♥ November Event Log

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November (Malom) Event Log
The chaos of Lasohm's invasion is still fresh in the mind, but it's over. The ugly scar of the hole in Havenwell's wall is a jarring reminder that this world is dying and nothing goes quietly into that dark night. The phantom is gone as Malom overtakes Lasohm, the weather turning colder and chillier with each passing day. Still, the city of Havenwell has all of you offworlders to thank for its survival, and the fearful citizens make sure you know just how much they appreciate you by stopping you on the street to say their thanks. Your new home still needs your help to recover from their ordeal though, so will you lend them your strength once more?

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❥ PROMPT I: Rebuilding Effort

The magic barrier over the hole that unknown monster punched through Havenwell's wall is repaired, stopping the onslaught and encouraging any other nightmares that lurk outside to move on and away, but the hole itself remains. Throughout the month of Malom, robot natives are working tirelessly to gather bricks and stone and patch the breach, but they could use some help. Work together with other offworlders and natives alike to repair the wall and be rewarded with a handsome bump to the Dora in your bank account. They need all sorts of help, from clearing away the dead bodies of the spider-like creatures for cremation, to retrieving and hauling stone for the wall, to actually slotting the heavy blocks into place to cement them back together.

Outside the barrier, now clearly visible through the hole, a storm rages on, obscuring the view of the world beyond it. Gray and black clouds whip against the invisible barrier, and occasional debris slams into it, causing the impact site to light up with silver, pink, blue, or white hues before it fades away again. It seems even without monsters, the world outside is as inhospitable as was rumored.

Work together or take a break along the base of the wall and get to know your fellow offworlders a little better. It's going to take a while before this mess is cleaned up.

❥ PROMPT II: Air Sickness

Those who worked at or were near the breach in the wall for any extended period of time will notice that, over time, it gets harder to breathe. Then they begin to feel feverish, even if they don't have flesh bodies or are immune to disease. Their bodies ache and groan and it gets harder to move about without help. Once the natives notice, they set up a recovery area away from where the breach occurred: a giant tent with cots and pillows, thick rugs and blankets to keep the chill away. Unfortunately, they don't have medicines available to treat flesh bodied people, so they're at a loss of what to do otherwise. The priests gather anyone who is ill and brings them here...which is when a curious thing occurs.

While conventional medicines and healing spells seem to have no effect on the illness, staying in contact with another person alleviates the symptoms. After a period of contact with another person or persons, the fever breaks and it's like you were never sick at all.

Return to the wall, however, and you'll notice your symptoms coming back with a vengeance after a few days. It seems that making regular trips between the wall and this recovery tent is the only way to keep working. At least it's an easy fix so long as you're not a germaphobe.

❥ PROMPT III: A Tasty(?) Reward

Toward the end of the month as the hole in the wall is completely repaired and the risk of illness declines, a message is sent to all the offworlders' communication devices. Those who choose to open it will find a very official looking message from The Havenwell Council that reads:

Greetings, Saviours of Havenwell!
We of the Havenwell Council greet you and wish to express our eternal gratitude for your valiant efforts to keep our wonderful home safe. Without you, we would not have survived this terrible onslaught. As such, we wish to express our gratitude in a more concrete form. Your emissary, Magolor, has been in contact with this venerable Council and has brought to our attention that your greatest concern is for the food available. We apologize that due to our inability to taste we have been unable to supply you with satisfactory meals.

To that end, we invite you to work with our scientists to improve upon the taste of currently available offerings from our replicators. Please come to the Northern Research Tower (map included) at any time this month to sample what our replicators can produce and give us feedback on their flavour and textures. We ask that you be as specific as possible in your criticisms so we may improve upon your general quality of life. Please feel free to bring as many friends as you wish.

May the Gods Protect You,
Havenwell Council, Community Liaisons

Those who take the invitation will arrive at the Northern Research Tower and be taken directly to the 40th floor, where a large banquet hall has been laid out. Five rectangular tables, over 5 meters long each, stretch down the room, creating aisles for people to walk down. At the far end are several high round tables, covered in white cloth, and high round stools for those who wish them. The tables are overflowing with food, much like the welcome dinner, but at each table and scattered throughout the room are scientist robots with arm bands that read "Experiment 73" in that peculiar Aellyn script you saw during your time at the Archives. They invite you to taste the foods - both raw and cooked - and to give your very honest opinions.

