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TDM #1

TDM #1: AUGUST
I. ARRIVAL
Upon arrival, characters awaken in one of the main plazas of the town, lying on the paving stones around a central fountain. It is a bright sunny day and very hot, so you'll quickly want to find some shade. A light breeze brings the scent of the sea, but there are no cries of sea birds to be heard.

The buildings of the plaza are all medieval stone construction, but they all have modern awnings and glass fronts. Tables out front display tourist wares: little plastic statuettes, postcards, t-shirts. Among these, it's easy to identify Greek lettering, Greek gods, photos of Athens and Crete. Predominant among the souvenirs are items marked with the name Rhodos.

But there are no vendors selling their wares. Even if characters wander into the shops, they are all empty as if their owners just stepped away for a moment. Lights are on, and some of the larger and nicer shops even have the whirr of air conditioning. Food stands waft the aroma of freshly grilled kebabs, and a gelato cart is cold to the touch and the ice cream inside is frosty and delicious.

The plaza where you arrive is set on a slope, and the direction of the sea breeze and the faint sound of waves against a shore indicates pretty strongly that down-slope is the direction of the sea. But looking down the slope from the main plaza, you can see an open archway in a tall stone wall, and beyond it is nothing but mist. Despite the clear sunny day in the plaza, the mist is a dense fog with barely three feet of visibility. If you enter it, you can see your own arms in front of you, but nothing beyond that. The breeze has gone still and the waves no longer sound so much like waves--the sound is warped through the mist so that it almost sounds like sobbing. After about five minutes of determined walking across what feels like flat ground with no other landmarks, you find yourself back at the archway.

Housing can easily be scavenged. Doors are unlocked and the interiors are clean and welcoming, beds freshly made, as if it is a hotel that's been prepared for you rather than anyone's personal residence. And yet, once you've settled upon a place to live, you start to find little signs that you have lived here all along. The photographs on the wall (which weren't there when you first arrived) depict you and your family and friends, even if you came from a world without photography. Upon arrival, you have only the clothing you are wearing, but within a day the closet begins to fill with familiar outfits from home, and within the first week you may find up to five of your own possessions around your new residence.

Note: Wardrobe is limited to what you can reasonably fit inside a non-walk-in apartment closet, what your character would reasonably wear and possess in canon, or what can be scavenged around town. There are two very small clothing boutiques where you can find most basics and a few cute outfits. For starting possessions two may be weapons or magical items, but you may have an additional three mundane items. All other personal items can only be obtained through regains or events.
II. SOUND AND LIGHT
The first few days in your new home are relatively uneventful. The days are hot and sunny and the nights are warm beneath a dazzling starry sky.

After not quite a week, the noises of a spectacle will lead characters to a small gate in one of the outer walls with steps leading down into the outer moat. The fog surrounding the city walls has drawn back for just this one little area, revealing an open air theater butting up against the castle wall. A path leads away from the theater on either side, but if you walk into the mist on either side you will promptly find yourself walking out of the mist on the opposite side, as if you'd circumnavigated the entire moat in just a few steps. Behind the theater is another high stone wall. Centuries of weathering has added rough footholds and handholds, but it would be a dangerous climb without equipment. Trees grow from the top of the wall, sticking limbs out of the wall of mist and clawing roots into the stones at the top, loosening them so that they're ready to slip at a touch.

The play that is projected onto the wall features shadow puppets, colored lights, and canned soundtrack special effects like the clop of horses hooves or the burst of trumpets. There is no dialogue or narration, so the story can only be roughly pieced together: there is a king and a queen, then a betrayal that leads to the king's murder. Later, the king and the queen appear again, participating in a ritual which seems to involve human sacrifice, a war and a triumphal procession, and then another betrayal and the king is murdered again.

The story repeats three times every night before shutting itself off. The first performance starts at twilight, and each repetition lasts about twenty minutes. Characters who watch it repeatedly will get the sense that it's slightly different each time, but the whole thing is complicated and confusing without any narration or dialogue to provide context, so characters will struggle to pin down how it's different. A slide projector is set up at the top of the amphitheater, with a pair of old speakers on either side of it. If slides are removed from the projector, they show only blank, uncolored plastic. If something is placed in front of the projector light, the scene is projected onto that object. The projector can be turned off, unplugged, or smashed. No matter what is done to it, as soon as no one is actively watching it, it is restored to an undamaged status and resumes playing.

