♥ August Event Log

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August Event Log
The first month of the offworlders being in Havenwell has passed, the welcome party over, and the native residents are starting to get back to their usual routines while the new arrivals are perhaps starting to find theirs. The month of Achtom has started and with it, a crisp summery heat. The skies are gorgeously blue and dotted with high fluffy clouds that never seem to threaten rain - so long as the weather stays controlled. Businesses are picking back up, the natives starting to cater once again to flesh-bodied people with varied amounts of success. The VR cafes are featuring more helmets so even more people can play along with the ever expanding selection of games. Overall, it seems like Havenwell is quite the peaceful city.

And then...

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❥ PROMPT I: Where's the Pied Piper?

It starts small at first as most things do. Astute observers might notice that the statue of Ainea in the town square and in her temple is brighter than the other gods' statues. Her colors are a little more vibrant, like they've been given a fresh coat of paint. Then, little things in characters' houses seemingly start moving of their own volition to other parts of the house and go temporarily missing. Search as you may, you just can't find them - until they suddenly they show up again where you least expect with tiny little teeth marks in them. The corners of books and furniture get chewed on. The pillowcases and bed frames get nibbled. The edges and hems of clothing get a little frayed without you noticing when it happened.

Then, the squeaking starts up at night. It's innocuous at first, one or two here or there in the house, just barely noticeable by most. Over time, it gets more insistent, longer, louder, until, by the end of the month, it's difficult to sleep at night for all the noise of chattering and squeaking throughout the long night hours. Trying to find the source is a surefire way to drive yourself mad, but it seems that sleeping in the same bed with another person makes it a little easier to bear, especially if you hold hands throughout the night.

And finally, mice start showing up - pink and purple and of various sizes from panda mouse tiny to chihuahua-sized rats. They pop up in kitchens, in bedrooms, in the temples that don't belong to them, at businesses, in the labs, along the streets and in the city squares. They're in your new favorite chair, popping out from cabinets and drawers, and scurrying from under sofas and beds. It seems the only place they aren't is where they're supposed to be - Ainea's temple - and that's a big problem. Her temple priests are out in the city, begging residents both robotic and flesh to peacefully and carefully capture the creatures and return them home to the temple. They pass out soft woven reed baskets to any who agree and thank all participants heartily for their help.

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❥ PROMPT II: We Didn't Start This Fire

Throughout the month, pockets of the city experience magnificent dry lightning storms. Before each onset of the storm, an immense clap of thunder booms across the entire city like a siren and the natives hold their figurative breaths until the first strike rains down. A peal of lightning, searing hot, strikes the ground or hits the spires of nearby buildings, cracking stone and leaving nasty burn marks behind. Each storm is only 4 to 5 minutes in length before they suddenly disappear again, but in those few minutes chaos reigns. For anyone unlucky enough to get caught amid one of these storms, take cover! Residents throw open doors and push people inside, even shielding the offworlders with their own bodies if necessary to keep them from getting harmed.

When the lightning and its sonorous booms pass, residents scurry out to repair the damage. They'll be asking nearby offworlders to help as well with patching the stonework or removing broken debris. Most importantly, they put out a call for help in putting out fires that spring up after each storm. Their metal bodies can't withstand the heat for long without melting and the water is dangerous to their circuitry. After the fires are put out and the damage repaired, on occasion, residents will ask for the somber help of pulling a native robot unlucky enough to take a direct hit from the lightning to a local repair shop. Strangely, the natives don't seem sad when their friends and family can't be repaired, and instead start gathering up objects from home to take with them to the temples along with the bodies. When asked, they say it's to pray for a rebirth and go on their way.

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❥ PROMPT III: Let's Play the Friend Connection

With all the craziness going on, some people might just want a distraction. A lot of Havenwell's natives certainly seem to think so. Despite everything, the Entertainment District is as bustling as ever and this month the offering is to participate with a friend or group of friends to play a game called: Friend Connection. Rather than the usual plug in and sit configuration, this time the VR cafes have been reorganized into 3 meter by 3 meter square pads with no chairs or furniture available. Players plug in or put their helmets on and they're instantly transported to a garish neon-lighted stage with multicolored spotlights that show a floating, legless robot with a rainbow bowtie and a magnificent mustache. The robot's LED face lights up into the approximation of the :D emote and then a disembodied voice comes from speakers overhead:

"Hail, well met, and welcome to the hottest game show around: Friend Connection! As the studio audience already knows, this game is simple! You and your new friends compete to complete more challenges than the other hidden team. The more fabulously you and your team completes each task, the more points you'll be awarded. At the end of the game, the team with the most tasks cleared and the highest point value will be declared the winners and take home some fabulous prizes. On today's team is..."

