WEEK 4: MINGLE (OVERFLOW)

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WEEK 4     35 CREW ACTIVE

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury.

 

 

WELCOME TO STATION RODIN
( PREVIOUS POST )

With the heavy mood of the previous week still hanging over the CSS Eudora, it might be difficult to move on with business as usual, and that's okay. Loss is a completely natural part of life, and grief is always close behind. However, a few hours into a routine morning aboard the Eudora, a gentle tone fills the air, reverberating off of the walls of the Eudora herself. A synthetic voice fills the halls not long after: Entering planet atmosphere, gravity tethers engaging. Stabilizing descension rate. Stabilizing... stabilization complete.

Your fourth dropoff doesn't actually look like a planet so much as an enormous layer cake of a station floating in space: Station Rodin. The observation deck allows everyone to watch as the brilliantly lit station glimmers, full of life and decadence. It's as though the Eudora is flying over gemstone with how the buildings reveal its swollen, cargo-laden belly of the ship in its reflective surfaces. Music filters through the air, as though its part of Station Rodin's artificial atmosphere itself.

A message from the address seniorcrew@eudora.net pings you in the middle of whatever it is you happen to be doing at 1200 hours. If you're still somehow sleeping, that ping is definitely loud enough to cut through your sweetest dreams and to rouse you from sleep. There is no way to reply to it, so suffer as it opens itself up and reads:

ATTENTION JUNIOR CREW!

As of 0600 this morning there have been varied reports of uncomfortably accelerated heartrates as well as the occasional spike in temperatures across the crew. After multiple examinations and careful monitoring, we have come to the conclusion that these are likely just minor symptoms of... a vacation. A working one. You've earned it. - Senior Crew

Following the ping is a notification coming from your I.R.I.S. indicating that there are a few new locations that have unlocked aboard the CSS Eudora and the enrichment concourse. If you have any questions or concerns, you'll find that your Senior Crew is available to take your meeting requests. Their callsigns are lit up at the bottom of your contacts list so text away.

With a new week, comes a new change of scenery. Characters will find a few supplies already in their locker to help in navigating the planet itself:

🌌 Complimentary reservations to eat and indulge at The Cake Factory all week, no need to spend your stipend there.
🌌 A sleek VR headset that currently is inactive, but labeled with your name and designation on the back.
🌌 A keycard to your very own suite at Station Rodin’s hotel: Aphrodite Terra. Every member of the Eudora will have their own suite, which they may allow others inside of if they so wish. If you lose your keycard, it will find its way back to you by beaning itself into the back of your head.

Hello, Junior Crew, and welcome to your week 4 mingle! Here are a few things to get you started:

⚠️ Upon waking this week, you'll find yourselves feeling a little strange. You’ve all been here for four, long weeks after all, so why not start getting cozier? This week, you can't help but find yourself in need of affection from one another, ranging from simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, to hands intertwining, to whatever your business entails. To get to the point, the affliction of the week revolves around affection, be that physical or even verbal—use your favorite love language! Without affection, you just may find yourself in a rather sticky situation, bodily stuck to any crew member at random by force until you give in to showing just a little bit of affection.

🪐 Pick up some supplies. Head on over to Scrap's Surplus Store or visit Omega Mart for a fun little freebie.
🪐 Audiences are open. Please submit all audience requests for the week under the proper header here.
🪐 The HER-MES System is online. Send a message out into deep space here.
🪐 Murder proposals are open. Please submit all proposals (and counter proposals) here by Tuesday, per the times on the post.
🪐 Don't forget your CYOAs. Please head over to Missions to sign up for a variety of CYOAs or to run one of your own.
🪐 Please turn in your PCs for the week. Submit your links under the proper header here.

A HAPPY LITTLE PITSTOP

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Comments

[inequals]

[ Well for the record someone showed up fashionably late and she has been bidding for nonsense.

And sure. Her pants are the ASSet pants now. This is now a game of NIKKE.

Anyway you, can A: find her turning over her axe which is now malleable and more like a giant violently-shaped paintbrush with amusement. ]

Wow, this is either going to go great or suuuper badly.

[ Or B, you can actually be the receiver of a paintbrush axe-throw. Get fkt. It doesn't hurt at axe-throw level because it's a paintbrush now but like, get painted on idiod. ]

[verminous]

Can't go that bad, right?

[hi. of course he's here, lantern ego'd out; his treelike arm is made more of paint, though, and the fairy lure is bright rainbow colors.]

[inequals]

I'll be as serious about winning as Callie wants me to, and we're always serious.

[ She pokes and prods his Lantern arm though. ]

Whoa, that's sooo weird. Lantern, huh?

[verminous]

Yeah, but altered for this game, it looks like.

Sort of neat, isn't it?

[inequals]

Pretty neat. I don't even know how they got a hold of E.G.Os but I'll take it, honestly!

[ She shows him her weird distorted paintbrush axe, which... upon closer view, isn't actually her axe -- it looks like a giant bird leg, but instead of spikes of ice, it's paint-covered feathery down. ]

Or maybe it's just a huuuge coincidence, since they don't even work.

