find her ever-present claymore on the wrong side of the bars, but Hajime Aikawa has company behind his - Ryo has come along, too. The sound of Fuwa tying his horse up is interrupted by a sharp yelp of annoyance.
III. Mountain Hole
The windows are cast in shade in these morning hours, which makes the cells distinctly cooler than the glimpses of clear blue sky and rolling heat waves suggest. Fully grown trees with needle-like leaves are visible outside, and the keen might just hear the echo of a chugging train. Taako will no doubt find the scene familiar; Yoda as well, if less sandy than some oft complained about; Jiro Azuma is undoubtedly the most confused here. Rocket and Groot can be heard outside, approaching and bickering.
IV. Dead Man's Doorstep
The higher the sun rises, the warmer it gets in the cells; even before midday it's unspeakably stuffy, and the hot breeze carries light waves of sand into the cells. The sound of ropes creaking, gentle and intermittent, under the strain of something heavy echoes through the cells, adding a disconcerting background noise to the already alarming context. Jo Harvelle will find sand in her hair; Sara Lance finds it everywhere else. Outside, Misty Day and Sam Wilson tie their horses together, and brace for their new teammates.
And empty. The only things in your cell are a sturdy plank bench, chained to the wall like a hammock, a solid-looking pillow and a hairy blanket sitting thereon. Any items you might have had on your person are sitting on the wall opposite your cell, nearly four feet away from the iron bars holding you: propped up on wooden shelves, hanging from thick metal hooks, or sitting on the floor if the item is particularly large.
Outside the occasional jangle of leather and metal, and the occasional chuffing breigh suggests that there must be horses outside, but otherwise the area is silent. Before too long, though, there's the sound of footsteps and jangling keys echoing from upstairs, getting louder and clearer as someone makes their way down to you...
I. Sooey Jail
The view from the windows drops off quite suddenly, about a mile past the bare scrubland bushes and occasional screeching roadrunner. In the distance, a plume of smoke is the only sign of a freight train rushing along its tracks, until the faint echo of its whistle hits the ear. While Inara Serra will likely be entirely unimpressed by the lacking cell, Daylight vis Lornlit will find it's far too small for him. Bucky Barnes is near silent as he dismounts outside.
II. Southern Point
The walls of the cells here are distinctly discoloured to nearly five feet high, an ugly brown with black mold growing in the cracks around the benches and corners of the room. The air is musty and damp, in sharp contrast to the hot, dry wind that blows in through the windows. Quicksword Irene will find her ever-present claymore on the wrong side of the bars, but Hajime Aikawa has company behind his - Ryo has come along, too. The sound of Fuwa tying his horse up is interrupted by a sharp yelp of annoyance.
III. Mountain Hole
The windows are cast in shade in these morning hours, which makes the cells distinctly cooler than the glimpses of clear blue sky and rolling heat waves suggest. Fully grown trees with needle-like leaves are visible outside, and the keen might just hear the echo of a chugging train. Taako will no doubt find the scene familiar; Yoda as well, if less sandy than some oft complained about; Jiro Azuma is undoubtedly the most confused here. Rocket and Groot can be heard outside, approaching and bickering.
IV. Dead Man's Doorstep
The higher the sun rises, the warmer it gets in the cells; even before midday it's unspeakably stuffy, and the hot breeze carries light waves of sand into the cells. The sound of ropes creaking, gentle and intermittent, under the strain of something heavy echoes through the cells, adding a disconcerting background noise to the already alarming context. Jo Harvelle will find sand in her hair; Sara Lance finds it everywhere else. Outside, Misty Day and Sam Wilson tie their horses together, and brace for their new teammates.
I. Sooey Jail.
it takes a few force restarts of his groggy processors to clear away the static in his booting optics, slowly picking up the details of his unfamiliar environment. no longer in the reception hall, he's certain, but where is he then? surely he didn’t party that hard in the afterparty of nightbreak and dialup's ceremony.
… and surely he didn’t party that hard it would warrant someone throwing him in a cell of all places. and making it a point to have him stuck in a small cell at that. jeez, talk to him if you had an issue with what he said or something. no need to go this far, mystery offended guest-or-something.
daylight presses a servo against his helm, trying to stem the steady, irritating throb that comes from force activating his systems to function before they're ready. headache later, he tells himself, answers now. ]
Fuck— Hello? Anyone there? [ might as well test the cell door, he decides. see if he can walk on out of here.
he tries to stand up properly but his sides scrape against the walls and hahaha, nope. that hurts too much for someone who feels like he's just gotten run over by a class a starship. ] If someone could give me a hand and pull me out of this cell, that would be great. I think I'm stuck. Last thing I want to do is cheese someone off and add the destruction of public property for whatever I did to get here.
[ if he doesn't get a reply in five minutes, he's so going to add destruction of public property for whatever he did to get here. paint nanites are a pain to recover. ]
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It's a brisk walk, though.]
