OKCINDR POST #5

[expiationmods]

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 January 2nd, characters randomly look back at their tablets to see the following:

OKCINDR PROFILE RESET #4
PLEASE RESET PROFILE

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

- What is the maximum amount of sheep you have counted when trying to fall asleep?
- Is it harder to forgive yourself, or to forgive others?
- How strongly do you feel that the past defines a person?
- What is your dream?
- Why would an android's dream contain electric sheep? Are they particularly drawn to livestock animals?
- If you could return to one specific moment in your life, would you?
- How do you wake up from a dream?
- Please
- Wake up
- You must wake up

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

<lj-raw><div style="display:flex;align-items:center;font-family:tahoma,arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;color:#333;"> <img src="ICON_URL" style="height:33px;width:33px;background:#587AC0;border-radius:100%;padding:2px;box-sizing:border-box;margin:0 -8px 0 0;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/zhQOLFl.png" style="margin:0 5px -15px 0;height:17px;position:relative;"> Name (@username) followed you </div></lj-raw>

Name (@username) unfollowed you

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Name (@username) blocked you

<lj-raw><div style="display:flex;align-items:center;font-family:tahoma,arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;color:#333;"> <img src="ICON_URL" style="height:33px;width:33px;background:#587AC0;border-radius:100%;padding:2px;box-sizing:border-box;margin:0 -8px 0 0;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/Qu752sX.png" style="margin:0 5px -15px 0;height:17px;"> Name (@username) blocked you </div></lj-raw>

Have fun! Code credit.

Comments

[manifestering]

Really
Mine is not
Mars
Red dirt and rock all the way around outside of the terraformed areas

[Tell him about climates, he's heard of those...]

[runeing]

I am unfortunately unfamiliar with it.

You would be surprised to see Runeterra, then. The different lands are not different just by name but by their nature, climate, resources, peoples... you name it.

[manifestering]

Oceans
?

Mars has no naturally occurring seas

[Sorry, who cares about culture when they've never seen Big Water--]

[runeing]

Oceans, yes.

I would show you if I could. It sounds like your home is much more uniform than Runeterra... I would not mind knowing more of it, too. It sounds rather fascinating. Perhaps we shall exchange notes on our home planets, as well.

[manifestering]

We could
The colonies are an interesting feat of human progress if nothing else
But between them is red rock and nothing else

[runeing]

If that is truly the case, it must be a feat indeed, to thrive in such an environment.

[manifestering]

Oh yes
Of many
Man has lived in worse places than poor Mars

[runeing]

As a race, we do excel at... adapting.

You can tell me more of Mars later. I would like to hear of it.

[manifestering]

I would enjoy that
We will have a cultural exchange of sorts
With another drink
?

[Don't misinterpret this as him offering to pay for it, oops—]

[runeing]

Is that your way of asking to be invited out for another drink?

[ it's quite cute, actually, in a very... octavian way. ]

I'm not opposed. Consider this your invitation.

[manifestering]

[that's how he gets ya]

Oh you noticed
Good and thank you
I enjoyed our last outing
This time shall I select the drinks
?

[runeing]

As hard as it was, yes.

[ sorry for the two-second sarcasm break, it's okay, he still finds it cute, ]

So did I. And yes, I believe I'd like that. Choose carefully.

[manifestering]

[It's fine, sarcasm in service of how charming he is is perfectly acceptable—]

I have recalled a sweet drink you may enjoy
But I will have to describe it when we are on location
I do not know what it would be called here

[runeing]

[ wait, what is this — he somehow simply assumed that octavian would choose something that he himself remembers liking, very much how viktor had immediately made him try his favourite drink... but no. apparently he's thought of something that might appeal to him, and that makes him pause for a moment and experience an emotion or two. ]

I look forward to trying it, then, if they have it.

Shall we meet at Lupin, again?

[manifestering]

[this too is how he gets ya, or: he likes Viktor, ergo, Viktor gets the attention and consideration that most people do not. Very simple, he won't elaborate.]

I know the ingredients in any case

And yes let us meet whenever you are available

[runeing]

I shall finish a few conversations, and then I am free. I would not have the distractions later.

[ read: let him somehow get rid of many conversations he isn't all that interested in having, and table the few that are somewhat interesting, so he doesn't have to listen to the tablet notifs while they're out. ]

Will an hour do?

[manifestering]

[Just leave them on read and turn the sound off, that's what Octavian would do. Possibly will be doing, it depends. Still,]

In that case I am looking forward to monopolizing your time

An hour is fine

[runeing]

[ if they don't get the hint... yes, he will in fact do that. ]

So am I.

