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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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The reply gives her pause, cupping a hand to her chin. If none of them have the currency, how do they buy hotdogs? The question springs to mind, and she debates briefly how to broach the subject. ]
Three people... Alright.
[ They can find three people. The Princess is tenacious, Minato raps. But there is one small logistical matter— ]
Do you take the same currency as the machine, or something else? Excuse our ignorance on the matter, we're new.
[ She's observed already that sometimes, such admissions smooth interactions. ]
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Bring it anything valuable or interesting and Jack Frost will appraise whether it is worthy of a hotdog. It once again expresses interest in their gemstones, but it'll also be interested in "something from hee-human culture, ho!" ]
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[ She may be deadpan, but she can be polite. With their marching orders set, the Princess turns back to Minato. ]
So we'll need enough for five, including us. Let's see what we can find.
[ Something of value shouldn't be beyond them. The stones being named specifically makes her wary of sharing them, so she mentally takes that possibility off the board. ]
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Maybe if we break this into five pieces...
[ Jack Frost has never seen Minato's gemstone. Surely it won't be able to tell. ]
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[ She'd slotted her own odd rock rather awkwardly into the large, round link connecting her shackle to the chain that dangles from it, held in place by wire. ]
The fact that he'd suggest it as something valuable means we shouldn't.
[ If a demon places high value on it, and demons hunger for their flesh and blood, these stones must be precious in their own right. Maybe they're even tied to them somehow, considering the sorts of things demons tend to want, but that much is only conjecture on her part. ]
...How did he know you have one, anyway?
[ Do they all have them? ]
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[ It's like mugging people for their wallets and hoping they carry cash and not just cards. Still, it's weirdly specific, and what's more concerning is that the demon's assumption is correct.
He puts his stone away. ]
"Human culture" then. That's stuff like art and music. [ looks down at his music player. can't exactly give that away, considering it's his COMP. also it'd break his heart. ]
Maybe I can sing [ rap ] to him. [ Jack Frost would kill him instantly. ]
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It sounds like he wants something tangible. Do you think there's something like that makes music somewhere other than the concert hall?
[ If music is human culture, something that could give Jack Frost music could work, provided they can find it. ]
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The school might have a music club. There'd be instruments in there, if they do. Otherwise, we could make a drum.
[ Which is the only instrument he knows how to make with any confidence, because all a drum requires is something solid to whack. ]
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[ She is very pointedly not looking at the item in Minato's hand. He spoke to Ala with it before and it's clearly important to him, so it's not an option.
Worry not, fellow deadpanner. ]
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You can make music with whatever. Anytime, anywhere, with anything... Even if it's just you by yourself. That's the beauty of it.
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[ If only my girl knew what a music box was. ]
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[ If it's something like an mp3 player, it'd be their luck if the battery were dead after all this time- he decidedly does not think about how much longer his own music player will last, maybe the AIs are keeping it going somehow, he won't ask. ]
No use guessing when we can just check, so...
[ He'll head towards one of the houses that's already been broken into via and open window or kicked down door, since it means somebody's probably already gone inside and dealt with the demons there. ]
They tend to be pretty small. Don't always look like mine... I think usually they're more like a phone. A flat rectangle.
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[ The Princess echoes the words as they enter the house. Her eyes dart around for signs of anything that might spring out at them, but their surroundings are still and quiet, save the gentle breeze filtering through the broken windows.
Once convinced it's safe enough, she isn't shy about beginning the search. While she pulls at desk drawers, something comes to mind. ]
What was that you sang before?
[ It's impossible to not be curious. ]
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It's called "Joy." Here-
[ He turns his music player back on, so they can listen to the P3 OST while they work. ]
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The Princess listens as she works, depositing whatever flat rectangular objects she finds on a nearby desk. Eventually, she comes across a box with a crank on the side and turns it about between her pallid hands with a thoughtful frown. ]
Would you consider this flat?
[ She turns to present the box to Minato for inspection. The top is flat and it isn't very tall. Does it count? ]
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[ The top is flat, so it's flat enough. It's a curious thing, otherwise: Minato takes it in his hands and tapping his music player to pause before turning the crank. From within the box comes a tinkling melody, reminiscent of the Lullaby from the concert hall that Minato only ever heard two seconds of before his knees buckled and he fell asleep. It's kind of cute. He's never played with a music box bef—
it's not a music box.
It's a jack-in-a-box, the lid of which bursts outwards with a sudden whoosh of grey smoke that passes by both their faces. they feel something tap the tips of their noses and deliver a static shock that lightly zaps them like shuffling socks on carpet.
"Hehehehe... he...?"
It's a Bogle. Minato and the Princess are literally the worst two people to try to surprise a reaction out of, it learns that very quickly. ]
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Maybe Jack would find it amusing though? Who knows. ]
...Was that supposed to be funny?
[ Is she asking Minato or the Bogie? Yes. ]
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[ It was supposed to be funny, probably, but there's also that distinct feeling where you get the joke too late and too much time has passed now that laughing would only make things more awkward.
"It was supposed to be funny!" the demon insists this anyways. "Why aren't you two laughing? What's wrong with you?!"
This is so awkward. ]
Uh. [ the demon looks at Minato like what? ] We're looking for flat rectangles. [ "WHAT??" ]
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[ Minato stated the mission clearly, no notes. The house is quiet enough that surely the Bogie didn't fail to hear what he'd said, and the Princess doesn't see what's confusing about it. ]
What part was supposed to be funny?
[ She does, in fact, have a sense of humor. It just happens to be the dry, deadpan variety. So once again these two menace an unsuspecting demon. ]
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The demon does make a face at their supposed mission, however, like there's some sort of joke here that it's not getting- and that just won't do, as a self-described master prankster.
"Looks like I got no choice. My name's Bogle; I'll help you kids out." ]
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[ She shrugs, a small rise and fall of her shoulders. More eyes looking can only help their cause, presumably, and a demon not trying to attack them isn't something to complain about. Not that she's lowering her guard. ]
We were trying to find something that plays music, but not like this.
[ She taps the lid of the toy, not knowing what it is, yet convinced it isn't sufficient to their musical needs. ]
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It's a radio. ]
Can't turn on without power, though. Maybe Nao can—
[ "And it's not flat! But ol' Bogle can fix that up in a jiffy!" Bogle swipes the radio from Minato's hand and smashes it flat in between its palms. You're welcome. ]
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