Excerpt 011: Recalibration | OTA
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rekindledtitanTYPE: 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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Date: 2021-06-30 12:37 pm (UTC)He smiles at Ghost, and it's small and uncertain, but the hand of friendship being extended is much appreciated. Especially considering it comes from someone who isn't used to having hands. "Yeah, I do kind of get the disorientation of a sudden change in body type."
"I mean, I was thinking about dinner anyway. Not sure I should take your food, but I'd be happy to sit and join you for a while." Why the hell not? Even now that he knows what's going on, and feels a little bad for Ghost, this is pretty entertaining.
"Just don't make him sick," he tells Penny with mild amusement. "Human stomachs only have a limited capacity."
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Date: 2021-06-30 05:58 pm (UTC)Steve's smile coaxes an equally tentative one from Ghost. Being front and center in social situations is almost as hard as the biological functions (and the not tripping over his own feet). "Well, grab a seat. I am trying not to eat too much of anything. Although I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to tell, yet."
"Don't worry," Penny says confidently, studying her long, long list of food items. "If you evacuate your stomach contents, I calculate you'll free up a substantial percentage of volume for further testing." The little machine glances sideways at that, as if she's waiting for the Look that Ghost manages to give her. And as a bonus, she gets one from Blaze, snapping the Exo out of her awkward hovering.
"Penny, you make my Ghost sick, you're going to clean it up," Blaze warns. She eyes the little bot for a minute before she sighs, looks back at the two humans. "I'm gonna get another drink. You want anything, Steve?"
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Date: 2021-07-01 01:25 pm (UTC)That's true of more than one universe, no less. "Shoulder's a little messed up, still, but I'm fine."
Sitting next to Ghost, he rests his hands on the table and has to bite his lip to keep from laughing at Penny's suggestion. "Definitely don't recommend that M.O.," he tells them.
"If you're tasting liquids, you can do it like a wine tasting, though," he suggests. "Put a little in your mouth and swish it around and spit it back out." Obviously he'd need a spare glass for that.
Glancing back at Blaze, he hesitates for a second, reluctant to ask her to get him anything, but after a moment he relents. "I could go for apple juice," he says. "Lots of ice. I don't really do alcohol right now."
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Date: 2021-07-01 10:51 pm (UTC)"I've seen it done," he's assured by a Ghost with a larger, bronze-colored shell. Penny is making an audible note about liquids being more efficient as they confer.
Blaze, meanwhile, gives Steve a thumbs-up. "Heh, that makes three of us. Be right back."
"Ooh, wait! Ice! Get ice!" one of the more excitable Ghosts calls after her. The consensus is that dips are next on the list, and they are busily arranging a small array of little bowls as well as a basket of 'potato sticks' in front of the two humans.