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midpointsaloon2020-06-14 12:52 am
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What's up Chicken Little (Midpoint mingle)
PLAYERS: Everyone!
LOCATION: Midpoint, and the Lucky Break for a precious few
GOAL: Wind down and gear up for next round
WARNINGS: None
OTHER: Have fun!
Ten people wake up in the morning to find notes on their bedside tables, coffee tables in the suite, next to their bathroom basin, or even on their pillow next to their face. One wakes up in a cool jail cell with sand, dust, and the distant whistle of a steam engine for her alarm.
For Soldat and Jo, the note reads: Round 86 begins in three days. Your briefing will be delivered tomorrow morning by Nicholas St. North. Be prepared.
Taako, Hajime, and Yoda, get a similar one: Round 86 begins in three days. Your briefing will be delivered tomorrow evening by Nicholas St. North. Be prepared.
For the rest - Fuwa, Inara, Sara, Irene, and Misty, the note reads: Round 87 begins in three days. Please pick up your final teammate and your briefing from The Lucky Break.
North has no information for anyone just yet, but for half the players active this round, there’s nothing to do but loaf around town waiting, and trying to casually suss out who might be on their team and who they have to fight, until the next day when they get their instructions. This has happened before, older players will assure them: if there’s no new players, sometimes they don’t make you trek all the way out to the jails for your briefings.
For the other half of the active players, there’s a new teammate and information to pick up. Who wants to make the trek and crowd into the small jail to free them?
And of course, there’s the expected couple days of chatter as every player, active or not, crowds into the saloon to see who’s getting sent out this month and who isn’t. North has plenty of food for everyone, as usual; there’s a series of shows playing all day at the theater (which turns out to be the Adam West Batman); and everything makes merry the best they can, up to the time people have to leave to get to work entertaining the masses. Good times, right?
LOCATION: Midpoint, and the Lucky Break for a precious few
GOAL: Wind down and gear up for next round
WARNINGS: None
OTHER: Have fun!
Ten people wake up in the morning to find notes on their bedside tables, coffee tables in the suite, next to their bathroom basin, or even on their pillow next to their face. One wakes up in a cool jail cell with sand, dust, and the distant whistle of a steam engine for her alarm.
For Soldat and Jo, the note reads: Round 86 begins in three days. Your briefing will be delivered tomorrow morning by Nicholas St. North. Be prepared.
Taako, Hajime, and Yoda, get a similar one: Round 86 begins in three days. Your briefing will be delivered tomorrow evening by Nicholas St. North. Be prepared.
For the rest - Fuwa, Inara, Sara, Irene, and Misty, the note reads: Round 87 begins in three days. Please pick up your final teammate and your briefing from The Lucky Break.
North has no information for anyone just yet, but for half the players active this round, there’s nothing to do but loaf around town waiting, and trying to casually suss out who might be on their team and who they have to fight, until the next day when they get their instructions. This has happened before, older players will assure them: if there’s no new players, sometimes they don’t make you trek all the way out to the jails for your briefings.
For the other half of the active players, there’s a new teammate and information to pick up. Who wants to make the trek and crowd into the small jail to free them?
And of course, there’s the expected couple days of chatter as every player, active or not, crowds into the saloon to see who’s getting sent out this month and who isn’t. North has plenty of food for everyone, as usual; there’s a series of shows playing all day at the theater (which turns out to be the Adam West Batman); and everything makes merry the best they can, up to the time people have to leave to get to work entertaining the masses. Good times, right?

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He steps into the cell area, and the first thing he spots is the familiar weapon and Progrise keys sitting on the shelves next to the exit - and stops, and stares at them. No way...
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After a half-second's mental calculus, she still unlocks the cell, pulling the door open and stepping back to give the other woman room to exit. "Wish I could say we're setting you free, but as my teammate might have implied, all three of us have been conscripted."
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Before his face wrinkles into a snarl, and he spits out, "I'm sure she'll do fine. She's been working for a right bastard with no complaint for ages now."
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"Did you forget that you're not the only one with a chip? You weren't the only one he gave migraines to any time you stepped near the line." ... Admittedly, she should have crossed the line long before she did, but... "It's not as if he'll ever work with me again. I'm surprised you didn't take pictures of me punching him."
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Turns, but doesn't intercede, just leans up against the bars of the empty cell, crossing her arms over her chest. Whatever this is - and she winces a little, brow furrowing slightly in concern at the mention of a chip - better to let them have it out now, while there isn't danger to be distracted from, or something that requires cooperation.
