there's always a lighthouse. there's always a beach party.

[wheremst]

[ Welcome to... a very nice beach, actually! It's very pleasant here. Carmen has set up a couple bonfires, there's some barbecues with meat to cook... and a lot of beach to hang out on! ]

Welcome to California's Pigeon Point Light Station State Park! Between Santa Cruz and San Francisco, just south of Pescadero, this lighthouse gets it's name from the Carrier Pigeon, a ship that wrecked here in 1853! ... Sorry, old habit. Go party. We have the whole place to ourselves. Most everyone here's been through something like this, or knows someone who has. And... the vending machine's bringing in some friends of yours, too.

[ It's a warm late summer night - not too hot for bonfires, but not too chilly that you need to stick by them to survive.

You've made it to the end. There are fellow survivors to meet and commiserate with, friends to meet or catch up with, and... it's over. For those of you returning, it's been about a year since the end of Round 2, and Carmen's gotten the word out to as many people as she can between trying to help this round and tracking down Round 0. If you'd like to play a hostage from the first motive, just know that they will remember it, but it's up to the player in the main round if time has passed since then or not so... it may have been a day or two ago or it may have been months! And hell with it, if you want to play a Round 0 character you suggested back in r1, come talk to us. Why not?

EDIT: Asher has gone to the trouble of making a toplevel directory for anyone intimidated by the number of pages!

Enjoy the last log of Unknown Seas! You've earned it. Love meme will come later tonight in the ooc comm. ]

Comments

[dullshooter]

Part slug. Sea slug, too. They’re marginally cuter.

[These are all important distinctions to make.]

Also, the answer to that question is long, complicated, and doesn’t make very much sense. It’s better to just smile and nod and be glad I’m not a corpse. Or else you’ll start sounding like Jonathan, and then I’d have to go full Thunderwing you.

[consfound]

That's...! How is Spinister supposed to repair you if he's not trained in biology? We don't know anyone that can treat you if you're injured! [No one in the universe is trained to handle techno-organic hybrids-- actually yes, Krok knows, but we don't talk about Scorponok.] If we can surgically remove that part before it festers...

[Grabbing Misfire's arm and inspecting it as if he bruised it while playing on the sidewalk.]

What even is this creature? How do you know it's not part of some alien's sinister plan? We really can't afford another detour.

[dullshooter]

Krok, mate, our life is detours.

[He huffs and wrenches his arm away.]

And it’s fine, I have it on good authority that a single percentage of sea slug DNA isn’t gonna make a scrap of difference. [Well for like…humans, definitely.] Ask Aiba - the robot with a human hologram - if you want to know anything else, she loves the bloody things.

[Also, probably was paying attention to the whole slugxplenation.]

Also, to circle back to my first point - we’ll need to make another one. Or be willing to expand our crew.

[consfound]

It doesn't have to be.

[Huffs and folds his arms. They already had this talk, and Krok is certain that actions will convince Misfire to do something better than lounge about and let adventures happen.]

Maybe I'll talk to her. She might give some actual answers. [Now he has to deal with freaking out about Misfire's health on top of everything else he's dealing with. Krok's suffering never ends.] Are you inviting someone else to our crew? Who?

[dullshooter]

So there’s this supercomputer.

[Misfire’s grinning, but it’s not the kind that indicates disaster. Rather, it’s one that crawls onto his face against his will.]

It’s kind of a long story. Actually it’s not if I cut out the explanations. We had to convince her - The Thinker - to help us shut the whole murder-thing down from our afterlife cruise ship, so, with her being a genius AI and all — I did the only thing I could.

I seduced her.

[consfound]

...Is she a sentient mechanical being, or is she a computer? Because either you tried to flirt with one of Cipher's goons or you hit on her version of Aequitas.

[dullshooter]

Okay, the way you’re saying the second one makes it sound like you’re living in a world where that isn’t an achievement.

[consfound]

If we're installing a supercomputer on the WAP, I'd be more comfortable if she wasn't coded to flirt with us!

[dullshooter]

There’s a lot of problems with what you just said, but the biggest one is that you think it’d be attracted to the rest of you pinheads.

[consfound]

You're dating?!

[dullshooter]

Did I not say that?

[consfound]

I didn't know if you were exaggerating!

[dullshooter]

Me? Never.

[consfound]

Misfire...

[dullshooter]

Point is - I've committed to a bit and I'm not ready to give the jig up. So what do you say?

[consfound]

[He won't say "no" to a new Scavenger, especially if she's as smart as Misfire says...]

How upset would she be if she finds out you were doing this as a con?

[dullshooter]

I’m pretty sure she already knows I’m a decepticon.

[Not what he meant.]

[consfound]

I meant that you're lying about actually having feelings for her, Misfire.

We're not the type to toy with someone's emotions to get them to join. [But kidnapping is okay.]

[dullshooter]

I’m not toying with anything!

[He half expects Dandy to pop out from the sand to point out the potential innuendo in that, but no such thing happens.]

I like her company. And talking to her. And even not talking to her. [It’s impressive how much he can downplay his own feelings whilst defending their existence.] And she’s been all alone for ages with only Cipher for company - how sad is that?

[consfound]

[Krok hasn't even met this supercomputer, and he already feels some sympathy for her. Even if whatever Misfire has with her is based on real feelings, she has plenty that's hurt her. Cipher is a human, and humans treat mechanical beings like machines. Tucked away in some computer room with no one to keep her company - what if her AI isn't just code? What if it was someone who was abandoned and whose mind was stolen for the sake of organizing death contests?

Someone with no where to do needs a home.]

What's her name?

[Fuck it, new Scavenger.]

[dullshooter]

[Misfire’s face lights up completely, to an obnoxiously bright degree, with the ”!!” basically audible.

When he goes to answer Krok’s question, his grin takes on a shade of embarrassment, but is no less eager.]

The Thinker. I asked Cipher if she’d be able to find a way to get it up and out now that New Rapture is no more — ‘cos they forgave her and we’re cool now? She owes us all one and more, so it’s basically a done deal.

[consfound]

"The Thinker?" That sounds like something Crankcase would come up with. [No offense, but...yes, full offense.] Where's New Rapture? We should come back here some time to move her onto the WAP.

[And then he will finally have someone he can talk to on his crew who won't waste their time watching terrible TV. Maybe she can do a better job at finding his old squad! And then once everyone's rich and has The Thinker guiding them, the Krok will be satisfied with his life. Surely nothing will change his mind in the next few days.]

[dullshooter]

It’s…underwater…?

[This is the best he’s got.]

[consfound]

...We don't have aquatic alt-modes.

[Well, slag.]

Can we snag a submarine from these people?

[dullshooter]

If we ask nicely, we could teleport? I did get teleported. It only tingles a little bit.