Entry tags:
- #event,
- alec lightwood (shadowhunters),
- amanda perry (sgu),
- aymeric de borel (final fantasy xiv),
- era ra (final fantasy xiv),
- farraige oconell (oc),
- ion fortuna (trinity blood),
- john murphy (the 100),
- joseph kavinsky (trc),
- juno steel (penumbra),
- magnus bane (shadowhunters),
- nico di angelo (chb),
- rafaello d’este (oc)
RAIN & MEMORY SHARE
Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: Rain has come to the world, and with it, comes whacky memory share phenomena— certainly not all of which is wanted. Characters are driven to find shelter and solutions.
Date(s): September 30-October 7
Warnings/Notes: None specific, please warn in your subject headers
At first, it's just rain, expected to last a week. A swirl of silver cotton-candy clouds in the sky that rolls into a mist, and then a drizzle that freckles the gutters and chases people to their cars or into the shopfronts. It's nourishing and not too cold— a good excuse to share an umbrella or maybe just fitting of a shitty, blue mood if you would like to walk around in a billowy coat like the King of Pain.
It can be a cute or enormously embarrassing way to meet people, pretty much up to you. Fall in step with someone under an offered umbrella, or dart around like a panic with a pizza box or plastic bag over your head. Maybe you'll just find an overhanging tree branch or store awning to tuck yourself under. Hopefully you're stuck with someone you like.
Quite a few restaurants seem to be offering rainy day specials, including Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, comprised of hot cocoa and half-off a second cup if you're buying for a friend. You probably won't be the only one there.
However, for those of you who are taking the weather more seriously, the citadel has opened for shelter. Here, there are beds aplenty scattered throughout, and the bar and lounge is open with its terrible soundtrack as well as plentiful if repetitive food and drink. Residents are also exchanging resources of their own, including harvested foodstuffs and clothes. You can also check out the control room to see the meteorological analysis and forecast... which is behaving a little unpredictably, but-- it'll probably be fine.
Alternatively, #mood.

Maybe everything sucks because you got stood up for a date or otherwise rejected recently-- it's a good time to storm around tragically in the street. Alternatively, if you're the happy type, there is an entire musical dedicated to the fine practice of dancing in the rain. Who needs musical accompaniment when you have the rhythmic drubbing of water on the earth and the sweet smell of petrichor?
Or maybe you're in the mood to talk. Certainly, there's an increasing sense of nostalgia going around that's stronger and more widespread than the average effect of poetic weather...
However, the downpour steadily intensifies over the next few days, and soon after F.A.T.E.S. issues a warning— D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has hijacked the climate. At first, there are only a few concerns— herds of animals coming into the city seeking shelter. Be careful if you find a herd of bison gathered under the highway overpass, or your kitchen is suddenly full of fairies. Hell, maybe you're a Good Samaritan, trying to rescue some hapless native cat or other.
But then it begins.
As the rain grows heavy, the nostalgia turns into something unexpected. Characters who touch one another find themselves sharing brief sensory memory. These can vary from the sudden and terrible pain of old battle wounds, to the overwhelming, heart-pounding joy of welcoming a new child to the family. The scary thing is, these memory share are uncontrolled, and might come from even the shortest, most accidental touch.

News from your fellow residents: Era Ra and Ezekiel won visions during the fair. And now Era has information to share, that uploading memories at the Temple can lock and protect them from the involuntary release, as well as fortify the defenses of the city. She's also talking about some kind of a key hole there, which you can check out yourself. Weird!
You can teleport East from the Citadel to the Temple, or you can walk there on your own two legs. Weather allowing.
Within the Temple the chamber lays behind a large round door covered in inscrutable carvings. It's surprisingly bright in here now, in contrast to what Era's message held. It contains numerous strange beds, all of which are now online, having awakened in answer to the rainfall. The characters must lay down on while the daemons connect to a holographic interface.
From there, the memory share becomes intuitive even for the most technologically impaired of Xistentia residents.
If you should choose to share, you may control who sees it; filter it to someone of your choice, or leave it open for everyone. You may post anonymously, but visual cues of identity cannot be erased. Pain is muted and impressionistic, but pleasure tends to be evocative enough. It's the way the mind works. Daemons will flag graphic or commonly disturbing material. With every new memory shared, the rain seems to be lessening.
You can also choose to lock it away, preventing anyone from seeing it for at least another month. Unfortunately your memory will not help to shield the city, but at least it will stop embarrassing you. Let's hope it doesn't provoke any intrusive questions in the meantime.
After 48 hours, enough memories have been shared. The sky over the city and the sphere of forest surround the urban bounds develops a barrier that looks almost liquid, translucent. Though residents can pass through it, it cuts the rain down to half. A few hours later, the storm wanes out and stops entirely. The shield also fades away, and the animals begin to ebb as well, back into the wild. It's only been a week, but it might feel much longer.

