January Event: Rejection Rooms

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JANUARY EVENT: REJECTION ROOMS

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Rejecting your Light comes with dire consequences
When: January 25th - 28th
Where: All over Monsun
Warnings: Violence and possible character death; please note any specific content warnings if they come up!

You're Ruled by the Things You Feel

This log is primarily for the Rejection Room portion of the event, for ease and convenience. To quote our event post:

Characters intent on rejecting their Light will find themselves irrevocably drawn to Monsun's shores. They might not even be aware of it - driven by their rage, their paranoia, their fear, or all of the above, and more. Monsun, for its part, is happy to receive them. Its landscape has become so warped over time...and those parts of Monsun consumed by shadow will start to distort, molding into structures that such characters are only too happy to hide within: Rejection Rooms.

Those who challenge the Rejection Rooms need not worry about death for themselves - damage taken within the rooms will simply translate to exhaustion outside of it, with seemingly mortal wounds leading to expulsion from the room itself, and an inability to re-enter.

The same holds true for the boss of each Room. Failure to beat them into expulsion means that the Room will continue to feed from their wildly catastrophizing mind, until there's nothing left to save at all.

So, simply top-level below with your character if they've signed up for a Rejection Room and prepare for whoever wants to gamble a confrontation. We recommend linking to the comment that details your character's Room, for the benefit of others. Remember to communicate; if your character is still trapped in their Room by the event's end, they will suffer a character death, though characters who merely try and fail to free them will not.

If your Rejection Room opt-in comment did not receive any response or additional discussion from the mod team, consider your Room and moveset approved; we want to allow for retroactive edits to your comments and plans, if those become necessary!

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Some useful links, for reference:

[ ♆ ] OOC Event Post
[ ♆ ] Rejection Room Sign-Ups, for information on what Rejection Rooms look like
[ ♆ ] Deaths Page; death penalties have been reduced for the duration of this event, but remember to let us know if your character is still stuck in their Room by the event's end!

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] January 20th: The monthly Storytelling occurs.
[ ♆ ] January 21st: Shadows of both initial variants appear.
[ ♆ ] January 23rd: Shadows of both initial variants disappear.
[ ♆ ] January 25th Lights and Rejection Rooms appear.
[ ♆ ] January 28th: Lights and Rejection Rooms dissipate. Those still trapped in their Rejection Rooms by the event's end will suffer a character death.

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Comments

[lesbeau]

[Beau flexes her hands, feels the sand underneath before pushing herself into a sitting position. Everything feels like hell, but when she was pretty sure she was going to die, any movement at all is a victory.]

I'm breathing. Hell of a move you pulled off back there.

[It all had seemed so real. At first it was just outrunning this nice version of herself trying to infect all her friends, then it was thinking about why she should even be around when they had that Beau to keep them busy. She thinks she was trying to go to the Monkey Compound, hide out for a bit, but ended up at the mana pool...

It's too blurry, between fatigue and whatever magic overtook her. She looks around, trying to find any sign of the library and coming up empty.]

So... you knew it was fake, huh. Don't I feel like a moron.

[hyperlit]

[Their hand only briefly runs down along their front, but they are unhurt, save for the hurt they always carry in the center of them. It is not the first time, after all, that they have died in service to a greater purpose. Not the first time that they have embarked on a self-sacrificial mission. Not the first time they have died at all.]

[I'm breathing is the closest thing to I'm fine that one could ask for. She is, mercifully, unhurt. Their maneuver did not prove lasting outside of the context of the room, built from shadows and murk and compiled into something they did not recognize.]

you were not you

[She was not in her right mind, that is, but that's the closest they can come to saying it.]

[lesbeau]

[She looks at their words, pulling them apart in her brain. Not her, huh? She finds that hard to believe. If her Shadow was the person reveling in the kill, enjoying taking apart the world, and even her Light didn't disparage a spar--

Maybe it's just in her blood. Maybe being chained like a rabid animal and let loose on whoever dares get too close is just her birthright. Look where it's gotten her so far.]

Yeah, sure.

[That's just not a conversation she can have with herself. She rolls to the side, pushing herself up on her knees and then her feet.]

I guess I owe you one, huh? Call it if you need it.

[hyperlit]

[They can't call it paying it forward, because they don't know the terminology, but that's the general gist. They cannot change the fact that they are dying, approaching an end that will someday come. They can only do all in their power to ensure that when they do pass on for good, they leave the world, and all that it entails, better than when they found it.]

[Kindness is a finer weapon than any blade, but harder by far to wash clean.]

[They don't feel the need to push any points with her. They'd be the wrong one to, in any case. But they watch her get to her feet, and...she's alive.]

[That's what matters.]

owe nothing

[The hypocrisy of this sentiment strikes them, but they ignore it. The important thing is that they are pouring this out forward, and not doing it with the intention of exchange or reward.]

[lesbeau]

[You can only pay so much forward until you either run out or someone gifts you more, Drifter. Let her lend it when it matters.

Or when it doesn't. Whatever.]

Gonna give it to you anyway.

[It's just that simple, a blank little response that says she cannot and will not accept criticism.]

C'mon, let's get the hell off this terrible fucking island.

[hyperlit]

[They're not one to protest something like that. They can recognize the gravity of that oath, and the sincerity of what it entails, and they can respect it. The Drifter only nods, once, and looks out across the sweeping expanse of island, the blots of it polluted by disparate fringes of shadow.]

[They will have to pass through the forest to get back. But they think that they can do so quickly.]

ok