TEAM PETER PAN LOG

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TEAM PETER PAN

READY: START. Team Peter Pan roster: Albert Wesker, Dark Bakura, Goro Akechi, Karkat Vantas, Lord Light, Naoto Shirogane, Nobunaga Oda, Remilia Scarlet, Ritsu Sakuma, Shin Asuka, Shou Suzuki, Yoshiko Tsushima. The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city. However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of the open sea... This is the Team Peter Pan Event Log. You are free to toplevel and thread as you choose on this log, but only team members may utilize this log. Important links to mod toplevels are: Mod Questions & Participation Reporting. Please be aware you are responsible for reporting your own participation & objective completion efforts with links; the moderators will try to keep up with threads, but as we are currently running several teams with participation, we require you to keep us up to date! Please read each of the toplevels and instructions! The schedule for Team Peter Pan is as follows: 3RD: Objective 1 posted (9PM EST) 10TH: Objective 1 closes (8PM EST), Objective 2 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 2 wrap-up 17TH: Objective 2 closes (8PM EST), Objective 3 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 3 Part Two 24th: Objective 3 closes (8PM EST), Final city-wide log posted (9PM EST) Objectives will be given in mod toplevels to this post with instructions; please check the log currently for Objective 1 to see how this will work.

Comments

[accordance]

[ If they weren't walking, he would have folded his arms. ]

At least provide atmospheric dressing that isn't so hard to navigate, will you?

[ Not directed at Wesker, but around them - to whoever may or may not be listening. ]

[manufactured]

[That gets something of a dry noise out of him; it might have been a laugh, albeit a quiet one.]

Oh, agreed.

[At the very least there should be a stairwell around here; it seems that there's something of a written directory nearby, thank everyone involved in constructing this farce of a cruise ship.]

...Seems we're going upstairs.

[Also seems we're on the fourth floor. Good to know.]

[accordance]

[ Just one floor. This shouldn't be a problem, nope... save for the tons of holes in the steps. ]

Do you feel any different here than back in Recolle?

[manufactured]

Different...

[That's an interesting question, isn't it.]

In what way?

[accordance]

[ So that's probably a no. ]

I have been contemplating if we had not been transported elsewhere physically, merely trapped in some sort of complex simulation.

[ Given what he's been looking at. ]

[manufactured]

It's an interesting thought, though it begs the question of when you believe that was done.

[He's not denying the possibility, however, far from.]

[accordance]

When we were so unceremoniously tossed into those portals.

[ A pause. ]

Though it would be a simple matter of reconfiguration if we were originally also housed in a simulation.

[manufactured]

My thoughts exac- [oh jesus watch your step, that stair is particularly janky and he'd prefer to not lose you to the tune of two and a half floors down] -tly, mind the stairs.

[Without even missing a beat, man.]

It would certainly explain a lot about the last little while, to say nothing of this entire experience over the past several months.

[accordance]

[ He'll pause for a few moments to navigate the stairs before speaking, white hair echoing his movements like some sort of veil. ]

I had formed this theory quite a while ago. I fear if I am to announce it, there will be those who will deny the possible truth out of fear.

[ It's easy for him to accept. Not so much for humans. ]

It begets the question of why, and how. It seems a gross violation of ethics to me.

[manufactured]

Somehow I doubt the sort of people that would set something like this up are the sort to be deterred by ethics.

[God knows he's not deterred by ethics, but he's not anywhere near this vile about it.

To his knowledge, anyway.

The person whose memories he's getting back, on the other hand...]

People will believe what they like. I see very little sense in trying to alert them to it unless there's irrefutable proof or something to be done about it. It's just going to incite paranoia otherwise.

They'll come to the same conclusion eventually, assuming it's sound.

[accordance]

[ And that's what he's compelled to address. To correct that which is wrong in this world... though that's not quite the responsibility for a human to take up. A once-human, at least. ]

So we bide our time.

[ Until his divinity is restored, there's nothing much he can do. ]

Regardless, I am glad to find someone else who thinks the same way.

