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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.
Mandy Slade | OTA + one closed prompt
[living in England for so long, Mandy's well used to rain. That doesn't mean she's especially fond of it, but it does mean she's willing to brave it to go out when it's necessary. However, she doesn't bother with doing anything about her makeup and hair unless she's going to the club, and even then she waits until she's there.
So if you see her in the streets, you'll just see a woman with a bleach job that is quickly growing out and a black coat pulled tight and high to both to shield herself from the worst of the rain and to hide most of her face. Not just because she looks dreadful, no matter what Arthur might say, but because the rain makes her…
Well, as much as she hates it, it's making her bloody nostalgic. For the days when she and Brian didn't have a driver, or even a car that worked reliably. When they would go to secondhand stores together to find things like old curtains or dresses to make into costumes for him, when they stayed up all night talking about the possibilities space could hold, and so many other things that somehow still broke her heart.
Which means that she might be stopped dead in her tracks at some point, staring into the rain, possibly with an unlit cigarette dangling from her lips, as she's sucked into the past]
B. Shelter
[it's funny, that a place she's partially modeled off of Brian's first real venue makes her trip down memory lane less than being outside, but the Masquerade is so wholly hers that being here doesn't hurt at all.
Once she has her hair rung out and pinned to hide most of her roots and a little bit of makeup on, she can be found alternately joking and singing bawdy ditties on the little stage or wandering over to whomever might be looking for a refuge themselves. In fact, she might walk over to you, leaning over to show off what the black blazer and loose white puffy shirt she usually wears hardly conceal at that angle, bracelets jangling as she puts her hands on your table or leans her elbows on the bar next to you]
Hello there darling. Having a good time?
C. Wildcard
[want something specific? Hit me up at
Memory Share | Closed to Arthur
But he deserved...a piece of when it had been as real as it could be, when she thought Brian had really believed in a revolution instead of just fame, and had maybe seen her as an equal in that.
So, after steeling herself with a strong drink (...or maybe two. Or three.) she's come to the temple and lays back to quite literally think of England.
[If you stop to think about it--and you don't often, really because you don't have the damn time--it would be fucking unbelieveable. Three years ago you were living in two rooms where the heat didn't work half the time and had still cost an arm and a legs, trying not to shiver while you sewed sequins onto thrift store jackets. And now you--both of you, which is a thrill all its own--are getting dressed in a hotel room you didn't even know the cost of because Jerry was 'taking care' of everything and that was good enough, and you're heading out to dinner with the head of some magazine to hammer out the details for a photoshoot and probably screen the questions for the interview that will go along with it.
And it's still work, but it's worth it. You remind yourself of that, as you get your not-inconsiderable tits to get underneath the tight black sequin top]
His wife's coming too, isnt' she? [you ask, distractedly, as you notice Brian walking in from the bathroom, occupied himself with tying a purple cravat about his gorgeous neck] It's the blonde, isn't it? The one with the amazing rack?
[Brian chuckles, and you hear his lighter flick open, letting out a quick spark before he snaps it closed again, walking closer to you all at the same time. You've barely put your hand out for the second cigarette you know he was lighting before it's in your fingers] I think this one's the ginger. Polly or Molly. She's the one with the incredible legs and the good sense to show them off
[You smile around your cigarette, taking a long drag before setting it in the ashtray in the middle of your large collective mess of cosmetics, reaching for the silk jacket on the chair that matches his--your husband's, jesus, that's still a trip--scarf] Oh right. Think we can talk her into coming up for drinks without him this time? Not that I wouldn't take the package deal if that's what it took, but I don't think he'd be interested in anything more than watching, and I do have some limits to my perversions
[Almost choking on smoke, Brian then actually laughs at that--not the smug litlte chuckle he gives to interviewers, but an almost hyena-like cackle] If Mandy Slade has limits, I must be in line for the throne
[it's absolutely ridiculous what hearing him say your name--your married name, something you swore you'd never have not long ago--does to your heart and other places far further south, still. But you manage not to show it in a way anyone but Brian might see, limiting yourself to an eye roll and a gentle smack on his shoulder. He jerks away, still chuckling, before darting in to set his own smoke aside and then to flick the tip of his tongue against yours] I think between the two of us, we've got more than enough charm to make her see reason for a night. We'll tell him...that you're fitting her for a new dress. He won't have to know you've already got her measurements memorized
[You can only shake your head, still disbelieving that this talented, bizarre man is not only real but yours. Even if you don't always share your other lovers, he always comes back to you, and that is the truly incredible thing in all this. Not the money and fame and attention, as mindblowing as that is--but that you haven't lost him to it
There's a sharp rap at the door, then Jerry's booming voice] Hurry up you two, I'm a miracle worker but I can't keep them holding that table literally forever
[Brian, of course, is the one to take charge] Won't be a mo', Jerry [but he's grinning boyishly as he says it, winking at you.
[once you hear his footsteps fade away, you're both laughing, and he actually dares messing up his lipstick to kiss you quickly] Right. [he clears his throat] Let's get ourselves dressed so Molly or Polly or whoever owns those legs won't be able to resist getting us undressed so she can wrap them around us
[You only roll your eyes a little, an unspoken 'you're impossible', before kissing him back then quickly grabbing several things off the vanity, handing a few off to him just by feel,and then you're both leaning in front of the mirror to put yourselves back together, just so you can be undone. Together. Even if it turns out to just be another boring dinner with another boring suit, you'll be doing it together]