Enjoy the food, help them improve the flavours, and walk the room to talk with the others who have come. Those who participate will receive a small synthetic fruit basket to take home with them on their first visit. Feel free to come back as often as you like, however! Each time, they'll be changing and adjusting the food available so your first and last visit may be very different. Perhaps that strawberry actually even tastes sweet, finally.

❥ PROMPT IV: A Virtual Spa

The VR cafes are uncharacteristically quiet while the rebuilding effort goes on, but there are still those who come to plug in to unwind after a day of intensive labor. And what better way to unwind than with a hot bath, right? Since the people of Havenwell can't actually submerge themselves in water, they're doing the next best thing: going to a virtual hot spring. There are several types to choose from and despite being digital, their calming and soothing effects on the body seem very real. Choose from:

• The Classic Outdoors: a rock lined hot spring with natural rock floors and steamy mineral infused waters nestled in the mountains. All around you is beautiful greenery like a sweeping pine and low fragrant bushes. The serene air and the calm forest is only occasionally broken by the sound of a wooden pipe thudding hollowly against a rock at a steady interval or the sound of birdsong off in the trees. The relaxing atmosphere is enough to set even the tightest wound nerves at ease.
  
  
• The Marbled Columns: white and painted marble columns lead to a series of different shaped baths with statues of the gods pouring water into them. Each bath has a different healing property, which is clearly marked with a plaque at the rim of each: good for your circulation, your bones, your aches and pains, even acne and metabolic rate. The columns support a beautiful open ceiling that shows the perfectly blue sky overhead dotted with the occasional cloud.
  
  
• The Steamy Sauna: though seemingly austere in their white tile and deep blue bath basins, the air here is thick and steamy and the baths are deep with hand-rails leading down steps to help you enter. All around the basins are stone or wooden benches with towels laid down for those who wish to simply sit and let the warm air open their lungs. If you get too hot? Grab a bucketful of cold water from one of the freestanding tubs and douse yourself to get a shock and cool off.
  
  
• The Milk-and-Honey: a beautifully tiled bath with a large shallow rectangular basin. The surrounding walls and ceilings have blue, white, and gold geometric designs laid out with loving care in pleasant designs that ease the mind. The bath water here is filled with a concoction of milk and honey to soothe and smooth the skin, filling the air with a pleasing sweet scent. The effects of these baths on a person's skin is said to make them glow from the inside out for at least a day after bathing.
  
  
• The Theme Park: the first thing to greet you is the comically oversized bottle of red wine tipped to pour a continuous stream of red liquid into the large crystalline bath basin. The smell of wine is heavy but pleasant in the air and the crystalline basin is round and shaped like a wine glass. Climb up the glass steps and give yourself a good old soak in the red water. You might even find that taking a dip here gives you a heady happiness that lasts all day. And if it feels like you're a little drunk while there? That has to be your imagination! ...Maybe.

Hot springs are great to experience with friends to deepen that feeling of skinship you have with each other, and several Havenwell natives are doing just that. But what about those who don't have a friend to log in with? Don't worry! The game will randomly select another player from this or another facility and match you together. Isn't that nice? We're sure it is! Who doesn't want to talk to someone else while naked, right?

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This event will run from November 14th to the 31st. Click on each prompt's title to see the text. If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the FAQ or to the Mod Question thread here.

Comments

[iustaegis]

[ Line of Lucis... Even if he has no destiny, he has a legacy to uphold. However, from the way he speaks of the capabilities of his father, it seems that he feels he lives in the shadow of the past kings’ might.

Being able to bequeath that power onto soldiers is especially interesting; it reminds her of chess, in a way, and she can only imagine that the knights fall when the king does. Knowing from Noctis that his father has met his end in his world, she wonders if he had been close with any of those guardsmen, and who else he might have lost...

