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TDM 005
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Arrival goes as anticipated. Characters awaken in a sterile hospital bed in a clean, white room to the hum of machines under the unnatural lighting common to well-kept institutions. Every bit was designed to be comforting and calming, even with the jarring undercurrent of this situation. The first face they see is Aurora's: her smile appears to be warm, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She might offer a quick explanation, or leave characters to figure it out for themselves depending on their approach. The door to the room swings open, revealing a hallway that stretches out ahead of them. There’s noise from outside and strong pumpkin spice scents coming from the lobby. Ah, muffins and tea. Grab one and head into the crisp, sunny fall morning ahead.  ⏵ potluck ⏴ Cutthroat Iron Etrayan Bake-Off As you step out of the arrival holding area into the main thoroughfare, the entire street has been turned into tents and chef stations to accommodate the activities of thirty people at once. There’s seats, trailers, and robots bustling about to make sure everyone is ready. A couple of cheerful robots in aprons and colorful sweaters approach and redirect you as you step towards the cooking area. There’s gas ranges, ovens, grills, blast chillers, mixers, and set walk-ins and pantries with just about every ingredient you can imagine. There are cameramen (also robots) patrolling the area to capture all your best moments and to broadcast them directly to your fellow citizens’ devices. Your instruction? “Make your signature dish. You have one hour, chef.” It can’t just be straightforward, can it? The land itself is held together with pure chaotic energy. If you’re lucky, all goes as planned. If you aren’t… well…
* All kittens disappear at the end. ** These however, stay.  ⏵ share a meal ⏴ As all the cooking concludes, you will be invited to plate your meal into one of many casserole dishes, regardless of what was made. A ladle will be tucked into the corner and placed on the table with a folded bit of cardstock declaring the chef’s name and the name of the dish. A helper camerabot will come around to each participant and ask for their thinking and their process. Even if you got away without having to cook, even looking towards the table of dishes will spur a helper bot to start making you a plate with one of everything. The helperbot will insist that it is rude to not at least try what their peers have made. In fact, if you are to fill out the score card for each person, you really must taste everything! The robots can’t try the food, so it’s up to you. The cards look like so. The grading system is opaque. Is it meant to be numbers? Stars? Letter grades? Well, you’re the judge. You figure it out. Chef: ___________ Dish:_____________ Judge:___________ Overall Rating:_______
 ⏵ tummy ache survivor ⏴ No matter how well your compatriots cooked or baked their dishes, there are… factors. You see that carrot? It’s really just condensed chaos in the shape of a carrot. No matter how powerful you are, these particular ingredients may not mesh with your being. …And even if it is truly a carrot, do all the chefs know the proper cooking temperature of chicken? Even chickens are aliens to many. (Optional) Roll a Die
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RUKA?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! HIIIIIIIIIIIIII (also arrival 2)
His posture is bad, and he seems to walk with a sway that's part bully, and part domineering, like this thin twig of a guy is used to people doing anything for him, but also, his back is hunched over slightly (always shrimping) and he looks at every corner and door suspiciously. He's bleeding from two wounds on his chin that are still open, and there's dust all over his clothes — riddled with holes already.
Quite frankly, the guy has been in a few fights before he's even gotten to the next stage. ]
No. [ He says, his answer dour, annoyed, dipping low. The unpleasant aura is radiating off the guy in droves. ]
I haven't met anyone from here yet. Except the thing greeted us. [ he wants a smoke so bad right now, he clasped his hands behind his back to hide the twitch in his hands. ] Have you considered asking it?
OH MY GOD JILL...ITS BEEN SO LONG!!! HIII
If he's bothered by Silco's Everything, he doesn't show it.
He simply inclines his head in a nod. ]
I already have. She was not forthcoming with answers, and seemed to be in a great hurry, so I did not receive much information.
Do you...require any medical treatment? [ He's not super experienced with humans because of his grand sample size of Exactly One, but he's pretty sure that bleeding is bad. When you get down to it, bleeding fluid is generally not a good sign for anything, just in varying degrees of severity. ]
I am not familiar with this facility, but it appears to hold equipment that would be appropriate for wound care.
