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apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-21 09:37 am
medicative) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-21 09:37 am
(log, open) brave new world
Who: Emily Dyer and open.
When: 9/18 to the beginning of the event.
Where: ADI headquarters, the docks, the beach.
Summary: Getting acclimated to the new world, and trying to get up to speed.
Warnings: To be added if needed.
adi - working.
[really, there was so much to take in that it made Emily's head spin. but a few things had stuck out with the utmost clarity - first, that if she did nothing, it may contribute to the end of the world. and second, that these were the first breaths of free air that she'd had in such a long time. with that, the choice was easy, and here she was now, vaguely wondering why she had been so ready to offer information about what she could do for them. adapting, once more, to the unfamiliar.
so it is that she's in the headquarters, walking about with the telltale unease of someone unfamiliar, in general perusing but also finding areas to call home. most likely though, she'll be in the medical facilities, growing accustomed to the new types of technology but also getting situated in terms of scheduling and patients. with her name up on the rota, it means she is once again gainfully employed and cleared to actually see people. alternately, Emily might be in the canteen for a break, nursing a cup of coffee by the window and writing in a notebook - but she's still a little jumpy, attuned to glancing up when people walk by as if she expects something of them.]
docks - moving.
[one can't stay cooped up forever - who would want to, when allowed enough freedom to move about? true, Emily considers herself honorbound to stay in the town's limits, but even that is something exceptional. being out on the street, with people, with sunlight that felt real and true, is a gift. so it is that she goes exploring and ends up in this side of town, wandering with true and honest awe. sometimes she lingers a bit too long looking into shop windows before moving on, not wanting to simply go in and browse as a waste of time, but clearly affected by something. other times, she's struck by the lights and sounds of an arcade, admiring the condition or narrowly avoiding a collision with an overzealous child, having to redirect them back to their parents.
much of walking, then, eventually ends with leaning against a railing to watch the water and the boats go, content to breathe in the air and try to calm her nerves. nothing had happened yet, but she can't shake the feeling of talk of all those Entities from her mind, and the worry is plainly writ on her face. even ending up with a sandwich to think that food might help her isn't entirely aiding, and her doubts are sensed by an enterprising seagull. with all the hubris a bird can contain, it swoops down and snatches it from her, leaving her holding the paper.]
Hey!
[this? this is laughable, miserable luck. but for the seagull, it's a win.]
beach - thoughts.
[walking along the shore is another pleasant experience, with the daylight and the sound of the waves. one might find it irresistible to shed their shoes and go walking along the water line, as free as if she was a schoolgirl again. that there's no one else out there makes it all the better, and Emily feels like she can finally relax. closing her eyes, feeling the breeze rush over and the water come up to her ankles, it's as though she can actually remember what it's like to not be stressed.
her guard lowers, and she's half humming, half singing to herself an old familiar tune, like the ones she used to hum while doing rounds. there's exhaustion on the edge of her consciousness, but when has there ever not been? how long has it been since she let herself be still for a moment? walking a little further into the surf, it feels comforting.
yes, coming to this place may have been unsettling, and still is, but she's beginning to feel a little bit hopeful.]
wildcard.
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please note that the windows prompt in the docks may lead into the mirror, mirror prompt from the tdm, and the beach prompt may lead into haunting tunes.
will match format of either brackets or prose!]
When: 9/18 to the beginning of the event.
Where: ADI headquarters, the docks, the beach.
Summary: Getting acclimated to the new world, and trying to get up to speed.
Warnings: To be added if needed.
adi - working.
[really, there was so much to take in that it made Emily's head spin. but a few things had stuck out with the utmost clarity - first, that if she did nothing, it may contribute to the end of the world. and second, that these were the first breaths of free air that she'd had in such a long time. with that, the choice was easy, and here she was now, vaguely wondering why she had been so ready to offer information about what she could do for them. adapting, once more, to the unfamiliar.
so it is that she's in the headquarters, walking about with the telltale unease of someone unfamiliar, in general perusing but also finding areas to call home. most likely though, she'll be in the medical facilities, growing accustomed to the new types of technology but also getting situated in terms of scheduling and patients. with her name up on the rota, it means she is once again gainfully employed and cleared to actually see people. alternately, Emily might be in the canteen for a break, nursing a cup of coffee by the window and writing in a notebook - but she's still a little jumpy, attuned to glancing up when people walk by as if she expects something of them.]
docks - moving.
