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♥ 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.

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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[The ghostly wails were everywhere in the city, most of them practically indistinguishable from each other. But somewhere in the cacophony, one voice could be singled out, if you concentrated hard enough. This one's cries were...somehow melodic, in nature...and to a few who lived in Havenwell, possibly even familiar.

Then came the materializing of faint details. The vaguest outlines of green and cream. The point of a feathered cap. The fluttering of a short cape around the shoulders. A familiar silhouette, one who has been here before...

Kiwi blinked as they suddenly returned to awareness, their graceful feet stumbling to catch themselves in an involuntary dance. The last thing they remembered, they were on Miriam's broom, flying through the beautiful new night sky. She was taking them home. But looking around, there was once again no sign of their best friend, which made a little bubble of panic rise up in the bard's chest before suddenly they realized...they recognize these surroundings! They've been to this city before. They lived here once, if only for six months, give or take. They would have brunch at that cafe just over there every day! And yet everything looked so different, too...how long had it been by now, since they were thrown back to the foot of Mt. Ichor?

And more importantly, had anyone else been sent back when they were???

As soon as they could find their voice, they fumbled with the cheap communicator the residents gave them, finding the voice broadcast function.]

Hey! Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Edited 2020-10-20 21:30 (UTC)

[Sometime after the initial arrival, Akechi was left more confused than ever. This isn't right. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be anywhere. They took care of Maruki and his Actualization, so why? At the very least, he was in his winter clothing when he arrived. It wasn't like the Metanav existed anymore, or at least it shouldn't have. Now it's got him questioning if they actually finished it.

He'd tried to tell the robot that he was not interested in helping them out. He just wanted to fade away without someone else manipulating his existence again. And they had to restore the world with physical affection? They were really barking up the wrong tree for that.

Once he was left on his own to find a place, he chose to do something instead. Figuring out how to work this new smartphone wasn't as clear as he'd liked, but it was easy enough.]

My apologies if I'm interrupting anything but...

Are they serious? All of this is a joke, right? I'd rather just leave if anybody can assist me with that.

Do let me know if you could be of any help to me.

[And just like that, he's done. He's definitely not okay with this.]

[It was one strange thing after another.

While he was aware of the existence of multiple worlds, he never expected to just suddenly appear in yet another one. As much as he wanted to help the people here, he just wanted to know what was going on first.

It has only been a few days since he just been placed in the realm and now this? It was just all too much to handle for the boy. All he wanted to do was just go home and help his friends.

With that, he quickly wrote something on the smartphone.]

Hello, is this on? I’m sorry but I’m kind of lost right now. From what I heard, we need to hug people to help this world right?

[Because affection isn’t what Ken is good at here]

Ah. Yet another shift in realities. Sadly, it was typical enough that Lotor barely gave it a second thought.

Rather than waste time and energy in an attempt to find someone willing to speak with him, he used the communicator he'd found on arrival.

"I am known as Lotor, and I mean no harm. If anyone might be able to explain the basics of this world and its inhabitants, I would be quite grateful."

He could easily have said more and asked even more than that, but being succinct seemed best until he had more awareness of his environment.

[Even after considering everything she's been through right down to the very end, waking up in a strange place all of a sudden is not high on her list of things she'd have expected. In fact it's not on the list at all. The last she remembers is everything fading into darkness and now this is just --

Absurd.

Maybe this is some sort of dream. Maybe she was reborn and this is a new life, but as far as she can tell everything about her remains the same.

Just what is going on?

The only thing she can really do is check out things for herself and try and make some sense out of everything. Though it would probably help if she listened to anything people were trying to tell her. She mostly doesn't believe it simply because one moment she was at the Galaxy Cauldron and then the next she's in a city with apparent gods (??).

In any case, she can be found wandering through various places in her regular civilian form which probably doesn't make her stand out any less -- red eyes, hair that goes from gold to red and all the way down to her feet. But at least it's not shiny gold armor.

Anyone who runs into her will find that she looks mostly confused and frustrated. Those who purposely or even accidentally will get something along the lines of a glare and --]

Out of my way.

