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“And… that should do it.” Caelum sighed, punctuating his words with a few taps of the keyboard and putting his drink back down on the desk.
“Look this over for me?”
“Do I look like Bellatrix to you? You think I can just read code with my own eyeballs and say whether this should work or not?”
“I wouldn’t sell yourself short.” He answered with a wry smile. A nice way of saying Aspidiske wasn’t getting out of this one, she regrettably realized. Moving from her spot with a groan, she propped her elbows against the back of the old man’s desk chair with a bored expression.
“Yeah yeah, looks great--Hold it. This isn’t even the same thing you were typing twenty minutes ago.”
“Ah, very good! See, I knew you were capable of reading it with your eyeballs, as you said.”
“You think you’re funny don’t you, Grandpa.”
Gritting her teeth to block out the sound of a hearty laugh, she scrolled through each line, reaching a couple times to tap something on the keyboard in front of him.
“...What’s that line there.”
“A choice bank.”
“What for?”
“I thought it might be courteous to allow them to decide where they want to go.”
“Why.”
“Well, if people choose an environment they like, they’re more apt to explore it, yes? Why choose someone who isn’t equipped to handle it?”
“Because it’s fun watching them squirm, that’s why. I’m changing this.”
“Hey--”
“Oh nooo, I’m gonna hit Run! Ohhh nooo!”
“Now see here, I--”
The next sequence of events all passed within seconds. Caelum’s fingers hit ‘undo’, Aspidiske moved to push his hand away with her own and deployed the RUN button with the other. Both collided with the glass on the table, knocking its mostly full contents onto the desk. A mixture of ice and sweet liquid flooded between the keys and into the cracks of the dashboard as Aspidiske pulled her companion backward sharply, saving him the sting of electric shock. The monitor split into several bright, jarring colors before attempting to pull itself back together, and numbers and symbols jumped from place to place before everything went blank for a few agonizing seconds. Both exhaled when the monitor whirred back to life, with the following prompt flickering and glitching across the screen.
[ OPERATION S.H.O.R.E ]
[ STATUS: ACTIVE]
Not too long after that ordeal, the click of the intercom and a long, disappointed sigh cut the silence. The deadly even voice of Pleiades spoke into the room.
“You two. In my office. Now.”
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Your phones switch on by themselves; the cafe televisions turn on, the daily news changes, your phone calls all display the same message over any visual media they can. But the person who appears in the broadcast is an elderly man, sitting at a table in a semi-professional manner, and a smaller woman behind him cackling.
“Hello! Hello, good evening, everyone. This is the first time we’ve met like this, ah? It’s good to see you on a personal level--”
“As personal as a giant broadcast can be.”
“...Ahem. You can call me Dr. Caelum. Behind me is Aspidiske.”
“Don’t drag me into this, old man.”
“I’m here to report that there are several islands off the coast of Spirale that have recently cleared from the mist. Given what happened a couple months ago when a mysterious object appeared, we’re unsure if the GPU has a hand in this or not. I’ll be frank with you, my friends, there aren’t enough of us to explore the islands ourselves. That’s where you all come in, I hope!”
“Not like you all have that much of a choice, after all. Cooperation is key, or something, something...”
“On your devices, I’ve sent something of a ticket for your island excursions. There are four that we’ve monitored in total, so you have the option of being transported to any one of those. Once we’ve collected enough information on the islands, we’ll bring you right back, safe and sound. We’ll be here, monitoring your progress as--”
From off-camera, something seems to spark and pop menacingly, along with a hissing noise that makes the old man lose a bit of color.
“...Well, I trust you’ll do fine! If you’ll excuse me.”
He grabs his cane, and with a bit of effort, Caelum rises from his chair. Aspidiske takes the seat in front of the camera.
“Uh, guess that’s one way to get the job don-”
The monitors cut the broadcast abruptly, and on your devices, a prompt appears.
[ Welcome to Operation SHORE: Surviving Hazards Of Relaxing Escapes! Please choose your island destination: ]
Haugst Isle
Resources: Plentiful (manufactured)
Shelter: Provided
Danger rating: High
Tags: Monsters, Prison, Laboratory
Nommin Isle
Resources: Plentiful (natural)
Shelter: None
Danger rating: Low
Tags: Tropical, Deserted, Beautiful
Foss Isle
Resources: Plentiful (natural)
Shelter: Minimal (caves)
Danger rating: Moderate
Tags: Volcano, Dinosaurs, Jungle
Volaat Isle
Resources: Moderate-Low (luxury)
Shelter: Moderate (abandoned ships)
Danger rating: Low
Tags: Sunken ships, Storms, Small
(Detailed descriptions of each island can be found Here!)
