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Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote in [community profile] xistentia2018-05-09 10:55 pm

EVENT: Kind Gestures and Dark Mirrors

Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: While F.A.T.E.S. encourages kind gestures to repair the city's shield, D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. sends their agent to sabotage everything with a virus. Infected characters turn into dark mirror versions of themselves, ready to burn the very bridges we were supposed to rebuild.
Date(s): 9 - 26 May. Check out THE MOD ANNOUNCEMENT for more information.
Warnings/Notes: Psychic influence, potential trauma, violence and upsetting themes. Please use subject header warnings appropriately!

KIND GESTURES & DARK MIRRORS EVENT
It's emotional warfare on a dimensional scale.
NOT SO/GRAND GESTURES

While the confessions might have helped some, hurt looks and uncomfortable silences abound across the city. The shield over the city has started to flicker and transmit odd, geometric shadows across the ground. One thing is clear: we have to fix this.

F.A.T.E.S. has a solution. On the morning of 9 May, F.A.T.E.S. will send a message to all residents through their daemons:

F.A.T.E.S. WARNING SYSTEM

Threat Assessment: Moderate
Phenomenon Type: Shield Fluctuations
Predicted Duration: 2 weeks to Critical Failure

The psychic bomb has crippled the defense system over Xistentia. As a result, the modified laws of physics that protect physical consent within the city limits are experiencing problems. Be aware that this means mild injury from physical assaults are now possible within the city.

To repair protective functions, residents are kindly requested to kiss and makeup. Just kissing would also be helpful. Friendly gestures varying from gifted coffee or morning salutations will also be extremely helpful contributions. Your cooperation is appreciated.

In other words, it's time to rebuild bridges. Residents are all encouraged to talk, to reach out to the people around them. Do something nice for a friend, or an acquaintance, or a stranger in need. Of course, if it feels a little forced— that should come as a surprise to no one. F.A.T.E.S. is but an awkward SUPERCOMPUTER, after all.
Good Samaritan: Help a little old lady across the street. Alternatively, given the consent defenses are dialed down, maybe you'll catch somebody about to be hit by a falling pot plant from a higher-floor window. Time to rescue!

Grand Romance: A single rose, a bouquet of flowers; their named tattooed over your heart, or a sword engraved with the insignias of one's ancestors; a boombox held outside the window or an acoustic guitar solo among the fireflies. If you love somebody, this is the time to let it out.

Family Dinner: Whether it's blood or a found family, this would be the time to reconcile over a spread. Or at least-- to try. Funnily enough, even conflict technically feeds energy into the city; a little bickering never killed anybody. But of course, if the argument kills the relationship... that's a turn for the worst, for the city as well as for you.

Apology Gifts: If you made a mess during the psychic bomb event, this would be the time to clean it up. Write a letter, send the text, or show up on the doorstep amid pouring rain.

Wildcard: Want to make a different gesture? Be F.A.T.E.S.' guest.
Enter the Villain

That doesn't really work for D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.


The enemy takes the opportunity to contact their agent Ignacio, giving him instructions to plug a data stick into the Chronological Cartographer in the Temple, in order to release a virus.

During the early hours of the morning on 9 May, Ignacio carries out his mission. The virus takes F.A.T.E.S. by surprise, crippling their internal defences and spreading quickly through their system. All computer systems managed by F.A.T.E.S. suffer disruption, including characters' daemons. All over the city, individuals experience change. The infected have turned into Mirror Versions of themselves. They remember everything about their lives, but their personalities and perspectives have changed. Instead of trying to rebuild, they want to tear down everything they once held dear.

DELETING THE VIRUS (May 26 +)

Over the course of the month, F.A.T.E.S. will be working desperately to clear the virus from their system and from every infected timeline. Daemons will continue to experience glitches, lag and crashes throughout the month.

Finally, by 26 May, F.A.T.E.S. manages to isolate the last pockets of the virus and stop it from replicating. From there, it's a simple matter to delete it from the rest of the system. Over the next few days, all afflicted individuals will return to normal.

Over the next few days, all afflicted individuals will return to normal - and then it's time to pick up the pieces.

Now feeling much more like themselves again, everyone who turned into a mirror will remember everything they did while infected. Now is the time for damage control - both for your personal lives, and for the city's defences. Xistentia is now more vulnerable than ever.

The deleting of the virus will mean a sudden and immediate change for some, and a slower, more gradual change for others. However, all characters will have returned entirely to normal by the end of the month.
ANYTHING ELSE

You can find more information on this event, as well as opportunities for plotting, in our Event Plotting Post!
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[personal profile] outshiny 2018-05-17 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Marcos halts in his step. It's fortunate, perhaps, that he's had reason to rethink his recent attitudes. Before today, such an invasion into his mind would've prompted a furious reaction. For some reason, right now, it doesn't bother him so much. He does look around, his head tilted as he scans the crowd. The voice had been male and unfamiliar, definitely not the poison-sweet chimes of the Cuckoos. This is something else, which means he doesn't know what to look for.

