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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.
Rain
Careful not to fling any water at him, Farraige waves enthusiastically in a friendly greeting, still grinning ear to ear.]
Hey, Magnus! Hope the weather isn't too much of a bother for you. How've you been?
[Admitted, he's been meaning to catch up with Magnus, and show him the results of some experimentation with the local plant life.]
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Well, hello there! [ He puts both hands out palms up, a humorous little gesture intended to make it seem as if he's gauging whether or not it's still raining. Yep, still going strong. ] I haven't gone under yet, but we're certainly seeing some repetitive weather, aren't we?
How about you? [ Raising a brow, he smiles a bit enigmatically. ] You look like you're doing swimmingly.
[ No pun intended, honest. Really!
Okay, a little. ]
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Oh, you know me. Other people might be floundering about, but I had to do this on porpoise. There's nothing quite like feeling the rain wash over you.
[He can't hide the wide grin when the puns leave his lips.]
Plus with my particular set of abilities, I was a little worried about how the city might handle flooding given how long this rain is going on. I've been checking around here and there, but so far so good.
[At that he puts on a little show of tracing trails in the rain with his fingers and maintaining their shape, changing the colors of the liquid as well. Okay, so that last bit may be more just party tricks, but he figures it gets the point across before he lets those trails fall with the rest.]
Good for practice too. All this water is basically like little drops of magic batteries for my spells.
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[ Yes, that was amazingly lame. Pat yourself on the back, Magnus. ]
Oh? The water fuels your magic then? [ He can switch between pun battles and intense curiosity about magic on a dime. Make no mistake, he's following those little movements carefully. ] No danger of any kind of overload, I hope. [ Magnus knows that for some magic users or for some of those who possess magic, they or something they possess acts like a container.
And any container can overflow with enough excess being added to it.
He does sort of figure that if it were a serious worry, Farraige might choose to be somewhere other than splashing about in the puddles, but now that his curiosity's piqued, he is, of course, going to ask. ]
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[He nods, Magnus is at least sort of right.]
More like I've been taught how to draw energy from the elements around me. I can still conjure basic elements on my own but put me near a source I can draw from and I'm that much stronger.
[And now for his counter punishment.]
The same holds true for all elemental magic, but give me enough of a storm or the ocean to work with in particular and I can turn the tide of almost any fight.
[He can't help but snicker at his own joke. Though truth be told he's never tested just how much he can really do with a source of water as large as the ocean.]
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[ Magnus gives the explanation some thought, nodding along as Farraige speaks.
It's nothing like the magic he uses, which is either drawn from whatever is within him or negotiated from demons that he summons. And he does not do the latter here, no sir. ]
Well. Turn the tide indeed!
I wonder, is there a way to store that energy? [ That could be useful in a time like this, right? It gets Magnus to thinking...
Also, the puns. The puns. ]
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[His expression turns ponderous, that's actually a pretty good idea.]
Crafting some kind of font I could charge wouldn't be a bad idea, but I'm afraid that's beyond my ability. Any magical artifacts I've been able to create were never terribly effective. As a test I made two in Eudio, one of them was to seek money, but all it did was find loose change in my couch and elsewhere.
[There's a slight blush creeping on his cheeks at speaking about the second one. Even if he and Rose aren't on the best of terms right now.]
The other is in Rose's possession. It's a little trinket tuned to my presence. I can make it respond to my magic, and she can use it to get my attention. That one at least works as intended, though that got a few more weeks of work in it.
[Quick to shift the subject, he's still playing around with the water.]
Compared to my masters, I'm a magical brick through a window. They could pluck and weave reality as if it were a tapestry, creating something like that would be nothing to them. I can understand the theory, but most of my time has been devoted to experimentation and trying to teach myself how to do even one one thousandth of what they could do.
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Would you like something like that? I might be able to make something you could use. [ Theoretically.
And isn't 'theoretically' a fun word? ] I'd love to give it a try! If you're interested. [ He'll trail off a little here, letting the offer sit on the table while he seemingly assesses the remainder of what Farraige has said. He pays particular attention to the part about Rose.
Having witnessed the aftermath of what happened, which ended in Rose being piggybacked to the Lightwood-Bane residence on Alec's back, he does find the mention of her to be of special interest. The item Farraige is talking about is certainly interesting too!
He'd like to address both, but suspects the Rose part of this anecdote is a more tender topic. ] It sounds like you're honing your skill! I can't say magical objects are my forte, but I've always felt they're worth tinkering around with. I was working on a portal device, actually-- [ He waves a hand. Not important! ] Practice makes perfect, right? Would you be able to recreate your money locator?
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[Part of him is grateful that he doesn't inquire about Rose, although he's not aware of what became of her after finding her in that situation. A thought best left banished for now.]
I probably could, given enough time. I haven't put any serious effort into enchanting items again, but I figure it might be best to start small. I've been working on a kettle that can heat itself as well. For making a charm to seek an object, I just need that original object and some time to...
[He ponders how best to explain this, pausing for a moment.]
I guess the easiest way to explain it would be kind of like plucking a 'strand' of matter out of that item. Doing so does no great harm to larger things like people, but small objects are sooner to crumble to the passage of time or no longer maintain their durability.
[He shrugs, offering Magnus a wry smile.]
At least they're not falling apart in my hands anymore.
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If I use one object to track another, if you will, it's more like I'm trying to lay one signature on top of the other and align the two. What you describe sounds more like summoning, but that's different too, in a way.
[ He waves a hand, not to be dismissive, but to indicate that it's a lot more complicated than he's saying and it would be hard to condense the explanation further without a good amount of time to think about it.
What he doesn't have to think about for long is the answer to Farraige's question. ]
As for the power capacity, it would depend on the type of container we could create. Both the size and materials could have an impact. [ He rubs thumb and forefinger together in a circle, which is a sure sign there's some deep cogitation going on. ]
If you don't mind, I could try a few-- oh, let's call them prototypes. And you could test each one, if you wanted.
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[He closes his eyes, a bit deep in thought all his own. When an idea comes,
his eyes open and he gently taps his fingers against his staff.]
Could always store multiple smaller vessels, maybe in multiple safe locations if they ever needed to be tapped into. I'm not sure someone else with a different kind of magic could use them, but I suppose that's something we can test too.
[He flashes Magnus a smile.]
Interested in giving that a test personally?
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Several smaller items that are tied to the ocean, hm? [ Magnus will be glad to noodle over that one a little. ] I think there might be a trip to the beach and some experimental magic in my future!
[ All that to say: ]
Let's give it a try and see how we do! [ With that, he claps his hands together lightly, as if to further express his support of this idea. ] If it works, you can take possession of them and place them wherever you like.
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[Whether the shells that dangled from his staff were purely for decoration or some sort of focusing point, he didn't say.]
That said, if this all works it'd probably be a good idea that you know where they are too. In case things get rough and I can't get to them.
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[ He wants to be sure they're picking shells and items that will work for Farraige, of course. And it's a good point to make: if he needs to come back and get more, it'll be helpful to know ahead of time what he's looking for. ]
Maybe we should reconvene when the weather clears.