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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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Oh! Ah. Yes, of course. Thanks. [ Again. ]
[ Dimitri takes them and thinks a moment, glancing from the Princess to the towels, then back again. ]
If you're willing to share the umbrella perhaps I should go change into something dry. If you don't mind my doing so.
[ He'd hate to waste the towels trying to dry his soaked clothes. ]
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[ It's a genuine question, her head tipped like a curious cat. What difference would a few minutes make when they have plenty of daylight remaining? Besides, it would be easier to move covertly if neither of them are damp.
So she reasons, at least. She hadn't actually attempted to sneak around while wet before. ]
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[ But judging by the look on her face, which can be pretty inscrutable, he thinks he doesn't actually mind. ]
I'll take these and go get changed.
[ Dimitri hustles off so as to not leave her waiting too much more. ]
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[ With the matter decided, the Princess returns to her mound of supplies to collect her bag and umbrella. Well, hers in the sense that they're hers now, anyway. Given the lack of locals, surely no one minds.
Armed with the provisions necessary for their mission, she takes a seat at the edge of one of the pews. Little does Dimitri suspect that she could wait an incredibly long time and not lose her patience. ]
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Dimitri also sneaks past a distracted Nao as he makes his way back to the Princess. ]
You look ready to go.
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[ More than others, it seems, seeing as she doesn't need to sleep. It isn't something she calls attention to, what with the simple observation that she's an outlier in this regard. Even so, it means she has ample time.
It's rather quiet when most others have dozed off. ]
Shall we go then?
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Yes, I'm ready now, thank you.
[ He'll walk with her to the doors of the church before asking. ]
So, how do we want to go about this...?
[ Does he mean the umbrella? Or the overall strategy? Both? Neither? ]
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Rather, it doesn't occur to her to ask him to hold the umbrella instead. She's still accustomed to relying on herself by default, after all. ]
Do you think your Raiju could distract the guards?
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Allow me.
[ He reaches to gently take hold of the umbrella and if she allows it he'll hold it over the both of them. Dimitri makes sure to adjust to her nearness and to better cover them both, as well as making certain not to accidently bump into her. ]
I believe Raiju could manage that. He's fast... He might be able to bait them away.
[ And out they go, once more into the blood rain. ]
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She keeps pace beside him, having traded her dress for clothing easier to move around in, and keeps her eyes on the path ahead. ]
If he can, I made something the other pixies like, which should make it easier to deal with them once we're inside.
[ It's best, she knows, that she communicate their resources in advance. Otherwise, it could lead to complications and missteps, like the effort to rescue Minato. ]
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Walking this close does make him a little glad he doesn't have his armor on, although it's about the only thing here that makes him glad for that. ]
Oh? What did you prepare?
[ Honestly, he has no idea. He can't imagine the same bargaining tactic could work for both Oozes and Pixies... They seemed like vastly different types of demonic beasts. ]
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[ Then it was an epic battle to get the Pixie to accept Minato rather than her, which was an unanticipated setback. It worked out in the end though. And now she knows Minato can sing.
His rap set her baseline for what singing is, oops. ]
It seems demons can never get enough blood. This way, we don't have to cut ourselves to have something to bargain with.
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Oh! I see... The Oozes within the, ah, 'Power Plant" also love to gorge themselves on blood. It didn't take a whole lot and it was rather reminiscent of feeding birds.
[ Dimitri is very careful with his footing as they go. He is still feeling rather off from the incident within the school with Nao. He'll have to be extra careful, he doesn't want to jeopardize the Princess in anyway... ]
Hopefully they prefer our blood over this foul weather.
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[ On the one hand, this makes them predictable. On the other, it means they're surrounded by predators that prey on them specifically. They have no choice but to soldier on though.
She turns her attention to her bag, rifling through it and fishing out a bag tied shut with twine. ]
Here, so we both have some onhand.
