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rekindledtitan) wrote2021-06-28 12:22 am
rekindledtitan) wrote2021-06-28 12:22 am
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Excerpt 011: Recalibration | OTA
TYPE: Personal log
LOCATION: The Nexus
PARTIES: Unconfirmed total [??]. Multiple [-] Ghost-type, multiple [-] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Class Titan [[personal profile] rekindledtitan], additional [REDACTED]
ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Nike; Rogers, Steve; Blaze-37; Coyote;
The havoc wrought by Coyote’s ‘gifts’ may not have been undone, and the trickster may be roaming at large still. But with an end to the rampage of the Big Bad Wolf, the Nexus streets are… somewhat safer, again. Night brings a chance for people to lick their wounds, or plot revenge… or just try to adjust to their circumstances.
Most of the bars and taverns close to the Plaza are exceptionally quiet tonight, but one of the pubs is playing host to an unusual gathering. The currently human-form Ghost is seated at one of the bigger tables, and before him is spread an array of bowls and small plates. Each bears a different sample of human-edible cuisine, most of them so far untouched. Around the rest of the table hovers a ring of… well, other Ghosts, these ones in their normal shapes. Their shells are angled or patterned or painted in different colors, but their blue optics glow bright in the low lighting of the bar. One of them - Penny, distinguished by her metallic green shell - dips to examine one of the many menus scattered around the table’s edge.
“Goat’s cheese!” she announces, and one of the others nudges a plate in front of Blaze’s Ghost. He eyes it a bit uncertainly, and Penny eggs him on. “Eat!”
“Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!” The other Ghosts take up the chant with her, bobbing in the shadows, until Ghost manages to spear the lump of cheese on a fork. The others huddle in a bit closer to watch as he nibbles on it.
Over by the bar, one of the Guardians leaning on the counter observes, “You know, that’s kinda… creepy.”
“Yyup.” Blaze drops her attention back to pulling out the contact pins on the battery pack in her hand. “’Least they’re having fun.”
And worried as the Exo is about all this, at least she knows he’ll get enough to eat. Blaze? She just needs a drink. Or several.
[ Open post for encounters/CR after the first Coyote event post, particularly characters Blaze and Ghost know (and, of course, those with Ghosts of their own who might be joining in the vicarious taste-test.). ]
LOCATION: The Nexus
PARTIES: Unconfirmed total [??]. Multiple [-] Ghost-type, multiple [-] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Class Titan [[personal profile] rekindledtitan], additional [REDACTED]
ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Nike; Rogers, Steve; Blaze-37; Coyote;
The havoc wrought by Coyote’s ‘gifts’ may not have been undone, and the trickster may be roaming at large still. But with an end to the rampage of the Big Bad Wolf, the Nexus streets are… somewhat safer, again. Night brings a chance for people to lick their wounds, or plot revenge… or just try to adjust to their circumstances.
Most of the bars and taverns close to the Plaza are exceptionally quiet tonight, but one of the pubs is playing host to an unusual gathering. The currently human-form Ghost is seated at one of the bigger tables, and before him is spread an array of bowls and small plates. Each bears a different sample of human-edible cuisine, most of them so far untouched. Around the rest of the table hovers a ring of… well, other Ghosts, these ones in their normal shapes. Their shells are angled or patterned or painted in different colors, but their blue optics glow bright in the low lighting of the bar. One of them - Penny, distinguished by her metallic green shell - dips to examine one of the many menus scattered around the table’s edge.
“Goat’s cheese!” she announces, and one of the others nudges a plate in front of Blaze’s Ghost. He eyes it a bit uncertainly, and Penny eggs him on. “Eat!”
“Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!” The other Ghosts take up the chant with her, bobbing in the shadows, until Ghost manages to spear the lump of cheese on a fork. The others huddle in a bit closer to watch as he nibbles on it.
Over by the bar, one of the Guardians leaning on the counter observes, “You know, that’s kinda… creepy.”
“Yyup.” Blaze drops her attention back to pulling out the contact pins on the battery pack in her hand. “’Least they’re having fun.”
And worried as the Exo is about all this, at least she knows he’ll get enough to eat. Blaze? She just needs a drink. Or several.
[ Open post for encounters/CR after the first Coyote event post, particularly characters Blaze and Ghost know (and, of course, those with Ghosts of their own who might be joining in the vicarious taste-test.). ]
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Athena hovers near the human Ghost's shoulder, twisting her shell this way and that. "You should eat something healthy," she suggests, her optic flickering over the dishes on offer. "That one - the bread with the seeds in it."
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"Yes! Crunchy bread!" A few of them cheer, enthused by this idea. Tarana's Ghost Khurshid, who has one of the biggest shells, dips in to slide the bread over. And honestly, it's one of the least intimidating things on the table, so Ghost doesn't need much persuading to pull off a bit and munch on it.
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She bobs a little, dipping just slightly closer so she can watch him nibble on the bread. "...and I want to know why they make such a fuss about the healthy stuff."
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Hm. This is odd. There's so much texture. The seeds are startling for how they grind but his teeth crunch through them easily despite his hesitation. Ghost munches, frowns as he tries to work out how he feels about it.
"It's-" oh, his mouth is dry, he needs the water. "It's drier than the other foods. And it's weird to crunch the seeds - it's like grinding sand between your plates, except it's kind of satisfying." He's tearing off another piece to figure this out. "The inside tastes better - it's softer, and less... bitter."
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She's probably watching a little too closely as he chews, maybe edging just slightly into his personal space bubble. But it's just so fascinating! How is she supposed to view this from a distance? "The outside is bitter? That's supposed to be unpleasant, I think. Is it?" She spins a little in place, thinking. "Do you feel more nourished? Is it like accessing a power grid?"
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"It's not really that instantaneous, but I do feel less weak than before we started. I don't think this body is good at detecting exactly how much I've consumed. I mean, I don't think humans are usually good at estimating the nutritional content of their food anyway-" a little girl who subsisted primarily on crumpets and jam comes to mind- "but some of these foods definitely have a different... sensation, when they're ingested. The bread feels more solid than the dessert, for example. I don't know if I can actually feel it in my stomach or if that's a psychological effect."
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She drifts over the little samples in front of him, turning this way and that, searching for something specific. Where is it? She could've sworn there was something similar here... ah!
The Ghost swoops down and nudges a tiny pie plate with a bite of cake on it. "What about this? It seems to have similar properties to the bread. But... oh, that is a lot of sucrose."