ZincAboutIt

You can make one up and post in the Alleycity thread. It’s for random scenes that don’t fit specifically in any one place. edit: or you can listen to Mac

I believe so? But I don’t know if it exists in the Forged world. We never really discussed it, and in this timeline Mac is actually a semi-mythological figure to everyone but the DA.

Ooh that does sound like fun!

Vivica poked her head out from beneath her improvised blanket fort when she felt the world jolt a bit. ”Um, does anyone know what’s going on?” An unfamiliar young man asked, his voice shaking along with the walls. “There’s… weird things happening.” Speed bubble, she thought immediately, though how she knew was not clear to her. Vivica nodded at the young man and stood, managing to keep her balance. There were, indeed, weird things happening. Dr. Victoria didn’t see it, but the fear in this man’s face was a special kind of fear. Vivica had seen it many times in her dreams. People often looked at her that way. It was not terror - it was horror. She smiled and moved closer to the man, idly wondering if he had any pens. just then, someone else ran down the hallway, shouting and enfolding Dr. Victoria in a tight hug. Vivica froze at the sight of the man; Bennington floated beside her, nearly as still. There was… something about him. ”Vivica, this is my friend Reshilore, but you can call him Resh." Vivica cocked her head as the man smiled awkwardly and lost his footing, grumbling under his breath. She took a cautious step forward, then another, looking him up and down. Her eyes flicked to the doorway - open. Unguarded, for the first time in… what was it? Years? A decade? More? But no, that would be impolite. It wouldn’t do to just leave when she had so much company. ”It’s lovely to meet you, Reshilore,” Vivica said softly, stepping even closer. “Hmm, yes. Yes it is, indeed. You are strange.” Then she grinned. Bennington swam a long, sinuous loop around the man, a sign of great respect. “Very strange,” she continued, stopping when she was about a foot away. “Would you like to try on my Baking Coat?” @Ashbringer @Fatebreaker

I’ll wait for Fate to respond to our previous interaction and then react from there :]

Alright! And anyway they don’t have to be right over the entrance or something. I wasn’t planning on having Vivica be directly affected but I can change my plan if you’d like (and you too Fatebreaker, of course). If you’ve got a strong preference let me know! Vivca is technically a Seeker but she has no metal reserves since she is in a permanent insane ward

So, I’m not sure how close the room is either - it’s just on the way there. Also, putting everyone into a Cadmium bubble will make everything outside move much faster yes? If this is the case I’m not sure how to write the reaction to the entrance exploding since in theory it will happen almost immediately after the bubble is up due to increased time outside

Intriguing, Lita thought, listening to Laurelai’s suggestion. She had little experience with Forgery, other than what to look for if it was done imperfectly. Tin could spot a multitude of sins. But this was a level Lita had not considered. ”You’re welcome to attempt it.” Lita stood and set her now-empty glass back onto the bar. “If nothing comes of it, we will try the more direct route of West and Carson. One of the clerks owes me a favor, and I’ve yet to cash it in.” As she spoke, she opened one of her drawers to check on a set of spanreeds. Perfect. The one on the far left was blinking. She set it on a piece of letter stock and watched it fly across the surface. When complete, Lita picked up the page and frowned at the single sentence. What? That can’t be right. She sent a direct Alleycant transmission this time, requesting confirmation of results. The reply was just as short. Confirming: No results found. Lita chewed her lip, then sat back down, a vague queasiness twisting in her gut as she reached into her pocket for the Coin. At the same time, something bloomed within her, beautiful and hot and hungry. She flipped the Coin up into the air and caught it, green eyes fixed on the air before her, and recalled the flushed, good-natured face of the man she’d met on the night of the Festival. Reshilore. The man who, by all accounts and city records, apparently did not exist. Lita’s smile was as slender and sharp as a scalpel. Finally, a secret just for her. As they said, if you wanted something done right in this world, you had to do it yourself. @Voidus

Cool! I just wanted to make sure you weren't left hanging without anyone to come interact with you is all. I know how that can be frustrating. You are welcome to keep your plans to yourself as you see fit. I'm not after your plans.

@Thaidakar the Ghostblood is there anything in particular you're hoping to do with your character in the hospital thread? You don't need to tell me, of course, but it might give others an idea of who to write into an interaction with him. :]

Lita listened to Laurelai’s report, slowly sipping her whiskey and feeling the tension bleed away. The momentary panic, the disorientation, seemed to be a distant memory now. The situation at hand reasserted itself, and Lita turned her attention once again to the two portraits. She tapped the face of the woman with the back of her pen, then cocked her head. “Interesting. Lightweavers usually have a Zinc tongue when it comes to deception. Could be she had an Illumination spike, but then, she’d almost certainly be working for us. Maybe a Truthwatcher?” Lita shrugged. “I’ll look into our records.” She had little time for Radiants. Most were terribly stuffy and always hung up on oaths and promises. Lita moved on to the second portrait, the one of the well-dressed man. She tapped her tongue against the back of her teeth and felt herself smirk. ”Ruin but you weren’t wrong about this fellow, were you? If there were more men like this in the city I’d still be doing fieldwork.” There was something familiar about his face, though Lita couldn’t place it. It niggled at her, and she wrinkled her nose in irritation. “You say you found his tailor? That could be useful. Who is it?” @Voidus

