hugtopia_logs | Entries tagged with c: pyra/mythra/pneuma

hugtopiamods

clouds in a dark sky with snow falling, and the text See You Space Cowboy at the bottom

❥ State of Havenwell & Aellyn

Lasra (January) brings with it the lightest winter yet; the temperate is mild, the snowfall light and fluffy, and the wind does not blow quite as hard as one might expect considering the time of year. This weather is consistent throughout the city limits, with the exception of one area: the central plaza, where the egg's nest is laid. That area is actually quite pleasant, heated by the cooperative effort of the residents who opted to cuddle with the egg and each other, creating something of a bubble, almost like an incubator. If the slight chill of the still-mild winter has you shivering, swing by the center of town to warm up.
Speaking of the egg, it has been a long time coming, but in early Lasra, cracks begin to appear across the surface! Days pass with little change, whatever is within the shell chipping slowly against its confines. It draws in an eager, anxious audience of locals, keeping a respectful distance but ever-hopeful that whatever hatches will bring good tidings. Eventually, though, the shell at last breaks apart, and what emerges is a pony-sized griffon, golden coloured and iridescent, wings damp and wilted, chirping curiously as he witnesses the world for the first time. Despite being newly born, the reincarnated Winged Lord carries within him a surprisingly wise look to his eyes, and as its body dries in the light of the sun, it begins to radiate a gentle glow, demonstrating to any detractors that this is, in fact, the final lost god. He remains in the center of town for a few days, meeting the people of Havenwell, accepting gifts and prayers and simple greetings, happy to experience both the world and the company of the people who helped bring it back from the dark. After some time he will venture underground to the tunnel from which his egg was originally rescued. Should anyone worry for him, his answer will be simple, calm, and to the point: "Don't worry, I am going to visit my friend. We have a lot to talk about." There is a subtle joy in his tone as he speaks. Once he enters the tunnel, he will vanish from the city and no longer be found, but the air continues to feel brighter, the city abuzz with warm energy. The world has changed for the better, and everyone can feel it.
By mid-month, the priests of all four temples have come forward to begin separating and reverently dismantling the nest in the center of town. What once were pillows, blankets, bits of string, and fluff are now fragments of the Winged Lord, blessed by his light, and they intend to save every piece. There are exceptions, however. To each and every offworlder, the priests send a message: come to the temple, we have a gift for you.

Should you go to the temple of your associated god, a priest will present to you a small, strange charm. It is a fragment of the Winged Lord's egg, bound and fastened with a string pulled from his nest. It looks fragile, but is astonishingly strong, seemingly unbreakable. Take care of it and do not lose it, you are told by the priests, for this is your way home.
After the eggshell charms have been distributed, news travels quickly that the underground tunnel has changed yet again. The Crawling One has devoured the earth surrounding the original gateway to its realm, and has encircled it tightly multiple times to create a new doorway, just as nebulous and wispy as before, but without the poisonous atmosphere of the prior portal. Its gate is lined with glimmering golden feathers, and it glows with a warm, inviting light. Should you venture close to it, you will be overwhelmed with the nostalgic feeling of familiar. It smells like your favourite recipe, it feels like an old blanket from your childhood bed. It gives you the distinct and unmistakable feeling of home, and very gently, it calls to you. You need only walk through.

1) Should you wish to forget Havenwell, Aellyn, and your time in this world, crush the eggshell after you cross the threshold of the Crawling One's doorway. This will send you back to your world as you were when you left, and everything will be as if it were a dream: fading into nothingness when you wake up. (Only within the doorway will the shell be fragile enough to break.)
2) Should you wish to remember, hold the eggshell charm gently, and carry it with you into your world. As long as it remains unbroken through the doorway, you will remember.
3) Should you wish to journey with someone else and reach the same destination, hold your eggshells together, hands entwined, as you cross through the doorway. Whoever's world is the intended destination MUST lead the way, taking the first step. This choice comes with a warning: you will be lost from your world, and might not be able to return. Choose this option carefully, as the consequences are your own. Those who arrive in that world may find themselves separated, in different locations, but the charm will help to guide you, magically drawn to others who carry a fragment.
4) Should you wish to stay in Aellyn, you need only refrain from crossing through the doorway. Your presence will be welcome wherever you go; the world still has a good deal of recovering to do, and many hands make light the work.
You will not be judged, for whatever option you take. The door will remain open until every offworlder has made their choice.