The memories will dissipate from storage in a month, regardless of whether or not they're viewed again.
Summary: Rain has come to the world, and with it, comes whacky memory share phenomena— certainly not all of which is wanted. Characters are driven to find shelter and solutions.
Date(s): September 30-October 7
Warnings/Notes: None specific, please warn in your subject headers
Awash In Memory
The landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden
The Rain
At first, it's just rain, expected to last a week. A swirl of silver cotton-candy clouds in the sky that rolls into a mist, and then a drizzle that freckles the gutters and chases people to their cars or into the shopfronts. It's nourishing and not too cold— a good excuse to share an umbrella or maybe just fitting of a shitty, blue mood if you would like to walk around in a billowy coat like the King of Pain.
Gimme Shelter

Quite a few restaurants seem to be offering rainy day specials, including Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, comprised of hot cocoa and half-off a second cup if you're buying for a friend. You probably won't be the only one there.
However, for those of you who are taking the weather more seriously, the citadel has opened for shelter. Here, there are beds aplenty scattered throughout, and the bar and lounge is open with its terrible soundtrack as well as plentiful if repetitive food and drink. Residents are also exchanging resources of their own, including harvested foodstuffs and clothes. You can also check out the control room to see the meteorological analysis and forecast... which is behaving a little unpredictably, but-- it'll probably be fine.
Like My Mood
Alternatively, #mood.

Maybe everything sucks because you got stood up for a date or otherwise rejected recently-- it's a good time to storm around tragically in the street. Alternatively, if you're the happy type, there is an entire musical dedicated to the fine practice of dancing in the rain. Who needs musical accompaniment when you have the rhythmic drubbing of water on the earth and the sweet smell of petrichor?
Or maybe you're in the mood to talk. Certainly, there's an increasing sense of nostalgia going around that's stronger and more widespread than the average effect of poetic weather...
Oh Shit
However, the downpour steadily intensifies over the next few days, and soon after F.A.T.E.S. issues a warning— D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has hijacked the climate. At first, there are only a few concerns— herds of animals coming into the city seeking shelter. Be careful if you find a herd of bison gathered under the highway overpass, or your kitchen is suddenly full of fairies. Hell, maybe you're a Good Samaritan, trying to rescue some hapless native cat or other.
But then it begins.
The Memory Share
As the rain grows heavy, the nostalgia turns into something unexpected. Characters who touch one another find themselves sharing brief sensory memory. These can vary from the sudden and terrible pain of old battle wounds, to the overwhelming, heart-pounding joy of welcoming a new child to the family. The scary thing is, these memory share are uncontrolled, and might come from even the shortest, most accidental touch.
The Telexistence Temple

News from your fellow residents: Era Ra and Ezekiel won visions during the fair. And now Era has information to share, that uploading memories at the Temple can lock and protect them from the involuntary release, as well as fortify the defenses of the city. She's also talking about some kind of a key hole there, which you can check out yourself. Weird!

Within the Temple the chamber lays behind a large round door covered in inscrutable carvings. It's surprisingly bright in here now, in contrast to what Era's message held. It contains numerous strange beds, all of which are now online, having awakened in answer to the rainfall. The characters must lay down on while the daemons connect to a holographic interface.
From there, the memory share becomes intuitive even for the most technologically impaired of Xistentia residents.
The Temple Chamber
If you should choose to share, you may control who sees it; filter it to someone of your choice, or leave it open for everyone. You may post anonymously, but visual cues of identity cannot be erased. Pain is muted and impressionistic, but pleasure tends to be evocative enough. It's the way the mind works. Daemons will flag graphic or commonly disturbing material. With every new memory shared, the rain seems to be lessening.
You can also choose to lock it away, preventing anyone from seeing it for at least another month. Unfortunately your memory will not help to shield the city, but at least it will stop embarrassing you. Let's hope it doesn't provoke any intrusive questions in the meantime.
After 48 hours, enough memories have been shared. The sky over the city and the sphere of forest surround the urban bounds develops a barrier that looks almost liquid, translucent. Though residents can pass through it, it cuts the rain down to half. A few hours later, the storm wanes out and stops entirely. The shield also fades away, and the animals begin to ebb as well, back into the wild. It's only been a week, but it might feel much longer.

