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middleofsomewhere2019-07-13 08:02 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2019-07-13 08:02 am
To Climb
Preparation
Just after light on the seventh day since boarding the train everyone’s SCA glows with the colours of the void before showing a message. A briefing for the mission to come. No one gets much time to process this before there is a shaking, like turbulance before there’s a jolt and flash of colour.
”Welcome to Hub World#5739. Our next stop will be Ciyesia in a few hours.”
Outside the windows the void is gone. The train is winding through a mountain range. The mountains tower up around them. The sky is a beautiful blue though every now and again there is a swirl of colour, like the void is trying to break through.
The countryside wizzes by, sometimes you go past settlements, small villages of wooden houses. Sometimes you pass farmers in fields. Sometimes herds of animals, horses, camels, strange animals with six legs and curled horns.
Eventually the train slows. ”Now arriving at Ciyesia. Passengers must wear their Safety Control Apparatus. Please ensure you take all equipment needed for your mission with you when you leave the train and take extra care when you step from the train to the platform. Next stop Ciyesia.”
Arrival
And in a billow of steam the train comes to a stop. The doors hiss open and there is indeed a rickety wooden platform, fallen into disuse. Sat upon it were two children, a boy and a girl who were staring at the train with open mouths.
Before the doors were even fully opened they were off running, “Ma! Ma!”
The platform is in a clearing, surrounded mostly by trees but down the path the children took a building can be seen. If you follow the children you will find it a large homestead, with a sign outside. The Weary Wanderer. The children are on the doorstep talking to a woman and gesturing towards you.
As you approach she smiles, a little nervously. “Well. This is not something I thought I would see in my lifetime. Welcome Treckers, I offer you the hospitality of my inn.”
She gestures them in. Inside is a large common room with wooden tables. There is a fire place but the day is warm enough that it is not lit. At first glance it looks old fashioned to anyone from a modern world, even fantasy-esque for those who would recognise it as such. Indeed her and the children are dressed in simple layered, loose tunics. But then you may notice some of the candles are battery powered and! there’s a coffee machine on the bar.
“Maia can you ask our guests what they would like to drink?” The woman hands the little girl a slate and chalk before she begins rummaging around on the bar for mugs and glasses. “I’m sorry, it’s the quiet season so we aren’t quite guest-ready.”
They become guest ready in an impressive amount of time. The little boy runs off and returns a short while later with a plate of oat biscuits that he begins handing out.
Sheltered and soon to be fed it is time to learn more about this land and plan for your journeys ahead.
(OOC: Information for this event is here and the initial briefing is here
Just after light on the seventh day since boarding the train everyone’s SCA glows with the colours of the void before showing a message. A briefing for the mission to come. No one gets much time to process this before there is a shaking, like turbulance before there’s a jolt and flash of colour.
”Welcome to Hub World#5739. Our next stop will be Ciyesia in a few hours.”
Outside the windows the void is gone. The train is winding through a mountain range. The mountains tower up around them. The sky is a beautiful blue though every now and again there is a swirl of colour, like the void is trying to break through.
The countryside wizzes by, sometimes you go past settlements, small villages of wooden houses. Sometimes you pass farmers in fields. Sometimes herds of animals, horses, camels, strange animals with six legs and curled horns.
Eventually the train slows. ”Now arriving at Ciyesia. Passengers must wear their Safety Control Apparatus. Please ensure you take all equipment needed for your mission with you when you leave the train and take extra care when you step from the train to the platform. Next stop Ciyesia.”
Arrival
And in a billow of steam the train comes to a stop. The doors hiss open and there is indeed a rickety wooden platform, fallen into disuse. Sat upon it were two children, a boy and a girl who were staring at the train with open mouths.
Before the doors were even fully opened they were off running, “Ma! Ma!”
The platform is in a clearing, surrounded mostly by trees but down the path the children took a building can be seen. If you follow the children you will find it a large homestead, with a sign outside. The Weary Wanderer. The children are on the doorstep talking to a woman and gesturing towards you.
As you approach she smiles, a little nervously. “Well. This is not something I thought I would see in my lifetime. Welcome Treckers, I offer you the hospitality of my inn.”
She gestures them in. Inside is a large common room with wooden tables. There is a fire place but the day is warm enough that it is not lit. At first glance it looks old fashioned to anyone from a modern world, even fantasy-esque for those who would recognise it as such. Indeed her and the children are dressed in simple layered, loose tunics. But then you may notice some of the candles are battery powered and! there’s a coffee machine on the bar.
“Maia can you ask our guests what they would like to drink?” The woman hands the little girl a slate and chalk before she begins rummaging around on the bar for mugs and glasses. “I’m sorry, it’s the quiet season so we aren’t quite guest-ready.”
They become guest ready in an impressive amount of time. The little boy runs off and returns a short while later with a plate of oat biscuits that he begins handing out.
Sheltered and soon to be fed it is time to learn more about this land and plan for your journeys ahead.
(OOC: Information for this event is here and the initial briefing is here
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My sister is younger than I, and Irves would follow me out even when she shouldn't have. [Like following her into Aurum Vale, for one...]
My mother left our tribe when I was young, and Irves even younger. We had to help our father by hunting and gathering, or we wouldn't eat. I know Buttercup is a child...but I know what a child her age is capable of, if needed. I did it myself. I would not ask her to do anything I did not do at her age. But I also value her opinion. [Which is why she hasn't been trying to ignore her through all this, either, giving her little nods and gauging her expression. Sarai would understand if the girl told her to go to hell--but she wasn't divulging what she'd seen on the platform, either. Buttercup's secrets were hers to tell, should she choose.]
I agree with Eva...I think I was taking the long way about it, but...even though we're trying to protect her, we're not really her parents or her guardians. She ought to have a say. Whether we adults like it, or not.