♥ back to top

❥ Current God Status & Effects

The final god power balance, from strongest to weakest, is:
1. Rawna
2. Diacht
3. Ainea
4. Ohma

Thanks to the awakening and reformation of the Crawling One and the revival of the Winged Lord, the gods have regained their ability to balance their own power. There still remains a long road towards true collaboration, but thanks to the hard work of everyone involved, they are well on their way to resolving their own issues. Collectively, Hugtopia netted a total of over 29,000 hugpoints! Well done, and thank you everyone!
And Thanks For All The Fish

In celebration of the rebirth of their god and revitalization, while the priests are carefully dismantling the nest the rest of the city's natives are hurriedly working to express their gratitude. By the time the offworlders receive their eggshell charms, there are eager residents wishing to see them off with charms and trinkets; some made with Havenwell's trademark fabrics and ribbons, some with seashells traded from Shoremere, and many with a mixture of both as a tangible mark of all that the world's visitors have aided in accomplishing. While they of course ask for nothing in return, if one should ask then the native residents can only think of one form of payment:

Leave nothing unsaid or unspoken. Share your secrets, confess your uncertainties, speak your thoughts and have them be heard by more than just yourself. Should you do so, in addition to a lovely charm and heartfelt well-wishes you may just feel a little warmth in your chest helping you onward in whatever decisions you should choose to make.

This prompt was suggested by Carrie (connectsthedots)!

♥ back to top

❥ A Final Message from the Mod Team

a grey cat hugging a white cat with 'thank you' text at the bottom

This is the final event log of the game, a farewell finale where characters can say their goodbyes and go on their way, or decide to stay if they wish. No further updates will be made, but the community is yours to do with as you please. All that said, if you have any comments or final questions (related to either this event or anything that came before!), things left unanswered, please use the mod comment below and we'll do our best to satisfy. Otherwise, our job is done.

Thank you so, so much for playing with us. It's been a joy. Thank you for sticking with us through ups and downs, through the slow periods and the fast-paced shenanigans. Many of you have stuck with us since the very beginning, and we know how rare that is! It's been an amazing journey. Wherever we end up going forward, may your stories always be joyful to tell.

Goodbye, and have one last hug for the road!

-Akai, Jade, Kaze, Nao

hugtopiamods

comets from a starry sky over mountains and trees

April (Lasai) Event Log

( now we're thinking with portals. )

shroudedsecrets

♥ Who: Honerva [OPEN]
♥ Where: Various
♥ When: Early/Midmonth Lasai (April), can be purposed for later stuff too
♥ What: Stress while waiting for Lup to wake up.
♥ Rating: PG probably unless otherwise stated

[ It's not the first time that Affurgato would have up a simple "we're closed" sign and note with apologies for the inconvenience, though it's certainly the first time in a while. Someone might potentially notice Honerva on the few times she might go by to visit the cats, feed and make sure they have some attention, if they haven't been asked to help with that themselves.

Any inquiries sent directly to Lup will notably not be responded to (at least not until she awakens). If any are sent Honerva's way, she'll respond however.

Otherwise anyone looking for her directly isn't too likely to find her in her expected areas, unless they happen to be in the vicinity of Diacht's temple, where she might be found sometimes in the courtyard. Her ears have a noticeable downward tilt to them, while she mostly seeming distracted with either pursuing her tablets and probably working hard on something if only to keep her mind busy, or gazing skyward if it happens to be nightfall. Kova both hangs around with her and sometimes pursues a familiar out of habit.

Other locations are rarer but no less possible. ]

hugtopiamods

drawing of a cartoonish corgi holding an envelope in its mouth, with a window on its body showing it is full of hearts

February (Nalom) Event Log

Nalom is the end of Rawna’s reign over the year, but despite the cold weather that still has snow piling up in places, the citizens like to keep this month light and warm with fun. Ainean priests begin adding her colors to Rawna’s silver and rainbow throughout the city, dressing up windows with pink and purple ribbons to complement Rawna’s decorations. They know the Rawnan priests won’t mind as they generally take it easy at the end. And since the offworlders have arrived, this month has taken on a life - and love - of its own.

( february is barely even a month )

hugtopiamods

a sunlit orchard with fruit growing on a row of trees

November (Malom) Event Log

With most of Havenwell left in varying degrees of shambles from the prior month's catastrophe, the city seems just a little bit more quiet and stony in ways not just owed to the chill of oncoming winter. However, the gray mood doesn't need to last; the offworlders and locals alike might just be able to band together to pick up the scattered pieces before long.

Unlike previous years, winter is approaching at a slower pace than usual. Whether this is believed as coincidence or the gods opting to give the city more pleasant weather while the reconstruction is ongoing is entirely up to each individual. Nevertheless, the sun is out and there is work to be done.