[On one hand, she was more than a little tired of worldhopping and being conscripted into crazy shit by higher powers.]

[...On the other, a world in danger was still something she couldn't really ignore. And all things considered, this was a nice enough city. Kind of felt like a smaller scale Crystarium, a lively last bastion of a realm on the brink of ruin. This time there weren't even any signs of horrible monsters, so that was already looking up.]

[Which was all how a young woman came to be wandering around Havenwell--maybe sitting on the roof of a building fiddling with her communicator, exploring the shopping district, or wandering out a little further to the ruins closer to the walls.]

[...It didn't seem all that bad, really, but there was a long list of people who were absolutely going to kill her once she got back.]

( 1: obligatory be approached prompt )

[ Okay, so, wow. This has to be a dream. A dream stuck in a dream? That's going to be funny only to him.

But the humour will have to wait, considering all else going on once reality -- this reality, how temporary it is or not -- dawns on Tidus. Gawking at the metallic bodies strolling along, going about their business, their lives?, and there's a few people around. But for once, he doesn't want to rush into anything--or rather, he's kinda expecting danger to come rushing to him, or something. If this has anything to do with where he just came from, he wants to find answers, and quick.

Which would mean doing some reconnaissance, for someone else who know that word. For Tidus, that means... wandering. And poking his nose around. Checking out buildings, and shops. Sightseeing with all the apparent air of a new arrival, though he's got his hands shoved in the pocket of his purple hoodie, acting very very very inconspicuous, innocuous, all those innocent i-starting words. Squinting at the displays of the water fountain to very visibly judge the 'designs' of...whatever those are meant to be??

But let him nosy into your business, the other businesses, into the entertainment distract. Remember that getting distracted isn't what he's here for. ]

( 1:b, obligatory approaching prompt )

[ … Or even be cool and absolutely casual as he approaches your character, putting on his best normal guy voice: ]

[ He smiles wide, keeps it deliberately cheery. For how he's dressed, it's either unusual for the fashions of the city, or incredibly plain: a purple-coloured hoodie with a green train emblem on the left arm, and cargo pants rolled up to under the knees. ]

( 3: oligatory network prompt )

uh so yo, hey

so i hear people showing up here from other worlds is a normal thing that happens around here? whats up

is it true about the touching thing

and what kind of touching are we talking here

but also i havent touched tech like this in forever so if this place has sports and videos i can watch let me know with some links

ESPECIALLY if its blitzball

( …4: network again )

[ his other post isn't even five minutes old before he also puts up: ]

i dont know how to edit the other one but if you know about a dumb train flying through the void hit me up about that too

also if you can find out anything about other worlds here that would be great to know

[ What's that, take five minutes figure out how to edit a post instead of spamming??? ummm no ]

[ All Sephiroth wants after everything that has happened recently is to be alone, which is why he is at the outskirts of the city proper and heading toward one of his favorite haunts: The Arena. As much as these so-called gods try to disguise it with new growth--Sephiroth has a bone to pick with Rawna in particular at the moment, but that will be for another time--the line of demarcation separating the old city from the newly reclaimed area is still obvious. It is as Sephiroth steps over this that he first notices the woman walking toward him. He doesn't recognize her, but then that does not mean much given how little he cares about most other people.

Sephiroth would have passed her by without comment save for the glare and those terse words, the combination of which is almost a challenge issued. ]

And if I refuse?

[ Sephiroth's expression is cool and aloof, as are his words. ]

Edited (you see, the thing is I shouldn't sneak tag on my phone from work) 2020-10-20 19:20 (UTC)

[ Inigo? Worried? Hah, surely you jest, clearly nothing about this situation is worrying to Inigo.

Granted, he should probably be used to this. Suddenly ending up in a different place, full of things he doesn't understand? It wouldn't be the first time. Or technically the second time, but at least when he went to the Ylisse from the past he actually understood most things there. Why do all other places have to be so weirdly technological, huh? What's up with these weird people here! They're freaky! Inigo doesn't like it!

