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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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Listen, Death may be much more handsome and charming that one would expect, but not now, Minato... Not for now, at least.]That's right. I intend to record and monitor it for any movement.
[ A dead end of a world inhabited by demons is one thing. A cosmological void, the collapse of a star under the weight of its own sins, that could very well spread is another, and a much bigger deal in his eyes. ]
Not the most pleasant job, admittedly, but I figure somebody has to do it.
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[ The l'appel du vide in the most literal sense he's ever known. It can't just be a him thing, right? Not with the way BB had acted when he was toeing the line. ]
There's something out there.
cw: suicidal ideation mentions
[ He's just saying. The fact that the pit of malice and dread is currently taking up what seemingly used to be a residential area does not sit well with him. The mage sighs. ]
I've... [ Dealt with? No, that doesn't belong to him. He wasn't one of those who resolved that collapse in the world. ] ...witnessed what I think is a similar case, and I'd rather not have anything like it happen again. That's why I'm keeping an eye on it.
[ Merlin feels it, of course, and that's precisely why he's taken it upon himself to do this. In his opinion, out of all the people here, he's probably one of the people better-equipped to handle a job like this, to make sure that this something (or rather, nothing) doesn't grow, spread, and break out, especially after what happened in the British Lostbelt. As for l'appel du vide, those poisonous thoughts creeping up whenever he gets too close to the source, the man thinks that because he's already dealt with those urges before, he won't succumb this time either.
Call it confidence, call it arrogance, but whatever the case may be, he already went through that stretch of his life where not a day went by without him constantly thinking of taking his own life and ascending to the Throne of Heroes, having his predecessors laugh at and mock him for his follies, so Merlin believes he can deal with it the same way he did back then: thinking of that shining star. Having something he can't turn his back on. Having something he needs to see through until the end. Wanting to see beautiful things, and dedicating his body and soul to do so. ]
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So you've seen something like this before...
[ He drags the toe of his shoe along the ground, smearing a faint trail of dirt and blood as equidistant from the edge as he can manage. Three or four meters' distance, give or take; it doesn't need to be exact. If the void grows quickly enough that it will eat away at that distance overnight, they'll definitely be able to tell. If it merely nibbles, the three-ish feet border remaining three-ish feet, that's all the better, isn't it? ]
Can you tell me more about it?
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Most of that information is classified, [ Half-truth. Somewhat complicated, conflicting emotions well up every time he thinks about him being the storyteller for the kingdom that Morgan ruled. ] but I'll try to share what I can. We can discuss it when we're somewhere slightly less dreadful, though.
[ The mage turns around, starting to head off somewhere safer, further away from the void now, but also gives Minato a glance. ]
...And after you tell me what you were doing here in the first place, too.
[ They can't have the boy randomly wander off like this after all that hubbub and effort getting him to safety the other night, can they? ]
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[ Minato slows his pace a little, because. um. How's he to tell Merlin that he'd just been wandering around, passing time by talking to people he sees, making his way to the edge because there's just something about it that intrigues him. ]
I was just... curious, I guess. Fighting demons is something I can do. Something I can do well. But that... [ he tilts his head towards the void, but doesn't turn to look at it. ]
That's something I've never seen before.
[ He was just curious. He can't help that; he's human. ]
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[ It's not as if he knows Minato personally. His facial expression shifts to a softer, more easygoing one, corners of his mouth slightly curled. However... ]
...But others might.
[ The void's warning signs were there long before Minato traversed the distance he did. ]
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You can, if you want.
[ It would be entirely fair and justified. ]
I'd still like to hear what unclassified information you can share. Maybe that'll satisfy some of the curiosity. Instead of going back there myself.
quietly puts LB6 spoiler tag starting here...
You're not letting that slip out of your grasp, I see. Very well. I will say, though... It's not a pleasant story, even as a redacted report.
[ And by redacted, he means highly redacted, and ultra-shortened. The main and only reason he's deigning to share any of this is because, well, they're stuck in what he thinks is a very similar situation, so sharing some of this experience might help with figuring out a way to deal with it, especially since he can't count on other Chaldea staff to do so at the moment. The mage sighs, his laughter and relaxed attitude from before completely dissipating. ]
...I doubt that any story that starts off with an alarm warning of a complete planetary collapse in 24 hours could be one.
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What even happened to...?
[ Or, he supposes if they only had 24 hours, the priority would be to figure out how to move forward to ensure an actual future, rather than spend the time figuring out the hows and whys. Sort of like their situation here, except they don't have an explicit deadline other than what they're limited to by the food supply, or if this void front ends up moving faster than expected. ]
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[ He can't speak of the true cause, not having been there to witness the end. At most, he would have only pored through the unfeeling text described in the reports submitted to the database after the fact. ]
A calamity, simply put. A Great Calamity, to be precise.
[ If Minato is thinking "great calamity implies the existence of not-as-great/lesser calamities too", then he would be entirely correct. That's exactly it. ]
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"Great" is a kinda underwhelming descriptor for complete planetary collapse...
[ It needs a more extreme adjective. I turned to thesaurus.com and today I learned the word "brobdingnagian" but that doesn't quite capture the immensity of the situation either. ]
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Maybe whoever first coined the term wasn't the most creative when it came to names.
[ He shoots Minato a small smile, one that quickly fades back into a more neutral, pensive line across his face. ]
...It rested in the very center of the land. Darkness as far as the eye could see, an enormous bottomless pit of pure, concentrated curses and malice. [ ... ] How much was it, again...? More than 640 million tons of it, I think...
[ He glances back, briefly, at the void behind them. ]
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