annexedlogs | Relief Log #1

I. In The Aftermath

After the mission is complete, the new recruits are invited back to Central Command for a patch-up and celebration to let loose and socialize a little bit.

The first order of business is the patching up. Anyone who was injured is welcome to go to the Hospital, if the injuries are more serious. Everyone else, those with smaller injuries like scrapes and bruises, minor cuts or burns or abrasions, are welcome to come to the Infirmary in Central Command. There will also be attendants that tell returning new recruits that if they'd like to learn a little first aid and tend to their comrades, they can also head to the Infirmary.

In the Infirmary, anyone who's not injured but shows up will be instructed in basic first aid so they can tend to their teammates and friends. Nurses will be rotating around to check in on people and make sure nothing is more serious than it looks, but generally, the new recruits will be encouraged to tend to their teammates in order to encourage group bonding.

II. Pool Party

The celebration itself, which happens after the the initial patching-up exercise, will be happening in three large conference rooms adjacent to the swimming pool. In one of the conference rooms, a large buffet will be set up, catered by food trucks and restaurants in the area, with a variety of food. Some of it will be familiar to characters in the game, with a wide array of food from Earth and any other planet or locale that the new recruits might be from. Some of it will be unfamiliar, local cuisines that are heavy on mushrooms, insects, and root vegetables - stews and flatbreads full of fillings and a lot of varieties of meat on a stick. There's also an extensive dessert bar with cakes, cookies, tarts, donuts, bars, and a soft-serve ice cream machine with a lot of different mix-ins and toppings.

The main focus of the party is on the pool, where characters are encouraged to put on a swimsuit and lounge in the pool on a bunch of assorted pool floats, swim laps, or play in the small children's pool where there are fountains. The pool also sports a small waterslide with three intertwining slides that range from extreme speed to slow speed. Through speakers in the area, music is playing that's suitable for dancing or just listening to while characters enjoy the pool.

III. For The Extroverts

In another of the conference rooms, an extrovert's dream is set up. The door is kept closed because the music inside is loud, and the atmosphere is that of a club. There's a small bar area where a bartender serves drinks. While most of the drinks are regular alcoholic beverages that are both familiar and unfamiliar, there is a selection of drinks catered by Robin's, which is known for their specialty cocktails which have a variety of effects - specifically, euphoria, relaxation, and energy - available in a variety of flavors. Servers move through the room with trays of snacks ranging from nuts and olives to bowls of chips and popcorn, free for the taking by anyone feeling peckish.

There is a nice dance floor set up and the lights are low except for fluorescents and spotlights that bathe the room in bright color, and the DJ is playing a mix of techno, rave music, and danceable oldies remixes. Along the back wall there are several booths set up for karaoke, where groups of characters can go and sing their hearts out and/or laugh at their friends who are singing their hearts out.

Did that mission leave you wanting to get wasted and dance the night away? Then this is the party for you.

IV. For The Introverts

Not everyone is cut out for a rave, though, especially not after a tiring and draining mission, and the rebels have prepared for that too.

In the other conference room, just on the other side of the buffet room, there is a party set up for the more sort of person who finds solace in quiet and peace. In the corner of the room there's a lovely tea and coffee bar set up, with an espresso and latte machine, coffee, and a truly expansive variety of teas - white, green, black, rooiboos, herbal, and some local varieties that are made specifically to relieve tension and relax the mind. These local varieties can produce a state of utter relaxation and mental calm that is beyond what normal tea could provide, perfect to drink before going to sleep for the night, or right before a calming nap.

Speaking of naps, for those who don't want to be alone but would like a bit of shut-eye, there are soft bean bag loungers where people can retire to for naps. The music playing in the room is quiet and soothing, lyrical ballads or instrumental easy listening, easy to nap through and no barrier to quiet conversation over a cup of tea. The library has also provided a large shelf of readable popular novels, non-fiction, and other books that might interest the new arrivals - there are novels of most genres that are unique to the Broken World, and research materials for anyone looking to exercise the mind or learn a little about the culture of their new world.

Besides that, there are also a cluster of small tables where games are set up. There are board games, decks of cards with printed sheets of common game rules from the Broken World, and a type of chess-like game that is played frequently on the Broken World, complete with instructions.

NAVIGATION

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"We are hardly giving them that chance by allowing them to run rampant and injure themselves." Not that Rokuro would know much about being a child. He was raised strictly, and with a very specific purpose. There was little time or opportunity for play. Maybe that is why he doesn't recognize their behaviour for what it is.