Upon choosing your destination, your phone screen will glitch out for a few seconds, and you’ll suddenly and instantly vanish from your place in Spirale. As soon as you disappear, you reappear on the island you chose (or perhaps a different island than what you picked altogether) with your island-issued cell phone as your only belonging.
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So, what’s happened?
Your characters have suddenly appeared on one of the mystery islands outside of Spirale, and must survive and thrive on the island they’ve chosen/landed on. This includes things like finding food and water, making shelter, and fending off the elements and creatures that you encounter during your extended stays.
Am I limited to one island?
Nope! Due to the system shorting and glitching out on occasion, it’s entirely possible for your character to wind up on a completely different island in the blink of an eye. It’s also possible to build some kind of raft or ship and sail to one of the other islands! (If you know how to sail and the weather is kind to you…)
You can also use means like flying, freezing a bridge, riding a dolphin, or whatever your powers would allow you to do to get from one island to the other.
HOWEVER if you sail too far away from the islands, you’ll run into the mists that usually surround Spirale, and you’ll succumb to the safe effects they have under normal circumstances and sail right into Davy Jones’ Locker…
(...and die.)
How do I get back to Spirale?
It’s impossible to get from the islands to Spirale by any means of transport (sailing, flying, teleporting, etc.)
However, if you’ve met a grisly end and died on one of the islands, you’ll respawn in Spirale, and won’t be able to return to the islands.
Do our phones work?
They sure do! You can even still use the internet on them, if you’ve met the rank requirement to get it. They charge with solar power and are waterproof, but they won’t survive being smashed or broken, so don’t do anything reckless with them!
Do I have to go to an island to participate in the event?
Not necessarily. As long as you have a thread or drabble that’s related to the event, that will count toward participation. (For example, if your character in Spirale City were to make a phone call to another character stuck on one of the islands, that would count.)
Do I have to explore and survive and put my muse in danger?
Not at all! This event is designed to be versatile; you can take the opportunity to build from the ground up and bond with your friends (and enemies?) and have a laid-back vibe if you want. You can have a dangerous expedition to find resources and shelter with peril at every corner, too. You can even ignore the survival aspect and finally have that cool one-on-one duel with your rival atop a rocky cliff during a lightning storm where no one will interfere!
You can help or hinder anyone who arrives on the island and make new friends or enemies. You can learn to fish, hunt or forage for food. You can play in the ocean or run for your life. It’s up to how you want to play the event!
Do drabbles count?
Yup! A drabble of 500+ words will get you credit for this event.
Is there an event reward for this one?
The reward is the friendships you made along the way… and maybe a cool sea shell.
How long will the event run?
This event will run until Friday, June 9th, at 11:59:59 pm EST!
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★ --;; Oh. This is. Definitely not where Vash wants to be right now.
He's not sure what caused the glitch, why he's suddenly here instead of back on Nommin where he was supposed to be; all he knows is that there's rain pouring down in sheets, soaking him through down to the bone and plastering his hair against his forehead, the nape of his neck. A pleasant cool-down from the summer sun this is definitely not.
It's through the downpour that he can see some huge... building? not far off, all grey concrete blending in to the rain, only illuminated by a distant flash of lightening. There's a lot of concrete everywhere, it looks like, rubble from who-knows-what littering the underbrush. And it's as a sound he cannot name rumbles in the wake of thunder that Vash realizes he is alone when he very much was not just a few moments ago.
Vash is alone with six bullets and something very much not human sounding in the not-so-far-off distance.
He'll take his chances with whatever the building is.
The door is heavy, made out of a metal he doesn't know, and it takes a good bit of his own strength to pry the thing open. It closes behind him with a much too loud clang, echoing through hallways damp enough that they're very little of a difference from the weather outside.
"Man," he sighs through his teeth, cringing as the sound continues to echo. "This probably ain't the place for bein' so loud, either..."
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Even on a island as beautiful as the one the Stars have centered their latest experimentation around, the jungle can be foreboding. Thick foliage blots out much of the sun and filters through treetops to paint everything a rich green, the occasional ocean breeze rustling brush and trees as though some wild animal lay in wait just out of sight. As far as the eye can see, save for the direction of the beach, there's only more greenery.
A flock of tropical birds suddenly takes flight from somewhere far above, scattering leaves and twigs, startled by something still unseen. A moment of dead silence follows, the jungle itself seemingly holding its breath as though waiting for something to happen.
The only sound that remains is that same rustling and the distant churn of the ocean's waves against sandy shores.
Abruptly, something drops from a tree to the forest floor with a thud-
and it's just a coconut...
... followed by a very small man.
"H EL L O [[Client Name]]!!!!!!!"
"WE'>VE BEN TRYING TO [[Reaching Out To You]] CO NCERN1NG YOUR VEHICICLE''S [[Extended Warranty]] !!!!! !!! !! "
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