After watching an entire repetition of the performance, some characters may be overcome by a fit of weeping. Tears roll down your cheeks and you can't seem to catch your breath. Despair clutches at your heart, colored by your own personal sorrows, and the weeping can only be stopped by receiving an embrace.

Others may find that the performance inspires them to reminisce. No matter how secretive you might normally be, you find yourself turning to whoever is sitting near you and telling them a story from your past, something that makes you nostalgic or regretful.
III. INTO THE FOG
CONTENT WARNING: Cruelty and violence against (monster) dogs

After the characters have been in Rhodos for about three weeks, a heavy fog rolls into town. Unlike the mist that surrounds the city, the fog smells of smoke. Visibility is reduced to a mere ten or fifteen feet.

The electricity goes out, and shops are no longer replenished. Food may still be scavenged, but the food in shops and restaurants will slowly rot and may run out. Battery operated items will continue to work as long as the batteries still have a charge. Running water inside the houses continues to work, but it is sluggish and smells stale, leaving an unpleasant film on the skin.

While out on the streets of the town, characters will begin to encounter the monster dogs of Rhodos. The sound of a dragging chain precedes them, and then the hazy outline of a dog comes into view. It's walking oddly, however, with a sort of staggering limp, and the sound of the chain is underlaid by a low, feral growl. Furless gray skin peels away in patches to reveal bloody muscle. The heavy iron collar around the neck is studded with long black screws, the ends of which pierce the skin of the neck. Hazy eyes are clouded with decomposition, and yet that doesn't seem to prevent the dog from making its way straight toward you.

The dogs are not very fast, nor very smart. They can be outpaced at a brisk walk, and they will lose track of any character who gets more than twenty feet away or behind a closed door. But they are vicious. If you get within a few feet, they will lunge at you and attempt to bite. If two or three of them manage to corner you in a blind alley, you could be in real trouble.

In addition to the dogs, characters will begin to catch glimpses of Manifestations, both their own or those of others. At first you might just catch a glimpse of them through a break in the fog, but after a day or two they can be spotted standing outside of apartment windows and staring in. In either case, they will not approach or attack characters unless you're foolish enough to get within six feet of them. Then, they will attack, and they will pursue at a fast walk until they lose track of you in the fog.
IV. WAKING UP TO A NIGHTMARE
CONTENT WARNING: Blood imagery

On the 28th, characters are awakened by the sound of their front doors being smashed in. It's your own smashing door that awakens you, but you can hear more distant sounds of destruction from the other apartments nearby.

As you scramble out of your bed, you find that the homey, quilted bedding has been soaked through with blood, and it's sagging in the middle with the outline of a human body. But before you have a chance to properly react to that horror, your Manifestation is coming through your bedroom door — more than one of them, if you were sharing that bed with anyone.

You will have to fight or dodge in order to get out of the room. Your Manifestation is out for your blood. You can do damage to it, creating deep wounds and heavy bruises, causing it to stagger and slow for a moment, but no matter how much damage you do it keeps coming for you. Sooner or later, you will need to run.

When you make it out into the streets, you'll find that the entire world has changed. Heavy darkness fills the city, and no stars are visible in the sky. A few lights glow despite the lack of electricity, but they only provide a sickly, red-tinted light. Streets are slick with something that looks like blood, and the stone walls in many places have been transformed into metal or grate. Through the grate, you can catch glimpses of black metal hooks and gory, dripping meat that looks human in origin.

There is no palatable food or water. Anything you have saved has rotted or changed unnaturally into what looks like rotting flesh or lumps of bile. Liquid has turned into blood or black water. The only mercy is that symptoms of hunger, thirst and fatigue stabilize after 24 hours and don't get any worse. Don't worry, it won't be the dehydration that kills you here.