WAVES EXCITEDLY!!!!!!!
[ He says. They are fairly deep, given that they were made with a scalpel (that he'd lifted from a room and attacked someone with, don't worry about it!) and were still bleeding, though given the guy's face, he's probably... fairly used to facial injuries. ]
If I were worried about them, I'd take care of it. [ O-kay silco. ]
It's a... [ He stumbles, because it wasn't human, and he didn't really have a concept for true robots, beyond the small gadgets his daughter made. That was far more advanced than her monkey bombs or chompers, or anything else. ] projection. I don't think it can be too busy.
[ A beat.
Ah, yes. This was also...probably... mechanical? Something like that. Was that a rude thing to say? Well, Silco didn't... care. ]
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Drzyr values, maybe. But they had also been prepared to eliminate sapient life if it had proved too troublesome for them. Curiosity had been their wont, not kindness...generally. They had prized...utility. ]
If she is maintaining this entire sector...this world...she would be busy. To maintain something of this size would take a great deal of processing power and energy.
[ The ways others program their assistants is a mystery to him. He is perfectly capable of carrying on conversations while also upkeeping many, many tasks, after all.
If he's offended by Silco's comments, he doesn't show it at all. Nothing seems to perturb him much. He's very...calm. ]
However, if she is so advanced...I see no reason why she cannot split off a part to devote to answering questions.
[ He does note that hesitation, though. ] Are you unfamiliar with mechanical beings?
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[ Silco lifted a shoulder, as if it was not a big deal that he was not. To be fair... he probably already gives off the general atmosphere of absolute irreverence in general. A man who doesn't respect unless it is earned, and looks down on everyone else with that unblinking eye. It stares at the Custodian now, a blink of one eye to take him in. ]
Correct.
[ He said, it's blunt, and without shame. ] We have no such thing where I am from. [ technical councilor bolbok but like. that's Piltover ]
Though, we are lucky to have running water, lights, and electricity most days, so perhaps this is less surprising, then. We are not a people for whom machines are given without extreme prejudice, however.
[ Really, a mechanical being in Zaun would be one directed toward crime, if Silco had his way. ]
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The Drzyr had been a people of exacting measurements and specifics. He is sure that if that metric had included necessary loss, they would have calculated that too. ]
Your very existence is surprising to me. I am not...accustomed to others who are not the people I once cared for.
But it sounds as if you live in a world of great inequality. [ There is no judgement in his voice; he states his understanding of the situation fact. ]
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[ He says it blandly, but Piltover also doesn't have mechanical people, he's just being dramatic about it because he's a bitch.
me? play a bitch? never]You must be rather isolated, if you only know the people you care for. How many were there?
[ He tipped his head, trying to get a sense for the creature in front of him. Curious, looking for signs of life, or perception, looking for an eye or a mouth. He's unaccustomed to these things, so he doesn't quite know how to make heads or tails of it? Them? Him? He can't tell from just looking at the Custodian.
Normally, he is able to make a few quick assumptions about the nature of a person, and use that to make them dance on a string, nudge them in the right direction.
He cannot, here. But he can ask questions. ]
Are you alone here, already?
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this is a total surprise to me, i could never have guessed]Millions. There were once more, but many chose to stay behind on their homeworld, accepting the death of their star as their own. Those who did not wish to departed on the world-ship N'Erud, which I was created to maintain.
[ Not that it had mattered, in the end. They were all gone now.
He has slight, subtle movements; he shifts, adjusts his grip on his staff, his robes brushing against the floor. Though why a construct has need of such motions is a mystery for the moment.
"Are you alone here already? the person before him asks. ]
I have been alone for centuries. [ His fingers tighten around his staff. ]
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[ He says, with a sound that could be interpreted as understanding. He watches, blinks with one eye, and keep watching. He watches everything with that unblinking eye, taking it all in. The way he moves, but he can't have a guess to what it means, which leaves him as lost as ever.
Not a position he prefers to be in, but. Well. He has to start somewhere, gathering information, learning about not just where they are, but who he arrived with as well. ]
Centuries is a long time. A maddening amount of time to be by yourself.
