lifeaftr | August Aftermath: Make Me Okay

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.

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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I don't know where Tex and Wash and Maine are.

[Since obviously that's who she would check on.]

[It is Wash that she has the closest relationship with, although it's not that surprising. The rest... Being a Freelancer hasn't exactly gone well for many people.]

You're included in that list, idiot.

[... maybe not as high as Wash, but on par with Tex? The rest of the Blues might not be here, but she owes it to them anyway, to keep this dunce out of as much trouble as she can. Which, given the track record of those idiots she resides with back on the moon, is a full time job in and of itself.]

Just cuz I'm from home? Touching, but I don't think you really want anything to do with me.

[They don't rightly know each other. Even if he was a Freelancer AI, none of them knew he existed before everything imploded on itself. She wasn't around while he was alive, so, if she does know him from before, it's...not likely to be him that she knows.

And then the whole shooting Tex and Wash thing, but he's not gonna bring it up if she doesn't.]

I didn't want anything to do with any of the Reds and Blues.

[And look where she is now. Helping Caboose. Punking Tucker. Asking Grif for help on how to relax. Letting Sarge attach gravity.

Sure, he wasn't Epsilon, nor was he someone or thing that she actually knew that well, but she owes the Reds and Blues enough to keep an eye out for him. As much as she can anyway. No doubt Caboose has mistold some tales, but given what her father had done, it's the least she can do for redemption.]

And they just pulled you into their idiotic orbit, huh? Yeah, you're kinda stuck with them for life, then. Death, too. And afterlife.

Mm. They're more than they appear.

[Although there is a pause there, as not always, actually...]

Sometimes, anyway. Sometimes I still want to kick them off a cliff or let the dinosaurs eat them.

...They're doing okay, aren't they? [Wash has more or less said so. Implied, anyway. But Carolina has no reason to potentially lie to him.] Lotta shit happens to 'em and they keep living through it somehow.

First time I met them, I would have bet they would have lasted ten seconds in a battle.

[Hell, she had been there to use them for her own gains, and hadn't cared what would happen to them.]

They've grown a lot, but they're still the same idiots they've always been. We've technically retired. Caboose befriended the dinosaurs. Grif ate some strange mushrooms and got super speed. Sarge decided to wage a war against gravity. Donut keeps burning all our shit down with his fucking candles.

Edited 2019-09-08 21:16 (UTC)

Waaaait wait wait. Donut's been burning things? Not Caboose? Because Caboose has set the base on fire before. The metal base. On fire. He's done that. But Donut? Sure, candles seem his thing, but also you'd think he'd be up on candle safety, too. Doc seems like he'd be, too, too! But he's also a fucking moron with a split personality, so...

[Hey, props for actually remembering Doc exists?]

But all the rest of that sounds incredibly on brand. Except for retiring.

Donut burnt down a water park.

[Take a moment to let that sink in.

Of course he had also burned their apartments to a crisp, which is why Carolina would never allow him to have another candle in his life. At least not with her around, or anywhere near her, or her possessions, or anything she wanted to keep whole.]

Mm. They deserved a break after what went down on Chorus.

See, once again, that sounds way more like Caboose. Setting fire to things that shouldn't be able to be on fire. Has Donut turned into a pyromaniac while I wasn't looking? Poor guy finally snap after being called pink too many times?

[Chorus. He's heard that...once? Twice? Wash has mentioned it. In passing.]

Some real shit went down, huh?

Hnph. Other than befriending strange things, Caboose has never set anything on fire.

[Although she paused, thinking.]

At least with a candle.

[She wouldn't really trust him with a real gun, or grenade, or bomb, or weapon of any sort, really...]

It did. They went through a lot.

...Well...good. Good for them, I guess. Getting to retire.

[Getting to live long enough to retire.]

We'll see how long it lasts.

[A shrug. They seemed to end up in the middle of everything anyway, no matter whether they went looking for trouble or not. It found them.]

I'd ask how you ended up involved in all of this, but I'm gonna hazard a guess and say, "stupidly".

[More or less?]

Needed to find the Director.

August Aftermath: Make Me Okay

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