And that's not the only thing playing on his nerves. The main thing - of course - is that he's found himself here alone. Well, not fully alone, since he can see regular flesh-and-blood people around, thank Naga. But he doesn't spot anyone he recognizes.

And nothing could be worse to Inigo than that. Not even the news that physical contact is very much encouraged here could drag him out of that worry. Who cares about hugging when he's lost every single person he wanted to hug in the first place, and for the second time, at that?

His feet are moving, slowly bringing him through the city, but he's hardly paying attention to his surroundings. Maybe in a while he'll be able to scrape himself back together enough to put on his positive front. Just start over somehow. Meet new people. Go back to pretending. Act like he doesn't feel like there's thorns stuck in his heart for every single important person he's lost. But not right now. Right now he feels more dead than alive as he wanders the streets, not even thinking about the possiblity that maybe, just maybe, it isn't him just here after all.

But then he happens to look up. Things only slowly register, with how occupied Inigo's mind is with spiralling down into worry and misery. But it's like splotches of colour-- Purple. Yellow.

Inigo's heart skips a beat, slowly returning to life as something feels very familiar about that combination. His head turns, a rough jerk, and for a moment Inigo stares at the back he spots in the distance.

Technically it could easily be someone else. Heck, even if it is Tidus, it could be some Tidus that just is happening to wear a purple hoodie and doesn't recognize him - that sure is a lesson Inigo learned to adapt to really quick after having gone back to his own past before.

But does he really have to think of those things right now? There's no way he can't.

Pre-emptive excitement, relief, joy-- the whole package makes his feet move before his brain can consider any of the more rational protests to this whole idea.

(Like even just something as simple as 'Tidus sure didn't like it the last time you did this'--)

Inigo sprints right over at the familiar back, leaps up, and hops straight onto said back, clinging like a koala. (You don't have to thank him for these free bucks, pal, no worries.)

An overly loud, excited one. ]

Tidus!!

[ This absolutely has something to do with that weird storm that occurred, right?

That's what Tidus goes off at the start. Having all your missing loved ones banging at the outer windows and pleading for your attention, a bunch of phantom-wannabes indoors, making it incredibly creepy when you just wanna hang out and teach an army of tiny higgledys how to make blitzball. And actually, there's still the possibility of that throughout. This isn't really just a random new planet, is it? There's got to be something up. He can't be the only guy wearing this hoodie around.

Or it's going to turn into his worst nightmare, any second. When he hears about the need for touch and affection? Yeah, doesn't that sound like some joke his brain would turn on him? It's like Inigo came and wrote his dream world! …if Tidus for a second believed that Inigo's dreamworld included 'metallic beings that cannot enjoy affection'.

But he's not keeping it off the table, okay.

So, anyway. By this point, he's on the fence about what to believe. But why think too hard about it and not just wander, take everything it? Trrryy and pretend like he has any clue what will help him make sense of anything. But okay, this phone is cool; still old-fashioned by Zanarkand standards, but not too bad--

More important, is that it's rather distracting. Does it actually matter if it is or not? No, because phone or no phone, there's no being prepared for the hard thump from behind, the phone clattering to the ground- ] Hey--!!

[ --The yelling with it, a sound that's as shocking, surprising, as it is a relief that Tidus only actually registers a few seconds after. ]

--Wait! Wait, Inigo!? Heyhey hey-

[ He's swinging around, hunched like a gorilla, attempting to see the guy behind him except, you know, he's clinging to his back. Which is annoying, but not enough to do anything sensible about it. ]

Is that you?! [ hey- ] If you're really a mind-sucking parasite pretending to be him, you have to tell me!

[ That's the BRO RULE, BRO. EVEN DREAM-PARASITE-INIGO NEEDS TO FOLLOW THEM. ]

Even with the events of the last few weeks putting her on edge, what Honerva does not expect is to tune into the communicators to see this particular broadcast message to the public, and it is... hauntingly familiar.

She... should have been prepared that a day like this might come, and yet there truly was no bracing for that. She's stunned, but has no reply, studying his face and listening to the voice, just as she had remembered and --

... well her hand slips, opening a communication line between them, which is not at all that was intended. Startled, she tries to close it off almost immediately, hopefully before he's noticed, but would either of them be so lucky?