Your Manifestation pursues you tirelessly, and the monster dogs are faster, smarter, and moving in packs. Your home is no longer safe, and staying on the streets is deadly.
V. THE BONFIRE
CONTENT WARNING: Body horror, immolation

Sooner or later, you find your way to the bonfire in the middle of the fountain square. There is no longer water in the fountain. Instead, the whole thing towers with flame, fueled by a viscous black substance in the basin.

A tall man stands by the fountain, gazing into the flames as if he is supervising. His suit is true black, fathomless black, while his skin is a dark red-black like the newly formed crust upon a lava flow. His eyes are black pools reflecting the flames. He takes no interest in any approaching characters, and will not respond to any questions. The only thing that will draw his attention to you is an attempted attack. If you try it, your blow lands, but he doesn't seem to take any damage. His head turns toward you and he considers you for a moment, as if he finds it intriguing that you would attempt such a thing. Then he returns his attention to the fire.

The dogs and the Manifestations will not pursue you into the circle of light cast by the bonfire. You can find a sort of respite here.

Time passes. It feels like days, though there is no way to mark the passage of time. The Dark Figure continues to supervise the bonfire.

At last, your attention is drawn to a sort of commotion approaching down one of the main streets that feeds into the plaza. You hear a rattling of metal, and a sort of gibbering moan. The bonfire illuminates first upon a pale, faceless figure which seems to writhe as it approaches, hovering above the paving stones. As it grows closer, you see that the figure is lashed to a square metal frame and bound with strips of barbed wire. Veiled figures on either side bear it forward, and the Dark Figure turns to watch it approach.

The figure upon the frame has no face and no mouth with which to make its agonized moans, but it continues nonetheless. It has limbs but no hands or feet, each limb ending in smooth stumps.

If no one interferes, the Handmaidens carry the frame forward and place it upon the fire.

The Handmaidens can be attacked, and hurt. They cry out indignantly at any attack, and recoil. They will not fight back, but they also will not be discouraged from their task by anything less than persistent violence.

If the pale figure on the frame is rescued by the player characters, it flails and gibbers helplessly, continuing to moan. If the pale figure is consigned to the flames, it begins to scream, and continues screaming for several minutes until the flame finally overcomes it.

In either situation, you begin to cough. Blood spills from your mouth, dribbling down your chin and spattering upon your clothing. But then the droplets begin to slither into letters, forming words that spell out your deepest guilt, in the words you yourself would use to describe it. No attempt to wipe the words away or cover them will prevent their legibility. The blood shines through whatever covers it, catching the firelight so that those around you can clearly read the words.

The Dark Figure and his Handmaidens made their exit while you were coughing. You are left alone with the other Tourists around you, your guilt, and whatever remains of the pale figure upon the frame.
SUMMARY
Arrival: August 1
Sound and Light: August 5-20
Into the Fog: August 21-27
Waking Up to a Nightmare: August 28-30
The Bonfire: August 31

Welcome to Rhodos! Going forward, events will take place in two parts. The Normal World part of the event posted on the 5th of each month, and it will be a lighter event both in terms of length and thematic content. TDMs will be bi-monthly and will feature an event element or elements for the Normal World which in-game characters may also play with on their own log posts. The sections on Fog and Nightmare worlds for the TDM will generally be the same every month, allowing players to test drive those elements if they'd like, but not including spoilers for the second part of that month's event. The second part of the event will be posted on the 20th of each month, covering events occurring through both the Fog and Nightmare cycles.

Test drive memes are considered game canon.

This won't always be the case, but for the nerds among you who are enjoying this sometimes-accurate tour of Rhodes, all location images in this TDM and housing are accurate to Rhodes.

Lastly, we are in need of mods! We're most in need of help for processing apps and activity. If we aren't able to get some additional mods, we will have to place a cap on applications, and we're hoping we won't have to do that. If you're interested, please send us a message over on the mod contact page. We've gotten the mod volunteers we needed so we should be all clear to proceed without an applications cap. Thank you to everyone who showed interest!
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[personal profile] orobashi 2022-08-15 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( This man is not fine.

