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OKCINDR POST #2

Ever wanted to have CR with a character and wasn't sure how to get them to cross paths? Wanted a dating app so you can hook up with hot people? Wanted to just find friends because you're a lonely bastard?

With the update of the tablets and the apps, we now have a dating / friendship app called OKCINDR! Players can use it as they please for the two months that it's up -- just imagine that they're profiles to swipe right on and everything. The idea is to encourage CR that may be difficult to get with characters who may or may not be interested in events / posts / logs / other network posts.

So, on July 2nd, characters randomly look back at their tablets to see the following:

OKCINDR PROFILE RESET #2
PLEASE RESET PROFILE

This month, if players reset their profile, they will have a list of their choice of questions to answer:

- what is your favorite color, and why?
- describe your ideal date
- what's your favorite food, and are you able to cook it yourself?
- tell us about your very favorite hobby
- do you fear death?
- do you wake in the morning staring into the abyss, wondering if it stares back?
- what constitutes "life"? are you "alive?" how do you know if you are "living?"
- if you could be any animal, what would it be, and why?
- tell your favorite joke

Players, of course, are able to ignore this message. However, if a character wouldn't fill it out but a player would like to participate... the profile mysteriously resets itself. There may even be responses sent from Character A to Character B without Character A actually doing anything, if you'd like! This is a completely opt-in scenario! But for players who would like to participate fill out the post:

network profile

Character_Name

@username

ABOUT_ME

CODING

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If you'd like to for shits and giggles, here's some notifications that may be used:

Name (@username) followed you

Name (@username) unfollowed you

Name (@username) blocked you

Have fun! Code credit.

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Aww, ain't that sweet? Not a lot of boys would admit that, ya know. There ain't nuthin wrong with showin your gentle side.

That ain't something that needs advertising though.

Aw, come on. A sensitive man is mighty popular with the ladies.

Really now? Says who?

Says me. I normally like my men passionate, romantic, caring, strong, know how to handle themselves in a fight, willing to bet all odds, and maybe a bit of a numskull.

Ha! Only a *bit* of a numbskull?

I do admire a woman who knows what she wants. What's your name, darlin'?

Can't have them a full-blown numbskull! I don't mind cleanin up messes, but then when will I have time to give him a back rub?

My name's Rogue, I'm new around Aldrip, and I'm still tryin to get my bearings down.

Maybe he ought to tidy his own messes and give you the massage instead? Seems win-win to me.

Rogue, I'm Leonard, and it's a real pleasure to meet you. I'm new to Aldrip and all this mess, too.

After what I've been through the last few months, I'd welcome a massage. Gettin one ain't so easy for a gal like me.

Then maybe we can stick together. I'm always lookin for friends and what not. As long as they're fine with what I am.

Edited 2024-07-06 01:36 (UTC)

( twinging his 'person in potential crisis'!Doctor Sense there, Rogue. )

Another friend would be good to have around these parts. Safety in numbers, after all.

I'm sorry if I'm overstepping here, but are you all right?

You're not overstepping, Sugar. And I ain't gonna climb a tree and tell you a lie that I'm fine as peach fuzz.

Went from surviving a genocide, to the world ending, to here can make your week one hell of ride.

My God. I'm so sorry, I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now.

Are you somewhere safe? Do you need help?

That's alright, Hon. I don't even know how I'm feelin, hahaha. Besides wanting to seek justice for those who died.

But I'm safe as I'll ever be. Been moseyin around in the sky all mornin'. Keeps my head on straight.

Yeah. I do understand that.

...In the sky?

Yeah. I guess I oughta address the elephant in the room, but I'm a mutant. I don't LOOK it, but I was born with powers. Where I'm from, some people don't know they are one until it awakens within them. Mainly during puberty.

I discovered mine when I had a boyfriend and when we kissed, I drained all of his energy and he fell unconscious and got rushed to a hospital. He was in a coma for 3 days, but after that, he was good again.

I learned then whenever I touch someone, I take not only their strength, but I gain all of their memories, their smarts, sometimes absorb their physical features, and essentially become them. It ain't permanent, I do go back to myself after a few hours and some of their knowledge do leave me, but some stay. I still remember the steps and what to do during childbirth and C-sections.

But being touched by me is dangerous, and I can't always control it. My ex was one of the lucky ones, cuz not everyone wakes up from their coma. So I wear a full bodysuit to protect myself and others. Now for me being able to fly and have super strength, that's... another long tale.

