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capencowl20202020-01-14 02:31 pm
maskormods) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-14 02:31 pm
HELLO SUNSHINE
WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: STARK TOWER/THE PORTER BUILDING
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: ARRIVAL TO CAPE AND COWL 2020
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!
Stark Tower, home of the Porter located in Midtown on 9th Avenue and 52nd, hasn’t exactly gone to rot in the years since Metas stopped arriving. Rather, it has simply been absorbed into the sprawling complex of newer, more technologically advanced government buildings as Metahumans were put into their ‘proper’ place. Once a pinnacle of the City, the tower is now dwarfed by the massive government complexes besides it, now standing more as a tribute to a bygone era, a historical curiosity still cleaned but otherwise left alone except for the newest of recruits looking to see that which they’d only heard about. The once awe-inspiring, multi-story tall labs which contain the Porter are quiet, eerie. Empty. The building is connected to, but sits on the very side edge, of the mass of now primarily administrative buildings. The prisons and training post have moved to more strategic grounds. Only office workers and their normal security detail keep the old Tower and her Porter company, and both are happy to simply go about their endless days, ignoring one another.
CHARACTERS ARRIVING JANUARY 14TH
This arrangement breeds complacency. The first day, the workers simply believe it’s a computer glitch, some rat in the wires telling them the Porter is drawing power again. So the first wave of new Metas have a pretty easy go.
You arrive alone, or in a pair, or in a gaggle of others. The giant has the echo of once being impressive, but years of only weekly cleanings and a lack of human contact have left it feeling hollow. There’s no clear sign of what is happening for a moment. The first few of you may even be able to just quietly leave, walk right out onto the confusing City streets without anyone but a uniformed office clerk noticing.
After that, people start to notice. A handful of security shows up to investigate after the first hour to ask who you are, how you got in here, what the hell prank you’re trying to pull. Then an arrival is witnessed, and all hell starts to break out.
Now new Metas arrive to blaring alarms and guns at their faces, demanding you get on the floor with hands in the air. Maybe you fight free, maybe you’re taken away in power suppressing handcuffs to be ‘processed.’ Those with a quick wit or zeal for order may be able to talk their way into simply being brought the paperwork to sign on to join the government. Others will be transported to the reprogramming centers. But time works for both sides, and resistance members undercover in the office space have gotten the news too, ready to help smuggle the Metas that they can quietly out a side door with instructions on a safe house to run to.
It’s a very confusing day.
CHARACTERS ARRIVING AFTER THE 14TH
To the shock and awe of all, the Porter doesn’t stop. An unprecedented number of Metas are coming through, more at once than even the heyday of meta arrivals and freedom. And with that comes fear. The Tower is now fully secure, a small army of specially trained humans and government owned Metas prowling the halls, waiting for the next batch to arrive.
And arrive they do, again sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Many are quickly taken into custody, to be transported to the proper processing facility. Occasionally, undercover agents for the resistance are clever enough to smuggle new arrivals out. Rarely, a desperate group of Meta rebels will attack the outside of the building, granting enough time for new arrivals to simply run, sometimes still in handcuffs. How ever they leave the Tower, it’s clear this is a dangerous world these new arrivals have come into.
WHERE: STARK TOWER/THE PORTER BUILDING
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: ARRIVAL TO CAPE AND COWL 2020
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!
Stark Tower, home of the Porter located in Midtown on 9th Avenue and 52nd, hasn’t exactly gone to rot in the years since Metas stopped arriving. Rather, it has simply been absorbed into the sprawling complex of newer, more technologically advanced government buildings as Metahumans were put into their ‘proper’ place. Once a pinnacle of the City, the tower is now dwarfed by the massive government complexes besides it, now standing more as a tribute to a bygone era, a historical curiosity still cleaned but otherwise left alone except for the newest of recruits looking to see that which they’d only heard about. The once awe-inspiring, multi-story tall labs which contain the Porter are quiet, eerie. Empty. The building is connected to, but sits on the very side edge, of the mass of now primarily administrative buildings. The prisons and training post have moved to more strategic grounds. Only office workers and their normal security detail keep the old Tower and her Porter company, and both are happy to simply go about their endless days, ignoring one another.
CHARACTERS ARRIVING JANUARY 14TH
This arrangement breeds complacency. The first day, the workers simply believe it’s a computer glitch, some rat in the wires telling them the Porter is drawing power again. So the first wave of new Metas have a pretty easy go.
You arrive alone, or in a pair, or in a gaggle of others. The giant has the echo of once being impressive, but years of only weekly cleanings and a lack of human contact have left it feeling hollow. There’s no clear sign of what is happening for a moment. The first few of you may even be able to just quietly leave, walk right out onto the confusing City streets without anyone but a uniformed office clerk noticing.
After that, people start to notice. A handful of security shows up to investigate after the first hour to ask who you are, how you got in here, what the hell prank you’re trying to pull. Then an arrival is witnessed, and all hell starts to break out.
Now new Metas arrive to blaring alarms and guns at their faces, demanding you get on the floor with hands in the air. Maybe you fight free, maybe you’re taken away in power suppressing handcuffs to be ‘processed.’ Those with a quick wit or zeal for order may be able to talk their way into simply being brought the paperwork to sign on to join the government. Others will be transported to the reprogramming centers. But time works for both sides, and resistance members undercover in the office space have gotten the news too, ready to help smuggle the Metas that they can quietly out a side door with instructions on a safe house to run to.
