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石神千空 Senku Ishigami ([personal profile] 10billionpercent) wrote in [community profile] 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

[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 [plurk.com profile] Ammeschan]
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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-05-01 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Yelena's head snaps up at the sound of rotted boards giving way, and she's halfway to her feet when she hears him land, cursing, not so far below. It's almost a relief, given the landscape's occasional tendency to swallow people whole with very little warning. She forces herself to pause, to survey the hole in the flower bed - and it is a hole, still there and visible - before stretching out on her stomach to peer over the ragged edge. The scent of crushed flowers is thick and cloying in the back of her throat, and she winces as her motion sends a few clods of dirt over the edge and into the murky hollow below.

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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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-05-01 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, at least we know what the flowers are marking."

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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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-05-04 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"It was probably picked over when the people who lived here left," Yelena says, almost absently. She wonders, for a moment, if they would find the remains of the house that once went with the cellar, if they were to search the underbrush.

"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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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-05-05 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes a couple of minutes - long enough to find something solid to tie off to, long enough to knot a couple makeshift steps so that even someone unaccustomed to climbing could get out relatively easily.

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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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-05-09 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"There was a town here in the past," Yelena replies, frowning slightly as she considers him. "Some of the houses are still there, but most would be in even worse shape than this."

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.