( reading along as each reply comes up on his phone, he can't help but feel a deep pang of sympathy for her, commingled with a quiet sense of horror, for the pain she must have endured, forced to come to grips with such a power at such a vulnerable time in her life. did she have any support? from her family, or others – mutants – like her?

full of questions, compassion, and not wanting to make her feel like she has to publish more personal information on a public network, he hedges, then responds. )

Well, Rogue, you can talk my ear off whenever you like. I got plenty of time.

Have you had breakfast? I heard there's a little place near the beach that has pastries, and coffee with chicory, New Orleans-style.

[ reading his message brings a smile to her face, a real one at that. she had been surrounded by bigotry from humans for so long, that she has forgotten that not all of them are like that. it seems lenoard is one of the rare good ones. ]

You're as sweet as potato pie. Likewise with me, Sugar. I'd love to hear more about you and what your world was like.

And you had me at New Orleans. Never really been to Louisiana, but I lived right next to it!

A Mississippi gal? I'll be darned; Ole Miss is where I went to medical school!

Meet you there in a few?

Small world! Yeah, I'll meet ya, Hon ;)

( the beach is only a short hike away at a leisurely pace, stepping out the back door and taking the little path Spock had shown him. it's a beautiful day, blue from sky to surf, and so bright he's glad he remembered to grab sunglasses.

the cafe itself is a tiny place with a large covered patio, meant for patrons to order inside first and then seat themselves. Bones opts to wait for her by the entrance, and shoots off a text to let her know he's there. )

[ maybe rogue spent a little too much time making sure she is all ready to go. she is grateful that her bodysuit came along with her to this strange island, given the outfit she arrived in suffered through a battle with bastion (let alone, it's a winter attire).

but the woman couldn't help but to feel just a tad bit guilty for going out to meet this newly friend, however. especially when gambit's coat is staring her down on a chair while she fluffs up her hair. in spite of the app being a dating app, she isn't going out to actually date the man. it's just a friendly outing with a new friend for breakfast. and after all, she can't gather info about their circumstances, and how to return home if she doesn't socialize. remy would want her to make new friends and not be a shut-in. right?

after a little while, the mutant flies out and makes her way to the cafe where she promised bones to meet up. at his text message, she replies with a "look up!". and soon, rogue will be seen gliding in the skies before landing a few feet away from the man when she lands with grace. a warm smile dances on her face as she walks over; waving. ]

Well, Howdy, Good-Lookin'! Hope you weren't waitin' long.

( given that ping, he surely does look up– and watches with awe as she comes into view as if from a dream, the late morning sun caught in her vibrant red hair. there are many wonders he's witnessed during his years in space: the birth of stars, the first sunrise on a new world, meeting countless peoples and their cultures. Bones has never seen a person fly as if gravity were a mere suggestion, to be ignored at a whim.

then she has the sheer audacity to sound like a fond memory, that warm, sweet Mississippi accent. it draws out his own relaxed Georgia drawl all the easier, and plasters a delighted smile on his face. )

Darlin', somethin' tells me you're worth the wait. ( he gives her a wink and, seeing the gloves on her hands, offers out his without an ounce of hesitation. )

Glad you could make it, Rogue.

Edited 2024-07-21 01:32 (UTC)

[ the wonderful thing about this meet up is that he is who he is on the photo, the southern dialect isn't for kicks, and he doesn't seem all that taken back by her bodysuit and gloves. it sets her more at ease, and she takes a hold of his hand — first to give a firm handshake greeting, and well... she'll keep a grip on it until/if he pulls away first. ]

Tryin' to butter up my biscuit already? We haven't eaten yet. [ she teases. ] — It's glad to meet ya too, Leonard. Let's get crackin', huh? Don't wanna burn out daylight.

Edited 2024-07-22 22:53 (UTC)

Yes ma'am.

( a bodysuit is a pretty common sight where he's from, and as for her gloves, well, they seem like common sense for someone with a power like hers. ever the gentleman, McCoy keeps hold of her hand until he steps aside, indicating that she ought to precede him through the open cafe door. )

After you.

( it's truly as small as it looks, really just a counter to order at, with a glass case of pastries and local fruit to choose from, and cups of coffee already being poured for them. efficient little place, he thinks. )

[ she grins warmly as she strolls on in first, and despite it being small and a little quaint from what she is used to, rogue is still a bit in awe and hunches over to browse at the display. the pastries and fruit, she wants both things, but admittedly she is... without money.

since her time here, she's been holding up at the inn where owners provide the newcomers free housing and food for the month. in time, she knows a job will need to come into play for her, and that will be an interesting concept to deal with when she comes across it. she never went to college, and after she discovered her powers, it was straight to the professor's school (sorta). not wanting to look too desperate over her eyeballing of the sweets, the mutant straightens her spine and turns her attention to the coffee. ]

What kinda treat ya gettin'?

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