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hugtopia_logs2021-07-31 11:14 pm
awooligan) wrote in hugtopia_logs2021-07-31 11:14 pm
it's been the ruin of many a poor boy [open.]
♥ Who: Clifford Norman, OTA!
♥ Where: wherever tbh...
♥ When: August 1 and general early August.
♥ What: Cliff arrives to do typical intro log stuff and be frustrated.
♥ Rating: uhh PG-13 for language? and probably underage smoking at some point.
[ a. the wrong world. ]
[He’d had the plan to move out solidly in mind until recently, but…somehow this wasn’t quite what he’d pictured. After being led to housing by the welcome wagon, Cliff had waited out the helpful robot before slinking away from the open street to somewhere he can quietly freak the fuck out in peace. Even in the alternate reality he suddenly had a second life’s worth of memories of, he’d only heard stories about some corrupted-but-harmless AI, nothing like a whole society….not that that’s his biggest issue right now. He doesn’t know nearly enough about science or magic to figure out why the hell he remembered two versions of his life or why he was a wolfboy from the middle of nowhere with shitty father figures in both of them. That just doesn’t seem fair?
He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, shakes his head like it will disperse those thoughts, and sets off again. Maybe if he got the lay of the land, he'd have an easier time getting a handle on things. At least he can feel being an Animal Person, and know that if he wanted to right now, he could be a wolf before his next step hit, and that’s knowing more than nothing! Along that thought, he was wearing Oscar’s hoodie and he had that bag of gummies he'd just started. Undeniably real. But the hoodie had existed in that other world, too, even though he'd never gotten tangled with “just some guy” that was a magnet for trouble. And…]
Huh. Well, that was the most unbelievable part of all that.
[In his pocket, the push of his finger against a figurine’s ear assures him that it is also pretty damn real. Didn’t hate that, no matter how confusing it is. The circumstances surrounding this place and that other one, though...]
Christ. You save a guy’s life a couple times and they want to upgrade you to saving two worlds?
[Because he didn't have enough of a headache.]
[ b. the wrong foot. ]
[Contemplating his newly realized existential crisis, he doesn't have the mental fortitude to figure out who’s in charge and kick their ass. Instead, the redhead resigns himself to pretend-scrolling through his not-an-earth-phone while his eyes -- more animal than human, if someone were to inspect them -- and scowl do the job of telegraphing his mood for him even from where he's hiding under his hood.
It could be that simple, just his glare accidentally finding someone who didn't deserve it and a miscommunication running wild from there, or it could be that while he's pretending to be distracted by his phone, he's actually distracted with his thoughts enough that he comes too close to someone passing the other way and bumps into them. He jolts back with tight fists and an arm lifted like a shield between himself and the stranger. As ready to fight as he might seem and sound, it's possible to notice that he's on guard rather than being aggressive.]
Hey, watch it -- !
[ c. the wrong attitude. ]
This sucks.
[Cliff plops onto the bench with a truly impressive sigh. That feeling before he’d woken up… Even with as much as he loves his mom and brother, the fact that he still had to hold a part of himself back means that it had been so completely, overwhelmingly alien. Comforting and safe in the moment, but now?]
Fucking tired of people messing with my head…
[This really, really sucks.
Miserably, he notes that he should be rationing the few supplies that had come with him, but he deserves the sugar, dammit! Cliff drags the bag of gummi bears out and starts to eat them with the enthusiasm of a man on death row. He starts each one by biting its head off.]
[ d. the wrong...card?! ]
[idk man it’s the wildcard option, hit me up if you want to work something out!]
♥ Where: wherever tbh...
♥ When: August 1 and general early August.
♥ What: Cliff arrives to do typical intro log stuff and be frustrated.
♥ Rating: uhh PG-13 for language? and probably underage smoking at some point.
[ a. the wrong world. ]
[He’d had the plan to move out solidly in mind until recently, but…somehow this wasn’t quite what he’d pictured. After being led to housing by the welcome wagon, Cliff had waited out the helpful robot before slinking away from the open street to somewhere he can quietly freak the fuck out in peace. Even in the alternate reality he suddenly had a second life’s worth of memories of, he’d only heard stories about some corrupted-but-harmless AI, nothing like a whole society….not that that’s his biggest issue right now. He doesn’t know nearly enough about science or magic to figure out why the hell he remembered two versions of his life or why he was a wolfboy from the middle of nowhere with shitty father figures in both of them. That just doesn’t seem fair?
