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Entry tags:
- #event,
- alec lightwood (shadowhunters),
- aymeric de borel (final fantasy xiv),
- barclay odell (oc),
- clary fray (shadowhunters),
- jace herondale (shadowhunters),
- jaden cosgrove (oc),
- mandy slade (velvet goldmine),
- nico di angelo (chb),
- rafaello d’este (oc),
- ronan lynch (trc),
- tamsin (lost girl),
- will solace (chb)
Crash Log #1 & Will-o'-Wisp Mini-Event
Characters: Second wave of Xistentia arrivals, greeters/rescuers
Summary: The second wave of characters arrive in Xistentia unexpectedly early... only to face an unexpected threat. D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s multiversal attack is disrupting the energy flow, causing a very unusual stampede— of will-o'-wisps, that lure travelers off their path with thoughts. It's up to the residents of Xistentia to help the newcomers!
Date(s): Mid-June 2017
Warnings/Notes: Coercive magic, collisions, moderate injury, dystopian themes
Early in the morning, the glow of light to the East, where F.A.T.E.S. resides, begins to turn red in warning. Seconds later, all of the daemons begin to project the same message to their owners. The alarm continues to repeat until the characters acknowledge.
F.A.T.E.S. WARNING SYSTEM
Threat Assessment: Mild
Phenomenon Type: Native Creature Behavior
Predicted Duration: 24 hours
Due to the cosmic energy disruptions by D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., will-o'-wisps are engaging in unusual migratory activity. Residents are advised to remain in the city, or be on-guard against a low level of psychic influence. Wisps feed by creating visual, auditory, and olfactory illusions based on the viewer's needs and temptation. Individuals in compromised emotional states are more susceptible.
The migration will be complete in 24 hours.
It seems straightforward enough. But as dusk begins to fall, the distant sounds of crashing and outcry come from the beach once again. It's familiar-- the first wave of Xistentia residents arrived the exact same way only 2 weeks ago. They're going to need your help.
For the second wave of Xistentia arrivals, the day is not nearly as ordinary.
Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.
And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around. It's dark— you've arrived at nightfall.
Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.
Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.
When you get a second to breathe, the danger doesn't end... because that's when the wisps come.
At first, they're just a stream of pretty lights. Like fireflies, except that their illumination holds steady as they float through empty air. It's helpful for those of us who don't have night vision. However, as the minutes wear on, the terror and stress of the day starts to change to longing. And then the illusions begin. Voices of lost loved ones calling out, or flickers of familiar figures in the distance. The scent of burgers or cinnamon cake floating through the trees.
Maybe the ones you lost aren't lost after all. Maybe there's dessert out there. Isn't it tempting to follow? But watch your step-- there are ditches, fast-flowing rivers, and sleeping trolls you might run across. The wisps are impervious to these dangers, but you likely are not.
As rescuers venture into the forests, the wisps' illusions change to accommodate the wishes and fears of the new intruders. Each person sees their own illusion, blind to the experiences of others. However, to be forewarned is to be forearmed. Resistance from the psychic intrusion is far easier when you know what you're dealing with. Still, that doesn't mean that persuading a traumatized apocalypse survivor is easy. They've been through a lot, and if you're claiming that they're seeing things that aren't there, who's to say you aren't imaginary, yourself?
And the trolls get cranky when their sleep is disturbed.
By morning, however, the wisps have cleared and the other creatures of Xistentia are off on their business. Maybe that's when you choose to come out and help, to find new refugees sleeping in trees, thickets, beach-wrecked fuselage, and other places they had found sanctuary for the night.
The second wave of arrivals comes into a city that is very different from the one that the first refugees did. Sure, there are still animals and overgrown trees intruding in many buildings and streets— but the center looks very civilized now. Eight full city blocks where the hedges are groomed and the building facades are clean and orderly.
There are a number of fully operational businesses, including restaurants and a tailor. Agriculture is taking off gradually, albeit in a disorganized fashion, thanks to the fact most of the people involved are amateurs. Street lights, the beacons that sense character interactions, are fully operational throughout the day-- likewise, most of the city's functions work just fine now, including indoor lights, plumbing, electricity, etc. Cable isn't great, though. Depending on how badly your encounter with the Wisps was, you may also get acquainted with the hospital. It still looks shabby and moss-eaten, but its glowing recovery enhancement beds work very well. Better bring someone with you, though!
hells yeah
Footnotes
Summary: The second wave of characters arrive in Xistentia unexpectedly early... only to face an unexpected threat. D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s multiversal attack is disrupting the energy flow, causing a very unusual stampede— of will-o'-wisps, that lure travelers off their path with thoughts. It's up to the residents of Xistentia to help the newcomers!