[ Punctuated with offering him the bag. ]
cw: self-harm mention? Not in traditional sense- related to demon feeding
[ He's seen demonic beasts that will tear through a village not caring one whit for blood or negotiation.
But Princess has already dealt with this variety, so it was decently safe to assume they'd be fine with this Blooderscotch tribute. Dimitri accepts the bag gratefully either way. ]
But, thank you. Perhaps I should prepare something like this to carry on me too. It couldn't hurt.
[ Well, if you ignore the fact that you're cutting yourself and bleeding on food. ]
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[ All of which have so far proven eager to prey on them. If Dimitri knows of other demons, perhaps those are different, but at least they have a method for dealing with these ones. Hopefully it remains effective.
If it does, then they can deal with the local demons without too much fuss. Hopefully. ]
Having it prepared in advance saves time.
[ Not to mention, spares them some trouble. ]
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[ Although it also means she is inexperienced. Hopefully she not overwhelmed by all this... ]
The preparation also means the Demons can't become greedy and... try to drink from the spout, as it were.
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[ She thinks it safer if the source is indirect. At least the Pixie that approached her and Minato was entirely satisfied with the candy and the promise of more, rather than trying to prey on them. ]
There seems to be an element of opportunism, at least with the ones we're going to meet.
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[ Dimitri leads them both around a large puddle of blood. The Oozes had genuinely been like baby birds, all ‘feed me, feed me’ and completely willing to answer every question. ]
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They were very judgemental toward Minato.
[ Is that a hint of a frown? Yes, yes it is. The poor guy just wanted to meet a Pixie, and while he did, she certainly roasted him. Also zapped him. ]
As for the rest, I have an idea now of what does and doesn't impress them. They find strength appealing, but not singing, for example. They're impulsive, too.
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Judgmental...?
[ He supposes Minato doesn't look particularly well fleshed out in the muscles department, but was that something to judge him on? ]
I imagine there standards for singing must be pretty high for them to have taken residency within the Concert Hall, not to mention the song that put anyone near it to sleep.
[ Hopefully they were able to get in and get out without being found out. Who knows if they are able to sing like that on command- hopefully it takes some sort of prep so they can block their ears and get out of there if they need to. ]
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[ It's not really relevant to their goals though, so she sets the matter aside. ]
If we can get inside, the candy should work as a bargaining chip. From there...how large is a piano?
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How large? [ He parrots, considering now for the first time since they'd decided to acquire one just how large they are. And himself... without his strength. ] Oh... well... [ He frowns. ] It can vary... but typically a piano is fairly large.
[ He's trying to come up with a size comparison, which is more difficult than it ought to be. Dimitri gives up on the idea. ]
They can be anywhere between four and five feet tall, and about... [ He winces. ] oh, five to ten feet in width...? [ He cringes. ] And can weigh... a considerable amount... somewhere between five hundred to... double that...
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[ She says this with a perfect, placid calm. There's an undercurrent of contemplation there, if one listens for such things, as though she's turning a puzzle about in her mind. The piano had sounded important in a very personal way, and if it gives someone comfort, it's a fair use of her time. It might also spare them from the lullaby in the future, or such is the hope.
While she can overpower someone larger than her, while her strength exceeds her dainty stature, she questions whether she'd have the leverage to heft something quite so substantial. But that's a bridge they can cross when they get to it, seeing as they first must get access to the piano to begin with. ]
Maybe we can get it onto something with wheels, when the time comes.
[ Not if, but when. It's a goal, after all. Surely she and Dimitri are perfectly capable. ]
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Indeed. If we are able to locate one at all.
[ This simple task is shaping us to be a bit more difficult than he originally thought it to be. But this is why the mission is one of reconnaissance. Finding out if a piano existed at all, stealthily, hopefully without alerting the demonic denizens.
At least the downpour is starting to become less like blood and more like actual rain. And they were drawing near the concert hall. ]
Let's see how close we can get before we try leading the guard away...
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