[verminous]

Could be. No real telling-- but, uh. Makes for a pretty interesting date.

[lmao.]

-oop, watch it--

[using his arm to deflect a few incoming paintballs. not today.]

[inequals]

Wins all around! I'll take it.

Let's do this the good old-fashioned way -- a month is a long time to take a break, right?

If you cover me, I'll attack -- and vice versa. Let's win this Tessaract.

[otsillac]

[ Dodges the paintbrush axe-throw! While looking very graceful, high poly ass but low poly everything else. ]

[inequals]

[ Does girl math.

Technically... that's probably not Callisto... however...

The idea of blasting Callisto with paint... is serotonin...

So she swaps to her secondary, which is a weird-looking thing -- it almost looks like a giant bird leg, but it's also been transformed into a semi-paintbrush sort of deal rather than anything solid. ]

You're going down!

[ And flinging a dollop of paint off of it at low-poly Callisto. ]

[otsillac]

[ They barrel roll to hide behind a pillar obstacle for cover from the incoming paint, reloading, but that obstacle zooms away to unveil them...

They're HD, but ass is still juicy. ]

What do you think you're doing?!

[inequals]

I'm playing the game! And since it looks like enemies look like allies and allies look like enemies, I figure the only way I can be sure I won't get taken out is to just take out everyone instead, right?

I'll pay everyone back in house wins and steaks later!

[ Therefore, all will be forgiven! Your juicy ass won't save you from ego-death. More paint is being flung your way. ]

[otsillac]

That's not how you play a team game!!

[ They're going to keep hiding behind obstacles, but eventually they get knocked into the air by one. They will take this opportunity to shoot a couple of paint balls at her, even though this was definitely a fluke. ]

[inequals]

The important thing about a team game is, if at least one person comes out of it, then we all win! So c'mon!

[ TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM(???), as she dodges a few, gets scraped by a few other of these shots. Watch out, because she is just going to

throw this axe at them

(it's a paintbrush rn and is more just splattering paint in an arc, but this doesn't change that it's coming their way, spining.) ]

[baebladie]

[ One moment there was a normal auction where formal attire is warranted and now everything appears to be embroiled in chaos, and whatnot.

Paintball isn't exactly his thing, but if he's going to get caught up in it, then it isn't like he won't take action. Catching the differences her axe holds gets him to look right across. Cat ears are thankfully just for show. ]

...And you have no confidence that there would be a greater chance of the former?

[ Which he doubts, she isn't that type of person. ]

[inequals]

[ Blade this is just your usual outfit but in a suit format I'm losing it. He looks great.

Rodya is already covered in virtual paint. You can't just say there's cat ears. ]

Hope for the former but be ready for the latter -- that's the way to go, don't you think?

[baebladie]

[ I'd put in 'he tries his best' but that isn't exactly true here, just incidentally (thank his associates for that) ...still, glad someone can appreciate his look.

Help, he totally isn't covered in paint as of yet (but he has cat ears, so maybe they'll be hidden when he is.) ]

So that you're not disappointed, hm?

[inequals]

[ The cat ears.............. she's looking. ]

Sure, yeah. Who wants to be disappointed?

Anyway, ready to win?

[ It's kiiinda combat. It's not, but it also kinda is. And she can usually trust to have a good time with Blade. ]

[baebladie]

...There's no other choice. It's time to finish them.

[ At least, considering what's right in front of them.

Though, considering how much opposition there is, there will need to be a strategy of some sort. This isn't exactly the kind of battlefield he is used to, so there will be hiccups, but...it's fine.

He will immediately just run in and start a paint-attack on somebody who seems to not be paying attention, or otherwise preoccupied, or something like that with a slash that sends paint instead. ]

[inequals]

[ She snorts at this because this is so funny. By all means it looks like Blade is full-on ready to murder someone, especially with a pre-game one-liner like that before he dashes in. He is the funniest person on this ship, Rodion is basically certain of it. ]

Good work, but don't leave me out of it!

[ She'll join, and she can't say much better when her preferred method of combat is an axe throw, flinging that thing -- and as it spins, it just throws out splatters of paint everywhere in its arc like the blade is just spawning virtual droplets in a radius. Get painted, randos!! ]

[mansplains]

Team up?

[ he has a sword inexplicably paintbrush shaped as well ]

[inequals]

Sure, if you can keep up with me!

[ It occurs to her she's never seen Guy in action, so let's go! Paintbrush buddies! ]

[mansplains]

Shall we, then?

[ battle theme plays ]

[inequals]

[ Wow, where is that coming from. ]

If you can keep up, yeah!

[ She says, immediately starting it off great with an axe throw that leaves paintsplatters in an arc in its wake! AOE, baby! ]

[mansplains]

Try me!

[ slashing through a swath of enemies (???) with splatoon paint attacks. he's pretty good ]

[inequals]

You're not half-bad at it. What's your day job again?

[ Some casual conversation while paintballing? No problem. ]