WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL PT 2

[gatonina]

ARRIVAL PT. 2

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POPULATION: 41 The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round…until they suddenly stop. Just as quickly as the bus ride started, the sudden jolt of the bus hitting the brakes may disrupt you from your current activities (whatever those may be.) It’s hard to determine just how long you’ve been on this road trip, but some of you may be able to tell it’s been nearly forty-eight hours. Where could you have possibly been traveling? Worry not, dear travelers! Why, if you’ll wait one moment, the doors of the bus will gently open… …and the floors of the bus will tilt, spitting every single one of you out onto the ground with little warning before the doors slam closed and the bus begins to drive away. As you gather your wits and regain your bearings, the first thing you may notice is the very distinct scent of pine and the lingering scent of rain in the air. Beneath your feet, the words BUP STOP have been spray painted into the dirt and above you a large wooden sign proudly declares that you’ve arrived at your destination. Welcome to CAMP GATONINA. Well-maintained greenery surrounds the area with trees as far as the eye can see, and a dirt path seems to lead straight into camp. Fog looms in the distance, though perhaps that’s from the rainy weather. Come along, don't be shy. You’re welcomed here, after all! As you make your way forward, you’ll soon be greeted with the sound of a bright and almost cheerful voice that seems to be amplified somehow, gathering the attention of all. "Right this way, ladies and gentlemen. Your lovely hosts await!" A cloud of fog parts, and in the center of the path sits a three-tiered platform. Three figures stand on the platform before you, two of whom hold a white basket with depictions of the sun. Despite looking directly at them, it’s hard to make out the features of these three outside of their very unusual outfits. You’ll have plenty of time to explore the camp later, but for now it seems that the figure in the top hat has a megaphone in hand and an announcement to make. "That should be all of you. Let's not waste time, shall we? You'll need these sooner than later, I imagine." The figure with the top hat begins to call out names as the other two figures hold onto the basket, using their free hands to distribute small keys with different wooden keychains shaped like animals. When the final key is distributed, the megaphone is lifted once more as the figure without the basket gestures to the space around you. "Welcome to Camp Gatonina. We look forward to your stay." [ooc: for the sake of your mods, please choose only one NPC to speak to for now! Should we feel confident with our tagload, we may open this up to more tags later, but don't worry! There will be more opportunities to speak with them in the future... Please be sure to read all of the new information provided to you! In addition, please keep in mind that this is not the week zero mingle! A new mingle will go up tomorrow to officially begin the game, so please do not use this post to toplevel regarding the new locations! You may, however, PC to your hearts' content ♥]

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[shixiong]

[ now properly dressed in his normal robes with his emotional support mask firmly in place...

you know his entire profile is insulting but the phrase "gifting stylish wardrobe pieces" is the piece du resistance. he's just kind of staring at it, unmovingly. it's really more exciting that he's properly clothed now than the actual staring because the likelihood of learning anything about it today is a negative 12.

also surprise he's 300. ]

[wowcool]

[Just gaping at him!]

Yin Yu! I didn't know you were old enough to be a great-great-great-great-great grandfather!!

[SO OLD]

[shixiong]

[ closes his eyes behind his mask. ]

I assure you, I don't have any children...

[ yea.. old as balls. ]

[wowcool]

[CONCERN.JPG]

Do I need to get you a cane, Yin Yu?

[shixiong]

I'm not even the oldest person on this list....

[ by like, centuries. there are a few people here (including flayn ???) that are even older than chengzhu... ]

...Thank you for your concern, but I'm quite fine.

[wowcool]

Three hundred is very old, though.

[old man yin yu]

Are you immortal?

[shixiong]

More or less.

[ he can still be killed, obviously, but... yeah, he's not aging anytime soon. that's why he still looks like he's in his twenties.

these profiles are terribly unfortunate. ]

[wowcool]

Hm.

This might be an odd question, but...do you like it? Never growing old.

[shixiong]

[ ah... that is an odd question, and not one he'd really thought about up to this moment. ]

It is the goal of any cultivator, to make it to immortality. If my body is young, it's still useful to Chengzhu, and there are many things I can still do. [ a pause, though, and he frowns under his mask. ]

...In the end, though, I have no family, and no one to grow old with, so it is just a part of life. [ in other words, it's not all it's cracked up to be. ]

[wowcool]

So, you see yourself as a tool.