Kokomi can tell that much. In fact, his silence on the matter is even more saddening. For someone who appears as though they were nearly swallowed by the ocean to be hiding how they're feeling is a saddening thing to watch, and her heart aches for him as she watches him struggle to respond. The scare of him nearly appearing to pass out has her stepping a tad bit closer, but her fingers end up remaining close to her own person when he continues just the same, with that lie.

Well... Perhaps calling it a lie is a little unfair. There is some truth to it, after all. He is alive, and there is hope. )


Mm... the mist?

( Why the mist, she has to wonder? Simply because it was a place of interest that she had mentioned? Maybe he's hiding an inquisitive mind like her own, even in the state that he's in. She couldn't possibly leave him to go find it on directions alone. )

I wonder if directions would correctly steer you, considering the nature of that place... I'd be happy to escort you, but are you certain you'd like to do that right now?

( She leans forward ever so slightly, peering at his face more noticeably. She's not going to hide it as much this time— if she has to point out that he looks dead on two legs, she will do it this way. )
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[personal profile] wrists 2022-08-15 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ albel's anger has the opposite effect that perhaps he pictures it will — it calms him, familiar with angry men and their overly ruffled feathers. he listens to the crashing door and heavy footsteps, keeping himself occupied with assessing the bloody state of his jacket. very bloody indeed. slowly, he starts to undo the complicated laces at his wrist, loosening the damp fabric with wet fingertips. ]

You would have seen it by now, wouldn't you? Your fiery phantom.

[ presumably, it's what albel seeks now. laurent does have a measure of sympathy, though he is not inclined to show it. he goes very still at the question, because it was a ghost of his own that drove him from his own lodgings, those prying, monstrous hands trapping him in his bed, vulnerable and exposed like a stupid, stupid child. he'd face the dogs any day.

gingerly, he strips his jacket off, but he's no less undressed for it — his shirt is also tightly laced and high-collared in the aristocratic style, showing barely a hint of skin. but the blood is worse here. still, laurent simply presses the towel to his shoulder and turns, leaning his hip against the counter, his expression casual despite his otherwise butchered appearance.
]

Close the bedroom door. The dogs will see us, and what you seek is not here. [ he speaks calmly, half expecting the man to come at him with his blade again. blood drips from his fingertips to the floor, his blue eyes steady. ] Attend me, and I will go.

[ he turns around and pulls his long hair over his uninjured shoulder, revealing laces that run from the nape of his neck down the line of his spine. complicated veretian clothing does not make it easy to undress when someone maims you. this is what slaves are for, but he politely leaves that part out.

then, because his mind is whirling with the implications of this place:
] Did the fire burn you? While you were in battle with your monster.
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[personal profile] floresco 2022-08-15 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her shoulders sag as she draws a deep breath for the first time in what feels like hours, finally feeling like she's able to once the man who's already hiding in here speaks and makes it clear that he's not a threat. While he crosses the room, her eyes dart to the fearsome-looking weapon he carries, a sight that unconsciously makes her double down on the grip she keeps on her staff, using the slight weight of it to ground herself, even though she feels rattled to the core. ]

I hope it's just the dogs. [ Her voice is soft but strung tight, and though her throat wants to close before her mouth can form the words, she makes herself continue. ] If you start to hear wheels squeaking, we have to run.

[ Just mentioning that sound is enough to make her stomach tighten, and Aerith forces herself to take another deep, slow breath, striving for a sense of steadiness, knowing she needs it now more than ever. As a precaution she turns her head so she's at a better angle to listen through the door, still watching Steve as she does. As much as she doesn't want to hear those wheels, she wants to be caught off-guard by them even less. ]

Is something after you too?
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[personal profile] floresco 2022-08-15 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While trying to get a sense of her surroundings and what it is that's happened to her, Aerith's been living in a state of tension she isn't even aware has been building until the young woman's use of the word 'creepy' to describe her odd discovery pulls an unexpected chuckle out of her. That word has featured heavily in her thoughts leading up to now as she's taken Rhodos in - it's almost refreshing to hear someone else say it, in a morbid way. ]

I can't blame you for feeling that way, it's weird to think about how anyone would know to put those here for you, or anything for any of us.

