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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
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.
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!
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.
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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"Yeah," she finally answers, after taking a moment to come back to the present. There's a subtle shake her to her limbs that isn't just from the chill in the air the rain had brought. They're moving under a bit of cover now, away from the downpour she hadn't even realized was starting to soak her once he'd stumbled like that. "Yeah, I. Uhm. That was. It happened sometimes, if I stayed anywhere too long. I was lucky that time." There were worse encounters, times she thought she wouldn't escape as easily. She always managed to, somehow, but each encounter reminded her why she had to keep moving, why she couldn't settle down. Why she had such a hard time in Eudio, is having troubles still even here with committing.
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But it's not true anymore. He wants to be better. Their laws are unjust, and Shadowhunters become Circle members, and Circle members hunt people like Rosie and Magnus for sport. Alec won't stand up for that. Not anymore.
No longer standing in the rain, he lets go of Rosie's arm and runs a hand through his hair, flicking raindrops off his hand with a shake.
"I didn't know how it was. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel unsafe," he says, thinking of the beginning of them knowing each other, how he'd never been terribly rude but wasn't at his friendliest. It explains why she felt like Eudio wasn't a place she could slow down or settle down in, why she was so flighty. Living on the run constantly from people who disregarded you as a living person is... kind of inhumane.
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"I didn't tell you. That's kind of my whole deal, y'know, not telling people things." As he no doubt knows. He was one of the ones that dealt with the frustrating fall out of her trying to run away. She gives a little self-depreciating smile at that, but- "That's the reason though, actually. If I talked too much about myself or people found out what I really was, it usually wasn't long before hunters came around." A pause, as she considers something.
"You never made me feel unsafe, not really. But I guess I did worry sometimes that if you knew what I was, you'd like me less. That just seems to be the way it went back home." That isn't the case, of course, and she's glad for it. But it's still a worry with people she meets who don't know.
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For now, he nods, because it does explain her behavior, or at least puts it in a different context, one Alec understands.
"You protect yourself. And the people you meet," he says, remembering her telling him a bit about her world, too, how people she'd loved had died because they knew her. That's an unfair, cruel thing for anyone to believe when they're innocent and being hunted for no reason other than others fear them irrationally.
"I used to be like that. Not like — not like the people in your memory. But thinking less of someone because of what they were. It's how we were raised, Jace and I. But it's poison, and Eudio came a long way in showing me that. So did Magnus." Magnus has helped Rosie too. He must have recognized something in her just as he'd recognized something in Alec. Someone who was lost and lonely and just needed someone to say you're not alone. you deserve good things. Alec wants to help her, too.
"Hey. If someone comes after you... I'm here, okay?"
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'Didn't you know, Rose? Humans are more demonic than you and I could ever hope to be.'
"I'm glad. Gives me hope that not all of 'em are really that bad. Just the ones I ran into, I guess." She had almost believed Charlie. In times like these, she's glad she didn't let herself fall prey to his twisted mentality.
"But thanks, dude," she says, giving him an attempt at a smile. "It wasn't a problem in Eudio. It shouldn't be here. Besides, I. I'm pretty sure they got me, actually, in the end. Which was why I was in Eudio in the first place. I asked them to let me stay because I didn't have anywhere else to go. I'm... planning to head to Tamriel with Vanyel after this too since. I don't think there's a place for me back home anymore."
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"That sounds good. You'll be happier there," he says, touching her arm briefly. "People can change, but for a society to change it takes a long time. You should go where you'll be safe."
And alive, but that goes without saying. She might have hope not all of them were as bad as the hunters she encountered, but even Alec isn't quite as hopeful. A world where Downworlders can be hunted with no consequences... well, that's not that far from his reality, and it's one he wishes to change even knowing everyone above him in their hierarchy might be on their side.
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So Tamriel does sound like the better option, doesn't it? But Rose is understandably skeptical of things that seem too good to be true. Tamriel, a life with Vanyel, exploration, and adventure- It's everything she's dreamed of. But part of her is worried that means only it too will be stripped away. Worse, even, if it is: Maybe it'll be the sign that she doesn't deserve anything so nice after all. Maybe 'monsters' don't really get the good endings.
"I hope mine does," she says, more thoughtfully than anything else. "If I could, I'd... want to try and change it, I think. Hopefully, there's someone else that will step up though if I can't."
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If Alec had not held on, if he'd let go any time he'd felt it slip from his grip he would not be married today. He's sure of that.
"It would take more than one person. And a lot of taking three steps backwards after one step forward," he says, sounding very much like he's referencing specific events. He doesn't clarify, but he does want to emphasize that he thinks her choice to be with Vanyel in his world is wise. "It's not all on you. You can choose your own life."
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"I know," she answers. Even if sometimes she isn't actually sure that she does. "I'd like... to see it though. Maybe someday, if we can work things out? I'd like to see what my world becomes even if I can't be a part of it anymore."
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"I hope you can. I'm sure you can," he adds because why not? This is the second world they find themselves in. Who's to say they won't eventually be able to travel from world to world as easily as blinking? Alec is hopeful of their future, even as he feels bleak about some of the things he's recently had to overcome.
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"I'd like that though. Maybe you guys won't since I plan on visiting you all the freakin' time, dude."
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But for now, it's time to tease. But also be nice. "You're always going to be welcome."
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"Thanks, dude. It's nice to know there's places out there for me." A year ago, she didn't believe there was anywhere for as displaced a soul as hers.