It’s a very confusing day.
CHARACTERS ARRIVING AFTER THE 14TH
To the shock and awe of all, the Porter doesn’t stop. An unprecedented number of Metas are coming through, more at once than even the heyday of meta arrivals and freedom. And with that comes fear. The Tower is now fully secure, a small army of specially trained humans and government owned Metas prowling the halls, waiting for the next batch to arrive.
And arrive they do, again sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Many are quickly taken into custody, to be transported to the proper processing facility. Occasionally, undercover agents for the resistance are clever enough to smuggle new arrivals out. Rarely, a desperate group of Meta rebels will attack the outside of the building, granting enough time for new arrivals to simply run, sometimes still in handcuffs. How ever they leave the Tower, it’s clear this is a dangerous world these new arrivals have come into.
Tyl Regor | Closed to a newly-arrived lizard
Forget all of that. One of them was a whip-fast little critter that busted out of the Porter complex and disappeared in a haze of parkour and blood.
Well then. There was only one logical course of action: send out a message.
"Tenno! Been a while. Been too long. We should talk. Actually talk, mask to no-face. I'd tell you where to find me, but... You'll figure it out."
He sent some of the Manics up to the surface--the best, most well-behaved, the ones who could creep around for days and hardly laugh at all. At least, until one of them spotted the Tenno.
It didn't attack, instead turning and scampering off across the walls and rooftops, off to an abandoned industrial block in the outskirts of town.
A terrible temporary base. Dirty, no power, hadn't brought much supplies to work with. But that wasn't the point. This was just a space to use until he figured out what to do with this lizard.
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That wasn’t important though, not as important anyway, when she heard that message. Muscles tensed, and she wanted to reply with something snarky but it would be a lie to say she wasn’t curious. How often could she claim to some kind of semi-peaceful talk with any of the grineer that wasn’t Steel Meridian? Or Clem?
At first, the sight of a Manic made her reach for Lex but stopped when it... ran off? Of course she went after it, the message was still fresh in her mind and a Manic meant Regor.
She kept her guard up though. Especially when she found where she was being led to.
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And then, there it was. A hideous sight to see, all technocyte and Orokin gold. Six years, and he was still ready to tear it apart, sucking in an angry breath at the sight of it...
...And then let it out. Real slow. The Manic near his feet whined in confusion, unsure what to make of his reaction. "Khuss hut?" it asked.
"No. Not this one." He rolled his shoulders back, standing up straight with almost impossibly steady balance on his thin little feet.
"Six years. Thought you'd never come. Made sense at first--thought this was all one of the Lotus' sick games for a while. But the longer and weirder things went, the less certain I was." He tilted his head. "So. Is it? Not expecting an answer, though. You never really talked, did you? Might have a datapad somewhere around here, find out if you can write, at least."
Normally he'd be more than happy to just hear himself talk, but Queens and all their kuva, the lack of conversation had been driving him up the walls.
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“You’re not making any sense.” Came a synthesized voice. They’d both been at that party- but then, he’d never have been open to meeting, to talking, after that. And he knew about her as an Operator.
Ah. The Lotus knife. Luckily, a warframes lack of a face makes it easy to hide the sting.
“Has nothing to do with her. The Lotus isn’t so powerful as you think. She’d have never started waking us up if she were.” She wouldn’t have needed the Tenno at all.
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...Though the defensiveness about the Lotus was something he could do without. "Whatever. Doesn't matter. 's been six years since the Porter fizzled out--so long that I'm thinking in Earth terms." Ugh! Years were a mistake. "But now it starts up again, 'n spits you out." Thanks, Porter. Why couldn't it have been another grineer, like--okay, you know what, he couldn't think of anybody in particular, but there had to be someone better somewhere.
"And I still hate you. But I hate this planet more. So! We're going to work together. You're welcome."
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"If you hate earth so much, maybe the grineer should stop-" But she had to stop because that last part finally clicked. There would be an incredulous stare if Zephyr had the ability to do so.
"Why would I agree to that!"
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"Because you don't know the planet, you don't have resources, you don't have a zippy little lander to come pick you up when your scales start getting chapped, and because the humans are rabid little monkeys that will strip you for parts if you let them." he says, ticking off the reasons on his fingers.
"Oh, and because I'm the best thing you're going to get on this little mudball. No Tenno, no Lotus, none of your little friends. Just me." And his hordes of giggling assassins. Those too.
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"Damn."
Six years, he'd certainly have had time to build up a force large enough to overwhelm a solo Tenno. Another 'damn' was muttered, her fists clenched, and then a clearly irritated huff.
"Anything happens to me or my warframe, and I'll make you regret it. I won't let you go all Alad V on my only 'frame."
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"Excellent!" He ignores the threat, turning to face the Manic crouched behind him. Or at least, vaguely in their direction.
"Grineer! You see this lizard? That's your friend now." Glowing red eyes fade into view, up in the rafters, creeping along the floor, hiding behind rusting old human machinery. There are a lot of them.
"Except--If it hurts any of you? Kill it."
A chorus of unpleasant gurgling and hissing breaks out in response.
He half-turns back to the Tenno. "I think that's only fair."
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"Yeah. Plenty fair. That goes both ways though. No Tenno in their right mind would just trust your word."
She'd shake his hand but-
"At least we can agree on one thing though. I still hate you too. You do know this world though and I'll need that. Warframe or no, I'll stand out."