first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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Kirito | OTA

[huaaaaagh]

Try not to crash in a lake;

[Hey, it's a new planet! Moon, whatever. Either way, it's Kirito's habit to explore the new areas in his spriggan form, taking off into the skies with his fairy wings to get a feel for the region. He uses the mask, of course. He's not stupid. Heck, he even goes out and finds himself a fun, glow-in-the-dark insect-esque mask to go with the wings while he explores.

He'll be diving in closer to the surface to study some of the scenery, so flag him down at will!]

He probably crashed in a lake;

[The downside of being a normal human being who's spent a lot of time bedridden in a hospital during crucial development years: sometimes his immune system is shit. Too much exploring in the nasty atmosphere, even with the gas mask, means Kirito isn't feeling too hot. He's bundled himself up in some sad corner of the spaceport, sans the fairy form, drinking carefully-filtered tea and reluctantly listening to a tourist-loving local lecture him about venturing recklessly into danger. Like that ever works on him.

Someone should probably rescue him. Or, more importantly, get him to a med bay or something. He's too stubborn to get himself to bed, and it's cozy here.]

This is why the indoors are always better for you;

[Once he's recovered, lesson learned, Kirito sticks to the indoor areas, venturing outside only long enough to go from one building to another. Since there isn't much else to see that would interest him, he spends some time poking around area where the War Games are held, because they're a pretty fascinating aspect of the culture, and it's right up his alley.

Most of the physical games aren't the sort that he'd be good at, but once he gets the basic gist of how the system works, he might just go about trying to bait people into taking him on in one of the strategy games.

This may or may not work out as planned.]

lake is one letter away from like :D

[pneumo]

[ If it helps any, Kirito's not the only one who'd felt unwell due to general exposure to the planet. He had the poor-conceived idea to search for someone via scent outside without a mask and subsequently threw up everywhere. Following that he's been trying to avoid going outside, but the safe and filtered areas indoors (like where Kirito is currently) are okay enough, and it's there that he spies his super best new-friend ever...

...and drops his arms around the teen's shoulders from behind despite the local's insistent conversing. ]

You're here~!

god help the both of them :D

[huaaaaagh]

[SDJKFHDJKFHSDJKF that tea is going everywhere when he jumps. Holy crap, dude, don't scare the paranoia sickie.]

S-Sascha!? What are you doing here?

[And now the local's even more annoyed, but at least she's stomping off now. Hopefully will be back with more tea later.]

8Db

[pneumo]

Visiting!♥ [ That poor local...and poor Kirito. Now he's all wet and smelling...well, like tea which is better than the smell he carries in general right now after that spill in the lake, yeesh.

Sascha's going to nuzzle into his cheek happily though, before making a face. ]

....You smell like factory.

[huaaaaagh]

[Kirito honestly lacks the energy to even try to shove Sascha off, so he just makes a face and tries to tilt his head out of range, tucking his blanket more tightly around himself now that he's feeling gross and wet.]

Gee, thanks.

[He's not protesting the observation, though. He's pretty sure he knows what he smells like- he could smell it right before he divebombed into the yuck.]

[pneumo]

[ Denied. Sascha's going to follow and lean on him full-tilt, nuzzling away. And not sniffing him now. ]

Did you go outside? Because it's awful, haha! [ Your smell :D ]

[huaaaaagh]

[RUDE

Kirito just lowers his head to bury it in the blanket, trying halfheartedly to escape. Why are you so weeeeeird.]

I didn't think it would be this bad. Aren't the gas masks supposed to stop people from getting sick?

[pneumo]

...Did you wear one outside? [ BECAUSE HE'S YOUR SUPER-DUPER BEST FRIEND KIRITO, goshhhh. You need his love. and totally not the other way around ]

[huaaaaagh]

Of course I did!

[He's offended you even have to ask, gosh. He's not that dumb! just dumb enough to crash land on the worst planet ever for it]

The problem is that the water here is extra toxic, or something. They should put up more warning signs.

A

[geonomy]

[Guess who else has taken to the skies? Clay knows he probably shouldn't be up here, but he couldn't resist. Now that he has sort-of wings, he's yearned to fly again. So, gas mask strapped on and covered head to toe in clothing underneath his flight suit, Clay flies, arms outstretched and gaze fixed below him. God, this moon is awful... He really needs to figure out what happened here.

But he hears a familiar ringing sound. Attention taken away from the ground, he looks toward it, grinning once he sees Kirito - though it probably can't be seen due to the mask and all.]

KIRITO!

