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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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Softly, he clears his throat. ] I'm sure the rain will stop soon.
[ His head ducks in a kind of apology before he lets himself perk up a little more in response to what Rose has said. ] A casino?
That's going to be an interesting addition! [ And here's a smile. ] I'm flattered you'd think of me, Rose! We really could use somewhere to go and relax and have a drink, couldn't we?
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Besides, they're talking about much more exciting things now. Casinos and drinks and, ] Of course I did, dude. I'll let Kaz know you're a better bartender than anyone could hope to be.
There's the citadel lounge so far but... It's getting a little old, I think. Kind of same old same old. Maybe we could do themed stuff like Pan did. That always kept things lively.
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When it does, the sun will come out, [ he says, enigmatically. It's almost like he's saying he hopes it will. ]
High praise, my dear! [ Magnus seems genuinely, truly flattered. There's (a big) part of him that doubtless misses Pandemonium and all the fun they had there. Might be he's a little nostalgic? ] Would you like to see the bar run like Pandemonium?
[ Just asking out of curiosity, mind.
Mostly. ] I think it could be doable here, with a little work.
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I think a bit of magical flair could be fun. It'd definitely be a draw and I think that's what this dude is going for. [ She'd seen the way Kaz regarded the bar in the citadel, unimpressed. She knows Magnus can do better than F.A.T.E.S. or whatever bartender is available. ]
And I'll be in charge of the music. Just like old times, huh?
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Well, the memory's fresh in his mind. ]
May I ask who it is? [ This dude she's referencing, that is. ] I can't help but be curious.
[ He waves a hand in a kind of assured gesture that implies whatever he's about to say is a foregone conclusion. In his mind, it's already fact. ]
If you're in charge of the music, then it'll be successful for certain!
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He's pretty young, I think? [ She doesn't think he's the teen that he actually is though. He doesn't carry himself like someone that young in the least. When she thinks of teens, she thinks of Wyatt and his sunny disposition and boundless energy. Not people like Kaz in nicely tailored suits and speaking of starting businesses. ] But seems to know what he's talking about, so.
I hope it's successful! It'd be fun, maybe. Starting a little of community debauchery.
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[ There may be a little weight to that last sentence. Yes, he's catching a hint or two. ] He seemed very savvy. [ Rather mature. ] I wouldn't have been able to make a guess as to his age, but it almost doesn't surprise me to hear he's already planning a business venture here. [ At a certain point, age ain't nothin' but a number for these long-lived types, right? He's very interested in Rose's connection to Kaz and this casino she's mentioned... ]
Are you saying things aren't lively enough around here for you, Rose? [ This is asked with the utmost good nature. He's smiling a little, in a way that's more fond than teasing. ]
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And things are... I mean, I guess it's interesting in a different way. [ She likes getting to stretch her exploring legs after so long. Eudio hadn't been the best for that, honestly, and to say she was restless there sometimes would have been an understatement. ] But I miss the nightlife and playing music and stuff. Xistentia hasn't been really good for that so far.
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Might be he finds it a little intriguing and cute.
And that's very sweet, saying he's interesting, gosh. That's a nicer word than some people use (weird, eccentric, over-dramatic, etc). ]
I think I understand what you mean. The atmosphere's very different to Eudio. I can't lie and say it hasn't been a little unnerving to travel between my world, Eudio, this one, mine again, and back here. [ He moves his forefinger back and forth to indicate each trip. ] Actually, it was more trips than that, wasn't it?
[ New York, Eudio, New York, Eudio, New York, Eudio, Xistentia, New York, Xistentia. That's enough to give a person whiplash. ]
Maybe we can bring a little of what we loved about Eudio here! I'd be happy to try. [ Here, an uncharacteristically sad little smile. ] It would be good to have something to do.
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really? ]
It can be, [ she agrees. ] But there are some parts like Eudio, too, I guess. I wonder if we had something to do with that though sometimes.
[ F.A.T.E.S. seemed to pull information from a myriad of worlds. With such a large group of people coming from one, wouldn't it make sense that it'd (she'd?) try to implement some of Eudio's 'magic' itself to maybe make them more comfortable? It's a thought, anyway. ]
But I think that's a good idea. I'm already bored, man. I need to find work or something soon.
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You're talking about our part in helping to put this world, and presumably our own, back together? [ Like their memories and whatnot are somehow the building blocks of Xistentia?
... or something. Magnus might need to chew on that thought a little more, really. ]
Well, [ he begins, trekking in another direction a moment. ] Until such work presents itself, is there anything else you'd like to do? [ Any adventures planned, Rose? ]
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Something like that, I guess? It's a thought, anyway. Kind of cool to think about, honestly, having an influence on another world.
[ She always did like the idea of being a hero. ]
I don't know! I never really considered what I'd do if it wasn't music. I guess... adventure! That's what I kind of did before music but it wasn't a job or anything.
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It is cool, as you say. I like to think that we're doing good here, just as we were in Eudio. Maybe it takes on a different form, but that doesn't change the fact that we're trying to make progress, does it?
[ He doesn't think it does. As for being a hero, well.
Magnus has had the thought a time or two. ] Adventure though, that's an interesting answer. Do you mean exploring, maybe?
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Yeah! Progress is always a good thing.
[ As for the adventuring, well. ]
I guess so. It's what I'm good at, I should hope, after a century of exploring the Makai.
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Adventuring would certainly seem like progress, wouldn't it? If we're able to get a better grip on our surroundings, I'm sure we'd see more avenues for moving forward opening up to us.
[ Makes sense to him? ]
Should we think about giving it a try?
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I hope so. And I think we should! I've also been thinking though, adventuring... It'd be smart to stand out a bit more, wouldn't it, maybe?
[ This is Pudding, finally working in that other thing this thread was supposed to cover before forgetting for the umpteenth time because Rosie really enjoys talking about cute boys.]
You think I should dye my hair? There's another guy here, he had some sick blue streaks in his. Said he could do rainbow in mine. It'd be fun, I think. A nice change.
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A change, hm? [ Here's a smile for you, Rose. ] That's certainly a fun one to contemplate. [ Said by the man who just last year was also sporting rainbow hair for Pride. ]
I think you'd look lovely in all the colors of the rainbow. [ Magnus frames her with thumbs touching forefingers in a window. ] Very lovely indeed!
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Isn't it? I'm not sure I could pull it off, actually... Might be too much, maybe?
[ Never mind that Rose is more often than not the walking definition of 'too much.']
Thanks though, dude. I'll definitely consider it. Been thinking about cutting it too, seeing if I can't do a short look for a little while.
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This concept is lost on him. ] I'm sure that's not true!
[ Taste the rainbow, be the rainbow, Rosie. ] If you wanted to see what it would look like, I could show you.
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Wait, really-? I mean, I know you can... glamour stuff, but. Rainbow's not asking too much, is it?
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[ The sky is the limit! ]
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I wish I could manipulate my glamour. [ A thought spoken aloud more to herself than Magnus, but, ] Maybe I could... learn? That might be better than permanently dying my hair. I mean. It's actually white so that'd be hard to get out.
Still, a test drive will be cool. Okay, uhm. I just want... like a literal rainbow, I guess. Good ol' R-O-Y-G-B-I-V order. Maybe going diagonal? That'd probably look neater.
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Including diagonal Roy G. Biv! [ That's actually easy peasy. ] Shall we give it a go?
[ He raises his hand, ready to work some magic, if she should agree. ]
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Let's do it, dude, [ she says, giving him her full consent to magic her hair however he wishes. ]