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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2018-05-18 10:45 am

+ The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to You +

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Saturday, May 19th - Wednesday, May 23rd.
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch-all for the Kyln / Sierra Madre event!
The Story:

For the duration of this event, the entire mansion will be part space jail, part apocalyptic wasteland desert with an abandoned hotel/casino. On the third day an escape route not previously discovered in the Kyln appears and breakouts can be planned...

...Only for everyone to find themselves walking through a large glass prison toward the toxic gas filled wasteland of a desert, the Sierra Madre. Does the prison look better than the toxic cloud outside? If you're stuck in the prison after dark beyond day 3, you'll be forced into and locked in your cell for the night. But at least locked away, nothing from the outside can hurt you. If you try to brave the actual elements in the desert it might be a little hard to breathe. The air has pockets of toxic gas and even a few seconds of exposure could prove deadly. And watch out for the Ghost People.

Inside the abandoned hotel/casino you'll find shelter from the gas and ghosts, but beware the holograms that are 50/50 with their attitude. Prison beatings, a beating from the holograms, which one Would You Rather? And whatever you do, don't try on the collars lying around unless you like to explode. Literally.

[ This is a catch-all for all your prison/desert needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and either a cell number or just a location if you didn't feel like randomizing it or you're making a top level for a public place (like the dining hall or wandering the hotel/casino). Here's the plot post if you need it!

Have fun! ]
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[personal profile] stickingplaces 2018-06-02 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
So it's healthy

[He says, as if to say, 'that makes sense!'. Makes sense of why it tasted so... like it tasted. He's nodding. He knows enough to know that yeast is alive, so the idea of extracting anything from it leaves him with a whole lot of questions that he'd prefer not to have answered. Better to be content with the fact that Peggy Carter saw fit to look out for his health. He does look rather pleased. Until, that is, he glances around the inside of Rip's cell again.]

Oh yeah, bandages. Can I get anything else for you? For her?
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[personal profile] directed 2018-06-02 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortified, at the very least. And it lasts without much effort made in way of storage. [Making it rather perfect for use among troops who could expect to survive on nothing but their rations for weeks, perhaps months at a time. For Peggy it would've been a taste of him--moreso given that she was working for an American unit, and for a brief moment, Rip wonders how marmite might do in a dessert.

But that is a question for when they've returned to the mansion. Peter asks a much more appropriate one for their current circumstances.]
Keep your eye out for anything clean, or something that might help pass the time. A book or a deck of cards perhaps. [He'd gotten his hands on a rubber ball earlier, but Peggy's main form of entertainment with that had been to attempt to leave a welt on Rip's back with it.

(She'd been more successful with the food trays.)]


Oh, and if you're planning on offering her your meals? Eat some of them first. You won't get anywhere if she can tell you're starving yourself in an effort to be kind. Not unless a lecture is what your goal is.