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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!
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.
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.
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.
You can find more information on this event, as well as opportunities for plotting, in our Event Plotting Post!
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:
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!
speaking german without the italics bc screw extra formatting right?
It is a pleasure to see you again. You appear to be in good spirits, and it suits you.
oh dude i can totally agree w that
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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Care to join me for lunch? [ And Kurt might remember exactly what "lunch" was to the fangy one before him. ]
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Certainly, [he agrees without hesitation.] So long as you provide something I can use to [pause] recover afterward.
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[ And that 'pleased' feeling continued as Kurt took him on his offer quickly and confidently. Finally, the virus actually presented him with something fun. ]
Indeed. Should we go to your home, then? You must have something there.
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but there are far better things to focus on here. he dips closer, eyes glimmering beneath the dark of his lashes.] That would be perfect, actually.
Shall I? [he offers ignacio his hand, meaning he'll teleport them if that's what the vampire so chooses.]
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[ He said with a brief sneer which quickly turned into a pleased smirk at Kurt's body language. He extended his hand, unaware of what the mutant had planned- he just assumed he wanted to escort him hand-in-hand. ]
By all means.
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[kurt can only hope it isn't granted to them. with the vampire's hand in his own, he twists on the ball of his foot and slides his other arm around ignacio's middle, holding them hip to hip, chest to chest, smoldering gaze never faltering.] Hold on, [he warns simply, then they're both vanishing.
it's not a long ride, considering they aren't far from his home, but when they reappear inside his bedroom, he doesn't immediately pull away. most people are affected by his teleportation; he's never done it with an undead before, so better safe than sorry! also, this is absolutely a reason for him maintaining eye contact, concern wrinkling his brow when he tilts.] Are you okay?
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[ Ignacio began to say, his tone full of admiration for what Kurt was saying-- and then he was unexpectedly taken into his arms and the scenery around them shifted. He was no stranger to magical teleportation, but it definitely wasn't what he'd been expecting. Both of his eyebrows were high, his lips slightly parted in shock. If he had a heart that could beat it would be pounding right now! ]
Ah! Well. Yes, I am. Hm! You love surprises, it seems. [ A chuckle bubbled up his throat as he wound his arms around Kurt in return, securing him against his firm body. ] Are you attempting to seduce me, little one? [ His tone was playful as he leaned in, then his fangs lightly grazed Kurt's lower lip. ]
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now that they're safely in his home, kurt allows his gaze to linger on the lord, studying his slight surprise, admiring how it looks on his handsome face. what had his earlier self been fretting about? something about a boyfriend and how they shouldn't be promiscuous without permission-- as if that were terribly worrisome, taking who kavinsky is into account.]
That I do. [embrace reciprocated, the teleporter shifts against ignacio, hands lacing together at the back of his neck. he's not nearly as built and happens to be far softer than his company in many places, but that doesn't call for any hesitation.] Is it working? [he inquires with a chuckle, lightly pecking ignacio's upper lip at the brush of fangs.] I'm sure you're far more used to being the seducer.
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If you desire for intimacy beyond the bite, I do not know if I can grant you such a thing. However, perhaps my fangs will satisfy you nicely? They seemed to do the trick last time... [ The tone in his voice dipped into a low and smooth sound while his lips began to trail down to the tempting veins in Kurt's neck. ]
How does that idea suit you, my fierce friend?
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Certainly not! I do have a boyfriend. [he grins again.] I'd imagine he would want to be my first. Those fangs, though— [the mutant's breath is hitching already, fingers clenching tighter and head tipping to allow his companion easier access.]
That'll suit me just fine, yes.
cw: oh no sexy vampire biting
[ His inhale was deep, with the simple purpose of taking in Kurt's scent because he certainly didn't need to breathe. The breath he caught exhaled smoothly against Kurt's skin where his lips caressed his neck. ] However, you do taste sweeter than most. [ Which Ignacio knew to be due to his demon lineage, but rather than explain that he sunk his fangs inside. Slow, deep, he pierced such willing flesh easily while the infernal blood seeped onto his tongue. His hold on him tightened while his magic began to flow; tingling, hot and powerful.
Delicious. ]
juliet arm drape oh my
if he were still the type, kurt would clutch tighter, maybe gasp and shiver in response to the heated breath tickling his neck. what he decides on is gliding one hand between the vampire's shoulderblades then up the nape of his neck, digits twining through the dark hair.] Do I? [he queries, voice lilting with a quiet laugh, which cuts off as soon as iggy's fangs break skin.
he purrs delightedly, grip becoming more firm and tail slithering around so he can drift the heart-shaped end across his partner's hip.] How lucky for the both of us ...
ok to ftb?
yes'm