( we remembered the cut text last month )

hugtopiamods

a cloudy sky colored in pastel blues and pinks

October (Lasohm) Event Log

Lasohm brings with it a familiar chill and a dash of increased precipitation, as the city prepares itself for the coming winter season. Best practice is to go out with a jacket or sweater to avoid those goosebumps! Or don't and be cold, we won't judge. The wind carried over from last month doesn't help matters any, though at least the rest of the city is quiet and placid for the most part, as if entering an electronic hibernation. That peace is sure to last, right? Not like anything bad ever happens in Lasohm.

( there's a snake in my boot )

carbungle

♥ Who: Noctis and... some people!! CR-related.
♥ Where: @ the Caelum junior house
♥ When: around now, yolo
♥ What: a wall breaks, a flood rushes in. try not to drown.
♥ Rating: PG, thar be some blood

( here be a catch-all for a player plot, prompts in threads below )

hugtopiamods

a background of multicolored paint splatter with a horizontal splash of white across it

August (Achtom) Event LogAchtom is here, the pinnacle of summer, and the city is (tentatively) getting back into the groove of normalcy. Locals are intrigued and curious about the idea of a celebration for them, all things considered, and are more than happy to allow the festivity to help them forget all the unpleasantness of the last few months. Many will be in attendance, and are eager to learn and experience whatever their offworlder neighbours have to offer. Put on a good show, if you feel so inclined! They'll surely love it.

As it is the last month of Diacht's reign, their priests have begun to tone down the decor of the city, removing any frivolity that had been damaged in last month's rain, for repair or replacement and storage until next season. The streets are a little more bare than they usually are, colour-wise, but hey, Ohnir is just around the corner.

( an out of body experience, some may say )

necromanswers

♥ Who: Lup, Honerva, Pyra
♥ Where: Lup & Honerva's house
♥ When: around now
♥ What: the separation of old "friends"
♥ Rating: PGish

[It had taken some time to get the new vessel ready, and just as much (if not more) time to mentally brace herself for what they were about to do. If she were stronger, perhaps it would have been easier, but the thought of having to handle the Umbra Staff long enough to draw whatever strange entity or energy was trapped within it and bury it in something that (should he ever return) her brother won't want to have hanging off his arm... well, she's scared shitless, if she's being honest about it.

She's not being honest, admittedly, but she's barely a sliver above fully transparent to those who know her best, so she figures that's close enough. It's less about the entity, for certain, though one aspect of her fear is it trying to crawl its way back into Honerva. A big part of it is dreading having two magical artifacts that can suck her unanchored soul into themselves in her household. She can't really make it work without that aspect being functional, though, so at least she thought to set up an auto-text to Ardyn in case this really goes tits up and they're all out of commission for a while thanks to a misfire. (It shouldn't, but. You know. Shit happens.)

While they wait for Pyra to arrive, she's in the kitchen, seated at the table with a cup of herbal tea to soothe her irritated nerves.]

awooligan

♥ Who: Clifford Norman, OTA!
♥ Where: wherever tbh...
♥ When: August 1 and general early August.
♥ What: Cliff arrives to do typical intro log stuff and be frustrated.
♥ Rating: uhh PG-13 for language? and probably underage smoking at some point.

( and god, i know i'm one. )

soulerosion

♥ Who: nero the sable and YOU!
♥ Where: all about havenwell
♥ When: mid-june
♥ What: nero has just arrived, needs a mechanic, and is unfortunately a very sticky boy who isn't going to take kindly to this new status quo.
♥ Rating: pg-13

( shall we dance? )

carbungle

♥ Who: Anybody in Pyra's social circle!
♥ Where: the younger Caelum's house
♥ When: Today!
♥ What: it's Pyra's birthday :3 come celebrate!
♥ Rating: probably G-PG

Pretty much anybody in Pyra's communicator with whom she's even remotely friendly will have received a notice this past week or so with the date, time, and address for… a birthday party! Come on by and pass along your well wishes.

mood

The younger Caelum household is decorated with blues and reds, nothing too fancy but done with obvious care: balloons, streamers, woven flowers. There's music jamming in the living room area, loud enough to be heard but not enough to overwhelm the entire house. Mostly easy listening car tunes, but there's a handful you could dance to if that's your jam.

Noctis is properly hosting rather than wallflowering for once, at the beck and call of the lady of the hour for whatever she wants. He'll make a point to sit Pyra down in a extra-fancily-decorated chair at some point to open presents, complete with a dorky foil crown on her head. She's the queen today!

food

The party is partially catered by Affurgato, as is tradition, so the quality of the buffet is on point. There's also plenty of finger foods from Lucis- real fries, sushi platters, grilled meat skewers. It all smells great.

