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Entry tags:
- !event,
- attack on titan: armin arlert,
- danganronpa v3: kaito momota,
- day 1: general,
- fatal frame iv: ruka minazuki,
- fate/: bb,
- fate/: charlemagne,
- fate/: merlin,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- ffxiv: tsubaki aoganei,
- metallic rouge: alice & ace machias,
- original: calia,
- original: nao mizushita,
- persona 3: minato arisato,
- persona 3: shinjiro aragaki,
- shadows house: kate,
- slay the princess: the princess
[DAY 1-]
The night drags on.
The moon, full and bright, illuminates the world below as demons rise in indulgence of the hunt. All those who are not securely tucked away become prey, whose blood runs freely down the streets, whose screams fill the air in symphony, whose lives are snuffed out one by one as the night grows darker- but not quieter, no. Towards the far west, wind picks up in a deafening howl that tears through the forest violently enough to uproot trees, followed by a thunderous explosion atop the wall that sends large chunks of rock crashing down on parts of the immobile train, creating shockwaves felt all the way into town. Dark clouds gather overhead, smothering the moon and unleashing a downpour that continues unrelentingly until dawn, when the paltry sunlight behind the clouds is only enough to see that the rain that falls is in fact blood, thick and warm, coating the rooftops and the streets. Rivulets trickle towards the east, where they spill over the edges of the world and into the cavernous abyss of a mouth below.
Those who sleep will dream. They dream of being flat on their back, lying on hard metal, a warm breeze caressing their cheek, the faint scent of cherry blossom in the air. They dream of their bodies feeling like lead, heavy and unable to move, hardly able to breathe— and all the while in complete darkness. Whether they give in to exhaustion or struggle valiantly against it, they will eventually open their eyes to a different scene: of somebody's home before here, you and that person reliving the very last memory they had before waking up in the train just yesterday. It's a memory that culminates in darkness. Give in. Struggle. Open your eyes again and again and again, and eventually you will wake up to what you wish were just another bad dream: the unfortunate plane of existence we call reality.
It may not be a good morning, but it's morning. If characters glance at their COMP, they will see a bright number 7 on the screen that disappears as their chosen AI chimes in with a good morning greeting ("Whoa! Congrats on surviving the night, boss!" or "Yikes, you look like shit. Did you get any rest at all?"). Pulling up the map function shows fewer blue ally dots as expected, but perhaps unexpectedly, much fewer red enemy dots as well: there are very few demons to be seen, and those that are, show little interest in hunting unless they are attacked first. The forest is still and quiet, red Mandrake leaves littering the floor in abundance but the demons remain rooted underground, the Hares of Inaba huddled snug within their dens, bird demons taken roost underneath the canopy to keep out of the blood rain. The concert hall is silent today, guards at the door watchful and ready to snipe intruders. Inside the powerplant, the giant Ooze spreads lazily across the first floor, filling the space wall to wall, acid seeping underneath the front doors and burning its way outside. Indoors, outdoors, demons keep to themselves, seemingly sated.
It's almost peaceful. If you didn't know better.
The drizzle of blood tapers off over the course of Day 1, replaced by normal rain once night hits. The water that falls is clear, though bitter and metallic tasting, and the stormy weather continues for several days more. The temperature outside dips, even during the daytime, and the hunger that continues to persist (unless you're BB, who ate a Pixie, maybe) is made worse by the appearance of a hot dog stand that has been set up in front of the school building. Its existence in this place is wholly suspicious, entirely nonsensical, manifested as if out of a yandere devil summoner fever dream— and yet the mystery meat smells divine, and you are so so hungry.
"Hee-ho! Get your hot dogs here-ho! What? What kind of mee-hee-t is in it, ho? Don't worry about it, ho!"
Can anybody resist that cute face? never mind the sales pitch. Jack Frost will operate on a barter system, though it really only seems interested in people's gemstones, or if they're willing to slaughter and bring it a Katakirauwa in exchange for a cold but still delicious hotdog dressed up in any variety of condiment. For those who muster the courage to go demon hunting to earn their meal, they will find that a single hotdog will stave off hunger for up to three days. For those who gave up their gemstone instead, K5 will be screaming at them not to do that, but also, please tell me. Maybe they'll rethink the offer, noticing that the gemstones they'd found on their person now feel slightly warm to the touch- growing warmer when in proximity to another person's gemstones, their colors more vibrant, stones faintly glowing as if with internal light.
Generous as Jack Frost is with providing dubious sustenance, it's a different story when it comes to the vending machine beside its stall. Inside are various drinks guaranteed to be cold, and include bottled water, coffee, teas, juices, blood and tears and many other questionable unlabeled liquids among its touted 100!!! varieties of beverage ("""beverage"""). Two problems: 1) there is no selection button, so you do not get to choose your drink; and 2) the machine will only take macca. Where to get macca? Figure that out yourself and earn your drink gacha.