[ Who's doing this? What else do they know? She's not a stranger to being under surveillance, and while she loathed it at home, here it's different - whatever is watching remains unseen and unidentified, and that makes it so much worse.

Aerith looks over at the pictures once more before returning her gaze to the other girl, trying not to look too hopeful when she speaks.
]

So, um - I don't suppose you'd want to come with me while I look for my room too? Unless you want to rest of course! I'm Aerith, by the way.
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[personal profile] killed 2022-08-15 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
... It seems that way.

[ It is much like a religious proceeding. It's a sacred and solemn procession carried out by the handmaids of some unseen and untold of god. The poor creatures involved and whatever being might guide them are of as much interest to him as the proceeding itself, though it seems to be fairly straightforward. What purpose does it serve? His gaze remains firmly fixed on them, though he himself shows no sign of interrupting.

The sound of the gun being drawn doesn't escape his notice though, and his eyes briefly flick to it. It's not pointed at him, so for now he settles for being aware of how quick the other is to act. It's the practiced motion of a person who's used to such unpleasant affairs. ]


Are you going to try to stop them?
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[personal profile] chaz 2022-08-15 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[he snorts, but it's more ironic than annoyed.]

Not really. But neither does anything else. So maybe you're right.

[vane's eyes drop to the animal.]

You find that cat here, or bring it with you?
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[personal profile] chaz 2022-08-15 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[his head jerks up sharply.

that question would be a joke worth fighting over back in the... real world, but this guy doesn't look like he's joking. maybe he's just got a good poker face. but he's staring at the blood; vane notices blood on the ground near the man's feet has also formed into letters.]


You've never heard the name Edward Teach. [so much disbelief that it's not even a question. just insert the most skeptical expression you can imagine a pirate having.] Blackbeard.
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[personal profile] killed 2022-08-15 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, no... thanks to you, I was able to avoid an serious damage...

[ It's been quite some time since he had a fully organic body, and equally long since he's heard the sound of his heart pounding in his head. It's pure carelessness that led him to this predicament, and now he finds himself with a shower of gore and the disgusting smell of death lingering in the air, along with a woman who seems quite adept with her weapon of choice. It's fortunate that none of those are foreign to him, and so despite his shaky breaths he manages to muster a slight smile.

His pride is wounded, but he doesn't think that to be worth announcing. That line is a little too cliche for his taste, and it's disrespectful to treat the situation so frivolously. He took quite the tumble earlier while he was scurrying away from this and that, but aside from some small cuts he's done well enough. It helps that he's used to slipping out of danger. ]


We should find somewhere to stay. I don't suppose you've been able to locate a proper hospital?

[ He doesn't need it now, but it would certainly be nice to have. The city is big enough that he's still plotting out all of the buildings and landmarks, but it largely seems to be various shops and other odds and ends. ]
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[personal profile] floresco 2022-08-15 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Turning to look at the other person who'd followed the road out of town, Aerith purses her lips into a thin hesitant line, nodding in acknowledgment after he speaks. It's not the wildest suggestion - if anything it's the obvious choice but the longer she stands there staring into the fog as it hovers just beyond the town's entrance without drifting any further, the more she's left wondering about it. ]

Do you want to go out there? What if we can't find our way back?

[ Aerith glances around them, skimming over the area for something that might be useful, but she's got no idea what she's looking for and no reason other than her own apprehension not to try. ]

If you're going, then I'll go with you.

[ The words have a note of determination to them, though she wishes she had a flashlight, or her staff, or anything useful to help see them both through. Oddly, it's not the first time in recent days that she's made up her mind to head into the unknown, but this feels nothing like it did while stepping through that doorway with her friends. This is worse, this doesn't bring a sense of hopefulness with it at all. ]
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sound and light

[personal profile] killed 2022-08-15 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
... Is that so? However did that happen?

