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apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-17 07:10 am
10billionpercent) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-17 07:10 am
All this science, I don't understand (Open)
Who: Senku Ishigami and everyone!
When: April
Where: Various: Apartment, ADI, the park...
Summary: An opportunity to meet the illustrious scientist in the context of one's choosing.
Warnings: Potential for altered perceptions, apocalypse. Will update if necessary.
I. A New Apartment
The whole experience thus far has been completely curious and unusual. Fortunately, Senku was not the type to put up a fuss, but rather someone who could roll and adapt to unusual situations, while trying to gather as much information as possible.
He’d been given the necessary tours and brought to this apartment and finally left to his own devices. Senku was wearing slacks, a button down with a tie, a labcoat and dress shoes but most notably, he had a tattered cape tied around his shoulders. He removed his shoes upon entry and walked further into the place. “Bigger than I would’ve thought...maybe not.” He murmured.
Senku wasn’t put off by a roommate situation inherently but as he wandered a stranger in this place there were multiple rooms. That was a bit novel. “Heh. Guess I don’t have to share a bed.”
II. Equipment/Information Technology
He’d been told he could work in two places if he wanted to, so that’s how Senku agreed to structure his day, if only because he didn’t want to find himself getting bored. He appreciated getting to work with his hands, and hoped at least they’d be looking for innovation.
However, heaven help the person who got Senku as the local IT tech who had to give tech support.
III. The Flowers Came Early
That was a lot of flowers.
Senku couldn’t say for sure how unusual they may be, but typically flowers didn’t appear like that in parks. Not without someone planning them to be that way and who would plant so many?
Did it really count as paranormal? Of course if this was the best this world could offer to paranormal, he would keep on believing that it likely didn’t exist, not without proper explanation.
“Something about these flowers seem kind of weird.” He commented a little bit. “Maybe we should check them out.”
Was this really going to be worth $100?
IV. CTRL + ALT + DEL
Even though he’d been accepted to the IT department, as a new arrival Senku has not had the opportunity to really distinguish himself.
He could not look any more bored if he tried. He was slouched in his seat like a teenager who was forced to attend a class they hated, which he definitely was not. There was nothing of interest about learning how to create a password. He knew that already. He knew how to crack into some serious hardware with government-level security and he’d accomplished this as a child.
“Ugh.” Senku groaned, he couldn’t help it. “This is such bullshit.”
Unfortunately for the trainer, if anything his education taught him, he was not going to get less disruptive.
V. Spring Festival
Out of force of habit, Senku made an appearance. Over the years he’d been compelled to show up to light events like this and now it was an ingrained habit. He didn’t hold the same position in this unusual world, but habits were hard to break.
He was far more interested in browsing the food stalls and getting a drink. He wouldn’t be playing any games, but checking out the crafters was also an option.
In the early evening, he found himself mildly distracted by an okay stage magician. He scoffed. “I’m almost sorry I called him a hack.” He declared out of nowhere, that might have been a bit strange.
Although he’d changed into more casual clothing thanks to the light shopping trip, cargo pants and t-shirt like he was some kind of college student instead of an esteemed scientist, he never removed the tattered cape. It likely made him look a bit...eccentric.
VI. Wildcard
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When: April
Where: Various: Apartment, ADI, the park...
Summary: An opportunity to meet the illustrious scientist in the context of one's choosing.
Warnings: Potential for altered perceptions, apocalypse. Will update if necessary.
I. A New Apartment
The whole experience thus far has been completely curious and unusual. Fortunately, Senku was not the type to put up a fuss, but rather someone who could roll and adapt to unusual situations, while trying to gather as much information as possible.
He’d been given the necessary tours and brought to this apartment and finally left to his own devices. Senku was wearing slacks, a button down with a tie, a labcoat and dress shoes but most notably, he had a tattered cape tied around his shoulders. He removed his shoes upon entry and walked further into the place. “Bigger than I would’ve thought...maybe not.” He murmured.
Senku wasn’t put off by a roommate situation inherently but as he wandered a stranger in this place there were multiple rooms. That was a bit novel. “Heh. Guess I don’t have to share a bed.”
II. Equipment/Information Technology
He’d been told he could work in two places if he wanted to, so that’s how Senku agreed to structure his day, if only because he didn’t want to find himself getting bored. He appreciated getting to work with his hands, and hoped at least they’d be looking for innovation.
However, heaven help the person who got Senku as the local IT tech who had to give tech support.
III. The Flowers Came Early
That was a lot of flowers.
Senku couldn’t say for sure how unusual they may be, but typically flowers didn’t appear like that in parks. Not without someone planning them to be that way and who would plant so many?
Did it really count as paranormal? Of course if this was the best this world could offer to paranormal, he would keep on believing that it likely didn’t exist, not without proper explanation.
“Something about these flowers seem kind of weird.” He commented a little bit. “Maybe we should check them out.”
Was this really going to be worth $100?
IV. CTRL + ALT + DEL
Even though he’d been accepted to the IT department, as a new arrival Senku has not had the opportunity to really distinguish himself.
