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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.
1!
So he peers around the door frame, intent on asking if he can come in - just in time to catch the woman inside peeling her shirt off. He yelps, unable to help it, then turns his back as quickly as he can manage (which happens to be very quick) in order to preserve the poor woman's modesty.]
N... No, no! [He manages to stammer, and though his back is turned she might still catch the side of his face turning red.] It's my own fault; I should have knocked!
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Oh, no. How cute. The woman can't help it- She laughs. It's not at him, not really, but... She remembers a time where her reaction would have likely been something similar. Now, if the positions were reversed she likely would've had some other ideas in mind than being distressed at the impropriety of it all.
It's also cute that he thinks she still truly has anything like modesty. ]
You're fine, dude. Just. Uh. Give me a second to get something a little more dry on.
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Still, he bites his tongue - as the intruder here, he has no right to be offended or upset. In all honesty, he should probably be more grateful she isn't.]
Right. Yes, of course. [He answers, possibly a tad too quickly. He'll need a few moments longer to regain any kind of composure, apparently.]
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Either way, as long as he keeps his back turned, she'll shuffle awkwardly over to her damp (but thankfully not soaked) bag and replace her shirt. The pants can wait for now, she supposes. Besides, better to keep a dry(er) pair on hand just in case. She's still got to make it home later in all this... ]
Alright, dude, you can look. Sorry about all that, I usually let guys buy me dinner first before taking off my clothes.
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His cheeks are still pink-tinged as he turns toward her, and he finds himself unable to look her in the eye for long.] You've nothing to apologize for. I... could have tried harder to see if anyone was here besides the dogs. Should have, probably.
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Oh, psht. C'mon. How were you to know?
[ Her boys were well-behaved, true, but for a newcomer to this world... They probably just seemed like a wild pack of dogs. She hasn't actually seen a lot of dogs, actually, since she's gotten here. Some cats, but no dogs. Maybe she'd have to ask F.A.T.E.S. to change that. ]
Are you new? My name's Rose, should probably introduce myself before flashing newcomers.
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Yes. I only arrived a few days before that [he gestures toward the rain] started. It's a pleasure to meet you, Rose; my name is Ion. [It's sort of an odd name, pronounced like "eon" but with a little more emphasis on the first syllable.]
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She'd avoid calling him a vampire, if she knew. Rose definitely understands that. Being called 'demon' still didn't sit well with her most of the time even though she was guilty of calling herself one from time to time. ]
Yeah, usually not so wet. [ Usually. She refrains from making some kind of inappropriate joke even though the temptation is definitely there. ]
Hoping it clears up soon but... we'll see. In the meantime, you're welcome to hang out with me and my dogs until maybe it lightens up.
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Oh, thank you. [He says, smiling a touch sheepishly - and quite possibly giving her a glimpse of his fangs as he does so.] I'm glad to hear the weather isn't always like this.
[Not that rain bothers him per se, but it would make moving around during daylight hours awfully inconvenient, if he couldn't use his UV protection gel for fear of it washing off...]
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Nah, it's usually pretty nice. It was a little too hot for my tastes recently, but... I'm looking forward to it cooling down.
[ God, Rose, you're so boring. Making small talk about the weather. One of the dogs trots over to give Ion a friendly snuffle of two. ]
Just don't be weirded out if you feel a little blue, maybe? I think it's just the rain bringing everyone down but.
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I'm glad to hear it's not like this all the time, at least. [Not that he minds the rain per se, but it would be... troublesome, to have to deal with it constantly.
Also, hello dog. The first brush from a cold wet nose makes him start a little, looking down - but his whole demeanor softens almost immediately as he strokes the dog's head and scritches behind its ears.]
Is it? I... have to admit, I haven't really noticed... [Because he's been feeling blue enough without outside assistance, mainly.]
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I have, [ she says, giving a little half-shrug. ] Just been... thinking about a lot of stuff lately from, like, home and I haven't in a while so. Figure it's just the weather.
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I haven't been able to think of much besides home since I got here. I didn't think the weather had anything to do with it, but if it's causing that effect in others...
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[ She didn't used to be so open with practical strangers. In some ways, Rose is still very much closed off. But she doesn't mind sharing small talk with Ion though-
The dogs are getting a little antsy. They've got muddy paws and fur and lots of energy left to run off still despite the downpour. Rose can't help but chuckle as one of them whines at the rain still coming down in discontent. ] I don't think it's letting up anytime soon, unfortunately, but... I better get these guys going before they leave me behind.
[ They wouldn't, they're too well trained, but Rose isn't about to let them start chewing up this poor building in boredom. ]
annnd wrap?
Still, the reasons for it are too personal to go prying into, especially with someone he just met.
So he gives the dogs a few last pats as they grow restless, before turning his attention back to her and nodding.] Fair enough. Take care, Rose.