The memories will dissipate from storage in a month, regardless of whether or not they're viewed again.
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My guess? I think it's related. This memory business... I don't see how it helps anyone restore their world.
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Unless this is going to turn out like the end of Wizard of Oz where we all tap our heels and think very hard about home, then I tend to agree with you.
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I saw that in the theater, when it came out. I was really little then, though. And I doubt it'll be anything like that. Though if we find out who the man is behind the curtain, I'd like to have a few words with him.
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A few words, hm? How do you envision this world's 'man behind the curtain?' [ Since, theoretically, the man is a machine.
As an after-thought of sorts, just because: ] Who's your favorite character?
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I'm still working on that. If I can just get in to the system... but I'm not good with technology. Demigods rarely are.
[ a huff and he shrugs, gaze shifting out across the rainy square as he frowns, considering his answer. ]
The cowardly lion. I... wasn't so different from him, growing up.
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I wasn't aware that was a characteristic of having godly parentage. [ Brows are rising a bit again. Interesting? ] If you had a leg up, would that help?
I see. It's a dangerous question, isn't it? Asking who you like or relate to most: someone who feels like they're not at home, someone who feels they have no courage, someone who has no heart, and someone who is supposedly lacking a brain.
[ A beat. ] Either that or you like one of the witches, which probably says something else entirely! [ That's sort of an attempt to lighten the mood. ]
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Yeah, technology is usually like a big flashing light to monsters saying "Here's a demigod, come and eat up!" Leo, another demigod that's here, he's got that leg up of sorts, being the son of Hephaestus and all, so I could talk to him. Unless you've got some kind of idea. I'm better with magic, after all.
[ scratching the back of his neck now, he sighs. ]
It is, but I didn't mind answering it.
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Well, it certainly makes sense you'd want to steer clear, that being the case. [ He crosses one arm over his chest and taps his chin with the opposite hand. ] I've been trying to familiarize myself with the magic here and how it overlaps with technology in the hope of working with both. It's not the same as Eudio's marriage of the two, that's for sure.
[ He'd mull that over more, but there's something else he needs to say: ]
Oz was a few centuries after my childhood, but I always related to Dorothy most. Although when she said, 'there's no place like home,' I didn't really know where that might be. [ It's only fair he answers, too. Nico said something revealing there, after all. ]
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I can understand that. Being what I am, I never really settled down until I met Will. And even then, he had to convince me I had a home. In Eudio, that's where I was starting to feel like I belonged somewhere, but...
[ a shrug as his gaze drops. he has to remind himself he's here to save Eudio and the people he'd met there, prominent of which is percy jackson. ]
Eudio was a bit easier to understand. It reminded me a lot of Hephaestus' creations. Or that of Daedalus. But here, it's definitely more complex.
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I'm curious, Nico. [ Magnus raises a hand. ] And you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but-- [ He lowers his hand again, thoughtful. ] Do you want to go back to Eudio?
[ 'Is it Eudio you're trying to save?' It's a bit of a nosy thing to ask, but the rain's got him a bit loose-lipped and curious. Thinking about things in the privacy of your own head is quite different to actually conversing with someone, isn't it?
Especially when you're not totally familiar with each other's situations. ]
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There was someone there I loved and he was finally starting to love me back. But now... I don't know. I wouldn't go back there if he's not there too.
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I see. [ This rain, really. ] It seems to me that our travels - to Eudio and here and back to our homes, wherever we go - prove how changeable the future is. For all we know, there's a reality where we all never left Eudio, isn't there?
[ He smiles wryly. ] I'm really not sure yet if that's a reassuring thought or not.
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I wouldn't have the kind of good luck for that.
[ and why is he admitting so much to magnus. it's as if something has opened up his chest and is exposing his heart to the world at large. for a few seconds, nico looks up at the rain, feels it pitter-pattering on his skin, and then sighs again. ]
What about you? You have Alec here, though, so...
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I speak from personal experience when I say you can live a very long time without feeling like there's much good luck headed your way, only to find there is after all. [ That is intended as a reassuring thought. The kind that he feels safer expressing around someone who has lived a bit longer than most. ] It can happen when you're least expecting it. And I venture to guess none of us were expecting Eudio.
[ He pauses a moment. ] Eudio gave Alexander and I a chance to learn about one another in a way we couldn't have at home, at least not right away. I think we arrived there at exactly the right time. And I hope we do get to go back someday. Even if it's not for awhile.