Largely harmless, and necessary for personal growth and socialization.

Rokuro drops the water, turning his eye to Alma.

"You appear heavily armoured for a nursemaid."

Seeing that they weren't going to agree on the kids, Elma drops that for the moment, and instead returns the mildest of shrugs. "It's what I'm used to, so it's what this new body of mine inherently displays. Let's see here..."

Her brow furrows in concentration, and a moment later the armor desaturates into a gray semiliquid. It withdraws from her limbs, smooths out, then reforms into a modest black bathing suit.

"This takes a little concentration to start with, so I normally don't bother unless I have to."

"New body?" Rokuro cannot contain his amazement as Elma's body-- or is her armor? Changes before his very eyes. At least the children (and adults) are safe now, as they have lost his attention entirely. He has seen ninja shift in and out of disguise, but that was a matter of costume, behavioural change, and distraction. Skills anyone can learn with enough practice and time.

There are hundreds of different monsters, demons, and spirits from his world who are said to take on the appearance of a human to cause mischief and explore the land of the living, and so Rokuro's surprise quickly turns to caution, eyeing Elma for any other 'signs' of what she may be.

You know. Just in case she forgot to hide any horns or tails.

"What were you before?"

Elma considers that a moment, then lifts one arm in something of a half-shrug. "That's not the simplest question to answer without a good background. How familiar are you with technology, in general?"

Most people here seem up to speed with... let's say late 20th or early 21st-century Earth. Considering the progress humanity had to make in 30 years, even they aren't caught up the practical mechanisms she's mentioned -- they exist solely in theory and fiction.

Rokuro makes a slight face in response to Elma's question. A hint of sheepishness flitting across his features before settling back into the usual stoic expression.

"I... am unfamiliar with most technology."

Rokuro was born in the 16th century, and so the mere concept of electricity is new to him. While he does have some support and education in technological matters by virtue of his tether-partner-to-be, whose actual name is Tech, his overall understanding is a major work in progress.

"So it is doubtful I would understand. My apologies."

"That's all right, I can work with that. The most straightforward way to say it is that to survive a long and dangerous journey, humanity transferred their minds into artificial bodies."

This is definitely one way in which this world, this place, differed dramatically from Mira. Every species drawn to Mira had been familiar with technology, and even the native Nopon understood it well. Maybe there's something she can learn from that, though at the moment she doesn't know what.

Rokuro observes Elma dubiously, "Where I am from, evil spirits may be contained within the bodies of dolls." He looks her up and down. As if peering closely enough may show hints of straw poking out through her skin, and the stitching keeping her limbs attached.

"That said, I do not sense evil in you." A breath, finally looking her in the eyes. "Does it hurt?"

"Not at all. In either case. My Mimeosome was as close to being biologically human as science could make it -- it breathed, ate, excreted, so much so that most people couldn't tell the difference. And this current body normally mimics it precisely."

She kneels down, then swings her legs out to sit on the edge of the pool, offering up an arm if he cares to check just how it feels.

After a moment's hesitation, Rokuro reaches out to gently prod at her arm with one finger. It feels warm and fleshy. If Elma hadn't said anything he wouldn't have known better.

"If it is so similar, then what is the point of creating it? Why not simply remain in your original form?"

"For one, durability. Similar as it might be, if a Mimeosome loses an arm it's substantially easier to attach a new one than it is to attach an entire new arm to a living body. They're also harder to damage and less vulnerable in general." Not THAT much, but humanity is... well, noticeably weaker than many other xeno species. Qlurians, Prone, Definians to some extent, and even... whatever L is... could all fight on a level that equals human Mims, without being artificial themselves.

"For another, we had no way of knowing how long the journey would be. Mims don't age, so we didn't have to worry about things like raising children and teaching them, so they could eventually replace those who died of old age."

"You can regrow an arm? Like a lizard?" Brow shooting up. That certainly seems a worthwhile trade-off. If Rokuro were able to replace what he has lost, he wouldn't be wearing an eyepatch.

"It seems you have become closer to god than man." And upon Elma's statement in regards to children, he suddenly understands her earlier resistance to discipline. "What about those who wish to raise and teach children? While I am not a parent myself, many people cannot imagine living their lives without offspring."

"Replace. Like a broken wheel on a cart, if more complicated a repair."

His question makes her frown slightly. Talk about problems yet unaddressed... "The situation during the journey wasn't one for raising children in. The ultimate plan was always to return people to biological bodies, once the ark ship found a suitable planet to colonize. In our case, that's become slightly confused, but we're working on it."

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