[ It's not the sort of thing he should pry about, but then, the person sitting next to him can always decline to answer. It's a point of interest to Hiyori, who works with dolls and other artificial creations. People can become dolls, and people can fall in love with them, and in the end neither can be called wrong. ]
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[personal profile] killed 2022-08-15 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes him a moment, but the mention of fur and the colorful descriptions for a collar are enough to tip him off to who this fair maiden might be. It's the sort of purple way of describing a cat that he himself might employ if he were given the opportunity to do so, and there's a hint of amusement that comes along with that realization. He's always been rather fond of cats. ]

No, I'm afraid I haven't... I couldn't possibly miss such a fair maiden. My sympathies, as I do believe you're going to be in quite a bit of trouble once you find her.

[ Hell hath no fury like a cat who feels their exact needs haven't been met. ]
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[personal profile] twaaang 2022-08-15 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, thanks for letting me in the club.

[At least his body automatically knows how to breathe, but it still takes Larry conscious effort to slow it down. He's doing his best not to think too hard about all the alien sensations, of his chest expanding, of warm air rushing down his throat, of the little buzzing vibrations in his neck when he speaks. He folds in tighter to his legs.]

You're uh. You're catching me on a... a bad day. I don't usually... [exist] ...freak out. Like this. So. Thanks.
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[personal profile] floresco 2022-08-15 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her breathing comes raspily, and she tries not to think about what's in the smoke filling the air above the burning fountain as she tries to fight off another fit of coughing, afraid of the sight of more blood, of what else it'll expose when it spills onto her clothing. ]

No, I don't...I don't know if I'm going to be okay.

[ Aerith wishes there was more strength to her voice but there's little to it beyond the forlorn way it shakes. ]

Can you walk? Do you want to try to leave with me? I need to find somewhere else that isn't, this.

[ Not that she believes they'll have a peaceful time of it, but at that moment, even risking letting that terrible creature in the labcoat she believes is out there get near her sounds more appealing than lingering by this fire while the remains of the sacrifice continue to char. ]
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[personal profile] hasapoint 2022-08-15 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, Need's huge. Between her height, her shoulders and biceps, and her low gravelly voice people take her for a man sometimes. She looks like an old fighter, probably because she is. If anything she was larger in her prime, before age started nibbling her body down. All of this, Need is only abstractly aware of. It hasn't been relevant in a very long time.

She's got a leather apron over dark, worn clothing, clearly chosen to be practical rather than for the aesthetic. The lines and set of her face suggest a strong character, but not one without kindness or humor.]


Such compliments. Exercise improves physical health, whether or not someone's going to be fighting up close.

You seem very set on thinking I'm a necromancer, girl. [She is sort of a lich? Some of this is deflecting, Need always likes to hold information back.] Maybe we should define terms.
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[personal profile] 37stitches 2022-08-15 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jenny's ears flick. Her purr is loud - maybe too loud for an animal her size. Abby holds her close, rubbing her fur. He glances at the other man, wondering. Pieces of him remind Abby of his uncle - the braids, and the height, mostly. But those are superficial. They don't mean all that much. People wear masks. They build themselves up in certain ways. The truth is more complicated. ]

Found her. But - mhmm. She's from home.

[ Abby flicks absently at his bracelets. ]

Her name's Jenny. I made her.
hasapoint: a steady level gaze (I cannot strive nor have I heart for str)

[personal profile] hasapoint 2022-08-15 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[That takes her by surprise. Need's got more than a little paranoia in general. Without being able to read minds or even, in this case, faces, she's not as comfortable with people as usual and isn't certain about what's past the facades they set up. This skinny masked person's defensive sarcasm doesn't faze her but she wasn't expecting him to show things past it.]

Sure. Not the best day in general, I don't think.

[:/ Need is not going to say that she's supposed to be an intangible and highly psychic/magic spirit pinned to an ancient sword and is thrown. Helping someone else feels grounding.]