He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, shakes his head like it will disperse those thoughts, and sets off again. Maybe if he got the lay of the land, he'd have an easier time getting a handle on things. At least he can feel being an Animal Person, and know that if he wanted to right now, he could be a wolf before his next step hit, and that’s knowing more than nothing! Along that thought, he was wearing Oscar’s hoodie and he had that bag of gummies he'd just started. Undeniably real. But the hoodie had existed in that other world, too, even though he'd never gotten tangled with “just some guy” that was a magnet for trouble. And…]
Huh. Well, that was the most unbelievable part of all that.
[In his pocket, the push of his finger against a figurine’s ear assures him that it is also pretty damn real. Didn’t hate that, no matter how confusing it is. The circumstances surrounding this place and that other one, though...]
Christ. You save a guy’s life a couple times and they want to upgrade you to saving two worlds?
[Because he didn't have enough of a headache.]
[ b. the wrong foot. ]
[Contemplating his newly realized existential crisis, he doesn't have the mental fortitude to figure out who’s in charge and kick their ass. Instead, the redhead resigns himself to pretend-scrolling through his not-an-earth-phone while his eyes -- more animal than human, if someone were to inspect them -- and scowl do the job of telegraphing his mood for him even from where he's hiding under his hood.
It could be that simple, just his glare accidentally finding someone who didn't deserve it and a miscommunication running wild from there, or it could be that while he's pretending to be distracted by his phone, he's actually distracted with his thoughts enough that he comes too close to someone passing the other way and bumps into them. He jolts back with tight fists and an arm lifted like a shield between himself and the stranger. As ready to fight as he might seem and sound, it's possible to notice that he's on guard rather than being aggressive.]
Hey, watch it -- !
[ c. the wrong attitude. ]
This sucks.
[Cliff plops onto the bench with a truly impressive sigh. That feeling before he’d woken up… Even with as much as he loves his mom and brother, the fact that he still had to hold a part of himself back means that it had been so completely, overwhelmingly alien. Comforting and safe in the moment, but now?]
Fucking tired of people messing with my head…
[This really, really sucks.
Miserably, he notes that he should be rationing the few supplies that had come with him, but he deserves the sugar, dammit! Cliff drags the bag of gummi bears out and starts to eat them with the enthusiasm of a man on death row. He starts each one by biting its head off.]
[ d. the wrong...card?! ]
[idk man it’s the wildcard option, hit me up if you want to work something out!]
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[Later, even if it doesn't sound like it'll be very interesting. It was better to know what was going on, since he had the opportunity. After a moment of hesitation, he offers out his own communicator to tap against.]
I've pretty much got it figured out, I think, but there's nothing on this level back in Oklahoma. Is this really all you need to do to add someone? And you aren't going to get, like, credit card information? Not that I have one.
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[He lifts the communicator in his hand to carefully tap against Cliff's, giving it a moment to rest there to make sure the information is traded between them successfully.]
I never saw anything like it before coming here, either, but it's always worked just fine the few times I've done it. Nobody's tapped into my bank account so far, so your money should be safe and sound too. It'd be awful to steal from someone who just got here, anyway.
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[He is...dying. It's so hot. Besides that, Shinji really doesn't seem the type. Cliff brings his phone back to look at the new contact. Wow... It worked...]
That's pretty cool.
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It's odd, but it's really handy. [It's novel for Shinji as well, considering how much of a process it had been to add contacts to his own phone back in his own world. So simple, so neat! While he has the contact information open, he'll go ahead and pass along the post in question to Cliff.] You can get in touch with me with that, too, if you ever need to.
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And hey, there's the post, wow, everything is so easy and cool when it's future robot technology?]
Thanks... [Maybe he shouldn't feel so distrustful of everyone here, but also what's up with everyone generally being pretty nice for no reason? Weird.] Have you been here a long time?
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Havenwell sure did grab a selection of generally nice and helpful people, huh? Shinji's been doing his best to try and be at least one of those things in his time here, which, give him a moment to put a finger on how long it's been...]
Just a little over two years, now? [Time sure flies, gosh.] I showed up with the first batch of people they brought in.
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That's such a long time. I'd probably have gone crazy by now.
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It's been pretty wild, [he can't deny that some truly maddening things have happened, but even then, his own world prepared him well for swallowing bizarre circumstances. That's... a kind of heavy topic to be throwing at a newbie, so he keeps that thought to himself.] I honestly don't know if I would have been able to get through all of it without having a few people I can trust around.
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Anyone from home...?
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Not at first, [he shakes his head a little,] someone I know did eventually show up, but it wasn't for very long. Other people get pretty lucky, and sometimes people who know each other will show up around the same time.
[That is to say, don't lose hope, if that's what you're after, Cliff!]
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Yeah... That guy I mentioned that I only kind of know, he said he came here with someone else. Definitely don't know them, though. There has to be some kind of reason for it, when there's so many people in just one world and this one brings people in from a bunch.