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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.
Ruka Minazuki | Fatal Frame 4
[There's a chill outside, the kind that comes when Summer is just starting to give way to Fall. It's also dark, the dead of night and the moon rises, full and bright above you.
You glance up at the moon and stutter in your steps. It's bright, and beautiful. Like hypnosis you stare, unable to tear your gaze away before at length you shudder and step forward, forcing your eyes away. A part of you longs to get closer, to climb high as you can go, to jump toward it, anything to get closer.
You take a breath and grip tighter to the antique camera in your hands, the pain drawing you back to the present as you wander into the courtyard of the ancient, Japanese-style house. It's empty. It's quiet. There's no animals, no cicadas screams. Nothing but the sound of wind and the distant sound of crashing waves. It's unnaturally still.
Then, voices. In a rush there's chatter and the flicker of torches, some men in robes stand outside the door, laughing brightly. 'Let us in, Yomotsuki-san! It's the night of the festival, let us drink and celebrate before the ritual!'
You feel-- odd. The man whose face seems distorted and twisted, covered in shadow, laughs and steps aside to let them in. He speaks, but the voice is muffled. All you know is that it makes you uneasy. Trying to look at him makes you feel ill and before the men finish crossing the threshold of the doorway they disappear. The air goes silent and still, no light except for you flashlight sweeping across the land. No men. Just phantoms clinging to the memory of this place.
You move on, your flashlight catching on pieces of paper dropped there long ago. Picking it up, you wince as you read the words.
She is coming
Everyone who saw her blossomed
that woman
tha t w o man
t hat wom an
t h at w o ma n
t ha t woman
that woman
We came down here to get away from her
but she's coming her face
face
face
can't see face
can't see face
can't see face
can't see face
can't see face
can't see face
The paper crumples a little in your hand and you straighten, tucking it away in your bag. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." You have to find out more and this place... You cast your flashlight around. A name plaque on the door. Yomotsuki, and Minazuka. Your own last name.
"Oh...Was this my home?" You try to think, but you can't remember exactly. There's flashes of something--piano music, a mother's hug.
Another piece of paper then, and of course you scoop it up to add to the pile in your bag, trying to make sense of everything through scraps of memory. It's all because of that damned mask.
That mask isn't a thing of this world. It belongs to another place...
What kind of disaster has that mask brought to this island?
It has brought about the Day of Tranquility.
Everyone lives yet becomes as the dead.
You absolutely must not look upon that face.
You know about this much, at least. The mask, the Vessel, the Day of Tranquility. But in order to find real answers as to who you are, you have to go inside the house. Your house.
You feel...reluctant. You don't know why, but it's like the more you want to know, the less you do.
There's a ghostly wail that rises up from the dead (no pun intended) silence around you. Moans of the dead and the dying, crying out for help, release, salvation. The hair raises on the back of your neck and you hurry through the door, deciding that whatever you face in there is, at least, less deadly than what you'll find out here.]
[ Not here ]
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