♥ October (Lasohm) Fourth Wall Log

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October (Lasohm) Fourth Wall Log

❥ Speaking of Wall Breaking...

The ghosts in town sure are weird, huh? But they're settling down, as the month draws to a close. They're becoming less anxious and random, their behaviour growing sort of… focused. As time passes some of them begin to develop features. They can interact with the world more consistently. You can… hear their voice.

And then suddenly they are people, real and physical and just as confused to be here as you are. They could be anyone, from your world, someone else's world, a place you've never heard of… some of them could even be you, from a different universe, a different timeline, an unknown reality. What does all this mean?

IT'S FOURTH WALL, Y'ALL. Tell your friends, people interested in apping or just playing around in the setting, anybody! Time to break the wall down and have some fun.

This post serves as a replacement for the usual Test Drive Meme, in order to consolidate the chaos a bit. Though it is being posted now, timeline-wise, this shift will occur ONLY during the weekend prior to applications opening: October 30th to November 2nd, after which point characters will either disappear or become permanent residents via the application process. This also means that the rest of the event effects will have worn off, and characters will be their normal selves through the duration of this prompt.

Some ground rules for the 4th Wall event:

For characters/accounts not in-game:

• a character does not have to meet application qualifications to post to the 4th Wall Event, except in cases where there is an intent to apply when applications open. Duplicates, CRAU, AU, etc. are permitted for the event.
  
• we do ask that crack shenanigans are reasonably limited, game rules are followed, and that the event involve characters only, not players or real people.
  
• anyone can toplevel! It'll be a free for all. Go wild, have fun.
  
• characters will be given a temporary, low-tech communicator for the duration of the event with limited network access, due to limited availability of the real deal.
  
• you will not arrive with any items/companions beyond the clothes that you wear
  
• check out the Setting or FAQ pages for location details! Also, have a look at the October event log, to see what else is going on these days.

For characters/accounts currently in-game:

• players can decide for themselves at the event's conclusion whether or not memories of certain visitors remain, and to what extent; memories could become fuzzy, faces or communication obscured, they could disappear entirely, or they can remain fully intact whether the person apps into the game or not.
  
• network communications with 4th Wall visitors that don't (or can't) app in will be wiped, with the locals citing a data error related to the older communicators being used. Technology can be unpredictable, huh!
  
• any communication exchanges that you WANT to keep can remain with some discretion; for example, if a spouse visits and you happen to take a selfie with them, and they do not (or cannot) app but having that photo of them would give you comfort, feel free to keep it.
  
• Similar to the TDM, 4th wall threads cannot be used for AC or AC Reward purposes unless it is between characters already in-game.
  

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Click the above prompt to expand for details. Timeline-wise, this occurs October 30th to November 2nd. For players currently in-game, if you have any questions, please direct them to the FAQ or to the Mod Question thread on the original plotting post.

On this post, we've created both another Questions Thread and a Toplevel thread (see below) for visiting players, the latter so that anyone can track and see who's posted! When you've made a toplevel, feel free to comment HERE to let everyone know.

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[fathersday]

[ Jecht's jaw lock with thought as he considers Tidus' words.

Disappear, probably, were it not being called into another battleground war, or being scuttled to the Farplane.

He thought that was obvious. So he replies obtusely, ]

A big damn celebration. Champagne. A parade. Y'know.

[blitzcheer]

Shove your fireworks! [ No one can spike his mood like his dad, huh--apparently, ten years hasn't changed that. They just didn't get the time before the last final fights of their lives to experience it: Tidus's fists clenching, exasperation out his throat. ] I'm tryna be serious here!

I tell you it's been three months, and you don't blink an eye? That's the last time I saw you! Everyone!

[ Bah! ]

[fathersday]

[ Three months.

At that, he grins. ]

Aw, you're saying you missed me? I'm touched.

[blitzcheer]

[ He wants to obliterate this old man!!! ]

Like a blitzball to the face! [ FIGHT HIM. He takes a few steps away, body language showing him ready to get going. ] You do whatever you want. I'm gonna find out what's really going on and deal with you later!

[ Take that!! Tidus starts to walk, but pauses when he thinks to shout- ]

Say hi to mom for me!

[ TIME TO OLLIE OUT into a possible timeskip. ]

[fathersday]

[ What a blessing in disguise it is for Tidus to turn right then and there. Tidus' mother-- Jecht's late wife-- yet remains a sensitive topic, one that he's rarely had the time to speak about with others. Frankly, he's not exactly ready to.

So he takes his leave then as well...




It's evening. Tidus might be minding his own business. It would probably be the best chance for a father to approach his son with open arms and an open ear to listen, but instead: ] Look sharp, kid!

[ That's the only warning he'll get before a ball comes flying in his direction, courtesy of a powerful kick given from Jecht atop one of the buildings. Having found the ball within one of the shops, it's not the same density of a professionally sanctioned blitzball, but it'll do.

Jecht leaps off the building, falling into a crouch upon the street. ]

1/2

[blitzcheer]

[ Mmmmaybe this isn't a dream after all.

Not that something being a dream means Tidus needs to act rational, reasonable, either of the two. He's spent his whole life being impulsive and ruled by his emotions. Why be any different now?

But with the desire to find answers, Tidus scours the city, answers finding him. The emergence of newcomers in an unusual manner has the welcome committee on alert, to give them the rundown, basic devices for communication. Why they're there, or must be, just like the rest.

'To exchange physical contact'. Like, what?

It's beyond peeving, and he doesn't want to even think about his dad. The possibility that he's actually here, existing, real-- why. At least it's been a while since he's seen him, and so maybe he can just ignore that he was ever--

'Look sharp, kid!' ]

[blitzcheer]

[ okay so nevermind.

The warning catches in his ears, and for a second he's oblivious. A second he thankfully has to spare, when his mind, long as its been, is well-trained to the sight of spherical objects coming to smash him in the face (he might later realise the joke Jecht was going for here). And what blitz ace would he be not to roll on instinct, the ball hitting the ground where his shadow had occupied. Bouncing back up with the momentum, hopping a few times before coming to a slow roll on the concrete.

Tidus snaps to attention to watch it, then looks back, and it's there in his shoulders: an insatiable urge to shake Jecht and never stop. Better than holding a conversation with the man. Tidus picks himself back up on his feet, failing to find anything he wants to say to him. He's certainly not going to say he was right about the touch thing.

So, dryly: ]

Thought you'd be gone.

[fathersday]

[ Jecht straights up from the crouch, stretching out his neck and shoulders with a habitual roll of them both. While his grin carries the same confidence of the before, his eyes are sincere. Blitzball is at least one thing they have in common, and the ball he had kicked in his son's direction is the proverbial olive branch.

That, and being apart for months or years at a time, to no fault of Tidus'. His words highlight that Jecht being gone is a thing that happens all too often. ]

Yeah, well. You ain't gonna get rid of me that easily.

[ His laugh is deep, and then after a slight, awkward pause:  ]

Toss it back, why dontcha?

[ They can... play catch. Or kickball, while they talk. It'll give them something to do, if words fail them on how to broach any subject. The ball will cross the chasm between them. ]

[blitzcheer]

You really wanna start playing catch? In a shopping street?

[ That doesn't mean Tidus isn't scooping up the ball, rolling it between two hands. Wondering where Jecht found it, but then--it might be like back home, or in Spira. Balls just wherever, easy to knock into.

But ball games aren't what are in his mind. Not because of the where - as if that would bother either of him - but, well. Where to even begin? ]

Tossing a ball won't make the gods happy.

[ Not to be slightly smarmy -- but then again: why not? When Jecht's been annoyingly obtuse so far. ]