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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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...I can't like things. [Alice's eyes narrow.] Hobbies, having fun, having friends... none of that is for people like me.
There's a classic, Old Earth movie, I forget the name. It has a quote that goes something like this: "Don't commit to anything that you can't walk out on in 20 seconds or less if you need to."
I need to stay on the move. That's that.
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[ That's it. That's the question. ]
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[For a moment, that gives Alice pause. But only for a moment.]
I also don't remember where I learned to fight like a professional or to stare a demon in the eye without flinching, but without those lessons, I'd be dead. Same for my personal policy. It doesn't matter, [the bitterness in Alice's tone indicates otherwise,] when I learned it if it keeps me alive.
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[ Nao pops out of the bathroom with her recovered teepee and what looks an awful lot like the soap dispenser's baggy thing. Hers now, her soap! ]
What's the point of all that if you don't have a cool soundtrack to play while you're doing cool stuff? Ya got some kind of edgy teacher that was all, [ and she changes her voice ] "This is the path. You must walk it alone without having any fun ever or you will dishonor me, my family, and my cow"?
[ Voice change. ]
Did I get the voice right? Was it edgy enough?
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So defenseless, in fact, that a giggle half-escapes from her mouth at Nao's impression before Alice realizes (too late) what's happening and literally bites her tongue in a vain effort to stop it.]
Sh- Shut up! I'm not the edgelord here! You want an edgelord, go talk to Akechi. I'm just being sensible!
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A sensible edgelord. Do you hear yourself right now? Try again!
[ Seriously, try again. Nao is waiting. There's quite a few ways this can be spun to the rockstar's advantage, but Nao is getting the sense she might be too flustered to do that if the giggle, stutter, and increased protests are any indication. ]
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[The emotion that roars out with her words surprises even Alice, and for an instant, she contemplates just running away from such an embarrassing display. But that would mean backing down, which would mean admitting that Nao won, which is unacceptable.
Time to double down, then. Alice takes a moment to collect herself, applying a fresh coat of ice around her heart after Nao had come dangerously close to melting it.]
That compound was killing me. What the family became after Eva- Mom- died would've literally killed me. I'd rather live than die a martyr for Silvia's nutjob terrorist groupies, thanks. [She's lost count of the times that Silvia's tried to recruit her during those years on the run. Most of the time, she was "nice" about it. Sometimes, she was forceful.]
I may not know how I learned to cut the emotion out of every "good" memory of the Jungharts, but if I hadn't, I'd still be the kind, handsome young lad of the family, good ol' "Arkos" following everyone else like a baby duckling because he's willing to be a doormat to make sure they all get along. [Her voice drips with venom.] There was no room for "Alice" there.
I'm grateful for whatever drained the saccharine nostalgia from those days. If I held any fondness for those freaks, I would never have gotten the chance to be me.
...same goes for everything else. I can't like things, because that isn't who I am. Period.
[Beat.] If you tell anyone I said any of that, I will actually kill you. [Another beat.] Not actually since we all need to, ugh, "cooperate," [she actually scare-quotes that with her hands,] to survive here, but I'll figure out something worse. Are we clear?
And just so you know, the only reason why I said all that to a random dork like you was to win this argument. You're nothing to me.
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Seriously, that's a lot of vulnerability to win an argument if that's what the rockstar thinks she just did. Nao could very easily turn that blade back on her and give it a twist, but these people are no good to her if they're too broken to pursue the goals of survival and escape. She probably wouldn't get to touch her fluffy hair if she did that either, so she waggles her baggy of hand sanitizer at her instead, cutting her own thoughts from attempting to take the train to how-this-relates-to-my-life-ville. ]
Okay, Rockstar! I've got a train to raid, so congratulations on your peerless victory!
[ Those faces were pretty great, though. She's not gonna forget that. ]