Date(s): Mid-June 2017
Warnings/Notes: Coercive magic, collisions, moderate injury, dystopian themes
Wisp Mini-Event & Crash #2
Wish you were here. Love comes in waves
A WARNING FROM DAEMONS
Early in the morning, the glow of light to the East, where F.A.T.E.S. resides, begins to turn red in warning. Seconds later, all of the daemons begin to project the same message to their owners. The alarm continues to repeat until the characters acknowledge.
Threat Assessment: Mild
Phenomenon Type: Native Creature Behavior
Predicted Duration: 24 hours
Due to the cosmic energy disruptions by D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., will-o'-wisps are engaging in unusual migratory activity. Residents are advised to remain in the city, or be on-guard against a low level of psychic influence. Wisps feed by creating visual, auditory, and olfactory illusions based on the viewer's needs and temptation. Individuals in compromised emotional states are more susceptible.
The migration will be complete in 24 hours.
It seems straightforward enough. But as dusk begins to fall, the distant sounds of crashing and outcry come from the beach once again. It's familiar-- the first wave of Xistentia residents arrived the exact same way only 2 weeks ago. They're going to need your help.
CRASH LAND INTO ME
For the second wave of Xistentia arrivals, the day is not nearly as ordinary.
Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.
And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around. It's dark— you've arrived at nightfall.
Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.
Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.
When you get a second to breathe, the danger doesn't end... because that's when the wisps come.
At first, they're just a stream of pretty lights. Like fireflies, except that their illumination holds steady as they float through empty air. It's helpful for those of us who don't have night vision. However, as the minutes wear on, the terror and stress of the day starts to change to longing. And then the illusions begin. Voices of lost loved ones calling out, or flickers of familiar figures in the distance. The scent of burgers or cinnamon cake floating through the trees.
Maybe the ones you lost aren't lost after all. Maybe there's dessert out there. Isn't it tempting to follow? But watch your step-- there are ditches, fast-flowing rivers, and sleeping trolls you might run across. The wisps are impervious to these dangers, but you likely are not.
SAVE THEIR SOULS
As rescuers venture into the forests, the wisps' illusions change to accommodate the wishes and fears of the new intruders. Each person sees their own illusion, blind to the experiences of others. However, to be forewarned is to be forearmed. Resistance from the psychic intrusion is far easier when you know what you're dealing with. Still, that doesn't mean that persuading a traumatized apocalypse survivor is easy. They've been through a lot, and if you're claiming that they're seeing things that aren't there, who's to say you aren't imaginary, yourself?
And the trolls get cranky when their sleep is disturbed.
By morning, however, the wisps have cleared and the other creatures of Xistentia are off on their business. Maybe that's when you choose to come out and help, to find new refugees sleeping in trees, thickets, beach-wrecked fuselage, and other places they had found sanctuary for the night.
WELCOME TO THE CITY
The second wave of arrivals comes into a city that is very different from the one that the first refugees did. Sure, there are still animals and overgrown trees intruding in many buildings and streets— but the center looks very civilized now. Eight full city blocks where the hedges are groomed and the building facades are clean and orderly.
There are a number of fully operational businesses, including restaurants and a tailor. Agriculture is taking off gradually, albeit in a disorganized fashion, thanks to the fact most of the people involved are amateurs. Street lights, the beacons that sense character interactions, are fully operational throughout the day-- likewise, most of the city's functions work just fine now, including indoor lights, plumbing, electricity, etc. Cable isn't great, though. Depending on how badly your encounter with the Wisps was, you may also get acquainted with the hospital. It still looks shabby and moss-eaten, but its glowing recovery enhancement beds work very well. Better bring someone with you, though!
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
hells yeah
Footnotes
- Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
- But like OOCly ask permission ofc.
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It would be safe to say he understands the peril of this particular situation. ]
It's not real, [ he reiterates, just to say it. When he does, he seems to look just beyond Axel for a moment before shaking his head and smiling wryly. ] I'm perfectly fine, for the time being. Eager to get a move on and spend as little time here as possible. Yourself? [ His way of asking if Axel has a specific reason for venturing out here. What with the headphones and all...