[He stares at the other for a moment, his usually smiling face twisting into a frown.]

That sounds like a sad sort of existence, Yin Yu.

[shixiong]

[ he is totally silent in response...


so like "yeah, you right", basically. both of those things are correct. ]

[wowcool]

...

Is there an option to live outside of that? Or are you bound to it?

[shixiong]

It is my honor to serve Chengzhu.

[ there's no bitterness there: he genuinely means it. there's nothing he'd rather do. ]

[machinetranslation]

[Among the crowd, Threepio sees Yin Yu wearing his mask]

Oh, Officer Yin! The administrators found your mask! How wonderful.

I've been scanning the information on these boarding passes. I wasn't aware you were a member of a long-lived species. I had assumed you were Human. My apologies, sir.

[In terms of the Galaxy, turns out 300+ isn't that strange??]

[shixiong]

[ haha... he doesn't quite laugh, but yin yu greets 3po with a polite bow, and his tone is a bit sheepish. he seems to be infinitely more comfortable now that he can hide his face again. ]

...It's alright. I am, to a point. I'm afraid it's a bit complicated to explain.

[machinetranslation]

[Threepio, of course, bows back politely]

Oh, no need to explain, sir! Although I'm not well-versed in xenobiology, it's quite natural for the Galaxy's different species to have different lifespans.

While I don't have specific records, I myself was likely constructed several hundred years ago, you know. Not so long, in terms of Galactic history, really.

[shixiong]

[ xenobiology... galaxy... there are a lot of words that c3po uses that are (haha) lightyears beyond him. the concept of not being human is kind of weird, though. ] I wouldn't call it a different species, exactly.... [ he's still a person! it's just! complicated.

...ah, though. he's gotten pretty fond of this talking statue robot. there's a twitch of a smile, though it's hidden. ] I will defer to your wisdom then, C3PO, since you're even older than I. [ respect your elders... ]

[machinetranslation]

Oh, well, I don't know if I could be said to have wisdom, sir. But it is kind of you to say so. [regardless, he seems particularly flattered, his words a bit more fluttery than usual]

Even with my construction, my memories only go back roughly 40 years, which was when my last memory wipe was performed. So it only feels as if I've been operating for that long, really.

[shixiong]

[ i'm just imagining him doing the (shy) animal crossing reaction and that's really valid

a memory wipe... how curious. he doesn't know much about c3po in... a lot of ways, but that makes sense. there are ghosts that literally eat memories, so, being able to have them removed is not far fetched. ] So, before that, you may have operated a different life entirely?

[ hm. ] We might call that reincarnating, in a sense. [ how similar! ]

[machinetranslation]

Yes, it's likely my previous roles were quite different, depending on who and where my master was.

I suppose it is in a way similar to some cultures' beliefs about reincarnation. I had never considered it, but it's a rather poetic way to describe it. [nicer than clinical and often casual decision to format a hard drive]

Is that something you believe in, sir?

[shixiong]

[ he nods...! some rare yin yu lore! ]

It is quite common, in the place I am from. Normal, even. [ and the thing he deals with the most often! that whole ghost city thing. it's like the island of misfit toys: souls that have yet to move on exist in flux. ] There is no end to life; death is a transition between being and not being. It's a part of the natural harmony of things; you practice and cultivate to reach immortality, or you die and reincarnate and try again.

[ kind of a nice attitude to have at a murdergame, but you know. ]

[machinetranslation]

A fascinating belief system, sir! I confess I only experience and consider such practices second-hand, given that death and life aren't particularly applicable to droids, but quite enjoy hearing about them.

Where is it that you're from, Officer Yu? I'm learning about a good number of new places and cultures as of late.

[shixiong]

...The West, Zhōngguó. [ i just spent an unreasonable amount of time and research on this. wouldn't it be nice to have a canon time period? wouldn't it???.

he shakes his head after a moment, though. ] I haven't been there in a very long time. I live in a place called the Ghost City, now.

I respect you and your research

[machinetranslation]

"The Ghost City"? That's a rather foreboding name, if you'll pardon the observation, sir.

thank you i tried my best

[shixiong]

[ a nod. ]

It is a rather foreboding place, for most.

[ ?????? ]