[1. Affurgato: Closed to Noctis]

[ Wherever Noctis maybe, Ignis is always by his side. This is no exception. Such as their fates really.

This first thing that Ignis takes note of is the air changing around him. There's a smell of some sort of bakery? That and he can hear a couple of cats around.

He stiffens a bit as he realizes that his walking cane is gone. He quickly reaches up to touch his glasses that are hiding his eyes and he breathes a small relief.

What in the world had happened? He can recall the crystal taking Noct and then escaping the place...

Speaking of the prince, Ignis is unaware that there's a prince nearby somewhere... ]

[2. Entertainment District: Closed to Prompto]

[ After he's done talking to Noctis, he's slowly trying to make his around this strange world. He's walking along the streets somewhere, using his hand as a guide along the buildings. He's letting his foot bonk into things to make sure that he doesn't trip over anything.

His ears pick up on a familiar sound. A camera going off? ]

Prompto? Is that you? [ He calls out, hoping for another familiar voice! ]

[3. Around the shopping district: OTA]

[ Ignis is following the distinct smell of coffee. However, as he's walking, he's bumping into someone by accident. ]

Apologies. [ He doesn't even look at the person who he said it to. He simply can't. ] I'm afraid I'm a bit blind.

[4. Shopping District: OTA]

[ After he's gotten his coffee, he'll be found sitting on a bench somewhere. He's sipping his coffee now and it's no Ebony, but it'll do as he ponders on this strange new world.

He can't see a thing and while it's frustrating at times, such as this, he wouldn't go back and change a thing.

If new people are popping in front of him, they may notice a lack of reaction from the man on the bench. He's just not seeing them pop out of nowhere.]

[5. Wildcard]
[ Feel free to hit me up with a prompt of your own! PM this journal for easy access for plotting purposes. ]

Ignis, Final Fantasy XV

Edited 2020-10-20 16:33 (UTC)

Huh-- oh, hey, sorry, me too, ha.

[ He chuckles, an apologetic sound, offering the same joke back. Or so Tidus thinks he's doing and, well, look: he wasn't paying attention either when he walked right into the guy. It happens!

But then he turns on his heel to face him, takes another startled step back once he realises: ]

Wait-- you're really blind?

[ Things just come out of his mouth sometimes. ]

Tidus, Final Fantasy X (crau/voidtrecker)

Indeed I am. [ He lets the first comment roll off his shoulders. It's not too much of a big deal.

The lack of eye contact should be the big clue here, Tidus. Ignis is probably looking in the general direction where his voice came from, but not really looking at Tidus himself. ]

Accidents happen. [ He's at least stopped walking so if he wants to make chit chat, by all means. ]

[ He lets out a quiet 'oh', and indeed, the more Tidus looks -- and the more the other guy doesn't -- it confirms the already confirmed. ]

Sorry! [ He says accidents happen, but they still deserve an apology. Right? ] You uh, lost? You know where you're going?

[ Is that even polite to ask? Even though there's an offer in the question, in his tone. Tidus isn't sure... what do blind people do when they're not from somewhere like Zanarkand? Didn't this place have anything to help the guy out? ]

[ A new world, a new set of gods, a new calling. It’s the same shit as usual. ]

Huh, it’s the kid.

[ The remark is casual, amused, not unkind... and it belongs to someone entirely familiar to the dream blitzball player. Should Tidus turn around, he’ll see a tall, unkempt man swaggering out from the shade of a shop awning, lopsided grin set in place, and a wicked-cheerful gleam in his ruby eyes. Muscular arms cross over his broad chest as he sizes up the son he hasn’t seen in a good while, as if looking for anything different, anything that would give him away that he’s but a copy. ]

Didn’t expect t’see ya here.

[ Maybe the others are here. Maybe a few from Spira are here. ]

[Arrival]

[These past few days, people might have noticed a rather large ghost filtering in and out of existence, sometimes just walking, sometimes enjoying a drink, sometimes crouching down. Whoever this ghost is, he's tall, and doesn't seem at all aware of what's going on.