He needs to know. Anyone who can do that needs to be known to him.
]

I'm a mutant.

[ He thinks it, trusting that whoever's in his head will pick it out. If they don't, it'll be their loss. ]

Aren't you? I've met telepaths before. We should talk. You can call me Eclipse.
Edited 2018-05-17 12:11 (UTC)
bratpack: (s c r u n c h)

Me me me

[personal profile] bratpack 2018-05-17 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And of course, Wyatt comes in the way he always does; bare-chested, skin golden from the sun, hair windswept and tangled up with twigs and leaves. His cut-off jeans have fresh tears and fraying around the edges, and there's the occasional new mud stain. Wyatt's arms, chest and shoulders have some of that too, and he smells like the forest he's just been running in. He rubs the back of his dusty hand over his forehead, while he stares around the kitchen in disbelief.

Also, in worry. Because what the fuck has he forgotten?
]

Uh, are we expecting someone? [ Because the roasting meat smells fucking great, but he doesn't know who ordered the vegetables or weird pastry thing. Vex never cooks like this. In fact, Vex never fucking cooks. ] Am I late?

[ He's about to say that he'll go and change, but then he catches sight of Vex's clothes beneath his apron. And the lack of goatee on his face. And his hair. What the shit? He frowns. ]

Vex, what the hell are you wearing?
bratpack: (w a t c h i n g)

Text; daemon: hunterd. Late on the first night.

[personal profile] bratpack 2018-05-17 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Man, this text is a lot harder to send than it ought to be. That's not good. ]

iggy, it's wyatt. listen i can't come over tonight, i'm real sorry. something's going on
i'll text you, ok?
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[personal profile] mordacita 2018-05-17 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The thrall guarding the door instantly moves to put himself between the newcomer and his king. Rafa allows this for a brief few seconds, before raising his hand to signal the thrall to stand down. He instantly does so, leaving the path to the throne clear. Rafa offers Ignacio a smile, though it's not the usual dimpling crookedness that generally means he's happy; this one is careful, symmetrical, formal. He beckons, encouraging the vampire's approach. ]

Ignacio, my friend. I am glad you approve. Of course I should have preferred a more traditional palace, but the offerings here were as limited as my time. I shall have something more fitting constructed in due course.

[ Rafa speaks like they're in a business meeting, and perhaps they are. ]

For now, it will serve. Have you come to discuss terms of alliance?
Edited 2018-05-17 12:42 (UTC)
bratpack: (u p)

Mirrored

[personal profile] bratpack 2018-05-17 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wyatt stops in his tracks, at first surprised to be told off, and the. All the more surprised that it's Kurt. His eyebrows shoot up as he takes in the mutant's new look. It's definitely different. Wyatt wouldn't say better, but he'd liked Kurt's messier look. It had matched his own. ]

Sorry, man. [ He saysc about the whole brushing shoulders thing that's apparently a fucking criminal act today. ] hey, nice look. I barely recognised you. What's the occasion, job interview?

[ Wyatt stuffs his hands into the frayed pockets of his jean shorts. He is at least wearing a t-shirt today, but it's too big for him, and features the occasional tear. ]
bratpack: (s a r c a s m)

Mirrored!

[personal profile] bratpack 2018-05-17 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The change is subtle enough that Wyatt does not, at first? Realise there's something wrong. That's good, because he's already having a day of it with whatever's happening to everyone. He's his normal self, and for this brief few moments, he thinks she is too.

So he goes in to hug her, relief all over his face.
]

Oh, thank god. You don't even know how right you are, babe. Have you seen Vex today?! I had to get out of the house. He was wearing a goddamn apron last night. And he cooked dinner! I think something's wrong, like seriously wrong. He's gone all, like...domestic! And old timey? He's driving me crazy.
sadico: (smile)

speaking german without the italics bc screw extra formatting right?

[personal profile] sadico 2018-05-17 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes briefly widened as Kurt continued to speak in a rather attractive manner. Ignacio didn't bow, but he nodded his head respectfully. ]

It is a pleasure to see you again. You appear to be in good spirits, and it suits you.
sadico: (wtf)

[personal profile] sadico 2018-05-17 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I am a vampire. My name is Ignacio. You attacked me without provocation, why?!

[ His hands were shaking as he brought them to his face. His skin felt as delicate as vellum paper and he didn't dare apply any pressure to it, for fear that he'd tear. Instead, he ran his fingers through his hair to try and tame how askew it'd gone during his agony. Even now the pain continued to throb, the radiant power lingering to halt his natural defenses.