[ Locked pending: SCHOOL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: GREENHOUSE investigation ]
[ Locked pending: HOSPITAL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: CONCERT HALL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: POWERPLANT investigation ]
OOC
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Since I know a handful of you are still working on apps, this event log in general will be open to all players, but Investigations will be closed to current players only. See below for more information.
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On Day 1 only, wild demon encounters will be scarce and it will rain blood all day, after which the weather will transition into normal rain and demon encounters will also return to normal rates, less during the day and more frequent after dark.
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When characters fall asleep any time in the next several days (including victims of the concert hall lullaby that will begin again starting Day 2, as well as inadvertent naps for those of you who are like lmao yeah whatever, i don't need sleep, i'm fine), they will be able to see the circumstances around other characters' canonpoints. This dream may take the form of being a bystander, or from the point of view of the character, whichever would be more fun/interesting to play.
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Players can advance time by posting new logs set on the current or next IC date— don't be afraid to advance time as needed! Plot beats will be adjusted accordingly, and there'll be ample warning if plot necessitates a deadline or specific event date for any reason. If you have any trigger warnings, please let me know here! Comments are screened, and warnings will be listed in the log format post for player awareness.
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As characters investigate different locations in the setting, more aspects of the game will be unlocked and will be updated in the post above. In summary, from the previous TDM event, characters have found doors sealed by barriers in the school, greenhouse, and hospital. The concert hall and powerplant are still both heavily guarded by demons that prevent thorough investigation until dealt with.
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Yet.
She nods and offers a small half-smile in return before gesturing for him to follow her into the kitchen. She gets some water for him and for herself, pausing before she takes a seat at the table. She frowns, staring at the glass of water, not sure where to begin. There are a couple different people she was going to start with asking if they knew which dream it was, it's just a lucky (or unlucky) guess that Dimitri is who she chooses to ask first here, but she's not sure how to start it]
...I've been having some... odd dreams. They don't feel like strictly dreams, so I was wondering if maybe they're someone else's...
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Rather than taking the seat across from her Dimitri takes the seat next to her. He didn't want to create too formal of an air, although it is a fine line to balance it to ensure it isn't too casual... Perhaps he is overthinking things.
He is, however, pulled from his thinking by the topic Ruka presents. ]
... Someone else's dreams? What do you mean by that...?
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Maybe dreams isn’t the right word. More like…a memory? Perhaps distorted…
[Slowly she recounts the details of the dream that she can still remember, staring slightly upward to a fixed point near the ceiling as she works through it.
By the end of it she falls quietly again, tapping fully against her glass]
I don’t know whose it is. I thought I would start with asking you and then working my way around until I found the owner of the memories.
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Dimitri's face has gone pale and he too has averted his gaze. His eyes and hands are locked on his glass of water. If he had his usual strength he probably would have shattered the thing on accident already.
He clears his throat. ]
I see. Well... you need not ask anyone else. That was... [ He swallows, his throat dry despite the water. ] That was just before I woke up on the Train...
[ How could this be...? ]
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[She's not sure what to say to that. She hadn't expected to find the owner of the memories so quickly, and had sort of hoped that in the length of time it took to find the person, she'd be able to come up with something.
She lowers her gaze, rotating her cup and watching the water move for a moment.] I'm sorry. That that happened, and that I saw it, even if accidentally.
[She's quiet again, thoughtful this time rather than lost] I didn't know others here could see spirits too. But, I suppose I didn't really go around asking that either...
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Just when he musters strength to excuse himself Ruka speaks- and it isn't what he is expecting. Dimitri blinks then quicky shakes his head. ]
No, no, please. I'm the one who should apologize. To have seen that- I don't know how... I-I'm just... I'm so sorry. Really.
[ But then his brow furrows- mind catching up fully to what Ruka said. ]
Wait, did you say you could see ghosts as well...?
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Mm. Yes. I've always been able to, I think... Maybe it comes with the priestess bloodline. [She shrugs a little. She's not sure]
I'm the last remaining survivor from my island. But shortly before I came here, I was investigating it, hoping I could find some clues to my memory and the reason why two other girls from the island, who had survived with me, suddenly died.
When I arrived, well... All that was left there were ghosts. Some were... fine. [She can't say 'friendly' none of them were really friendly] They would appear, but just stand there, stuck in the same routines and motions. I don't think they'd even notice I was around.
Others were... aggressive. They'd prevent me for leaving, attack me... I'd have to fight them off before I could go anywhere. [Ruka sighs a little, rubbing at her forearm in a self-soothing gesture] Most spirits--the aggressive ones especially--look like they did when they died. It's... not pretty. But some of them 'bloom,' and that's worse. If others were to visit the island, they might get that illness I have.
It's not dangerous until that later stages of the illness. That's when it gets contagious. [A pause, and then softer:] That's when people start dying.