[manufactured]

...Likewise. I have someone that I can discuss things with, regarding the events that have been forced upon us, but we don't tend to theorize much about this particular element of it. I think he would prefer to not deal with it at all, honestly...

[That said, he steps up onto the fifth deck, assessing the general state of the floor before allowing Lucian up as well.]

I don't hear anything immediately off, but keep your guard up just the same.

[accordance]

You can speak with me.

[ Especially because they both recently had someone close to them revert. Someone whom Lucian had actually loved. ]

I will. [ He may not be armed, but at least he can be confident of not going down with a single blow ]

[manufactured]

[Yeah, that... He tries very hard not to think about that.]

...Consider the offer appreciated.

[This floor looks just as poorly-off as the rest, but thankfully dining halls tend to be large and difficult to miss, particularly ones meant to accommodate a ship of this size; it shouldn't be too difficult to find, really.]

[accordance]

[ The hall is relatively easy to get into, though navigating it is a problem. The tables look set, but there are no people, as always. ]

This makes it difficult to determine how long it was between the hypothetical kraken and us arriving.

[manufactured]

[That gets a soft noise of assent from him, although...]

Given the setup, it really does seem as though they just disappeared in some way. Everything seems set, they were drinking wine...

Assuming there was anyone here to begin with, that is.

[If this is just a simulation, it's possible that this whole thing is kind of a tropey distraction, isn't it? Something that was designed this way without ever having actually been impacted personally by living people, for whatever degree of "living" we're dealing with.]

[accordance]

[ It's almost tempting to not care about simulated carnage, really. ]

We should check out their kitchens first.

[ Tropey kraken, tropey destruction. ]

[manufactured]

[Honestly, that's why he's on board for deciding this whole thing is happening in the matrix and calling it a day - it's far easier to compartmentalize and not care about things if it's assumed to all be simulated.]

Absolutely. Though hopefully it's in a slightly better state than...all of this.

[accordance]

[ But it would also beget the question of what they would do if this was truly a simulation. Just go back to their old lives? It's never so simple. ]

Looks to be... that way.

[ Picking their way through the tables and chairs. Lucian pauses to inspect the bread - stale, might be mouldy with the water. Unsafe, then. ]

[manufactured]

Understood.

[He understands that beggars can't be choosers, but his kneejerk response to checking the bread is that he wouldn't touch it even if it weren't potentially unsafe, because ew? Ew.

...He's just sort of like that, I'm so sorry.

Granted, the kitchen doesn't seem to be faring any better - it's immediately noticeable that the appliances aren't working, and that means everything in the refrigerator is on a time limit.]

...That isn't promising.

[accordance]

[ Just their luck. But if it's a simulation... they shouldn't be too hungry. ]

Do you have gloves?

[ Even if he doesn't, Lucian will take to sorting out whatever's left. ]

[manufactured]

[...Well, that depends on how accurate the simulation is, but theoretically, yes.]

I don't, unfortunately.

[Latex or otherwise. He doesn't even wear a regular sort of gloves himself, really, though after this he's thinking he'll probably get into the habit of it.

The cabinets seem more likely to have nonperishables; he'll start there and work his way through.]

[accordance]

[ He could use his hands. They should be more durable now. ]

I'll see what I can do.

[ Meat are probably out of the question, but fish still remains. Vegetables to one side, possibly salvageable - as well as cookies, baked desserts that may be found on any normal cruise ship. ]

We need a fire.

[manufactured]

Shame that person I met back in the city doesn't seem to be here.

[The guy that can create fire with his bare hands, the one that Wesker introduced to the joy of spraypaint. He wonders how that guy's doing...

Oh, hang on.]

It seems we have viable water here. Bottled, doesn't seem to have been touched...

[It has the ship's logo on it, too, that's - ]

Apparently we're on The Crown Royal - isn't that part of one of those Caribbean cruise lines?

[accordance]

[ Water is important, as always - but the name of the ship gets him to pause. ]

It does sound like it. That would put this cruise as leaving the city.

[ And we all know how impossible that is. ]