This mutant, Eclipse, had proven himself to be a dangerous foe. ]
Edited (icon) 2018-05-17 19:57 (UTC)
sadico: (think)

[personal profile] sadico 2018-05-17 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ fuck. his. unlife. ]

I will miss you.
sadico: (intense)

[personal profile] sadico 2018-05-17 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ignacio did not look at the thrall that dared to get between he and his friend, but an eyebrow did briefly cock. When the offender was dismissed, Ignacio approached freely. Already, he did not like the tone that Rafa took with him- it reminded him too keenly of the vampires he'd dealt with daily back home. And that expression, no, it was too practiced- he instantly hated it. Hated what Rafa had become.

Still, he remained as controlled and as ever and didn't allow his expression to show any weakness. ]


Terms? You have my alliance unconditionally, as well you should know. We are kin.
vexy: (stunned)

[personal profile] vexy 2018-05-17 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Isn't that usual for you? However, I won't protest your newfound modesty! I can go to your home and escort you, if you wish.
vexy: (incredulous)

you you you <3

[personal profile] vexy 2018-05-17 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Wyatt!

[ Vex exclaimed, though his voice was not nearly as loud or as crude as it normally would be. There was a gentleness about him that was displayed in both his body language and his tone. ]

You're early! You may wash up for dinner, if you wish.

[ He was being entirely too relaxed about the dirt Wyatt just tracked in, when before he would have complained obnoxiously about how Wyatt was trying to turn their house into the forest. ]

I thought we ought to have a proper English dinner for once, it's been ages since I've had one. Oh! You should dress for it, do you have a suit? I just went shopping and acquired a few in the city, you should wear one of mine! That sounds fun, doesn't it?

[ He was also entirely too... relaxed and happy. There wasn't even a hint of darkness or sadness in his eyes, as if his ghosts had been chased away. ]
Edited (whoa htmml) 2018-05-17 20:12 (UTC)
shadowblends: (❧ charming)

oh no wyatt ;;

[personal profile] shadowblends 2018-05-18 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[when he recognizes wyatt, his tone softens posthaste.] Oh, Wyatt! My apologies, I didn't know it was you. [he inclines his head, briefly shamed, although it doesn't last long. the werewolf mentions his new appearance and kurt grins, absolute charm with the slightest hint of vamp.]

No, nothing like that. [raising both arms, he does a quick spin on the ball of his foot, coattails falling gracefully back into place behind him.] Just seemed like I needed a change. This felt right and well, as you said, it's nice.

You look— [pause, his eyes scanning over the other male's frame, fangs baring in an appreciative grin.] Downright comfortable. As you should, though.
shadowblends: (❧ cheeky)

oh dude i can totally agree w that

[personal profile] shadowblends 2018-05-18 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[nightcrawler's smile widens, mirth becoming far more clear in response to ignacio's astonishment.

he inclines his head toward the vampire, nonetheless, showing him the full esteem kurt believes he deserves.]
Likewise, my friend, and you're absolutely correct about that. [a beat.] It does suit me, though. I think I might even like myself better this way.
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[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2018-05-18 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For the first time in a while, Loki comes dressed in his armor. He's not fool and he knows how to handle himself in unsavory deals. This is nothing new and it is best to keep all options open. He still has many tools left to him. ]

An odd location for a discussion.
dothelokimotion: (Is a place that is difficult to leave)

[ mirror ]

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2018-05-18 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What. Loki stares at him. ]

Step back?

[ He even repeats it. Loki's not usually one to stumble over his words. ]
drehnifusbahi: (*total sincerity*)

[personal profile] drehnifusbahi 2018-05-18 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's not blind to the lack of all that tension he's never seen her entirely rid of, but- he's also loathe to look an apparent gift horse in the mouth. If she's managed to make some level of peace with her past, and all the scars it's left... then that's no bad thing. How suddenly it seems to have happened, though...]

Well, this certainly is that. [His own smile doesn't so much as flicker as he answers, dropping another kiss on the tip of her nose.] For the record, though? You are more than enough.

[He cups her cheek, thumb stroking gently over the curve of it. For all their recent troubles, he doesn't want her thinking she isn't good enough or doesn't do enough for him, even for a moment.

And, knowing her as he does, he can't help but worry that her seeming to think so highly of herself is just her projecting more self-confidence than she really feels as usual.]
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i! BURSTS IN HERE!!!