If it turns violent, or if it gets truly ugly, she'll step in - but for now, she's willing to be a fly on the wall until they remember there's an audience.
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He steps back, lifting an arm to pointedly rap his knuckles on the shelf where her meager belongings are being kept. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I said I'm never going to listen to a word you say." Not until she sorts out what the hell she wants for herself.
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Yelling isn't going to help anything. Yua lets out a slow breath, refusing to let the anger rise any further. "... I told you. I don't have a dream. But I do have my beliefs and my pride as an engineer. I didn't go into this field to create technology to kill. There's no point in technology if it doesn't help people. It..."
She swallows hard - it really is dry here. And this is painful to say anyway, but he's clearly going to be an ass about it. "You... were right. Both of you. All of you." Izu and Aruto included. She steps over and grabs her Shotriser and Progrise keys, holding the barrel of the 'gun' downwards, away from everyone in the room. "I didn't work on these to do with them what... he wanted me to do. ... And it's not like he didn't send people after me, anyway." Shit. She can feel her eyes starting to mist, her chest hurting again from the sting of being thrown in trash by someone and the anger over her own weakness. She bows her head a bit, her ponytail flopping over her shoulder.
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"...I don't know what the hell you're talking about," he says, quieter now that she's so close, but not pretending to hide the coldness in his tone. He's not stupid, he just... literally does not remember her ever saying something like this. And he's never seen her cry before.
"You can prove you've changed by not being a damn burden here. There's no ZAIA to make you block my path" - he takes half a step forward as he says it, menacing over the slight woman - "or to stop me from destroying you if you screw this up."
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"Unless you're doing something horrific, I don't intend on it. ... And I don't have a Raidriser anymore, so you'd have far less of an issue with that." She's seen Fuwa when he's pushed to the limit. Lately? Even though she's smart and fast, she's also not willing to bet on a win, even if she were a gambler.
"Now are either of you going to tell me why I was in a jail cell and what you meant by 'conscripted', or did you only come here to threaten me?"
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"Don't let the set dressing fool you - whoever's responsible for this, they have the tech to yank us all from different times, different planets. As for the jail cell..." She rolls one shoulder in a shrug. "It's a useful psychological tool, and it probably tickles that gold rush fetish."
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"The sadist games are a series of competitive rounds," he picks up reluctantly where Sara ends. "Normally it's two sets of two teams competing over opposing goals, usually involving murder of some kind - because they also have the technology to bring us back from the dead, apparently." He can address his own interactions with it later. "You got lucky - we don't have an opposing team, which means we don't have to try and kill anyone these coming weeks. We," he says, pulling the file back out and passing it to Sara, "are herding cattle."
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But Fuwa is too blunt to lie.
"From the - and you've seen them do this?" 'Coming back from the dead' is a bold claim for anyone to make. "... You're - no, you're not joking. Herding cattle? Why? And how do they expect people who haven't had any of that kind of experience to do that?"
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Which leaves one massive, glaring question: what's the catch?
"Ever watch a reality show?" she asks. "The point's the same as it is when one of those runs some guy who's spent twenty years in an office chair through an obstacle course that'd be tough for a professional athlete. No one expects us to succeed, they expect to laugh when we fail. The possibility that we might succeed and win some beer money is just the carrot they're using to keep us from sitting down and refusing to move from the starting line."
Having neither experienced it herself nor gotten a firsthand account from anyone else, she'll let Fuwa cover the stick part of that analogy.
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"And if you want to protest it by sitting out and doing nothing, they'll punish you. Maybe the entire team if they're feeling particularly shitty about it. Everyone calls it 'Bad Jail'," and maybe there's a slight wrinkle of his mouth that could either be a smile or a grimace, "But it's actually some kind of hell. No one remembers much about it except that it hurts enough to make even the hardest people want to play along, for the most part."
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She's just going to try to ignore thinking about what Fuwa just said for a minute. "Then... it's a matter of biding our time until we can collect the resources to fight back against whatever they throw at us."
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She glances around the dusty cells with a slight grimace.
"And on that note, why don't we blow this joint? I don't know about either of you, but I'm always more comfortable where I can at least pretend the walls don't have ears."
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...or that other small fact. "I hope you know how to ride a horse, Yaiba."
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A horse? A horse, why wouldn't it be a horse... "I'm a fast learner." And if all else fails, she can probably just transform and run alongside them.
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