Exploration Event: Neverwere

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EXPLORATION EVENT: NEVERWERE

Who: Everyone!
What: Your wildest dreams come true!
When: May 15th to May 18th
Where: Ziziphus, those still on Ensō...and Mu
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Then Know That My Life Was Just a Killer Dream
You can find most of the information you need in the OOC info post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your dream worlds, as well as detailing your efforts to free one another. Whether they're on Ziziphus or Ensō at the time of the dreams' capture, your character is free to access as many dreams as you like, as the interlocking mental landscape allows for that sort of crossing over apropos of nothing. And time, of course, is very fluid in dreams - many days, months, and years can transpire in a matter of mere minutes.

Will you fight your way free from Ziziphus's vines or Mu's thrall, or are you content to die in your sleep?

Remember to let us know if your character dies during this event!

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] May 15th: The vines make their move, ensnaring characters in ideal fantasy worlds
[ ♆ ] May 17th: The Storyteller will make contact with those they can, as well as issue information and a potential solution
[ ♆ ] May 18th: Those that have not freed themselves from the vines or from Mu will suffer a death

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shouto todoroki | ota

[byhalves]

(OOC: plotting here!)

[Not far from Tokyo is Mustafar Musutafu, which is most known for being the home of UA - the most prolific, high-profile school for kids who hope to be heroes. All of Japan's greatest are UA alums - from Number One Hero, All Might! to Number One Best Jeanist, Best Jeanist!. The campus is as sprawling as you'd expect from a place so famous and well-respected.

There are several gymnasiums, and gym class consists mostly of, well. Training your powers. People without quirks don't get into UA - such a thing is just impossible. Gym is overseen by a scruffy man. He doesn't say much, not to you, but he's constantly reminding Shouto that he needs to push beyond his limits.

Or maybe you're not in gym. UA offers a variety of lessons, including ones that are simulations of hero life. You get to run around recreations of cities, piers, forests, fighting villains, rescuing hostages, or looking for some sort of ridiculous, contrived super weapon or base hidden in the grounds. This is the most exciting class out of every one offered - if only because the living legend teaching it has single-handedly curbed crime in Japan as well as the world. After class, the dorms are the best place to relax, and where most people seem to end up congregating anyways. Shouto will inevitably find himself there, occasionally even managing to complete his homework amidst the chaos of a group of teenagers in one room with little supervision.

Close friends will be invited to the Todoroki home on the weekend. It's not too far from the dorms, and there you can meet the family. There's a woman with the same snowy white hair and grey eyes as Shouto, who seems content to listen to her son talk, but asides from that the house is...quiet. Perhaps too quiet for how big the home is, and how many people you see in the family pictures. But it's comfortable and warm, and isn't that all that matters?

And Shouto, Shouto is...happy. He's not the same as the boy you might recognize - his hair is pure white, and his skin is unblemished. He's the spitting image of his mother, and he's more than willing to go the extra mile to help classmates, friends, or even a stranger. Patrols are an inevitability of hero life, after all, and just being an intern with a provisional license doesn't mean he's immune.]

[postictal]

[You don't have to look at Tim for very long to figure what his quirk is. He's taxed himself in too many ways over a period of too many years to know the specifics of the burn scarring that chases up both arms, runs along the underside of his jaw and disappears beneath the collar of his shirt. That's one of the things he's best at: pushing himself to his absolute limit, and then a little bit past that.]

[A walking cautionary billboard. Ice and fire are generally considered opposites, but really, there's not enough accounting for their similarities.]

[Maybe that's how he ends up with the kid under his wing. You could take the metaphor further, if you wanted: turn it into an extended analogy about phoenixes being reborn stronger from the ashes of their past mistakes. Tim's not the literary sort. He's also pretty obviously not from Japan, but why would a thing like that stand out? It's always been this way, hasn't it?]

[He watches the kid work the gymnasium from a distance. He gets the usual spiel from the guy running it, which might be more effective if there weren't a very present advertisement for the dangers of pushing beyond your limit watching from a very prominent point.]

[Still, he doesn't interrupt. He won't until Shouto's ready to talk.]

[byhalves]

[The training is exhausting, but it's supposed to be. You have to know how far you can push it and figure out how to go beyond that.

Still, he has limits, and there's only so far he can push himself before his limbs start to tremble, before his fingers start to turn blue and the frost that climbs over his skin becomes dangerous. It's good, then, that Tim is there.

(His fingertips are only a little blue as he pulls back, giving a nod to the sharp-toothed boy who's been chipping away at the ice left behind.)]

Are we going on patrols today?

[He rubs his hands together, trying to get the feeling back. He's not strong enough yet, but it's getting easier. That's good, isn't it?]

[postictal]

[A snap of his fingers conjures a tongue of red-orange flame bobbing an inch or so above his thumb, which he holds out to help the kid thaw.]

If you’re feeling up to it, [he says with a pointed look at the acutely chilly-looking fingertips Shouto’s boasting just now.] You can pace yourself, you know. Take some R&R if you really need it.

[byhalves]

It's not that bad. [But he's quick to hold his hands over the flames, incredibly grateful.] And it's not like I'll be able to take breaks once I'm on my own.

[It's a job, an important one, and being a pro hero is all about that sacrifice. Otherwise it wouldn't so hard to get to the top, right? You never hear about chart-topping pros who go on vacations.]

[postictal]

You make time for yourself.[It's not impossible. Time management simply isn't something they teach you. It's more or less an acquired skill you learn to pick up as you go. But hell if Tim's gonna make anyone figure it out on their own the way he did.]

It's just about managing yourself so you don't end up burning yourself out. Or... [One corner of his mouth twists upwards into a vaguely self-effacing smirk.] ...y'know. The opposite.

[Pardon the pun. Of course.]

what's this regular biology class bullshit

[onegreeneye]

[The class Ginko teaches isn't exactly the most exciting in the school. It would be hard, after all, for biology to measure up to some of the other classes aspiring heroes are put through on a daily basis. But he does his best all the same, because this is still important stuff for them to know, dammit.

It's probably evident to most people who pay close attention that Ginko really does care deeply about what he teaches. He paces around the front of the room as he talks, pausing every so often to write up terms or sketch diagrams (readable, but usually not very refined) on the board, and the assortment of potted plants he keeps around the room seem to perk up a little as he passes close by them.]

So, remember - you've got a quiz on ecosystems Wedneday, and I highly recommend setting some time aside to study for that. If you need extra help, I'll be here from one to three each day over the weekend, got it? [He glances at the clock, pressing his lips together.] We've got about two minutes before I'm obligated to let you guys go, so if you've got any questions before then, now is a good time for them.