And the robotic host waves an arm to a scoreboard behind it, showing your names. The heading "Other Team" has ???? underneath it and a list of challenges is revealed along with a burst of applause. The list reads:

1. Play Twister until someone falls! The longer you go, the more points you win!
   
2. Help each other do a handstand! The Wheelbarrow is acceptable too.
   
3. Recreate your favorite scene from a romantic movie. Take, for example, That Scene from the hit movie, Skytanic! Or hum along to this song as you and your friend make some pottery together.
   
4. Create a complicated Best Friend Handshake consisting of more than 5 moves and do it together 3 times without messing up!
   
5. Answer trivia questions about each other and your worlds while holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. The more questions you can answer, the higher your points!
   
6. Do a trust fall into your friend's arms. The higher or further you fall, the more points you'll earn.
   
7. Play two truths and a lie with your friend. If you can guess correctly, you'll earn points for your team!

Are you ready, contestants? You have 20 minutes. Good luck!

At the end of the game, the characters are declared the winners by a slim and, naturally, exciting margin of just one point! And their fabulous prize......? The friendship they earned along the way! Congratulations, players! And don't worry, when the game ends, you'll be in the exact weird position you were last in as the helmets turn off. Hopefully you aren't still in those weird Twister positions because everyone can and has been able to see you. Yup, the entire time.

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❥ PROMPT IV: Comic Logic

As Lasdia comes to a close and Achtom begins, characters will start noticing something odd happening. Throughout their day as they go about their daily routines, helping people out or trying to find their missing items, the natives stop looking at them and start looking above their heads. In fact, as characters meet one another, their attention may also be drawn vertically above their companion because floating above every offworlder's head is a faint white cloud. Whenever they move, the cloud moves too. Attempts to dispel it by magic or physical means does nothing and it seems like you can't touch it at all.

It's annoying isn't it? Or maybe you're feeling quite curious about this phenomenon? Or maybe it scares you? Whatever you're feeling or thinking, it shows up in that cloud clear as day. It's not every thought or feeling that shows, but it's enough to be disconcerting, and any attempts to control what appears will fail. Like it or not, you're now broadcasting your innermost self to the world.

...For a time, at least. Over a period of time, smart characters might notice that after prolonged physical contact with another person, the cloud fades away and stays away for an undetermined amount of time. Sometimes it's an hour, sometimes it's a day, sometimes it's only 5 minutes, and then it begins to reform again. Whatever it is, it's here to stay, so good luck keeping your secret inner workings, well, secret.

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Comments

[abracafcku]

And spa dates, yup.

[And getting away from the law and not getting arrested and apparently saving the known and unknown universe. He takes another drink of his cocoa, then studies the cup for a moment before putting it down.]

How about you, handsome? You doing that path to self-discovery, too?

[Other than, probably, getting revenge on whoever killed his people and destroyed his homeland, that is. He wouldn't blame Reyson if he wanted to fuck some people up.]

[heron]

[ his wings flap unconsciously. ]

I suppose I am. Though I do not know what that looks like.

[abracafcku]

[Cute - the little birdie gets ruffled feathers.]

Everyone's journey looks different from what I've heard. Some people go hike up a mountain, some people do yoga, some people do train murders, some people bake meringue pies - it's kinda up to you.

[heron]

It is.

But I don't know what it should be.

[ at least here, he has some form of purpose. the war is over. there is serenes forest to consider but that is reyson's duty. as one of the last of the herons. ]

[abracafcku]

Why you worried about what it should be?

[Taako inclines his head at that, fiddling with the end of his braid.]

Why not just do what you want?

[heron]

While I do, to some extent. I am still the last of my kind. I have been fortunate to recover my sister, but my land and people have been devastated.