But one day, he materializes, and he chokes on the tea he'd been sipping that's no longer in his hand. As he bends over to cough, he lifts his head to look around, soon wiping at the back of his mouth as he recovers enough to say in a hoarse voice:]

What?

[Automatically, he reaches for one of his Pokemon at his belt... only to find none of them are there. He straightens up suddenly to his full height, taking one step back, then another as he looks down at his belt, finding it very empty of his Pokeballs.]

What?

[He takes out his phone and unlocks it to try to get a read on his location - only to find that it doesn't. Helplessly, Raihan turns the phone around to take a selfie, showing off his frankly anxious expression.]

What?

[Arrival pt II]

[Eventually, he calms down, and actually knows what's going on. Sort of, at least. He's certainly not happy about it, as he's very attached to his world, his Pokemon, his fans, but he takes it in stride as best as he can.

Without Rotom, his phone won't last as long as it usually does, so he resists the urge to open it up as much as he can. But he can't resist the siren's call of pictures, so he can be seen holding up his phone to take pics of buildings, of the fountain in the plaza, of the robots that walk along. Most of them have him turning the phone around to take a selfie with said object, an easy smile and pose coming up that falls away as soon as the selfie is done.]

No one's gonna believe any of this. [He says in a slightly posh Scottish accent as he scrolls through his gallery. Maybe the pictures will stay when he's returned home.]

[The Zoo]

[Now, this is fascinating. For a man whose world is filled with Pokemon, seeing animals that look much like them yet aren't is incredibly interesting. He wanders between the exhibits, reading all that he can, taking even more pictures and selfies, but looking marginally happier when he's done.

And if someone approaches, he gives them a friendly smile while gesturing to the animal that's currently pacing around its exhibit.]

Hey there. Y'know anything about that one?

[Network post]

This is a long shot, but the great Raihan is desperate.

Anyone got any phone chargers? Not for these things, but for regular phones? Mine's got maybe 2% battery left and I don't live THAT dangerously.

[There's a lot of things that should be addressed about a post like this, especially with the number of very vital questions posed in it! What jumps out at Tamaki the most, however, is...]

whats blitzball

[He has to know!]

[Hello stranger! A petite robot girl has approached, bouncing gently on her heels, a hand lifted in greeting. Her expression is composed, but there's a glimmer of concern if one watches closely.]

Please excuse Poppi's interruption! Poppi cannot find Masterpon anywhere. Information would be greatly appreciated. If reward needed, can trade for assistance? [If nothing else she's determined, gripping her little alloyed hands into fists.] Poppi has many useful skills!

[Barring the above, she'll find herself a good perch to watch for familiar faces, though what counts as "good" is relative- she'll probably get a crowd of concerned onlookers by parking herself at the top of the central deity fountain. Little girls don't belong up there! It's fine, though… she has rocket boots.]

[ He has his dark glasses on to hide his eyes so Tidus won't be able to see the scars there, but he can see the nasty scar on the left side on his face. ] Battle scar. [ Is all he offers. The full story well, it's something Noctis should hear first and foremost.

Ever since he's lost his eyesight, he's trying his best to get around on his own. He hates being coddled after taking care of Noct most of his life and others. He doesn't want to be a burden to others, even if he doesn't know said people. ]

My nose detects coffee nearby. [ He thinks he's heading in the right direction for it. ]

Whom do I have the pleasure of talking to? [ Tidus is well, a new voice to him at least. ]

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♥ October (Lasohm) Fourth Wall Log

Questions

4th Wall Toplevel Tracking

Kiwi the Bard | Wandersong

Goro Akechi | Persona 5: Royal | Spoilers warning?

Ken Amada | Persona 3

Lotor | Voltron: Legendary Defender

Galaxia | Sailor Moon

Scintilla Caminus/Warrior of Light | FFXIV | 5.x spoilers

tidus : ffx (crau/voidtrecker)

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Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV

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Raihan | Pokemon SwSh

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poppi | xenoblade chronicles 2

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