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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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[The slight sarcasm does little to hide his concerned expression, but he's glad she's safe. At her question, he rises to his feet and approaches the bar, fetching a clean shot glass.]
You know what they say. You don't have a problem if you don't drink alone.
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[ She seems to be taking it in her stride though. Clary's no stranger to terrible, improbable things.
She pours too generous helpings of the liquid and raises her glass to him in a little toast. ] Cheers. [ Wry camaraderie, always helps with the whole world destroying.
It doesn't help the taste though. Clary coughs a little, raising her hand to thump herself in the chest. ] Oh, God.
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[Raising a glass and taking a shot all his own, his face scrunches up with disgust.] Cripes that's bad!
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[ That, and she thinks there are demons in it. ]
Though now I think none of them are as terrible as this drink. Do you think this is Hudson water? [ She's still pulling a face, but recent world hopping trauma has her valiantly trying to drink it.
Maybe she'll be lucky and Alec will give her a piggyback ride home again. ]
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[Farraige has a little rule when it comes to drinking. When you share one with a friend, you finish it no matter how bad. Here he was following suit in Clary's drink.]
At least the water here is clean. Especially the ocean, it's a great view by my place.
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( Maybe she will go and shout at it. )
Did you manage okay? Those weird orb things were just the icing on the cake.
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[Was the pun intentional? Knowing him, probably.]
Benefit of my training, it's particularly difficult for me to be deceived by illusions created from magic. At the same time, it's a type of magic I can never use.
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I was kind of hoping my runes would have kept me sane, but they were pretty convincing. ( She'd been so sure that Jocelyn was with her. It still makes her feel itchy inside, makes her panicky. Which is why she's looking for another drink, pulling a different bottle up this time. )
Okay, this one looks like it's normal. Which means it's probably not. What do you think? Risk it?
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I'm curious to hear about what kind of magic you know, if you're willing to disclose that.
[Farraige takes a closer look at the bottle, examining it with a discerning eye. Though truth be told, he's never been very good with knowledge of liquors.]
Well, none of these should be poisonous at least. And worst comes I can deal with the effects of bad drinks for the two of us.
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( She offers up a wry smile, like she knows it sounds ridiculous. But this is the first time they've had this discussion in person, and so Clary sees no harm in pulling her stele from her pocket and severing the glamour rune. It makes every single tattoo-like shape on her skin suddenly appear, going from sweet girl to someone who looks like she belongs in a gang.
Technically, she kind of does. )
I'm a Nephilim.
( Or, as close as she can get to one. Clary wonders if the blood in her veins would make it even more of a solid label. )
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I'm familiar with the term, I just never thought I'd meet one. Wizards where I'm from have something of an estranged relationship with both Heaven and Hell.
[At that, he cracks a bemused grin.]
To be honest I'm more used to dealing with Old Ones than anything else. I guess that'd be the closest name I could give to something like it.
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( She still has a hard time wrapping her thoughts around what she is, so you know. )
Are Old Ones like, super wrinkly people in cloaks?
( She's literally imagining Merlin now. )
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[The question makes him chuckle, but he shakes his head.]
Not exactly. They're the first wizards, they still exist in some fashion despite how long ago their time was. Name's a bit on the nose, but to use their true title involves their tongue and about thirty minutes to recite the whole thing. Not something I'm usually keen on doing.
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( They have already been through enough today, she's not that cruel. )