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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.
VEX.
As such, he might be making his way (on foot!) to see about some alcohol. Vex put him in mind of a particular store during one of their conversations since his return and he's been meaning to check it out. Usually, his alcohol procuring happens with the help of a little magic. Summon something in a bottle, leave behind some money.
No, today, he is here in person. And who else would appear, but... ] Vex! I'm shocked to see you here. [ Shocked. ]
no subject
He lifted his head up from examining a label to give Magnus a crooked smirk. ]
'ello gorgeous. I know, a teetotaler like me? But I figured, hell, special occasions and all. What brings you down during this lovely weather?
[ Yes, that was sarcasm. ]
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Oh, nothing in particular! I thought I'd see the sights. [ He gestures around them grandly. Out there, into the rain. Yes, the sights. ] Despite the unlikelihood of having run into you here, I'm glad we crossed paths. Have you found anything interesting?
[ This time, he gestures in the general direction of what Vex was previously inspecting. ] Gloomy weather like this calls for a drink or two, don't you think?
[ Read: it's a heck of a lot more than weather that's motivating the drinking lately. ]
no subject
[ He motioned at himself and likely winked, though it was tough to see through the sunglasses. Despite his overall surly attitude he somehow managed to flirt obnoxiously. ]
Yeah, a bottle of Chateau Lafite which is probably worth more than my house. [ Not that Vex applied a very high value to his living space, despite it being beachfront property. He held out the red wine to Magnus for his inspection. ]
I definitely know that wasn't here last time, so I was right that things are getting added. You might wanna split that with Angel. [ French red wine was rather romantic, after all. ]
no subject
And where else would I have, if not by coming to see you? [ Vex is certainly superlative. ]
Really? [ he asks, seconds later, in response to the revelation about the wine. He sounds a little incredulous, but not exactly disbelieving. Just surprised. It's not really the first place you'd assume you might find the most expensive wine label in the world. ] Incredible! [ He'll take it and give it a look-see while replying to the remainder of what Vex has said: ]
I have to say, I'm impressed with this. And by the efficacy of the city's revival. [ Construction? Reconstruction? What exactly is the right word here? ] If I enjoy this with Alexander, what would I be leaving for you?
[ He's apparently concerned about whether or not it's fair to take the bottle. ]
no subject
[ Vex had a very cynical view of their 'savior city', it didn't help that he didn't feel very secure without Mark at his side. He wove his hand dismissively with a careless huff in his breath. ]
Please, have you seen the shelves? I have oodles of choice.
[ And he honestly did, the store was remarkably stocked for a store that never received any shipments. ]
I don't want a romantic wine anyway. I'm done with romance, haven't you heard? No more love for Vexy.
[ He said carelessly as he began to slide his finger along the bottles, searching for another winner. ]
no subject
Is that what you're waiting for? The rug-- [ he makes a yanking motion with his free hand. ] If that's the case, we should be looking for whiskey.
[ He almost immediately starts craning his neck, apparently with the intention of finding some. Heartache, confusion, frustration, suspicion...
Magnus cures all with good ole whiskey. ]
Someone recently called me out on my tendency to turn to that drink in particular in times of stress.
no subject
[ He purred with approval, as that particular liquor was always the way to his heart- not that he had one anymore. ]
Yeah? Angel, or another one of your many friends in New York?
[ That was more biting than he intended, but he'd be lying if he said he was happy about Magnus and Alec going back there. ]
no subject
Or maybe it's just a new brand of optimism, patent pending. ]
Another warlock, actually. A friend and an old flame, you could say. [ He smiles, both wry and fond. ] Also, I'll have you know I'm much less reclusive here.
[ He has a lot of friends.
He wouldn't want to discount that fact. ] Now, where were we? Oh, whiskey! How could I forget.
no subject
[ Vex insisted, despite knowing very well that Magnus won't. For being his one of his closest friends the warlock was ridiculously tight-lipped.
He found a bottle of whiskey and held it up with a tempting wiggle. ]
Let's play a game, shall we? You tell me something and take a shot, I tell you something and take a shot.
no subject
All right, I accept your terms! Maybe you'll wrangle some of that much-coveted gossip from me after all, my friend. [ Maybe, just maybe he's in a chatty mood!
He's certainly in a mood to be drinking a copious amount of liquor. ]
Want to retire somewhere more comfortable? [ He can portal them elsewhere... ]
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[ He crinkled his nose dramatically. ]
Right then, let's go, luv. Somewhere with a blazing fire?
[ Because he was still dripping wet. ]
no subject
Stick close, all right? [ He takes his own advice and holds onto the bottle of wine he's been handed a bit more tightly. ]
The sooner we arrive, the sooner you can get your answers!
[ Though maybe nothing to do with hanging or being hung. ]
no subject
[ Vex went ahead and sidled up to Magnus, then gave him a questioning look. ]
Should I hug you or click my heels together?
[ He was just joking. He'd been portal'ed plenty of times by Magnus when he was too drunk to get home back in Eudio. Ah, those were the days... ]
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You can also do neither.
[ If it suits you, sir.
Magnus' Portaling Service: select from the following travel services, including full-body hugs and classic movie references! ]