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Whether it should or not, it stings when Sarai points out they aren't Buttercup's parents or guardians. Was he trying to replace Morgan with Buttercup? He didn't know.]
But there's no reason for her to take that risk here and now. Sarai, please. You had to do it to survive. This is a completely different situation. There's very little benefit to a whole lot of dangers.
Can you both honestly say children of that age are smart enough to know when a situation is too dangerous for them? No. I don't think so. They don't have enough experience to know. I think they're overly confident and will underestimate a situation and get themselves hurt.
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Of course they are smart enough and quite frankly, I think you're being patronizing and entirely unfair on how children even work. I trust that any child knows their limits and wants to expand said limits especially if it is in the company of an adult. How else would they know if it was too dangerous if they don't tag along in the company of adults? How else would they learn and grow if not by watching us adults and emulating us? Would you say a child couldn't climb a tree because they might fall? Would you rush to pick them up as soon as they started crying, thereby teaching them that as soon as they cry the world will be right there too make things better?
[A shake of her head a sigh. maybe she's reading too much into this, but she has a pair of baby sisters. And the idea of not letting them -or any child really- tag along in anything is anathema to her.]
That is what you're saying, Stark-san, even if you don't think you are. It does a child no good to be coddled and protected or told they can't do what everyone else is. It means they don't get experience in what they can handle and those limits change with experience. That doesn't mean you allow her to climb the tree alone or anyone to climb a tree alone ever. It means you're there, watching, ready to catch them if they fall and ready to pick them up if they need it.
[A breath, but she's not yet done. She has so many feelings about this.] Without experience or trial and error, no one grows to know what they can or cannot handle. And really, do you think any of here wouldn't be keeping an eye on Buttercup to make sure she's safe if she chooses to come with us?
Honestly and bluntly, if you think yes then you clearly don't know how adults even work.
[And yes, her voice is still calm.]
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[She couldn't count on both her hands, how many times a child came up to her at home telling her something was wrong. 'Red Kojin are attacking and they cornered my sister before we could both get away.' 'Miss, it's my father, there's something wrong.' Sometimes they couldn't put it into strict words, but they knew. Her tone is more musing, but whatever anger she might have felt has simply drained away. Beyond anything else, she knows Tony's heart is in the right place.]
Honestly, if she came with me, Dread would probably be there too--we tend to work together. We wouldn't let Buttercup come to harm. But if she wanted to try to pull her weight? We'd let her. I suppose that assumes you'd trust us, now, though.
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Of course I'm aware of what I'm saying. I'm the one who said it. That's exactly what I think. Children should be protected. Children can't tell their limits and they get in trouble if you aren't helping them. And then they spend the rest of their lives with a memory they can't forget. They can get themselves hurt or killed. Have you met Peter? I've had to bail him out several times or he would've died and he's not exactly a normal kid.
[There's some pain on his face, along with anger. He didn't know Peter when he was ten but god, if he had...]
And what kind of parent doesn't come when their child cries? You don't have kids do you? I do. And if I hear her cry, I come. And if Peter calls in distress, I'm there.
[His gaze shifts to Sarai. And he takes a breath, trying to calm some of his anger.]
Yes, if she goes with you and Dread I'd be okay with it. I know you aren't going to let her get hurt. I didn't mean it earlier when I said I didn't trust you to watch her. She's smart, she can learn watching you two. But.. we don't let her go off by herself and our goal is to protect her over protecting these birds things. Not that we won't do our best, but if it comes down to it. Agreed?
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She hates the fact they are all arguing about her. Even with the nods in her direction it makes her feel small and helpless. She's not helpless and if she's small well that's something she's working on.
But Tony says she's valuable and Sarai and Eva say she is capable. She's heard adults argue before, obviously, but not over her. She is aware they must discuss her but they have never done so in her presence.
She doesn't need protection, not from these light addled idiots who would turn and kill her if they knew one piece of the truth.
She wants to tell them she's not a stupid kid. She wants to tell them that she has done missions before. She wants to tell them but she can't because it would lead to too many questions.]
I do be being smart and I would no be being here if I did no be being useful. [And she would prove it to them.]
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There's time after all of this to argue, but I'm here to talk about Ciyesia, and the fact that we're finally gonna see what's outside this train.
[ she reaches over to flick the ICP over to the mission briefing. ] Red. Two days, single target. Purple, three days, monster cleanup. Blue, three or four days, escorting noncombatants. Orange, three days, gathering plants. Go.
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[Eva says with finality. Whatever else she wants to say, that could wait until later, until after the missions.
Or at least until after the more important things.] We need to plan. I don't doubt any of us could do things single-handedly, but we are, for better or worse, needing to work together.
[It's with a steadying breath she yanks her mind back to them.] Red sounds like it can be done the fastest, and if we split into two groups, we can likely do both simultaneously. That is, assuming everyone on the train wants to work in large groups. If not, then we can adjust and do what we can as best we can.
I know for one I wouldn't mind help with collecting the plants and I do want to bring as many as we can back onto the train. From the sounds of it, they'll be extremely useful to have for emergencies. I'm also willing to help with any of the other missions - as I was saying before all this started, Princess is trained to fight and he is quite powerful. He also knows Sing -it sends you to sleep-, but that's more a defence mechanism of the pippi as a whole.
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Sarai, is she going with you?
[He's angry and irritated and has decided everyone here is stupid. Don't worry, he's concluded that multiple times about the Avengers too when they've had arguments.]
That's a great idea for our teams, but make sure you have a Plan B for when there isn't anything left for you to do for the Red mission.
[This was an incredible waste of time and he's done with it. He spins on his heels and heads back out of the gym.]