[ Frankly? He can't imagine it. And he's an introvert. ] And now here you are. As far as I have observed, there are at least several other people here.
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[ He is not mad, he thinks. But there is the matter of his torn out components, the ones he had...removed once they started to become troublesome and interfering.
Tal'Ratha had certainly considered him uncooperative. But the Astropath had never enjoyed his company regardless, except when he needed data to win an argument...
There is no diagnostics check for 'madness'. That was a state of mind given to creatures that even had that capability in the first place. Which he was not designed for.
He is probably not mad, he amends. Whatever madness means for an artificial intelligence. ]
I have seen several. I am eager to talk to them, as I am you. My creators would have wept at the sight - that they were not alone in the universe as they feared.
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Oh, that depends, doesn't it? After all, we are supposedly from other universes, not even connected. Are they not still alone in their own, even if they are not across the myriad of universes?
[ Leave it to Silco to say something that sounds hopeful, and turn it into something negative. Go figure. ]
Why do you even want to talk to people? Are you gathering information?
[ getting something out of it, he wonders? There has to be a purpose. It can't simply be for curiosity, because nobody wanted information about people without reason.
Investment should be for a reason. ]
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If one could cross the barriers between universes to visit, then it would prove that it would be possible to travel between them, perhaps even to connect them. It would mean that...they would have been alone no longer.
[ It's nothing that he hasn't heard before...in a sense. The Drzyr had outrun the death of their homeworld, the slow unwinding of their universe. Entropy. ]
I wish to talk to people because they are there. Each piece of life here, this entire world...it is a miraculous existence that defies all predictions I could have made.
[ His calculations are of little use here. He must start from the beginning, rather than running simulations from every angle he can think of, every scenario he could possibly draw from, and finding the same conclusion;
You and I are all that exists out here. Everything else must exist in there.
...It is a strange, cold comfort. A world of possibility, even if he is the only one of his world to witness it. ]
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[ He repeats it with bite.
Isn't it? He's dead, he was dead with lead in his belly, the bullet holes in his clothing prove it. He'd been dead. There was no surviving what was done to him. Not without extreme intervention, and he'd known Jinx wouldn't be capable of it. He didn't want her to be. He wanted her to be that perfect gestation of everything that Zaun was. His vision and his legacy.
That she'd killed him was proof of it. Zaunite violence, Zaunite chaos.
His lips twitched.
He wanted a cigar so badly right now. ]
I just came from a place teeming with life, so perhaps we will have to agree to disagree. I've never even heard of breaching between worlds. I can't imagine it is simple.
[ Silco says, being killed a season before that shit happens. ]
Do you think you could have done it on your own?
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Likely it is not simple, but my creators accomplished many things. Given enough information, I believe they could have discovered the ability.
[ Could he have done it on his own? It is honestly not a question he has ever considered, or had reason to consider. ] I...I do not know. It is not what I was designed to do.
[ And it would be too late in any case.
He shifts a little in apparent reaction to the question. Disquiet? Upset? Who knows. ]
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[ It sounds mean, and it is a little bit, but if someone wanted nice conversation, they certainly wouldn't have found it with Silco. He's just mean enough that his biting, nasty tone sounds almost... amused.
A little laugh found its way to escape. ]
Well, that's no worse than we humans, now is it?
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Before I arrived here, a human arrived on N'Erud. Not in a spaceship or through any means known to me; they simply appeared, and through their actions altered its state.
It is a different situation to the one I find myself in now, but it is proof that in my own world, there is more that could have been discovered.
[ Then, he settles. That calm, soft-spoken tone returns. ]
...But it is true that if I did not have that evidence, it would only be guessing. No worse, and no better, than anyone else here.
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[ He asked. It's a funny contrast, between the Custodian's straightened back, and Silco's... well. Shrimp posture. One would think the cuts or the remnant of the fight would be what did him in, but no. He's just like that. he looks up at the
creaturerobot and shrugged, as if it didn't matter that much. ]We have something called Hexgates where I am from. They allow for teleportation, or so I hear. I've never experienced it myself.
[ Again, there was that specter, inequity. ]
Ah, but what do I know? I wasn't there, hm? I do enjoy picking apart an argument proper, however.