March Event: De L'autre Côté de L'eau

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MARCH EVENT: DE L'AUTRE CÔTÉ DE L'EAU

Who: Everyone condemned to the Water, and those who see fit to rescue them
What: A rescue is implemented!
When:Predominantly on March 19th
Where: Ai'tuoh, and the small islet just off its coast
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Just Sing For Me All Night

It's time for your captured comrades to be recovered, and by none other than your fine selves! While the Storyteller will detail the elements of said rescue below, they very notably don't say anything about how they plan for you make it through Ai'tuoh, and then to the islet off its coast.

You have their tacit blessing to make your way there however you would like. Through stealth, through diplomacy, by salting and burning the earth...whichever you prefer. It is, as it turns out, awfully difficult to discern the innocent from the perpetrators when they all look alike.

Whatever course of action you choose, bear in mind that there will be consequences. The Storyteller will be sealing off Ai'tuoh's mana pool once everyone who has been retrieved has come through, but that doesn't mean that the island will be gone forever.

And If I Shout For You, Never Doubt

While the details of the rescue's mechanics can be found in the Storyteller's explanation below, we ask that, if your character was captured and needs to be rescued, please let us know HERE. This will make it easier for other players to account for who might be their focus, and why!

A few guidelines for each of the groups:

[ ♆ ] Group One will be predominantly busy fending away militia, who you can assume will be pouring forth to protect the Water from these intruders at a fairly concentrated rate. Most of the fighting will likely be grouped around the Water itself, leading to a risk of being forced into the Water or slipping in yourself. The militia largely fight with spears, swords, and shields, but are not above attempting to sedate you if they can get close enough, to make it easier to tip you into the Water.

[ ♆ ] Group Two will be serving as the tether, meaning they will be holding onto the thread the Storyteller has provided. This means physically remaining on our side of the abyss and holding onto the thread very tightly, as well as mentally focusing incredibly hard on the Water itself. When the thread is deposited into the Water, it will open a dark tunnel into the surface itself, leading all the way through to the other side. The Water will not take kindly to this; it will attempt to close, and exert a tremendous mental pressure upon your mind to do so. In order for this portal to remain open, your focus must be wholly devoted to keeping it open. It may feel very much like a mental game of tug-of-war, and you may very well feel a very physical tug on the thread itself as well; you must be actively concentrating on bringing everyone home.

[ ♆ ] Group Three will then have to grab hold of the thread in some way or another and not let go as they're swept into the dimension and through to the other side. As long as they remain in contact with the thread, they will be able to make their way back and be immune to the soporific effects of the strange void, as well as detect the opening the thread makes in the landscape of the netherworld on the other side of the Water. If they let go, they will lose their way and be vulnerable to the somnolent effects, and must be drawn back by someone who is still tethered.

Just remember: once you've found who needs recovering, you cannot, under any circumstances, look back at them while you guide the home.

You simply have to trust that they will follow, and that will be what leads them back to you.

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] March 19th: Characters are taken to the Standing Water, and the rescue is facilitated
[ ♆ ] March 20th: Monthly Storytelling occurs as usual
[ ♆ ] March 31st: Ai'tuoh disappears, and anyone left on it or in the Water will suffer a death

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Comments

[yourattention]

I'm pretty sure if you only eat coconuts, you'll go crazy and die so have fun with that.

[He's only slightly exaggerating. Connor can't imagine that Gabe does anything but eat coconuts and maybe some of the weird grassroot things. The only reason Connor himself has survived for this long is a lot of half-remembered things from boy scouts.]

[ungrieved]

And mana pools?

[Said in a tone that clearly indicates that he thinks Connor is a moron, which is at least equal opportunity name-calling as far as their relationship goes.]

You know those can feed you just fine, right?

cw: poop

[yourattention]

Yeah, I did the all-liquid diet thing once when my mom decided to toss all the food in the house and replace it with smoothies. [Connor shudders.] Never again. I am never again spending that much time running to the bathroom because my body decides it needs to shit right now and it can't fucking wait because everything it's trying to expel is fucking watery poop soup. If you wanna fucking deal with constant diarrhea, though, be my fucking guest.

[It's possible Connor is, occasionally, kind of a drama queen.]

[ungrieved]

[WOW THAT SOUNDS HORRIFYING]

[But he tries to play it off, because of course he does.]

Oh, c'mon. You get worse side effects taking the kind of drugs my mom does.

[Or doesn't, because he flushed them for her. At her behest, naturally, subconscious or otherwise, but he certainly had his hand in that vein of reasoning. One way or another.]

[yourattention]

I would literally rather eat the coconuts and go crazy than subsist off the mana pool.

[Which he doesn't have to do, thankfully, because his neighbor has a vegetable garden he keeps fucking mooching off of and he has seafood up the wazoo.]

[ungrieved]

Maybe 'cause you're already crazy.

[shut up gabe]

[He turns another corner and hello there. This must be where they throw everyone's belongings once they've nabbed them. And here he was suspecting they might've burned them or something, but it looks like they haven't had the time.]

Jackpot.

[yourattention]

It takes one to know one.

[Really, Connor? Really? That's what you're fucking going with?

Regardless, he follows Gabe and looks at all the bags. Several of them are the same fucking backpack they all arrive with, which means this must be the prisoners' stuff. Which means it probably all fucking belongs to someone and this gremlin child is gonna do something stupid like say "finders keepers."]

I know you're a shitty baby and you have no concept of doing nice things, but if this stuff belongs to somebody you have to give it back.

[ungrieved]

Yeah, yeah.

[He shrugs dismissively, which is kind of like an agreement? If he was listening. Which he most assuredly isn't. He tries to tune out as much irrelevance to his personal agenda as he can.]

[He crouches in front of a couple of them, studying them carefully, before hooking one hand through the straps and shouldering one.]

What if they're already dead, huh? 'S their fault for getting caught.

[yourattention]

You are such a - [Connor pinches the bridge of his nose. It doesn't actually do anything, but it makes him feel better.] One day, someone is going to kick your fucking ass because you're the worst and I'm just gonna laugh about it.

[Unless, apparently, it happens on a boat.]

[ungrieved]

So that's a "yes"?

[That's what he's hearing here. It's a "yes," because people who die aren't worth jack. He'd know. He's been one of them.]

[Actually, you know what, he's decided he doesn't actually need permission here. He just goes ahead and starts grabbing whatever packs are closest and looping the straps around his shoulders.]

[yourattention]

Even if I say it isn't, you don't listen for shit so it doesn't fucking matter now.

[Connor's talking to himself more than Gabe, honestly, as he actually actively sorts through this nonsense and grabs everything with a name on it. He's going to have to give these to Gabe, but he'd rather than them potentially staying here and getting left behind.]

[ungrieved]

I listen, [says Gabe lightly,] when there's something worth listening to.

[Plainly his metric for that, his bar, is so fucking high that no one's worth a second thought, which is about in line with what you'd expect from someone like him. Carrying this much shit is gonna weigh him down, but he's willing to take the risk.]

[At least for now.]

Let's go.