Furthermore, if Magnus' ghosts come knocking and it's not an illusion, he suspects the whole area will feel it. In a way, that's comforting? It's a brand of optimism, for sure. ]
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Oh, was there? I wasn't aware. [ His brow furrows a little. Yes, definitely need to talk to the butterfly more often. ] You were clearly right! I saw nothing of the kind, so I guess I wandered into this [ gesturing around them ] unawares.
'Back toward town,' hm. [ He has yet to actually... come to town the first time, but he's certainly cobbled together some information about the destination. ]
What can you tell me about it? 'Town.'
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I spent thirteen months in a city where physical intimacy created the energy necessary for a city to run and was rewarded for doing so by seeing my husband become immune to serious harm. [ He shrugs as lightly as a person can in this situation. ]
I would say I'm maintaining an open mind about this situation. While it's hardly the same, I think I'm probably better off not jumping to conclusions.
[ The institution of marriage has made him more prudent, maybe? Anyhow: ] Suffice to say, I'm interested in seeing this town and everything in it.
How many people would you say are there now? Or do you not know? [ He'd definitely understand if not. ]
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Hasn't that possibility always existed? [ All of reality being an illusion and whatnot. Maybe he'd better talk over himself on that one, especially since it doesn't seem to be turning his brain into a pretzel. Let's discuss something more productive! ]
Negative emotion might be easier for them to digest. Which would certainly be ironic. [ As it is sometimes near-impossible for humans or former humans or half-humans to do just that. ] Would you like to talk about it? Or maybe it would help to focus on something else? [ Like the people. ]
If we say two hundred to be safe, that's still a not-insignificant number. This town, city, whatever it is, it's big enough to house them all? With more incoming? [ If there's two waves, there's just as likely to be three, or so he thinks.
Even logic based upon meager information is still some kind of logic. ]
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Though, to be fair, it isn't as though he's thinking about nothing. He has plenty on his mind. ] I guess we can only hope for time to process. Or, barring that, for things to be so busy we have no time to stop and think?
[ He's... kidding. Kind of. The wry-but-vaguely-nervous smile hopefully gets that across. That expression sobers and falls away when Axel mentions his sister. ] I'm sorry, Axel. [ He breathes out a soft sigh. ] It's cruel magic that makes a person recollect the past.
[ Could be wisps, could be actual magic, could be the brain trying to haunt itself. Whatever the case... ]
No organization? [ Well, he knows someone else who will be bothered by that.... ]
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Have you thought of a way to remain busy? [ Magnus' tone would almost imply this is a train of thought he's found himself on once or twice already. Not that he's had much time to be on any train except 'find Alexander, find Clary, make sure everyone is safe.'
It's been a ride, that's for sure. ]
Obviously, you found me. [ So, that's "busy." But that's a task, not really a "job." ] I believe we'll make it out of the woods before we know it, [ he offers, by way of encouragement. ] Leave this behind us.
[ He does not elaborate further. Not on his end. ]
Achieving some order and stability sounds like a priority then. [ He knows someone who might be good at helping that happen. ] Though it might not look like what we're accustomed to, hm?
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But having a little normalcy surely won't hurt.
[ He looks as though he's cogitating something. ] It might be something to prioritize. We've all been through something traumatic. Having a safe place to recuperate, whatever that means for each of us, could be vital.
And it might give us a leg up on future endeavors.
[ His expression says pretty clearly that he's not really willing to speculate about what those might be. Keeping everyone safe is the first concern and there's a certain sense in which they could be a danger to themselves if they don't try to acclimate.
Or that's how it would appear his estimations shake out. ]
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Though, [ he says, sounding thoughtful as he steps onto the tree and then over it, all very casually, ] I wonder how long that might take. If people are still arriving [ and incidents like running into those wisps persist ] and continue doing so, it could be awhile before we have an accurate picture of what's going on.
All the more reason to learn what we can, right?
[ He hums at the question. ] I was thinking of a home, but I should probably visit this citadel.
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[ He might need more boozy milkshakes in the future.
Axel's offer seems to pique his interest. Getting to know the area is a priority of his. ] I'd like that very much, actually. I want to be armed with as much information as possible.
[ Maybe that will help soothe some of the several thousand questions that could choose to pounce into the front of his head at any given moment. ]
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