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Guts ([personal profile] garmr) wrote in [community profile] goneawayworld2020-09-27 02:33 am

Keeping Watch

Who: Everyone who signed up + YOU?
What: Guard Duty
Where: Infirmary and Living Quarters
When: Soon after Setsuna and Tenten were attacked; this will last the duration of the murderplot
Warnings/Notes: References to the attack and its aftermath.


ROSTER + MISSION DETAILS
Get a partner, pick a location/task, and go to town. This is a catch-all log for your nightwatch and general guarding activities.
 

WORD-OF-MOUTH
Guts would have come to each volunteer in person to give them the lowdown (details are in the link above) , feel free to handwave that as needed. He'll be used to keeping track of these kinds of things, but won't have anything written down. So no typed out instructions or schedule from him. He will give a talk in person to let them know when their turn is and a heads up for upcoming shifts. Volunteers will be directed to get the next person in line once their shift is up. The rest will be up to them. 


WEIRD EVENT RNG
Some optional Odd Events to encounter in the middle of shifts, either as starters or mid-thread interruptions. Feel free to just pick one, use the RNG, or go with your own prompt.

1. MECHANICAL QUIRKS
Misfired fire alarms, ritual chattering, weird noises and smells in the vents. If you're unlucky, an oily fluid finds itself leaking right on your head. The Rig never fails to remind the New Hires of its eccentric, creaky charms.

2. REMNANTS
A skittish swarm of paperclips, a rowdy pair of staplers, a disembodied shadow-hand pulling itself accross the floor as it leaks printer ink. These are the hidden survivors of Stuff storms from the past, eking out a secret existence in the crevices of the Rig.

3. IT CLEANS WHILE YOU SLEEP
Something tiny dutifully rolls itself through the halls of the Rig. As it gets closer and closer, it reveals itself to be the round body of a rudimentary cleaning robot. It is awfully similar to a roomba. You might find one with googly eyes on it, or perhaps decorated with 37 pieces of Jorgmund Flair. A pair of bots might be found bumping into each other with plastic butter knives. A valiant fight to the death, for sure. It certainly explains the modicum of cleanliness on some parts of the floor.

4. LIVING GOO
That old chicken stew or lump of oatmeal from the Mess Hall looked nasty enough before it started slithering around of it's own accord. The tiny, rubbery gelatin that escaped the R&D lab only looks marginally less unpleasant to deal with - though it may not neccesarily be aggressive so much as incredibly springy.

5. GHOSTS
Distant Voices. Vague figures. Hollow wisps of Jorgmund's past employees that got chewed up and spat out by monsters. Their mutterings are more intelligible than the usual mechanical chattering in the vents. An astute observer may be able to differentiate the individuals - that one an engineer, a soldier, a member of their special ops. They wander the hall, continuing to live their unlife intangible and ignorant of any of the living people around them.
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B! >:3c

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-09-28 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday hadn't come in to wake Guts up. Just the opposite, in fact. She's religious about grabbing rest when she can, like a good soldier, and she knows he hasn't been getting nearly enough. Which is why the look on her face when she sees him wedged into a corner behind the bunk like a broom is equal parts relief and exasperation.

"Fuckin' hell, man, you're not gonna be in your twenties forever," she mutters, and takes the thin pillow and blanket from his bed. The she climbs the bunk frame and starts delicately tucking the cushion behind his head, and the blanket around his shoulders.

"You could at least lie down and get a proper rest," she's grousing to herself when she notices he's woken up.
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Re: >:0 !!!!!!

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-09-28 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
"The hell you did." She calls him out cheerfully after a moment's hesitation, and drops back down to the floor. "You don't sleep enough and that's a fact. You're not the only fighter here, you don't do your buddies any favors not taking care of yourself."

For a moment she glares, arms crossed, and then her face softens. "At least lie down and close your eyes for a bit. You're not gonna get jumped if I'm here, right?"
bothbarrels: (T: I won't be long)

OTA

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-28 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
North has had many years by now to get used to this; Theta can't seem to rest, and North has to find a loop to walk in order to lull him to sleep. So he exits his room, expecting things to be quiet and calm.

