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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.
( iii. )
He's trying to feel something about that, whether guilt or relief, but really mostly he finds he doesn't care. He's had enough of apparitions to last a lifetime, and stumbling over the projection of his father after his own world has died would only send him spiralling from the careful numbness he surrounds himself with. So he hadn't gone to help.
Which means he's in the city when the people come, trailing after Barricaded and anxiously keeping an eye out for his wayward boyfriend's return. He's therefore around to hear the statement. Adam looks over, and then has to fight to keep his eyes from widening when he spots who spoke. Magnus is --.
Magnus is unlike anyone Adam has ever seen, half looking like he belongs in a music video or something. He's handsome. He's a bit alarming. ]
Uh. Your daemon.
[ Adam's gaze trips to the giant butterfly even as Barricaded doubles back and shifts from his car form to the robot, peering up almost curiously. ]
It'll have an apartment location for you. It did the rest of us.
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Hard to ignore though, an out-sized monarch butterfly fluttering around your head. Right?
Maybe it's the conversation part that's difficult to get used to. Or perhaps the fact that there are between a hundred and two hundred other things to take in. Or maybe Magnus is just curious and likes poking around for info on his own! He did assent to asking his new friend for help when it was imperative he do so - to find Clary.
Now, he's being told there's information about where he might be housed? ] Well! That's useful, isn't it? [ It sounds like he's actually asking, rather than posing a rhetorical question or phrasing a comment as one. He offers a smile, first to Adam and then to the robot. He's begun fiddling with the assortment of rings on his fingers, turning one in particular around his ring finger. ]
I wonder if our all-knowing friends also know if we've arrived alongside someone. A spouse, for example. [ Presumably, he could just ask his daemon. But here he is, speculating with Adam instead. Possibly he's just chatty, right? ]
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There's a network.
[ Grievances about talking to people aside, Adam sees that fidgeting movement. It's most assuredly a wedding ring and while he doesn't exactly have the context of someone married and concerned for his family, he still knows how he felt when he'd ended up on the beach, how his heart had begged for Ronan, Blue, Gansey. ]
It connects everyone here. Usually people are under the names of their daemons, but I figure they still have to give their own when connecting. [ He gets Barricaded to project his own access and stands in a way that Magnus can see what he's doing. ] Like this.
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An interesting person, he thinks. Then, he thinks, maybe interesting isn't a fair word. He'll come back to that. ]
Definitely reassuring! [ Being connected, being able to find people. ] Confusing as they can be, I guess we'd be pretty lost without our friends here, wouldn't we?
[ Magnus exhales, a soft huff of air that's somehow not at all lacking patience. It's more thoughtful than anything. Because it's so easy to sit here and be just that when your world and the world you came from might be gone, right? Still, he doesn't seem outwardly bothered, aside from the minor fidgeting. ]
I wonder how many people we'll run into, [ he says, watching the robot in their company. ] Whether we know them or not. [ One arm draped over the other, he lightly drums his fingertips on his arm. ] You'll have to excuse me for being nosy, but you mentioned apartments. It was arranged solely through your daemon?
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I guess. Though they can be annoying. [ There's a squeal and a grind of gears in response, but he pays it no heed. ] They kind of just bombard you with information most of the time. No matter what you're doing. [ Exploring potentially infested forests, kissing wild boys, sleeping ... ] But they help.
[ He looks back at Magnus again, lifting one shoulder lightly. ] There are a bunch of people from all sorts of worlds here. Times, too. And I found a couple of my friends, it's not out of the realm of possibility that you'll get lucky too.
[ Reassurance is not really his forté, but he's trying. ]
Yeah, he had the address of where I was staying stored for me. They were expecting us. So if you need a roof over your head before deciding if it's the right roof, then it's a good place to start. [ He hadn't liked being told what to do, but then he'd found Ronan and it had become easier. ]
I can find out where yours is, if you want? Help you look. [ Trying so hard. ]
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Well, that doesn't mean it hasn't been given an opportunity or two to make some noise. ]
'Bombard' is a good word for it. [ His eye wanders in the direction of his own daemon, the butterfly seemingly reacting to this comment with a silent huff and by flying away momentarily. ] I hope you're right about getting lucky and running into more familiar faces. There are a few people I very much want to see.
[ And know are safe.
The comment seems to have been effective though - Magnus is reassured to a degree! He looks Adam's way again at the offer of help. ]
'Deciding if it's the right roof' - that does sound like a good place to start! I'll happily accept some guidance from someone who is more familiar than I! [ He gestures around with one hand, glittery as ever. ] I was going to say I'm out of my element, but we all are, aren't we? So that's a little unfair.
Thank you. I appreciate the help... [ He trails off a bit, as if indicating he'd be referring to Adam by name, except he doesn't know it yet. ]
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Oh, it's Adam.
[ He gestures for Barricaded again. It wouldn't feel right asking to use another person's daemon. Besides, they can use them to find other people, he's fairly certain that includes addresses. The screen fills the air before him and Adam squints at it, taking great care to use the keyboard in the correct fashion. He very clearly does not like to do a thing wrong. ]
Okay, you're -- [ A strange map appears with a flashing cursor somewhere in the city. ] Here.