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hugtopia_logs2020-09-14 06:22 pm
connectsthedots) wrote in hugtopia_logs2020-09-14 06:22 pm
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[OPEN] Welcome, delicious friend...
♥ Who: Dorothy Pratt and anybody! Maybe even you!!
♥ Where: Ohma's temple, the history museum, and the library! Also the network. That's a thing too.
♥ When: Throughout September
♥ What: A reporter roaming Havenwell. Three action prompts + one network post!
♥ Rating: G through PG13, I suppose (if anyone wants to use spicy language.)
01 - OURFAIRIES CATS ARE DIFFERENT (Near Ohma's temple)When Dot opened her eyes and saw a strange figure standing over her, instinct kicked in and she immediately swung at it. Apparently, even though they can’t feel pain, the robots don’t appreciate being slugged in the face. Who knew. The battered bot curtly explained the situation before thrusting her possessions into her hands and escorting her outside.
She tucks the notebook into her coat and the other small bottles into a shoulder bag, glancing around the area. Was this some sort of honey dream? It didn't look like Parabola but it looked even less like London. It was as though she was back on the surface, but it wasn’t the surface she knew. Everything was so bright. She squints, unaccustomed to the sunlight. God, the sunlight. How long had it been since she'd seen it?
Spotting one of the temple cats near the entryway, she quickly kneels down beside it and...strikes up a conversation? "What can you tell me about this place?” she asks. The cat, as one from any normal sort of world might expect, says nothing back. Dot, on the other hand, seems perplexed by this. "Playing hard to get, are you? I have some secrets I can trade..."
If she notices you staring, she’ll prop herself back up using the wine bottle at her side and offer you a rueful smile. "Cagey little buggers, aren’t they? Maybe you’d be inclined to answer some questions for me instead?"
02 - THE FUTURE IS NOW (The history museum)The museum was one of the first places Dot came across while wandering the Havenwell streets and it seemed like an excellent place to get some information. She walks up and down the rows of exhibits, eyes wide with wonder as she examines the 'old-timey' appliances and prototype bodies. This wasn't the history she knew at all. In fact, a lot of it seemed like something straight out of a science-fiction novel. This whole world did, really. It was positively unreal. "Could it really be...?" she whispers, thinking herself alone. At the sound of footsteps, however, she jumps and turns around.
"Ah! Er! Hello! Pardon me! I know this may seem an odd question but: do you know what year it is?"
03 - PAPER OR PLASTIC? (The library)There is a scene unfolding in the normally quiet library. A young woman stands at the check-out counter, growing increasingly exasperated. "A what? No, I mean a book! A book! Like this!" She holds out her notebook to the robotic librarian.
"Where do you keep them?"
"T-Those are in the restricted archives, ma'am..."
"Restricted archives?!" She slaps a hand on the desk, leaning over the counter and into the librarian's personal space. "Information belongs to the people, you know!!" The librarian mumbles a feeble placation. There was clearly a misunderstanding going on here. What do you do?
The robot, relieved, hands over a tablet-book on Havenwell's gods. Dot holds it at a distance like it like it was some foreign substance as she makes for a nearby table. She sits, tapping at it cautiously. "How in the hell..." She's so intently focused that she doesn't even seem to notice she has company at the table.
04 - GETTING A FEEL FOR THE PLACE (Network post - video)[The video feed turns on, but all you can see is what looks to be a torso...and it looks to be sideways. There is a bit of shuffling as the communicator is manhandled, eventually righting itself. A woman sits before the camera. In a conservative brown walking suit and deep red hat, she looks as out of place in the sleek, modern city as she feels. She gives a little nod of acknowledgement.]
Hello, my name is Dorothy Pratt. You can call me Dot, if you’d like. I've just arrived here from London and I'm working to get my bearings. I can hardly make heads or tails of this contraption, but I gather that all residents can see this, yes? I’d greatly appreciate any information you all could provide me about this place and its gods. I’m also very interested in any local news and goings on. Thank you in advance.