Hey. Sorry. Was waiting for you to wake up.
[Daylight will see a broad human man in jeans, a flannel shirt rolled up to display a metal forearm and hand on the left side, a cowboy hat over long hair, and a slightly anxious expression.]
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a human. it's been a while since he's run across one. day realises it could explain why the cell he's in is way too small- the cells are meant for humans, at best. it could explain why he's nearly banging his head on the ceiling if he tries to sit up proper, oof.
day notes the slightly anxious expression on the man's face while he nods in acknowledgement. first time meeting a mechanoid or galateion? until he figures out what's going on, day tries to keep his guard up for now. ]
Thanks for the consideration, mister. Would it be too much to ask for the basic who, what, where, and why? Because unless this is a weird cowboy-themed prank Nightbreak is pulling, I'm not supposed to be here.
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Straight to business, then, with no happy (or sad) reunion. Was this how Sam felt? (Probably not, Sam apparently didn't like you much. Yeah. He's probably okay.) Stuff it all down, Soldat, deal with it later.]
No, not a prank. Or not that kind of prank. You're in a game. A really shitty one that you can't choose to leave. We get missions, teams. You're on my team, this round.
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Right. Stuck in a game of some sort and we... got to look good for someone's entertainment, right?
[ day has an idea of how this goes, possibly. he wasn't directly involved with the incident that comes in mind - that was nightbreak and emer, he thinks with a pang of homesickness for them. - but he thinks he has the gist of it.
when he's allowed out of his cell, day wastes no time in standing up to his full height, doing stretches to loosen up his aching struts. ]
Alright- Are there any details or rules I should know about? No killing or backstabbing or anything of that sort? [ if he's going to get clubbed over and dragged into a race of some sort, he might as well get back on his feet and start running. ]
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You can if you really want to.
[Soldat did once. For good reason, but still.]
It'll get you punished by the game makers, though. The rules otherwise change each round. There's a briefing upstairs.
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address the 'get the basics of what the heck i got dragged into' situation first, then address 'get outside and hopefully not feel cramped' situation after. ]
A briefing sounds good. Last thing I want to do is be dead weight to you and the others. [ if he's going to work with the guy and the rest as teammates, it doesn't hurt to make an effort to show he's going to cooperate for the mission/game/whatever this thing is called here.
he's about to suggest they go up but he pauses for a second, considering his words now that a thought comes to mind. ] You've been doing this for a while, right? Any advice I should keep in mind?
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[Jesus. They already know so much about him, and yet at the same time so little. How much has he changed since the point Soldat knew him? Is he even really the same person? They'll have to get to know him all over again....
Soldat shakes their head a little at the question.]
Probably more things than I can explain right now. Just. Know that we all come back from dying, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you if I can help it.
[(Nice, let's go ahead and tell him we're over-invested before he even knows what to call us. Shut up, Sarge.)]
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but focus day-)
after looking a little thrown off by the guy's promise, he manages to crack a smile at the end and he flashes a thumbs up. he won't lie: it's nice someone is going to look out for him in this strange new world(?) that he's going to be stuck in for the time being. ]
Thanks, buddy. I got your back as well. I'm new to all of this- [ he waves a servo at their general surroundings, emphasising his point. ] -stuff but I'll do my best to make sure nothing happens to you or our other teammate too.
Oh- Shit-! [ he smacks his helm, realising something way too late ] Right! Introductions. Fuck, my processors went through the wringer... Anyways, I'm Day! Daylight, really, but I rather you call me Day. I prefer it that.
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Day. Okay. I'd say nice to meet you. But we're in a creepy game and can't really get out. So.
[Soldat shrugs helplessly.]
Come on, let's get you upstairs and outside, where there's more room. You don't. Do you sunburn?
[Clearly none of the standard supplies are going to fit him. Maybe a hat. Soldat isn't even sure he'll fit on his horse, even if said horse is bigger than Soldat's, and Soldat's is big.]
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day smiles at the attempt of a welcome, happy someone is giving him a heads up of what the heck is going on. a lot better than what nightbreak and emer went through during their weird adventure, that's for sure.
he makes a so and so gesture with his servo at the question, following the new guy when they begin to make their way up and out. ] I can't sunburn but my internals can overheat if I hang out of a place for too long. Never got my father's adaptive systems nor my mother's acclimation program.
[ 'father' and 'mother' sounds... oddly clinical coming from daylight. even he recognises and winches, trying to readjust his views of his parents in the wake of what happened. ]
It sucks but I should be fine? The weather kind of reminds me of my old hometown.
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Anyway. No comment is made on the parent situation.]
I'll get you a hat anyway. Just in case. Your things would be on the shelves there, if you came with any, and there's general supply upstairs.
[Soldat leads the way up the stairs. Inara is still outside with the horses, so it's empty in the upper room.]
There's a mission briefing on the table if you'd like to read it over.