The environment he finds when he leaves his room is not particularly that.

North's good at pretending things are just fine, though, and at making it out like the things and people around them are meant to be entertaining.

The cleaning robots he runs across first, for example. Theta whoops in excitement, seeing them preparing to fight, and North stops to watch.

"Do you think they have AIs in them?" Theta immediately says.

"I don't know," North replies. "You think you'd want to be stuck sweeping carpets all day, Theta?"

"Not really," Theta admits.
bothbarrels: (PB: Are you kidding me?)

a.

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-28 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not often North encounters someone taller than him—only by an inch, in this case, but Guts does manage to startle him, there in the dark.

"Ready for what?" he asks after his heart rate spikes from the shock of it.

Meanwhile, Theta's hologram abruptly snaps off. Whatever light they had from him is now gone.
bothbarrels: (PB: Skeptical)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-28 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't realize it would be a problem," he says, displeased at being spoken to so sharply. "Is it dangerous at night, or something?"
bothbarrels: (PB: Go on)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-28 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, in that case, I suppose I should make sure to go out armed."

North doesn't fear for much, though. He can handle himself.
bothbarrels: (PB: Are you kidding me?)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-28 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
North eyes him. He doesn't have to be sarcastic.

"I was sort of figuring there'd be some options if going out was dangerous. I guess not."
bothbarrels: (PB: Pondering)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-28 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is there even some way to make a shiv, something like that?"

He then lets out a quick sharp exhale, something akin to a chuckle, but it's also an impatient sound.

"I believe I know how to handle a shiv, Theta. It's no different from a knife."
hallelujahjunction: (Basic - Glower)

[personal profile] hallelujahjunction 2020-09-29 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"...the fuck even are you..."

Dan's just started his shift, and he hasn't met his partner yet - he's not even sure who it is, because a name is honestly kind of useless if you don't know nearly anyone on the rig to start with - but he's already encountered his first bit of weird bullshit in the form of a roomba zipping around with what appears to be a small music player on top of it, cheerfully repeating a tinny, muted version of what appears to be "Truly Madly Deeply" by Savage Garden remixed to be nothing but the "swim with you in the ocean" bits over a beat Dan recognizes as...tropical house? Christ, the people here have weird taste.

He's following it around, poking it with a broomstick he swiped from a storage closet, when it makes a quick sprint away from him and towards another (bedazzled?) roomba in a way that clearly indicates these two portable vacuums are about to battle to the death in front of some person Dan doesn't know. He gives the new guy a quick wave.

"Hey. Is it your shift too?"
bothbarrels: (Letting you know)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-29 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't heading anywhere in particular. I was just trying to help someone relax. The AI I was just talking to."

He pauses.

"He's afraid to come out right now, though. Or I'd introduce you."
bothbarrels: (PB: Thinking about it)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-29 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
North watches the man poke the robot with a broom for a few moments, wondering what he's getting himself into simply by being out this evening.

"Oh...no?" he says in response to the question. "I'm just...out and about."
bothbarrels: (PB: On your side)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-29 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
North chuckles.

"No, not an elf. Do you know what artificial intelligences are?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-09-29 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you got insomnia, the doc probably has a pill."

Saturday sits down on the bed next to him. He cannot escape the blanket; it ends up draped around his shoulders. Mothering people is how she exorcises her own nervous energy.

"Waiting always sucks, though." A hand on his shoulder. "If it helps, I'm basically impossible to sneak up on. Magic, yanno? You gotta be a ghost or a god to catch me sleepin'. So a room with me watching over it is probably about the safest place on the rig."

She's still thinking this lack of sleep is a fear thing, an old trauma, and she's not wrong, just - not completely right.
bothbarrels: (PB: Go on)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2020-09-29 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a machine thing—well, more like a computer thing. Do you...know what a computer is?"

Might as well start from the bottom and build his way up.

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