She identifies two main hurdles with which he seems to be struggling. ]

You have... trouble with separating the magic of the crystal into individual elements [ So, it is a unified power that may split into many. ], and then transferring the abilities overall to others...

[ These two abilities are indeed something she can help him with. But is it really her place? Surely his father would be better suited. ] Have you asked your father to help you overcome these difficulties?

[carbungle]

Ah... I don't know if he could. I'm sure he'd do it if I asked, but it isn't like no one's tried before.

[A few sessions of training here and there, when the Glaives were in town and had a moment to spare. He'd learned to warp, learned to phase his body through attacks and avoid injury. That training is why he's scarred and not dead for sure. But there'd been a war to fight, and they all had had too much else to worry about, and more important things to do than struggling through hours of training for something that may just be impossible to begin with. His training would all be for nothing if there was no Lucis left to fight for.]

Not sure if I should be gaining more power. It's already... kind of a lot.

[The Crystal's magic and the marks of the gods. Once he's collected all the weapons and the blessings, will it end up being too much? He can barely stay on his feet after a single summon. And the shield around the city back home was killing his father. Power and destiny are all well and good, but he's still just a normal human otherwise.

He glances down at his hands, his expression thoughtful, somewhat conflicted.]

If I could, though- I'd like to learn how to share it.

1/3

[iustaegis]

[ It strikes her as curious that he wouldn’t ask his father (besides the fact that she doesn’t know if he’s told him he is his son). She notes this for later. 

 There is that uncertainty again: "Not sure if I should be gaining more power." The power is already his, she thinks; he only needs to develop it. The hesitance is similar to his answer of what lengths he will go to bring the light to his world, but this uncertainty stems from, perhaps, a lack of an ability to wield that power instead.

Yet him wanting to grant that power to those he chooses shows the great virtue of his belief in others— of trust, honor, respect...

Ah.

Maybe that is it.  ]

[iustaegis]

What you are thinking... [ She speaks slowly, tone even, somber. This is a young man born to a destiny, and one who happens to claim to know his own worth, who has said that so long as he is himself, he will not think of himself as a mere tool. ] you are correct:

With more power you can... protect what you wish to protect. [ How many havens has he saved already. ] Who you wish to protect. [ How many people has he saved already. Countless, possibly. ]

With that power gifted to others, you protect them. [ By proxy, by empowering them, by giving them the means to defend themselves. He wishes to give that power to others so to extend his protection over those he loves.

She does not believe she is wrong in her assessment. Closing her eyes briefly, she inhales. ]

[iustaegis]

[ When she opens them once more, her gaze is clear. A softer smile prevails over the somberness from before. ]

The sunrise you saw that day... 

Is that part of the future you wish to safeguard?

[carbungle]

[Probably just general awkwardness, it definitely doesn't have anything to do with him not wanting to tell his dad his powers are dysfunctional...

He listens closely to her words. So much of what she says is thoughtful and precise, digging right into the core of the issue; innocuous questions often seem to go somewhere he did not initially expect. That's what he's learned already, in conversing with her these few times they've met. If she's asking him something like this, it's for a reason, so he gives his answer the consideration it deserves.]

...Yeah, of course. If the sun doesn't come up, the daemons would stay out forever, and they've killed more than any of the world's wars, for sure. On Eos there's nothing more important than the sunrise.

[Niflheim talks a big game about the power of technology and their weapons of war, but even they'd be overwhelmed by the daemons if there was no sun to give them respite.]

[iustaegis]

[ His is not her world, she has no obligation to it, yet she wants for his to have a future all the same. His and this one. Mastering his abilities will only further help ensure it. ]

Then for those who wish to see that bright, righteous future... we will develop your power.

[ The sunrise is only the beginning; by midday, it becomes splendorous. He, too, is included among those who wish to see the future.

The virtual code perfectly conveys the great gravity and hope carried by her tone. She allows her words to linger within the air as she turns over his hand in both of hers. The markings of the gods are upon the inside of his forearm, but his palm is... without them. He wields his own sword. She smiles, approvingly at him, as if she’s proud of the decision he has made. ]

Let’s start at once.

