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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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Sounds like you've been busy. I'd love to take a look at those botany books and maybe pick your mind a bit.
[He pulls off his gauntlet and extends a hand.]
Sylvain.
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Caster, or Mister Mystery, Mister M for short if you'd like. Whatever's easiest for you. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[ The mage may be confoundingly casual at the oddest of times, but he certainly knows his manners. With the hand he offered to Sylvain, he waves at the tomes on the nearby table. ]
By all means, my brain and these books are ready for the picking. Just mind the pages; they're old.
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[Sylvain tugs a pew around to use as a makeshift table and picks up one of the books. The mildew smell from the school clings to it. Part of Sylvain mourns for the poor treatment and loss of what were probably some really good stories.]
Have you been here long?
[With a gloved hand, Sylvain carefully opens the cover of one of the books. He needs to make sure that whatever Dimitri decides to put in his mouth won't kill him.]
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Don't worry, Dimitri is doing a good enough job of making Sylvain's duty of keeping him alive even harder, without even having to ingest questionable plant life. ]
Not very. Only about as long as you've been here, give or take a couple of hours.
[ And yet he's been this productive, so he'd like to think. ]
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Not long and you already have so much information. You're speedy.
[Sylvain smiles.]
Brains and beauty. That's rare.
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[ The mage gives Sylvain a wink, this time letting his satisfaction show more clearly on his face. He leans in with a smile, reaching up with a hand to momentarily brush aside his bangs and run his hand briefly through the hair behind his hood, letting the light of the campfire in the church shine on it. One could almost swear it changed color with the movement, white, to lavender, to light blue, to white again, but such a casual comb is too quick to say for sure.
One reason behind this gesture is for him to play the part of the flirt he himself is; being an incubus means he can't simply let any old human show him up like this when it comes to the game of sensuality. He knows how this particular game is played, knows that his looks are the kind that draws people in, whether they like it or not. (The vast majority of said people end up in the "not" category after all's said and done.)
The other reason is to hide the fact that he's trying get a taste of the thoughts behind Sylvain's honeyed words, to see how genuine those fluffy, flirtatious remarks really go. Are they the emotional equivalent of fondant, a beautiful-looking but thin layer of frosting covering something else less visually appealing? Or is it like biting into a well-made chocolate cake, something rich and so deeply sweet that having more than one slice might be ill-advised? ]
Well, quickly gathering and analyzing information in a fantastical yet high-stakes situation like this is part of my job. I wouldn't be a very good employee otherwise.
(I am so sorry Sylvain is inappropriate at the worst times)
[Would the Goddess consider it blasphemous to do this sort of thing in a church that wasn't hers? The idea of where this could potentially go happening here is a bit exciting, creepy as the place is.
Sylvain, his hand placed on the books page to mark his spot, leans back to watch Merlin. His eyes track the motion of the beautiful man's hand and lets himself marvel at the way the light shifts on his hair. Did his hair change color? Was that even possible? Sylvain found himself wanting to touch the other man's hair and almost had to force his free hand to stay where it was resting on his own thigh.
Merlin would taste genuine interest and desire. While Sylvain may have come in here intending to just playfully flirt a bit and read some books, Merlin has most certainly piqued his interest. It also shows all over his body language, body louging, legs spread just a bit, Merlin commanding Sylvain's full attention.]
Employee, huh? Who convinced you to get a job during the apocalypse?
that makes two of them
[ The mage of flowers smiles, leaning in, just a touch...
...Before he straightens up and pulls away completely, his voice light and airy, no attachments, no longing or desire, and makes a dismissive waving gesture with one of his hands. ]
...Maybe at another time, another place, another world, though!
[ In all honesty, Merlin would be completely willing to pick up what Sylvain's probably putting down were it not for the situation at hand (if only he had more leisure leeway here like he did in Uruk), and the fact that he's specifically trying to hide his incubus heritage. Instead, he will simply give him a taste of a dream that will probably never come true, and mentally note the other man down. ]
It's the other way around, my friend. I have a job because of a predicted apocalypse of sorts, though I didn't know it then. I was simply an independent contractor of a mage before I signed up with Chaldea, [ Spinning half-truths like no tomorrow. ] and the salary and benefits seemed nice at the time.
Re: that makes two of them
So you got a job to help in an apocalypse only to end up somewhere else very apocalyptic.
[A pause.]
Unless this is the apocalypse they hired you for. Is it?
[Sylvain knows this is probably wishful thinking, especially since it seemed like the other man was being decently forthcoming with the information he was learning about the world they were in, but a guy could hope.]
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If only. We'd have a lot more to work with, if that were the case.
[ Personnel. Knowledge. Sensors. Magic. Technology. Servantpower. Merlin gestures back at the books. ]
Instead of dusty old schoolbooks tough to make heads or tails of.
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Well, a guy could hope.
[Sylvain lifts the book and taps an image.]
At least some of them have diagrams. It's hard to figure out what these say, but the pictures help.
[Sylvain sets the book back down and taps his finger while examining it.]
Do you happen to have extra paper and something to write with?
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[ True to his word, he rummages around the tabletop for the pieces of paper he managed to pilfer that haven't been written on by his notes by now, and two pencils out of a bunch he also managed to similarly pilfer from the school. ]
Here you go.
[ He's curious about what Sylvain means to do with them. ]
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[Sylvain starts sketching some of the plants and makes his own notes next to them. He makes little boxes that he leaves empty. Once he is able to get into the greenhouse, he is going to go on a drawing bonanza.
Sylvain glances up to see M watching him.]
I have a friend who has a habit of sticking just about anything in his mouth and I don't want him to poison himself.
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And that friend of yours is here and already being bit of a handful, I take it?
[ This friend who'll apparently eat anything, including foreign vegetation... ]
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[Sylvain's small smile is a pure one.]
He's a handful, but he's my handful. I would rather he not have to go through this, but at least I can be there to help him not do anything too reckless.
[Sylvain pauses in his sketching.]
Hopefully.
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[ And he's being genuine about that, surprisingly enough. ]
Say, what's his name, anyway?
[ Maybe he's run into said friend already. ]
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[Or insane in a different way, but the 'need to protect my friend' sort of crazy is better than the 'everything is trying to eat me and I'm going to die' kind of crazy.]
He seems to be pretty chatty here, so you might have at least seen or heard him in passing. His name is Dimitri.
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Oh, Dimitri! We've met. Pleasant fellow to chat with. But, hm...
[ If the day 0 Minato rescue and Dimitri flinging himself into it was any indication, Sylvain's got a hell of a job to do here. ]