[Because hell knows he can't be heard normally with this mask on, so might as well shout as loud as he can to be try to be heard over it and the wind.]

[huaaaaagh]

[With the wind the way it is, and the mask half-covering his ears, it takes him a couple of seconds to realize the noise was out of place. He twists around to seek out the source, concerned, but one he recognizes Clay, his expression shifts to a smile and he flits closer, syncing up with Clay's flight path.]

Hey! You're pretty brave, flying around in this mess.

[Takes one to know one, dipshit]

[geonomy]

Like you're one to talk!

[He's not the only flier here, man. And he's a bit in awe, a bit inspired, just like last time; Kirito has full control over his wings, while Clay has to keep relatively still or else risk falling. He'll have to work on that.]

It's pretty bad though, huh? [He looks ahead at the cloud of haze, noting that some of the landscape can't even be seen like this.] Even worse than LA, and that's saying something!

[huaaaaagh]

[It's all about practice, buddy. You'll get there!

Kirito grins briefly behind the mask - he's well aware of the hypocrisy, thank you - before his expression turns serious, following Clay's gaze.]

LA, that's... Los Angeles, right? It's really polluted there?

[geonomy]

Yup. Some of the worst in the USA. There's efforts to fix it but, well, you know.

[Politics, laws, the fact that that kind of poisoning takes a while to heal from in the first place...]

[huaaaaagh]

Yikes. I was looking at schools in that area.

[Maybe he should start researching environmental conditions on top of educational reputation...]

[geonomy]

The schools are really good! I went to the University of California for my astronomy degree. If you can handle the pollution [and fires and earthquakes and lack of water], then the schools are definitely worth it. I mean, I'm not dead yet! [hahaha]

[huaaaaagh]

If I survived up until now and got killed by pollution, I know people who would probably bring me back somehow just to kill me themselves. If I didn't die of shame first.

[After SAO, Sugou, and Death Gun? Actual life-threatening experiences? Nah.]

The education does have a really good rep, though. Technology has made some amazing strides in that part of the world.

space port

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb has had his fair share of exploring this dead mess of a place. Not that he is in the best of moods to begin with but this only makes everything worse. He cannot find his siblings and he cannot find a sword either.

What he does find is a young man, almost a boy, huddled up in a corner while sipping something that looks like hot broth.]

Are you sick?

[If so, he should not be here at all.]

[huaaaaagh]

[Kirito squints up, the unfamiliar voice making him wonder if it's even him that the guy is asking. He coughs awkwardly into his sleeve, lowering his soup.]

Um, yes. Don't worry, though, it's not contagious.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Fevers never are.

[Unless it is the kind of fever that came with a cold. Those had everyone in Winterfell sneezing, coughing and chained to the bed.]

Must I get you a mae [Oh, yeah, there are no maesters here.] ...a medic?

[huaaaaagh]

[A may-what-now?]

There's this bossy lady over by the cafe - [He gestures to a counter area where a woman is serving drinks and light food.] She keeps shoving tea and soup at me. She says I'm not supposed to go outside, even with a mask on, until my body settles down a little. I'll find a doctor then.

Thanks for the offer, though. Do you have a lab augment or something?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Is that bossy lady a doctor then? [Not that he is one.] Gods be good, I would not even go outside at all. Mask or no mask. Sick or not. Have you seen this place? How did they...?

[Augment? Ah, okay...] The thing inside my head, not? No, I believe it is a security one. But I know people who have a more...doctor one.

[huaaaaagh]

She's not a doctor, just... an expert, really. She sees a lot of people come into this place sick from all the pollution. And yeah, it's... not great outside. That's why I'm like this.

[He takes a long swig from his soup, exhaling a sigh.]

Avoid the water, for sure. It's not good for you.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It is a bit foolish of you that you took off your mask, then. [Robb’s voice remains light and with a slight worried undertone.] I think that nothing here is good for anyone. These people should build a space ship and fly it to another planet.

[Finally he crouches down in front of the other.]

Must I get you anything else? If you wish to rinse off the poison...I believe our ship has these... [What were they called again?] ...it is like hot rain coming from the ceiling.

[huaaaaagh]

I didn't take off my mask, I crashed into a lake. Which is probably worse, but there's not much I can do about it now.

[He shrugs. The guy's not wrong- everything about this place is wrong and likely harmful. Why they stopped here, he has no idea.]

I'm okay for the moment, but... it's a shower, that's what they're called. That'd probably be good for me.

[Maybe it would be good to have an escort or something, in case he falls over.]