[personal profile] pillz 2018-05-18 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[kavinsky was running around the woods. it's a new activity he's taken up ever since he was in eudio, mostly because once the clubs are crawling with sentimental affectionate hipsters with an age limit down for 18-year-olds, it doesn't really seem like the edgy badass shit to do. the 'habit' has only gotten greater ever since he was a vampire. you can off-road when you're one of the superpowered undead in ways that you can't when you're a regular human.

he's seen some gnarly shit. dead animals! animals fucking. animals shitting. animals engaged in mysterious behaviors that probably related to the fact that xistentia biology isn't exactly like earth biology. sometimes, he'd catch people doing these diverse activities too.

but he stops now, twigs cracking noisily under his shoes, and stares at rafaello. he kind of also stares at the slew of sexy men sprawled all over the place like they're in some kind of hella gay smutty music video about a vampire sex cult. his eyebrows go way up on his face. he recognizes the glazed look on their faces.]
Mom, [he says.] You tripping? The fuck is going on? If there's something contagious about Iggy's sperm, I kind of need to know.
pillz: (eyebrow)

meeeee

[personal profile] pillz 2018-05-18 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[maybe kavinsky was late because it's cool and he doesn't care.

or maybe he was late because he hasn't been on a date for a year, and when he went on a date before it was with a girl, which was-- different, somehow. more okay. maybe he's been thinking about how, despite that being with a girl is different from being with a boy, kurt is a lot like how bliss was. good, kind, brave, generous, diligent, thoughtful. better than he deserves. he does have an odd habit of going after people like that, you know. they're always out of his league, except that he's pretty hot.

it took him the whole week to plan out the fucking picnic basket, and in the end, there's as much alcohol in there as kebabs and chips. he'd done a lot of thinking about what he'd say if kurt laughed at him. that the pieces and the crumbs would fall on people and it'd be funny. it's not a big deal, he told himself. it's not a big fucking deal. it's not a

he stares at kurt. his face. then his exposed tummy, the chains sliding over his narrow chest. then his face again. the wind blows against kavinsky's vampire skin, but that isn't why goosebumps break out over his spine.]


What, [he says.] I'm-- sure. Cool. Cool outfit, man. What are you, studying the fucking BDSM now? [he keeps his voice light, putting the basket down.]
dothelokimotion: (The exact problem is currently unclear)

[ ii ]

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2018-05-19 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well. You don't see that everyday. Loki eyes the thralls with pointed disgust. He's had indentured servants before but they were a little more . . . animated. Barton could attest to that. Loki never saw the point of stripping away a person's free will. He's not so dull that he cannot handle a person's whims and desires. ]

Not too shabby, I suppose.
shadowblends: (❧ you want to get in there?)

[personal profile] shadowblends 2018-05-19 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm rather sure that I was speaking plainly. [he narrows his eyes, skeptical in manner, yet his body language relaxes somewhat.]

Not that I mind rubbing elbows with a god, though.
shadowblends: (❧ amused)

what kavinsky doesn't know: kurt's already a huge masochist apparently

[personal profile] shadowblends 2018-05-19 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[in his defense (or what little is left), kurt had been expecting to be stood up. not for the reason that that's what he's come to anticipate with kavinsky, but because the other male always seems to have a million things happening at once he'd imagine would be more important than a date.

and yet, the fledgling is here, handsome as ever with his pale tattooed skin, somewhat windblown dark hair and pretty eyes. basket in hand even, which surprises him, too. he knows vampires can't eat, so the sentiment is nice. for a brief moment, there's the slightest warmth, traveling through his torso, out to his fingertips and down to his toes-- an odd sensation he can't deny as being significant in some way. this, coupled with the way he's being ogled makes his lips curve with zeal.]


Well, I'd be lying if I said I haven't looked it up. [his discussion with vanyel had opened a lot of doors into that sort of lifestyle; curiosity simply got the best of him some time back and accompanied by his new personality? well, nothing was off the table anymore.

a hop and a skip and he's on the far more solid surface of the roof, approaching kavinsky, almost too suggestively. it's like dirty dancing-- all risqué, swinging movements in the places that matter until there's only an arms-length between them. he stands right there, hands tucked behind his back and his head slightly tilted.]


What's the matter? [the teleporter already knows the answer, but:] Don't you like it?
dothelokimotion: (Minutes before librarians ate him)

[personal profile] dothelokimotion 2018-05-20 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ He stares a little longer before shaking himself out of it. ]

And what would you want, from a God?
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[personal profile] bratpack 2018-05-20 01:42 am (UTC)(link)

yeah. i'll miss you too

[ Like a lot. Like, more than he thought he would, even. ]

i'm sorry. hopefully this shit is better by tomorrow but if it's not. i'll just see you when i see you i guess

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[personal profile] mordacita 2018-05-20 01:42 am (UTC)(link)

[ Rafa lifts an eyebrow at that comment, but says nothing. Of course, they're technically not kin. They're not even the same breed, despite both being vampires. Still, Ignacio is the closest thing to it that Rafa continues to respect him. He briefly waves his hand. ]

There are always conditions, my friend. You must know this. But of course, until now, I have been minded towards peace and restoration. Reclaiming what I had.

[ Another dismissive wave. ]

Now I see further. It occurs to me that our alliance, such as it is, was made in peace, and conquest tends to make a difference. I should not wish to assume.

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