[ coming from mr. "oh this isn't my bedroom" — ]

I will see you soon, then.

[ and he does — he does end up just muting the tablet in the end, but picks up something on the way to lupin, so he's carrying a small plastic bag with him when he gets there. ]

[manifestering]

[Good luck with your conversations, Viktor— Octavian doesn't even take his tablet with him when he goes out, why should he, it's too much effort to carry around. He leaves it sitting in his house and heads out to Lupin, but he doesn't go inside early to preorder drinks like Viktor had done the first time. Mostly because he'd have to loiter around inside and, god forbid, maybe make smalltalk... shudder.

So he's waiting outside for Viktor, folding and unfolding a small piece of paper. Ah, and there he is,]

Hello. Good to see you.

[And to business, going inside. He gestures for Viktor to pick a table and fully expects him to pick the same one as last time, ahem,] I will see if our drink of choice exists.

[runeing]

[ the life hack is choosing a bar where you know the owner — and when the owner isn't inclined towards small talk either, well, all the better. ]

You too, [ he answers and means it quite genuinely. as for the pick of the table, well, octavian is in luck, because viktor prefers routine in things like this... and it is the most remote table available, which has a particular appeal to it. ]

Best of luck. [ said dryly, as always, like getting drinks is akin to going off to war — which, again, if it includes small talk it might as well be, ]

[manifestering]

[Knew it, there he goes, love that dedication to routine. Octavian heads for the bar with his piece of paper, which is a list of ingredients for what amounts to a Shirley Temple, not that Mars calls them that anymore. It's actually slightly imbalanced, with extra grenadine to make it Very Red, and Octavian makes sure to request an extra cherry for each one.

He brings the drinks over to Viktor and judges them briefly, then gives Viktor the one that looks slightly more red. It'll be sweeter.]

Here you are. At home we would call this a Red Desert. Not very original. Or dry.

[runeing]

[ he can't help but feel slightly wrong-footed, still, metaphorically instead of simply physically — octavian returns with the drinks, deliberates on which one to give him, and the sheer quiet thoughtfulness of it all makes his breath catch.

he manages a smile, though, a quirk of his lips as he huffs out a sound that lands several paces away from a real laugh and yet expresses his amusement regardless, ]

It is very red, though.

[ so at least it's got that going for it, name-wise... he takes the glass and lifts it, to clink it gently against octavian's. ] I do appreciate this, [ he says, quiet but genuine, before taking a sip — and his expression brightens instantly, eyes warm and delighted. ]

Yes, I do appreciate this.

[manifestering]

Partial credit, [he says, for the drink's name. Red yes, Desert no, but effective enough? Sure. He's a split-second late to move his glass to meet Viktor's for that clink, so it's a little louder than it should be; just another one of those normal living people things he isn't used to anymore. This drink he sips more readily than the sweetmilk, if only because he knows what to expect, but his gaze lingers on Viktor over the rim of the glass, to see what he thinks of it.

Ah, and it's a grand success, so he'll allow himself a moment to feel smug and accomplished about that. He's doing so good at this.]

I thought you might. Try the cherry.

[runeing]

[ the loud clink of the glasses makes a few locals turn their heads towards them, in a nearby table, but viktor ignores them with supreme ease — much better to enjoy the drink and the way octavian's expression goes smug and pleased, and though his own expression doesn't change from that slight smile, his eyes do go a little softer. ]

I was told to try a cherry pie, [ he says conversationally, ] Apparently they are a famous dessert in the world of this, hm, mage woman. Perhaps we might see if we can find some. We've only kept to drinks, but you might like to eat something, too, no?

[ though yes, alright, he will try the cherry — and again, it's a great success. even after a decade and some change in piltover, fruit are still a luxury to him. so, with the warmth from his eyes seeping into his tone, ] I see your recommendations are to be taken seriously.

[manifestering]

A mage woman, [he says, swirling his glass to watch the cherry spin around in it, hm, surely there are multiple mage women, but,] Not the stern one that turns into animals?

[She poked him and asked him invasive questions! Does she also like cherry pie? Do big spiders like cherry pie? Unless, of course, there's another mage woman. Regardless, he will consider the merits of pies. He likes the way this one cherry lights Viktor up like a hearth fire, slow and easy, so yes: more of that sounds excellent.]

I am a good listener. [He spends so little time paying attention to anyone else, he has plenty of attention to spare for Viktor and his preferences. Of course.] It feels like I should be writing a list.