[one can't stay cooped up forever - who would want to, when allowed enough freedom to move about? true, Emily considers herself honorbound to stay in the town's limits, but even that is something exceptional. being out on the street, with people, with sunlight that felt real and true, is a gift. so it is that she goes exploring and ends up in this side of town, wandering with true and honest awe. sometimes she lingers a bit too long looking into shop windows before moving on, not wanting to simply go in and browse as a waste of time, but clearly affected by something. other times, she's struck by the lights and sounds of an arcade, admiring the condition or narrowly avoiding a collision with an overzealous child, having to redirect them back to their parents.
much of walking, then, eventually ends with leaning against a railing to watch the water and the boats go, content to breathe in the air and try to calm her nerves. nothing had happened yet, but she can't shake the feeling of talk of all those Entities from her mind, and the worry is plainly writ on her face. even ending up with a sandwich to think that food might help her isn't entirely aiding, and her doubts are sensed by an enterprising seagull. with all the hubris a bird can contain, it swoops down and snatches it from her, leaving her holding the paper.]
Hey!
[this? this is laughable, miserable luck. but for the seagull, it's a win.]
beach - thoughts.
[walking along the shore is another pleasant experience, with the daylight and the sound of the waves. one might find it irresistible to shed their shoes and go walking along the water line, as free as if she was a schoolgirl again. that there's no one else out there makes it all the better, and Emily feels like she can finally relax. closing her eyes, feeling the breeze rush over and the water come up to her ankles, it's as though she can actually remember what it's like to not be stressed.
her guard lowers, and she's half humming, half singing to herself an old familiar tune, like the ones she used to hum while doing rounds. there's exhaustion on the edge of her consciousness, but when has there ever not been? how long has it been since she let herself be still for a moment? walking a little further into the surf, it feels comforting.
yes, coming to this place may have been unsettling, and still is, but she's beginning to feel a little bit hopeful.]
wildcard.
[ooc: have another idea of something you want that's not specified? throw it at me, and I'm more than happy to oblige! you can contact me at
please note that the windows prompt in the docks may lead into the mirror, mirror prompt from the tdm, and the beach prompt may lead into haunting tunes.
will match format of either brackets or prose!]
Docks - RIP sandwich 😔
[ This laughter is of course abruptly cut off; he doesn't know Emily yet, but he can tell at a glance she's a nice lady who probably doesn't deserve a scruffy young guy like him giggling about her misfortunes. ]
Sorry, just. [ He coughs softly and sheepishly musses his flyaway hair with one hand. ] I love those dumb birds. Are you alright?
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I'm unharmed, if that's what you mean. I worry more that the bird will choke in its eagerness than anything else...
[seagulls know nothing of boundaries or what they should do. if that one gets mobbed by its friends all trying to get bread or the like, that's its problem.]
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No, no, I meant, like, was that all you had?
[ He's dropped all the laughter at this point, now that it's quickly becoming obvious Emily's not remotely in a laughing mood. He's had more days like this than he can care to count, when some stroke of misfortune left him hungry for the rest of the day, if not longer. It's a horrible feeling, and honestly he feels guilty for laughing at her now. ]
[ He didn't know, though, so he's not going to let himself get too down about it, as long as he can try to make up. ]
You look pretty upset is all.
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Do I? It's nothing entirely serious, in the grand scheme of things - sorry to alarm you.
[the squawking of the birds, though, seems to be getting louder. others seem to have noticed that one of their brothers has snagged something decent, and they are beginning to descend.]
no subject
[ He trails off in some unintelligible mumbled defense. ]
Sorry.
[ The gathering birds draw Danny's attention again; he perks up quickly as he looks up, not quite happy to see them but relieved to have a distraction from the very stressful issue of navigating a conversation with an older adult without completely humiliating himself. ]
I think they might want more. Should we, uh, move?
[ They're not gonna attack them or anything, are they? The SC gulls didn't. But this is Massachusetts in some alternate nightmare hell world. ]
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[decoys only lasted so long, after all, and the fluttering of the birds' wings showed the ferocity of their greed.]