Try keeping that pose while sitting. Close your eyes if that helps. Looking at you makes my joints hurt.
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[personal profile] somatosensory 2022-08-15 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( it hadn't been a priority, no. for all that the empire's theocratic leanings, it considered itself that kind of forward-thinking society that didn't leave much room for the old ways.

needless to say it's left a few gaps in his education. )


That's a lot to take on faith. ( pressing his luck a little on her goodwill, now. but she's been patient with him so far — which is a strange thing to realize, actually, because in her place he knows he wouldn't be nearly as considerate. )
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[personal profile] chaz 2022-08-15 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[he's never been much for animals. that's pure practicality - when your earliest memories involve fighting for your own life, you don't easily (or willingly) form attachments. cats are useful on boats, though, at least the ones coming up in port towns where the rats give 'em a taste for salt water.

this cat seems keen, but docile, so he figures as long as it doesn't bother him, he won't bother it. hard to tear his eyes away from it, though. or the young man petting her, as if they're part of the same creature.]


You... made her?
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[personal profile] 37stitches 2022-08-15 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Abby nods, eyes down. Focusing on Jenny and the weight of her in his arms. The strength of her heartbeat. It's easier to remember that and not whatever the play flickering on the screen might or might not be dredging. Because it is doing something, pulling power, but he can't feel the shape of it. Can't call his own power for answers or even comfort.

Everything but Jenny's gone. Even his charms are cool to the touch. Nothing but bone and glass, now.

Usually, he'd know better than to say any of this. But there's something odd in the air right now. ]


Mhmm. She wasn't always a cat.

[ Abby smiles faintly. Jenny curls her tail around his wrist. ]

But she's happy now. She likes this shape.
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[personal profile] floresco 2022-08-15 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Swallowing when the woman mentions the other creatures, Aerith gives her a grave nod. The thing that appeared in her doorway was voracious in a way that the dogs weren't when they were on their own, if there were more new things out there in the darkness, there was no telling what else they were up against. ]

I don't feel unsafe, let me help you, hang on.

[ Pressing back against the door helps her feel slightly better, as does the presence of the staff she's kept a tight grip on until now, but as Aerith straightens and turns towards the door she relents her weapon, propping one end of it beneath the door handle before carefully wedging the other side into a notch in the floor. It's risky, if she loses her staff Aerith isn't sure what she'll do if something comes through the door and damages her weapon, or knocks it out of reach, but it'll help slow anything down, and right now that's what matters. ]

That do something for us. Lead the way.

[ Aerith is out of her depth, but this woman is helping her incidentally or not, she wants to return that kindness and do her part to see them both through this - whatever this is. ]
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[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-15 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her brow lifts a moment. ]

Faith? No. I can rage, I suppose. Demand. Throw myself in the fog. I suspect it will not gain any of us much, except exhausting everyone involved and perhaps making a mess to be clean up afterwards.

Or I can accept that some things will be revealed in time when it is appropriate.

[ Like now, as she gestures an arm out over the newly revealed stage. ]
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[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-15 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
And I see my future. We have no reason of madness. This is what power means. Sometimes, to protect many, we must kill our own.

[ One day, she will be mad. It has a certain march that she cannot quite imagine ever stopping. ]

What a thing to show us all.
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[personal profile] twaaang 2022-08-15 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[He snorts. Oh man, that's a really weird sensation. Has anyone ever noticed how weird snorting feels? Man, if only Larry were the sort to tell people he's supposed to be a two-dimensional shadow puppeting around a mass of clothing, he might be able to find people who related. But what are the odds of that, right?]

Far be it from me to add to your discomfort.

[He says that, but continues lying face down for a moment longer as he braces himself. Then he rolls onto his side, still curled up. Then, Larry starts trying to nudge himself upright by pushing against the floor with his elbow. He might be making a bigger fuss of the process than necessary.]

So uh. urf. This uh. This might hrgg sound weird but uh hang on, hup-- [Finally Larry gets himself sitting upright, barely managing to stop himself from toppling right over in the other direction.] Okay. I don't, uh, I don't totally remember how I. Got here? And uh. I dunno. If you know anything about... that.
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[personal profile] midsommaring 2022-08-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
How does killing your own protect... anyone? [She's still trying to wrap her head around what she saw in Sweden. The elders, perhaps she could understand. Perhaps. But not the others. Not what she'd done.]

Do you think it's being shown as a warning? Of what might come?
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[personal profile] seaboard 2022-08-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ How indeed? ]

... Perhaps. Perhaps it warns us to guard ourselves... or perhaps it is just a memory of whatever rules this place.