The cake is a strawberry-vanilla swirl, simply but cutely decorated with chocolate-dipped ulwaat strawberries. There's no set number of candles on the cake; they're peppered on with no set pattern at all. (How old is she? Don't worry about it.)

brood

If you need a quiet space away from a crowd, try the backyard. There you'll find… well, a different crowd. It's kind of a zoo. There's a hawk in his mews, a blue chocobo in her garage stall, two dogs chasing one another, and a lazy mercat in her corner pool. The garden is lovely and populated with freshly growing spring flowers, and while it's somewhat full of furry critters, at least it's quiet.

(( mingle freely! toplevel, tag around! format is also 100% chill, prose or brackets, whatever you want to do. ))

shroudedsecrets

♥ Who: Lup [A T-REX], Honerva, OPEN
♥ Where: City Outskirts
♥ When: Dianir 6th
♥ What: Distractions
♥ Rating: Prehistoric?

Anyone wandering too close to the city outskirts might be greeted by an unusual sight; mostly there are robot citizens who seem drawn to an area and even as they approach, seem perplexed about how to handle a situation but mostly muttering to themselves or leaving on their way.

Otherworlders who just might be nearby might hear sounds of battle in the distance, but otherwise there seems to be a large dinosaur doing some stomping around, patrolling, wandering, what is going on...? Some might have the sense to stay away from a giant patrolling lizard, but for those who indulge in their curiosity to look closer, they might realize there's a person riding it as well.

Choose to watch for too long, however, and you might be noticed.

callmegladio

♥ Who: Everyone and anyone!
♥ Where: Insomnia 2.0
♥ When: 29th May. 6pm.
♥ What: Tony's Birthday Party and Bar Opening.
♥ Rating: R. To be on the safe side.

( Party Time! )

runs_on_batteries

♥ Who: Varies but mostly open!
♥ Where: Regis' House
♥ When: April 2- April 4
♥ What: Partying it up Tony style! Gladio's going to love it!
♥ Rating: PG13 for language, alcohol use/ drunken behavior, and general Tony-ness? I'll add CW
♥ Note: Please note that any who know Tony will notice he's looking about five years younger (Icons have been updated)

The intention had been to keep this party small and limited to Eos' favorite boy band and their groupies but with everyone helping out with the bar and the good mood he'd been in... Tony might have accidentally invited more people. Like.. a lot more people. Okay, so he invited everyone. In his defense, who would want to miss out on an official Tony Stark Bash™?

Starting the middle of the afternoon on Friday, the neighborhood surrounding Regis' house would notice an increase in activity as people arrived. By that evening, the windows were open, the music was blaring, and booze was flowing. Someone might have used just about all their extra they'd earned on making tonight special for someone.

So come one and all over to the King's house and let the King of the party pour you a fresh homebrewed beer from his keg, grab some Ignis and Pyra treats, enjoy a slice of delicious red velvet cake with strawberries made by Tony, and drop off a token of appreciation for the birthday boy and keep our fingers crossed he'll show up!

carbungle

♥ Who: Noctis and you!
♥ Where: Around town, wherever
♥ When: Now + catchall for April
♥ What: Chocobo acquired! And some other stuff
♥ Rating: PG presumably

[The request from Rawna's temple to visit to pick up an "uncooperative package" had been a confusing one; packages typically show up at his door, they don't require cooperation. Even the heavy ones. The reason is made quite clear when he arrives, however, and is greeted with a very familiar "kweh" noise; there's a chocobo in the temple, near the main statue, and two of the priests are trying to guide her forward but she's not budging an inch. They tug at her reins, they try pushing, but no dice. She doesn't move even the slightest bit until he draws out a little whistle he hasn't used in at least a year and a half. The moment he blows into it, she squawks and comes running right over to greet him. His chest hurts just looking at her, and his fingers brush through her feathers as she nuzzles him in playful recognition. Not just a chocobo, but his chocobo. Or at least, the riding partner he'd claimed for himself during his time in Lucis. His rental would have long expired by the time he reached Gralea, but still, she came right up. She knows him.]

...Hey, buddy… gotta be a paying customer, huh?

( one; i want to ride my chocobo all day 🎵 ) - open

[His chocobo is a sight for sore eyes, and for the whole rest of the day Noctis is wandering through town with a chocobo. Maybe he's riding it, walking at a casual pace and just enjoying the feel of it. Maybe they're racing through the street, weaving around residents with a laughing apology. Maybe he's just walking with her, passing her the occasional green leaf and just indulging in that familiar barn smell.

He probably hasn't looked this happy in months.]

