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f20202020-09-15 12:53 am
- allison hargreeves ⧓ krakoa,
- anders ⧒ the white tower,
- beckett mariner ⧓ twin cities,
- cecelia ardenbury ⧓ olin vale,
- count dooku ⧓ the white tower,
- david alleyne ⧓ krakoa,
- declan lynch ⧓ sanctum aurorae,
- finn onaru ⧒ the white tower,
- fuu hououji ⧓ eden,
- jin bubaigawara ⧒ twin cities,
- jonathan walsh ⧓ northwestern imperium,
- kang ⧓ seekers of the new dawn,
- kylo ren ⧓ sanctum aurorae,
- lucina ⋈ ␣,
- luther hargreeves ⧓ krakoa,
- midnighter ⧒ the white tower,
- number five hargreeves ⧓ krakoa,
- padmé amidala ⧓ luminary,
- pepper potts ⋈ the white tower,
- rey ⧓ the white tower,
- ronan lynch ⧓ sanctum aurorae,
- rude ⧒ olin vale,
- stephen strange ⧓ the white tower,
- tony stark ⧓ the white tower,
- wei wuxian ⧓ house of m,
- wen ning ⋈ house of m,
- xue yang ⧓ sanctum aurorae
SEPTEMBER 14TH, 2020: THE SYNOD IS CONVENING.
THE SYNOD
While the Gates are the simplest form of transportation, those making the journey to the Synod from the White Tower have the option of travelling by train, if they wish. Despite the playfully grim moniker, there haven't been any recorded fatalities on board the Death Train in many years. Or ever, really. Raw, untamed entropy doesn't do anything as simple as kill.
For that delightful reason, passengers will be reminded at frequent intervals not to attempt to leave the train once it enters the active zone of the Porter's defenses, or to do anything that could jeopardise the integrity of its shielding.
The journey is relatively comfortable and takes approximately two and a half hours. A limited menu of pastries and alcohol is available from the buffet car. The smallest tables seat two.
As the train passes through the entropy-saturated wasteland of the Deathdome, the view from the heavily tinted windows of each of the train's four-person cars is impossible to comprehend: every atom of the landscape is in a constant state of flux, scattered in endless possibilities across the multiverse.
WELCOME CARPET
Inside, you get the impression of three towers; no view from outside is possible. You're totally sealed inside for the week, by the same Fate-built tech that shields this place from the ravages of cosmic radiation— the train station is built into the structure, entrance tunnel hermetically sealed.
You're greeted by welcome robots, primitive little things full endless enthusiasm and covered in dents. What they lack in intelligence they make up for in persistence and durability. Each and every ImPort is assigned their own personal robutler.
Though they tend to hinder more than help.
Boop boop boop boop. They provide you with a complimentary swag bag. Inside is one (1) t-shirt, one (1) top of the line tablet (pre-loaded with this year's Agenda and a simple game app that looks suspiciously like 2048), a stress ball, personalised souvenir pen and eraser (but no pencil), and of course, a lanyard keycard for accessing the comfortably adequate accommodations provided for all attendees.
Given the week-long Synod, your room itself is a decent suite, furnished with dark colors, redolent with a smell you can't quite place. You may find yourself assigned an unexpected roommate, which may feel awkward considering you'll find arrayed on the beds, a half-dozen complimentary tickets to the spa, restaurants and the power gym, with its preternaturally durable equipment.
Robutlers constantly remind: do not attempt to leave the Porter facility or do anything to jeopardise the integrity of its shielding.
Talks and panels take place in the convention area, which feels like a miniature city within the Porter's defenses, a hive with padded audience seats, wide stages, and complete with holographic audiovisual equipment that's curiously compatible with presentation software from every city.
Here, ImPorts will present and debate various topics regarded as major concerns for all. [OOCly, players are invited to suggest topics! Scroll down; they will be added below.]
This is also something of an expo, where cities practically demonstrate— or show off their good works. From the latest hovertechnology models to demonstrations of healing powers, playful duels in the forcefield-enclosed stages to magical books that temporarily transfer skills on touch, this is the place to pretend you're showing off your cards... while playing the most important ones close to your chest.
PANELS AND DEBATES
Every night of the Synod, ImPorts gather to dine in a grand hall with a ballroom party. Each dinner is hosted by one ImPort city, gruntwork complete with robutlers-- which guarantees food safety, and complete with multiple cuisine options, cultural decor, and entertainment.
Given the range of cities represented, food options vary from greasy burgers to six courses of seafood and blue venison, and rarefied vegan fare.