Vivica woke up on the floor. That wasn’t so unusual; she woke up on the floor rather often. Bennington swam in agitated loops as she picked herself up and looked out the window. It was a lovely day, all blue sky and golden light. There was a sound at the door, and Vivica brightened. “Another visitor Bennington! So many visitors today.” A woman entered, green eyes bright in a face framed with dark curls. “Good day Vivica. And how are you feeling today?” ”Good afternoon Dr. Victoria.” Vivica smiled, allowing her teeth to show. She liked the doctor. Dr. Victoria wasn’t quite like the Professor, but she was close. She didn’t always seem afraid of Vivica, which was refreshing. And she was interesting, because Vivica never dreamed about her in the other life. Vivica liked interesting people. “It’s been a very busy day, Dr. Victoria. You’re my fourth visitor, if you count Ishima with the lunch tray. I would have put on my Baking Coat for all this company, but they still won’t allow me to dress myself.” As she chatted, Bennington looped around the doctor, his body back to cheerful violet. He wiggled his tentacles and pulsed. ”Bennington says you look lovely today, by the way.” Vivica felt the hospital lurch beneath her as the earth began to shake; out in the hall, something clattered as it fell. She sat back down onto the floor and smiled at Dr. Victoria. Somehow she always ended up back on the floor. Ah well. @Fatebreaker

I’ve also been assuming it’s been about a month or thereabouts

It isn't silliness, it is SCIENCE!

Nonsense, we are people of high culture here. None of that type of silliness. This is Serious Roleplay

Forgot where she was? Well, Laurelai did have a sort of natural grace about her Alleytravel, something that was very rare for a beginner. Lita forced herself to remain silent as Laurelai tore out her sketches. They actually weren't half bad, now that she looked at them. Might even be able to get some kind of lead off of them if she asked the right people -- Laurelai grimaced as if in pain, putting her hand up towards her temple while her other hand clutched another piece of paper. "What is it?" Lita asked, immediately trying to get a look at the paper and fighting down a very unreasonable level of panic. "Did you stare too long into the Void? Did something touch you? God Beyond is that one of he Eldritch Department's ink blot tests? I told them not to prank my agents, how many times do I have to hammer it home that not every denizen works better after a complete mental breakdown?" Lita drew in a deep breath - why was she so worried? Sure, Laurelai was promising, and she was certainly better company than about eighty percent of the Department, but it wasn't as though they were friends. A phantom peal of laughter. Crystal in her hands, the smell of smoke in the air, the taste of port on her tongue. Lita leaned against the wall of the Alley for a moment, struck by sudden vertigo. Was the Alley doing this to them? She was sure she'd marked it as safe, but they did have a way of changing. "Rust this," she muttered, taking Laurelai by the upper arm in a firm grip and Alleytravelling back to her office. She released the young woman and walked behind her desk, removing a slender decanter from the bar against the wall. Lita poured herself a glass of amber whiskey - it was too early for port, and she was too irritated - and mixed in a pinch of Tin powder. She looked at Laurelai for a moment, then slid her a glass across the desktop. "Here, drink that. Then give me your report." @Voidus

Not even the Stranger could Forge that kind of lie

Nothing like a little shadow kelpie to achieve that silky smooth texture

You’re welcome to it! Vivica loves visitors unless they are there to eat her memories

Lita knelt and set another log in the fireplace, watching the flames lick hungrily at the dry wood. She could have turned on the central heating, but there was something comforting about a real fire in the hearth. Perhaps it reminded her of home. She stood, brushing the ash from her hands. Nostalgia, Lita? How long had it been since Scadrial was “home”? It felt like ages, though it had only been three years. Something moved on her desk, and she turned from her musing. The little silver pen was twitching. Good. Hopefully Laurelai had something to report besides a well-dressed administrator. Lita crossed to the desk and picked up the pen, turning the end and making quick work of the translation. ‘A little info’ was not what she had hoped for, but then, Laurelai was not a trained spy. It was likely a small miracle that she managed to get any at all what with two other suspicious individuals also looking in the same place. Lita raised an eyebrow at Laurelai’s rather blithe suggestion of “ducking in and out of Alleys.” That was something even Lita avoided unless she was in a great hurry. Jumping in and out of multiple Alleys was asking for trouble. It was far too easy to miscalculate, step wrongly, or be wearing the incorrect color - any of which could lead to a messy end. “Ah well,” Lita said aloud, pocketing the pen and stepping to her door. “Wouldn’t want to lose a new agent so soon. I’d never hear the end of it from Acquisitions.” She stepped forward, the stiletto of her heel hitting the smooth tile of the Alley outside her office, then she bent reality, her Tin burning high, seeking out the presence of a novice. It wasn’t hard to find her. Immersed in the swirling matrix of the Alleys, Laurelai appeared as a dove amongst vultures. Lita reached out and snagged her wrist, pulling her out of the path of something vast and hungry, and brought them both to a safer, nondescript Alley close to the outer edges. Lita crossed her arms, both eyebrows lifting when she noticed that Laurelai had been sketching while wandering. ”Well if I knew you had a death wish, I’d have made you an R&D intern and saved myself the trouble.” @Voidus

Aln: I need to find out how and why the DA is causing these anomalies! Laurelai: I need to tell the DA everything I can learn about these anomalies because it’s not them and that’s worrying! Ronald: *perusing files* Ladies can’t get enough of these silk pocket squares.

Vivica and the Shadow Kelpie

Yes of course, I was talking more about IC random role play as opposed to pre arranging an encounter

The chances of spiking vs surviving depend entirely on which DA character you encounter and whether or not you can give the impression that you’ll be more useful as an acolyte than as a spike or test subject My suggestion is to choose carefully and be interesting