[carbungle]

[Figures, she still manages to surprise him. His eyes widen, glancing down briefly at their hands before lifting them up again.]

At once? Do you know how?

[Can she make the impossible possible…!? Because it sure felt like a lost cause back home. And considering how evasive she'd been any time he asked her about what she might know of magic, he has no idea what to expect from this. Still, it... might be nice to try. It's been a long time since neither he nor anyone else thought to bother with it.]

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[iustaegis]

[ Well....

There's a quick look at their surroundings. Then at him. No, starting here wouldn't do. This is not reality, and she doubts that this reality can really replicate the full magnitude of the King of Light's abilities, let alone any bonding to hers.

Also. He is in a towel. ]

[iustaegis]

[ Sweetly: ]

....If you will indulge me in a few more answers first, that would help. [ Such as.... ] This crystal from where you derive your power...

Is it here?

[carbungle]

[Yeah magic doesn't work in VR. And he definitely doesn't know because he tried it already, no sir.

At her question, he shakes his head with a frown.]

Doubt it- if it's here, I haven't seen it, and as far as I can tell, people only show up with stuff they had with them when they were taken.

[Considering the Crystal was stolen months ago in his time, and the only one who might have had it as a "possession" is Regis... yeah, it's unlikely.]

A friend of mine thought that powers might be fueled by, uh-

[He lifts their joined hands meaningfully.]

-but I wouldn't know how to confirm that. It doesn't feel any different, anyway.

[iustaegis]

[ She had felt it as soon as she arrived in this world-- a limit to her abilities. It's nauseatingly confounding, but a blessing in disguise. She, and her abilities, should not be here anyway. ] So long as your abilities manifest in the same way they do in your own world, I... don't see a problem.

[ A beat. Speaking of-- ]

How do you call upon this power? And how does it manifest?

[ When she had first met him, he hadn't been carrying any weapons. A demonstration would probably be better, now that she thinks of it... But the hot spring is comfy and she's holding his hand so! ]

[carbungle]

How...?

[God, how does he even explain it. It's been so long since those first days of training, since he'd first started infusing power into his possessions and figuring out how to draw them in and out of the Armiger. Was the first time even on purpose or did he just accidentally zap it into oblivion? He vaguely remembers losing a pencil in there for at least a week.

He's not sure there's even an appropriate comparison, but-]

It's kinda like... reaching into a pocket and pulling something out, except the pocket isn't real. Or the pocket is inside me, I guess? And I use magic to move objects in and out of the pocket whenever I need to use them. And sometimes I can put myself into the pocket to-

[He stops, abruptly, and covers his face with his free hand.]

That doesn't make any sense, does it.

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[iustaegis]

[ She continues watching him as he explains, her gaze patient.

Fumbling, puzzled, and unable to describe his power to her on words, she realizes her error in the way she asked question itself. She allows him to continue nonetheless, because there is something oddly adorable for the way in which he tries. He will have to show her. For now, though... ]

[iustaegis]

[ She scoots closer, and the warm ripples of water lap against them gently. ]

And here?

[ Finally her hand leaves his, only reach across the space between them to place her palm upon the left side of his chest. Her touch is light, respectful. ]

How does calling upon this power... make you feel?

[ He describes something that seems... dizzying— warping, calling forth objects, placing himself into that pocket— but he himself doesn’t seem to be deterred at using this power. Maybe each warp has a path. Maybe each object he summons has a specific purpose, an strength. ]

Does it come with the clarity of what you must achieve with it? [ Be that felling an enemy or otherwise. ] Do you feel lost, overwhelmed? Or do you feel as if you can accomplish... anything, so long as you wield it?

[carbungle]

[How it feels… he nods slowly, recognizing the question with more clarity this time. It's probably a more accurate method for how he uses it these days, anyway.]

When I was little, I used to sneak out to watch the Kingsglaive in the courtyard. They could do almost everything my father could, and their sword skills were amazing. I wanted to be strong like them, or like my dad, so… that's what I thought about a lot, when I was training.