When ImPorts aren't here eating, they're most often talking. Ergo, it's not uncommon for low-key drama to break out, but this year, the majority of Synod days seem to be passing uneventfully.
Fortunately, speeches are reserved for daytime. After dinner, it's time to dance.
The last song of the night is always obscure music no one can quite remember the words or melody to afterward. It's a slow dance song meant for two or more partners; the ballroom grows dark and the world seems to fade away. Or rather, it just fades back into one's hotel room.
On Monday, September 21st, shortly before the Gates are due to resume ordinary function and allow attendees to leave, the Porter building suffers a power cut.
Abruptly, all the lights cut out. Music stops. Your faithful robutler freezes in place, unresponsive— though its internal systems appear to be running, the centralised command hub that it relies on has fallen silent.
Though the robutlers are out of comission, technology-minded ImPorts and their tech drones hasten to reassure that systems analyses are underway. Within a few hours, repairs begin, the estimated time being two days.
In the meantime, thanks to the diversity of powers on hand, there is enough food and water. Candles start to circulate. It might even be a little romantic, if it weren't for the chaos outside. Characters might find themselves trapped in an elevator for a few hours, or compelled to seek comfort from one another.
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It would do me no end of pleasure, my friend, to serve as your dance partner. Come, let’s put you through your paces.
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I'm glad. It has been a while since I last danced -
Do you want to lead? [ Rimuru is fine with whatever role, honestly ]
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I’m taller. Will be easier for me to lead. Forgive me for asking, but can the wings maybe be reconsidered? They make it difficult to hold you properly.
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So- how has your week been? [ they can talk while they dance, naturally ]
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Not the greatest. Met the head of the Vale. Charming woman. Still wish we could find other help. What Krakoa needs is another gate. Something to connect us to a second island. Give us space to grow.
[Which will never be possible with White Tower against them.]
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Growing will be difficult. But I think everything is very difficult right now. [ the slime tilts his head to the side, looking around for a moment ] The question is, are people willing to make it even more so? I think some are.
[ he can't help being positive, this is part of his nature ] The synod is good for that, isn't it?, to see who is willing to go a bit further. Is the head of the Vale willing?
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The bigger problem is whether people would like to see Krakoa crash and burn. That’s the main reason to deny a gate if the request is posed to the synod. But...
[David sighs. HE doesn’t know of the leader of the Vale. She seemed more willing to be hostile if it came to protecting her people.]
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Still - ] I don't think there are people actively trying to watch us burn. [ they are an island with children after all ] But it's normal to be wary, we all are. And we all are worried about our own factions, I can't blame them for it.
But we can try, right? We have a whole week for that! [ rimuru smiles wide ] I will do my best too. After all, I'm very cute.
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[Could be seen as an army in waiting. That's what people who want to see shadows to jump at will get to.]
Politics suck. I hate them.
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It was a bit unfair of me, though. I let you all do that part while I just stood on the island. [ rimuru is a magical being who for a long time wanted to pretend the world outside didn't exist. ]
I will do my best now. I'm not human, so it should be easy for me to talk to non humans from other faction. [ Rimuru likes humans. But he is very well aware non-humans like to stay together too. ]
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[Jane to live with the Vow. Allison to administer it. Josh to live with the Underground. Lots of things. But he thinks they need Rim now. And so this is what is asked of Rim.
Sometimes it was like David was the only one who didn't balk at things. Truth was, he just never showed it.]
We will all thank you if you do.
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Also. I ate my robutler. [ in his defense, the thing was really annoying]
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Rim, you need to release the thing. They may be annoying but they ARE to be respected!
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It's in baby jail. I'm not going to dissolve it. [ maybe ] I feel like there are some serious privacy breaches happening if I allow it to stalk me like that.
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[Rim, please, it's not good to steal the thing. I need to be in this place to survive.]
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Rimuru is still pouting but eventually sighs. He stops dancing, and part of his body turns into the usual blue-ish slime, and then the robutler gets literally spat out.
It's still holding the Swag Bag that Rimuru gave back once he had the tablet and the lanyard keycard (and then he swallowed it). ]
It's creepy. [ SAYS THE SLIME WHO JUST SPAT OUT A ROBOT FROM INSIDE OF HIS BODY ]
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[David sends a dismissive thought to think thing, ready to shoo it away from the dance floor as he quickly sweeps Rimuru away.]
THere are other ways to restrain them. I prefer tying mine to the bed.
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Plus, I think the robutler makes a terrible roommate, no?
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