( two; there's a lot of noise at the junior caelum household ) - open

[The less fun part about having a chocobo is caring for one- which means having a place for them. Part of his city wandering involved some shopping, namely for building materials and some tools to get things started. He's not a pro at construction by any means (putting it lightly), and the fine-tuning of transforming part of the garage into a stable will require paying someone else to do the rest. What he does get to do himself is knock down the back wall. And that's exactly what he's doing- blowing off some steam by taking a sledgehammer to the stonework, so there's an open path for Captain to walk in and out of the garden. Turns out, breaking down a wall is fun. Sorry for the noise, roomies. And also anyone who happens to pass by or live close.

The chocobo is with him there as well, lounging in the grass and having a staring contest with the hawk in his mews. Her expression is nothing if not challenging: come at me, fellow bird.]

( wildcard; for extra/unrelated prompts )

[ this is a catch-all for april, whatever you wanna do, hit me up <3 ]

tinkerheart

♥ Who: Fëanor
♥ Where: All around the city
♥ When: March 15th onwards
♥ What: Arrival and getting hopelessly lost
♥ Rating: Might include possible use of creative insults

( Not all who wander... )

taintedmoon

♥ Who: Yotsuyu and whoever has the misfortune to stumble on her
♥ Where: Temples / Housing / Jail
♥ When: March 07th - 10th
♥ What: Yotsuyu wakes up in a strange new world. She hates it.
♥ Rating: Rated E for Everyone

( Read more... )

scourgingstars

♥ Who: Ardyn + whoever
♥ Where: Various
♥ When: Throughout March/Ainir
♥ What: Whatever happens, happens. Sometimes a lot of things happen.
♥ Rating: T

( my head is stripped just like a screw that's been tightened too many times )

runs_on_batteries

♥ Who: Tony and OTA
♥ Where: Varies
♥ When: Varies
♥ What: Tony working on random projects around town.
♥ Rating: PG-13 for language and general Tony irreverence/ rudeness/ and nudity! (It's a bath house?) If it gets worse, I promise to add warnings.

[ooc: Pick a date (or I'll pick one) and you can assume Tony's at one of these locations.]

[1. Affurgato] At different points of the day (at least between noon and 5 on Fridays through Sundays), Tony can be spotted at the cat café. He had his favorite corner booth where he could easily see most everyone who came in and keep an eye on them once they were there. He rotated back and forth between the soup and salad of the month depending on the temperature. Rio was the first cat he befriended but with each visit that included a quiet period of time working on some project on his tablet or reading, Harmony often joined him now.

Right now, the uniquely beautiful kitty sat like a happy loaf of bread taking up half the table, Tony paused between bites of his salad to run his hand along the feline's fur with a soft murmur of some kind of praise. He was absorbed in what he was reading, but clearly not enough to neglect his furry friend.

[2. A 'café' right outside the largest library.] The actual library was too quiet for Tony. He paced, he talked to Friday through his tablet, and most distracting of all, he played with holographic images and diagrams. So after trying that for an hour, he relocated to a cafe beside the library, at one of the tables on the patio. Even though the temperature was still slightly too cold to be comfortable, with his scarf and tea, he was fine. And by tea, it was actually hot water with a slice of pineapple in it. It wasn't too bad and it was warm, so he was drinking it anyway.

The current holographic image was that of the arena with various angles something could be fired from. The light blue image spins as he scratches his beard and studies it, deep in thought.

[3. Bath House] Because why the hell not? It had been chilly and rainy (this time just water rain) the last few days and who didn't love a nice relaxing evening at the spa?

Tony was stretched out comfortably in one of the hot spring pools with his flip flops and towel on a dry ledge within arms reach. Bare chested anyone could see the chain he wore around his neck with a tiny, black, skull charm on it. Only thing that would make this better was a pina colada.

[4. Wild Card] Tony can be found anywhere around town, whether he's out walking, shopping, or working on a project. He's at various VR cafes and often at Petals and Pages too. Bug him at your own risk!

*Adding one for reasons*
[5. 'Adult' Store] (Obvs CW: Sex stuff) He hadn't expected to really need this stuff so soon after arriving, but there were absolutely no complaints that he'd been wrong on this one! He strolled around the store amused and alarmed by some of the things the natives had come up with for their god's porn stars.

He picked up a bottle of lube that just didn't look right and turned it around in his hand. The clear bottle revealed a very worrisome color and texture. He walked up to the counter. "I don't know what this is, but I can guarantee it shouldn't go near someone's dick." He looks at it a little closer and then gives the native a frown. "Is this motor oil, you toaster reject?"