[OOC: Feel free to use either brackets or prose - I'll gladly match your style. Also: taking a page from Sephiroth's log, feel free to apply the just like glue prompt to any of these. It'd be ridiculous and good.]
♥ Where: Ohma's temple, the history museum, and the library! Also the network. That's a thing too.
♥ When: Throughout September
♥ What: A reporter roaming Havenwell. Three action prompts + one network post!
♥ Rating: G through PG13, I suppose (if anyone wants to use spicy language.)
01 - OUR
She tucks the notebook into her coat and the other small bottles into a shoulder bag, glancing around the area. Was this some sort of honey dream? It didn't look like Parabola but it looked even less like London. It was as though she was back on the surface, but it wasn’t the surface she knew. Everything was so bright. She squints, unaccustomed to the sunlight. God, the sunlight. How long had it been since she'd seen it?
Spotting one of the temple cats near the entryway, she quickly kneels down beside it and...strikes up a conversation? "What can you tell me about this place?” she asks. The cat, as one from any normal sort of world might expect, says nothing back. Dot, on the other hand, seems perplexed by this. "Playing hard to get, are you? I have some secrets I can trade..."
If she notices you staring, she’ll prop herself back up using the wine bottle at her side and offer you a rueful smile. "Cagey little buggers, aren’t they? Maybe you’d be inclined to answer some questions for me instead?"
02 - THE FUTURE IS NOW (The history museum)The museum was one of the first places Dot came across while wandering the Havenwell streets and it seemed like an excellent place to get some information. She walks up and down the rows of exhibits, eyes wide with wonder as she examines the 'old-timey' appliances and prototype bodies. This wasn't the history she knew at all. In fact, a lot of it seemed like something straight out of a science-fiction novel. This whole world did, really. It was positively unreal. "Could it really be...?" she whispers, thinking herself alone. At the sound of footsteps, however, she jumps and turns around.
"Ah! Er! Hello! Pardon me! I know this may seem an odd question but: do you know what year it is?"
03 - PAPER OR PLASTIC? (The library)There is a scene unfolding in the normally quiet library. A young woman stands at the check-out counter, growing increasingly exasperated. "A what? No, I mean a book! A book! Like this!" She holds out her notebook to the robotic librarian.
"Where do you keep them?"
"T-Those are in the restricted archives, ma'am..."
"Restricted archives?!" She slaps a hand on the desk, leaning over the counter and into the librarian's personal space. "Information belongs to the people, you know!!" The librarian mumbles a feeble placation. There was clearly a misunderstanding going on here. What do you do?
I speak up.
Dot seems surprised by your approach and turns to meet you. She still looks pretty riled up. What will you tell her?I let the scene play out.
On noticing the robot practically cowering before her, Dot's anger dissipates. She sighs and shakes her head, leaning back. "...Right. Apologies. I know you're just doing your job. Give me one of what you've got, then. I'll give it a go."The robot, relieved, hands over a tablet-book on Havenwell's gods. Dot holds it at a distance like it like it was some foreign substance as she makes for a nearby table. She sits, tapping at it cautiously. "How in the hell..." She's so intently focused that she doesn't even seem to notice she has company at the table.
04 - GETTING A FEEL FOR THE PLACE (Network post - video)[The video feed turns on, but all you can see is what looks to be a torso...and it looks to be sideways. There is a bit of shuffling as the communicator is manhandled, eventually righting itself. A woman sits before the camera. In a conservative brown walking suit and deep red hat, she looks as out of place in the sleek, modern city as she feels. She gives a little nod of acknowledgement.]
Hello, my name is Dorothy Pratt. You can call me Dot, if you’d like. I've just arrived here from London and I'm working to get my bearings. I can hardly make heads or tails of this contraption, but I gather that all residents can see this, yes? I’d greatly appreciate any information you all could provide me about this place and its gods. I’m also very interested in any local news and goings on. Thank you in advance.
[OOC: Feel free to use either brackets or prose - I'll gladly match your style. Also: taking a page from Sephiroth's log, feel free to apply the just like glue prompt to any of these. It'd be ridiculous and good.]