He could not look any more bored if he tried. He was slouched in his seat like a teenager who was forced to attend a class they hated, which he definitely was not. There was nothing of interest about learning how to create a password. He knew that already. He knew how to crack into some serious hardware with government-level security and he’d accomplished this as a child.
“Ugh.” Senku groaned, he couldn’t help it. “This is such bullshit.”
Unfortunately for the trainer, if anything his education taught him, he was not going to get less disruptive.
V. Spring Festival
Out of force of habit, Senku made an appearance. Over the years he’d been compelled to show up to light events like this and now it was an ingrained habit. He didn’t hold the same position in this unusual world, but habits were hard to break.
He was far more interested in browsing the food stalls and getting a drink. He wouldn’t be playing any games, but checking out the crafters was also an option.
In the early evening, he found himself mildly distracted by an okay stage magician. He scoffed. “I’m almost sorry I called him a hack.” He declared out of nowhere, that might have been a bit strange.
Although he’d changed into more casual clothing thanks to the light shopping trip, cargo pants and t-shirt like he was some kind of college student instead of an esteemed scientist, he never removed the tattered cape. It likely made him look a bit...eccentric.
VI. Wildcard
[I am literally up for anything, including some of the more horrific bits of these events. If you have questions, PM me or find me
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"Not offhand." Senku admitted with a shake of his head. "Nor any rope and it would be faster to buy something rather than make it."
He knew that, from experience.
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Just...not usually as a makeshift measuring tool. But it's a decent idea, so she'll take it.
She unslings her pack from her shoulders, unfastening it and pulling out a neat bundle of thin nylon rope - the sort of thing easily found anywhere that might have cause to stock climbing equipment - and a wax pencil. She eyes the items with an air of faint dissatisfaction that suggests she's mentally adding measuring tape to her field kit for the next expedition.
"This will have to do."
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He poked at the soil, and rubbed it between two fingers as he considered it, wondering what was making it so fertile that there were so many flowers about.
"Noted. I haven't carried a tool belt in years, maybe I should revisit that."
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She just prefers a little more precision. Still, she lays the rope out, marking off distances in wax as he inspects the soil.
"Any fingerbones?" she asks. "The last time the plants were acting strangely, they were trying to eat people."
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Senku sifted his fingers through the edge of the soil, to check for what she was asking for.
"I don't see any bones, or anything out of the ordinary at all."
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She sits back on her heels, watching the flowers for a moment as though half-expecting them to do something distinctly unplantlike, before she sets about returning her gear to her bag, careful not to smudge the markings.
Finally, she reaches out to break off one of the blossoms, braced to jerk her hand back if the flowers start moving against the light spring breeze. Nothing. She turns her prize between her fingers, expression thoughtful.
"If it isn't the flowers, maybe it's the space. It would be useful to have an aerial view."
Sorry for the delay
"Nothing looks strange about the flowers, or the dirt. Can't really get aerial without a drone or something..." He didn't have one handy so he moved instead towards the center of the flowerbed.
His steps were careful and calculated and he was still bent over, brushing through the dirt, looking for something.
Senku's hand stilled a moment as he was completely drawn in for a moment and took another, fateful step.
"Aaah!" He crash landed into a cellar of some kind? He groaned. "Fuck me." Apparently he didn't need his spine. He wasn't seriously hurt, just miffed he'd fallen through what had seemed like a normal flower bed to the naked eye.
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At least, with her weight distributed this way, it doesn't send her tumbling down on top of him, which is the point.
"Are you all right?" she calls. He's not hard to spot, at least, amidst the shadows of what appears to be half-decayed shelving.
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Senku sat up, dusting himself off as he got to his feet. "Gonna feel that later." He grumbled. It would definitely bruise.
He looked around the cellar he'd somehow found his way into for anything of note or interest.
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The question is, why? Knowing Dogtown as she does, she doubts the answer is anything benign. While falling into a cellar isn't precisely safe, it also isn't the sort of threat the Entities seem to feed on.
"Do you have a light? Or just your phone?"
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Flashlight mode, that was easy enough, wasn't it?
He blinked a few times. "There's nothing down here. Dust, probably a few bugs...there's a broken, rotten crate..."
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"Hold on. I'm going to make sure we can get back out, and then come down to meet you. Yell if anything bigger than a rat comes out."
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He found a dented tin can without a label and sighed, tossing it aside.
"Just junk." He'd report when she got down there.
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She climbs halfway down before letting herself drop, a small cloud of dust rising to about her knees with the force of impact.
"Maybe," she says. "But very old junk that's probably been here for almost two hundred years."
Her own flashlight is heavy, solid, and not attached to her phone. She plays the beam carefully over the rotted-out cellar, frowning slightly in thought.
"Why all the flowers, if this is so mundane?"
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"I mean, there's nothing here that would suggest it is anything but an old forgotten cellar that had been looted at some point years ago. Or someone just moved. Was there a house there in the past..?" He shrugged helplessly.
"But why would they care about that?"
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She nudges a piece of rotted board with the toe of her boot, then strides towards the wall to pace out the size of the cellar.
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"And just looking around, it's definitely not got anything of interest left behind. I'm baffled as to what to make of it. Do you think it's an accident we stumbled upon this?"