August Aftermath: Make Me Okay

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AUGUST AFTERMATH: MAKE ME OKAY

Who: Everyone!
What: After the harrowing events of mid-month, it's time to process what you've been through
When: August 24th and onward
Where: Ensō and/or Nastrandir
Warnings: Discussions of violence, injury, forcibly altered mindsets via magical influence, and character deaths. Other than that, tag as you go!

Nastrandir: Can I Fight When I Don't Know How
The morning of August 24th, the day after a Storytelling that was notably later than usual, you will wake to the restoration of your average selves, barring any extenuating circumstances due to recent deaths. The dead will rise again on Ensō, at the Storyteller's Temple, while everyone else will simply wake where they last laid themselves to rest. There's nothing left to do but, perhaps, try to come to terms with all that's just happened.

You've probably witnessed some terrible things, over the past few days. There's a very good chance that you were the one doing the terrible things. Whether you were responsible for the slaughter of a fellow adventurer, watched the fray from the distance, or suffered the spontaneous combustion that seized everyone who hadn't managed to shake away their false memories in time, it's at least all over now. Or...mostly. Any stray sirens that haven't been smashed by the event's end are still shrilling away, though their dangerous effects seem to have been rendered inert without the aid of the broken merotome spilling its memories into everyone else's heads. Likewise, a handful of automatons still wander the island of Nastrandir. Those that have not succumbed to mud and rust and irreparable damage are still capable of firing upon hostiles. Anyone who may have fought by their side before will discover that they're now far less friendly, and will treat former members of the Red Team just the same as they would with any other intruder: with deadly fire.

So you can pick yourselves up off the ground and clean up what remains, or you can say to yourselves: Fuck That, and instead head back to Ensō. Or you could elect to keep exploring Nastrandir, if you're truly a glutton for punishment.

Ensō: Am I Bleeding From the Neck Down
On Ensō and its accompanying islets, it's begun to rain.

It's not a genuine downpour, but more of a gentle, melancholy drizzle. The rain is cool and likely refreshing, particularly if one is just coming away from the humidity of Nastrandir.

Potentially as a form of apology, anyone who goes digging through their belongings will discover that one of the following has ended up in their packs:

[ ♆ ] If you were a member of the Red Team, you will discover that you now own a rather awkwardly-shaped object, about three feet in length. A set of written instructions will inform you that this is known as a redsword, and that, upon placed upon any wet area or body of water, will drain and dry it out over the course of five minutes. This item is single-use, and only works for a ten-foot radius.

[ ♆ ] If you were a member of the Blue Team, you will discover that you now own some very fetching footwear. A set of written instructions will inform you that these are called skip-skops, and can be used to walk on water or wet land without sinking or getting wet. Standard limitations when crossing between islands or attempting to go beyond LifeAftr's limits will still apply. This item is single-use, and will dissolve after one hour total.

[ ♆ ] If you were Neutral, you will discover that you now own, er, this. A set of written instructions will inform you that this object is called a furball, and that it works as a sort of miniature, diminished version of the sirens you spent all that time destroying on Nastrandir. Once planted, it will rapidly grow into a tall, screaming tree full of lorby-like creatures that automatically causes all natural animals in the vicinity to become aggressive for one hour, maximum. This item is single-use.

It's not much, but it might make some of the hell that you suffered through over the past few days worth it! Almost, anyway. In the meantime...relax, lick your wounds, and try and forgive yourselves for what's happened. Please remember to let us know if your character perished in this event! Remember also that death penalties will be reduced following this event; characters will only need to contend with them for a week, and participation in Non-Compulsory AC will not be necessary in removing them.

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If you're interested, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC Event Info and Plotting Post
[ ♆ ] Nastrandir's Intro
[ ♆ ] Nastrandir's Locations Page
[ ♆ ] Search Requests Page
[ ♆ ] Deaths Page

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Comments

[a_shadow]

That makes sense. I suppose.

[ She sighs and settles back against a rock. ]

I'm just here to recharge.

[ She doesn't want him to think she actually sought out his company, especially since he was the one who killed her. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I...wasn't gonna assume anything different.

[Why would she want to talk to him, anyway?]

[a_shadow]

Good.

[ She's strangely reminiscent over their shared past right now, but she's not going to make a big deal out of saying so. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[This is fine. This is fine! This is what he wanted, right? To not talk about it? He doesn't have a safeword with her.

Man, how fucked up is it he has a safeword with someone he, in theory, hates, but not with his girlfriend?

The quiet stretches on for a while, but for someone as mouthy as him, it's hard to stand it, the tension and the terror.]

Listen, just, if you have something to say about it, you can just go ahead and say it.

[a_shadow]

[ She gives a slight nodding gesture, a lifting of her chin, then sits in silence for a bit. But finally, she finds her words. ]

I was brought back to life before I came here. You were there too, and you had been brought back to life. Three times, actually, that happened. Every time you were in a different body, but it was...

[ She frowns slightly, giving a small shake of her head. ]

I know nothing can change how things are. It's just...how they are.

[ She sighs, leaning in to rest her elbows on her her thighs. She seems about to speak again, because she turns her head to look at him. But then her head swivels away, and she looks out into the middle distance. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ha, I wasn't keeping track anymore. [But the kicker, he knows, is that it probably wasn't him anymore. He doesn't know that for sure, but hey, there's always Epsilon, right? God how many times did he change bodies before they ran out of robots? It feels like ages ago. He wonders, briefly, what Caboose ever did with his last body. Unless--ugh, unless it was used for Epsilon-based purposes?]

Yeah. Yeah, I agree. It's just how they are. There's no making it better or worse. Just is.