[On hard days he would envision them, fuel his own ambitions through those memories- flinging themselves from one side to the other, hanging off the walls as they waited for the perfect time to strike, celebrating their successes and cursing their failures. The stern and succinct instruction of Drautos as he supervised their efforts. To a still-recovering child who had difficulty connecting with others, the camaraderie felt very much like a finish line towards which he should be running. I want to be like that. I want power like that. I want friends like that.

Looking back on that is a conflicting experience, after all that went down with the Glaives and Drautos especially, but he can't just erase those feelings either.]

The first time I saw a daemon, I was powerless, scared, and that was the worst feeling in the world. When I'm fighting now, I think… I never want to feel like that again. I want to be strong enough to fight anything.

[Be it gods, daemons, or maybe fate itself. The Crystal and his magic are the keys to all of that.]

[iustaegis]

[ There it is. I want to be strong enough to find anything, because he has those for whom to fight and protect. As he's mentioned before, he does not want sacrifices, for no one else to die, he said, and then for himself not to die, either. ] That feeling of futility... I'm sorry that you felt it at all back then. [ Yet coupled with the intense desire to protect others-- it is what makes him strong. He fights for more than what those who have come before him have.

He wants it all; and that's a good thing. While hope is ever-precarious and faith is tor the transient, greed is robust, tempered with steel.

Pyra's fingers leave his chest, onto to return to grasp at his hand. ]

Thank you. [ She breathes out, slowly, as if she has come to a conclusion. With his answers, she has a much better picture of just what he wishes to achieve, a glory like no other. ] Let's... overcome it: the past, and what others before you could not accomplish. For the future. [ As long as the future exists, it's worth fighting for in any way. It's enough, that it simply is there. ]

When we meet next, I'll like to see how your power works. I think that would be best.

[carbungle]

[He... has no idea what she's thanking him for, but he does manage to nod. Whatever it is, he doesn't mind; she's the one going out of her way to help him. And even if he isn't all that confident that this method will work any better than any other he's tried over the years, they have time to spare here. If she doesn't mind sharing some of her free time with him for this, he'll accept it without complaint.]

Sure, that's fair. [He looks her up and down briefly - there's no real subtle or polite way of taking in the shape of her body or muscle structure, but it's kind of necessary - and purses his lips thoughtfully.] Do you know how to fight? With weapons, or unarmed, whichever.

[Or magic, though he doesn't ask since she's been so squirrely with that.]

[iustaegis]

[ She cuts him off. ]

Hold on.

Aren't you forgetting something?

[carbungle]

[Oh god, what now.]

Am I?

[iustaegis]

King?

[carbungle]

[kjhfksjdhf gOD. He is equal parts relieved and concerned, because that probably could have been worse but also he gave himself away didn't he.]

...R-right. There was no coronation, though, and no one actually calls me that. I'm still just a prince.

[He pauses, though, because he knows that is insufficient.]

Sorry... for lying about it, before. I didn't want to spread it around until I talked to my dad.

[iustaegis]

[ She waves a hand, laughing softly. ]

Oh, no, no.  It's alright. Later that day, I happened to hear about it from... your, ah, "Oracle"? [ Luna! Seems like everyone has important titles in his world.

Unlike him, though, she won't be apologizing for playing ignorant during a conversation. ]

[carbungle]

[Seems like she said the magic word- the moment he hears Oracle, he perks up immediately, any guilt or uncertainty vanishing like it was never there at all.]

You met Luna? Hah, no wonder.

[Technically there are two Oracles in town now, but only one of them would call him a king. The other is more likely to coo about her "dearest nephew" instead.]

[pyrafect]

[ The change she sees in him is immediate. ]

She’s beautiful...

[ Watching him remains fascinating. Look how he lights up at speaking of her, as if he cherishes the sounds that make the name itself. It makes her wonder... ]

Have you told her you love her yet?

[ DIDN’T THEY TALK ABOUT THIS LAST TIME. He has to hug those he cares about and tell them that he loves them!! And now that she knows Luna is among those, she’s up there on his hug-to-do list with his father and Ignis. ]