I must find a way to look to the future. For them.

[abracafcku]

[Taako didn't feel any such need. He and Lup might be the only ones left of the two-sunned elves, but at least there were still some elves around. And if people were hoping for babies from either him or Lup? Well, that shit would get complicated real fast.]

So you're looking to make-- do you lay eggs or have babies or what? Because being the last of your kind - which, totally sympathize with that, it really blows - means what exactly for the future of your people? There still some hiding out somewhere or are you going to just get real busy?

[heron]

[ "real busy." ]

For now it means re-establishing our sovereignty and ties.

[abracafcku]

Oh, so the boring part.

[Taako shrugs, dropping to lean against the counter, chin in both hands, elbows braced against the countertop.]

You're all business, aren't you?

[heron]

I prefer to be productive. That's all.

[abracafcku]

[Okay, that? That gets a laugh. He snorts indelicately, watching Reyson from his lazy position against the counter.]

You ever been told you don't know how to have fun? I bet you have.

[heron]

[ he flaps his wings. ]

There haven't been many opportunities, that is all!

[abracafcku]

Nothing but opportunities now, don't you think?

[He gestures at the kitchen around them and raises an eyebrow.]

No better time to get your kicks in than when you're kidnapped to a foreign reality.

[heron]

True, but what kind of opportunities?

[abracafcku]

Depends on what kind you want, homie. A smart guy like you should be able to drum up some fun anywhere if you aren't a stick in the mud.

[heron]

[ his wings flare briefly. ]

I simply had other priorities in mind.

[abracafcku]

[Those wings are hella telegraphing Reyson's emotions and Taako? He's loving it. It's like his ears, but more unconscious it seems. He can't get over how easy it is to literally ruffle this dude's feathers is.]

Mmmmhmmmm, so? Now that you don't have those priorities? Hit me with your best shot, my guy.

[heron]

I still do, though I am distanced from it.

But I would like to be stronger. If there is a way.

[abracafcku]

Thaaaat's still-- [He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stands up from the counter. That's still 'work' not fun, but if that's what this guy likes, sure, whatever.]

You do you, I guess, but you're gonna have to pump a lot of protein if you're looking to buff up. Unless you mean with those... galdine? Things? Your, what I assume, magic?

[heron]

[ reyson shakes his head. ]

I did mean muscles. It won't work though, but that is what I've always wanted. To be strong.

[abracafcku]

Yeah, no offense, but you feel like a fresh breath of air might break you in half.

[He shrugs because Taako doesn't have much room to joke about it. He's also a very lithe figure and easily broken in his own right.]

But strength's got all kinda meanings, you know that, right? Physically strong doesn't mean unbeatable.

[heron]

I am aware.

But still, I would enjoy having some physical strength.

[ a feather could beat reyson in a fight. ]

[abracafcku]

[Hm, well? Taako thinks for a moment - like he actually really thinks about this. He has so many more memories now, so many more skills, and he has to really think about it to parse them all. The Hanging Arcaneum though, that's the one that he lands on and he peels back the layers of fuzzy memories to remember that he, like Lup, is an artificer. Well shit. It definitely isn't something he can easily do here in a world where magic is so diffuse, but it's possible.

He looks at his nails as he speaks, trying to look indifferent.]

Gotta get yourself some magic gauntlets then. Make 'em so they diffuse the impact across the gauntlet rather than up into your arm. Should - and this is theoretical, mind you - should keep you from breaking in half just some slapping someone.

[heron]

[ his wings perk up. ]

Would that truly work?

[abracafcku]

[Ugh why is he this way? He shouldn't be talking about helping some dude he just met, but he looks so sad about not being able to beat some ass and Taako can't blame him. He's not a melee fighter by any means, but he can see the appeal sometimes. If he could punch Lucas Miller in the face without hurting himself, he totally would. He just leaves it to Magnus though because that guy? Holy shit.

Still, here he is, watching Reyson's wings perk up like a puppy dog's tail. Fuck.]

Theoretically. Fuck if I know if that shit can even be made here and I'm no artificing expert, but if we have gloves that can poison someone with a single touch, and like... the godsdamn Phantom Fist that lets you throw people across a room with a single punch? Why not.