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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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...Oh. Man. I...wonder if it has anything to do with--

Shit. So. You got shot. In the head. Is what happened to you.

[He died, reportedly. Shot in the head. Reportedly. He just doesn't remember it, but if it was death, then, well - he wouldn't. Right?]

[None of this makes sense. Some parts stir little distant pieces of him, drawing memories closer to light. Others feel as empty and dead as a burnt-out light bulb.]

So I get shot in the head, and now I...what? I have selective amnesia?

I guess, I don't know.

Great. Thanks for that, you -

[There's a pressure around his throat again, and his vision snows out. All the sound seems to be vacuumed away, siphoned into nothing, until there's only silence mantled up around his ears. His heart throbs in his chest.]

[And then it's gone.]

[When the world comes back to him, he's on his hands and knees on the ground.]

[And a frantic Church.] --ting the doctor, okay, I'm gonna call Faust and I don't know what he'll do but it'll be more than me, just keep breathing, okay, and if you gotta puke try not doing it in the pool.

[The words cut through slowly. Mostly, he just feels his heart doing double-time - feels it more than he hears it, because there's a ringing in his ears he can't shake.]

[When the world finally stabilizes, he sits up enough to stare at Church blearily.]

Aren't you dead?

...Oh. My fucking god. It gave you short term memory loss. Fuck this.

What?

[He shakes his head a little more in an attempt to clear it. All it really succeeds in doing is making him dizzy.]

Seriously, what happened? Why're you here?

You're the one that came to me, dipshit! Do you seriously not remember like the past ten minutes?

I remember waking up in the Temple.

[His tone is...dubious.]

For, uh...some reason. I don't think I went to sleep there.

[You didn't go to sleep there, Wash. You died.]

You didn't remember that; you kept insisting you were on an island someone named Kimball lent to you and the rest of the guys? You didn't remember this place at all.

Jesus fucking christ no you didn't go to sleep there I'm not having this conversation a second time through.

Kimball? Why would...she's not here. This isn't Chorus.

[Church sounds frustrated, though, which means he can bite down on the next question welling up on his tongue in favor of holding up one hand, palm out, as though trying to steady him.]

Hey, it's fine. It's fine. I'm okay, we're all okay. Okay?

You were literally having trouble breathing and didn't remember where you were or what happened.

[Not that he seems to remember what happened now, either, but at least he knows where he is.] I was gonna call Faust.

Well, hey - I'm fine now.

[Still doesn't really remember that, but...yeah, no, he's fine.]

Right?

You seem...really, really not concerned about this.

I feel okay, Church.

[He doesn't remember panicking and feeling like he was going to suffocate, so...why should he be upset about anything? ha ha, this is all great and fine.]

I'm fine.

And not remembering why you woke up in the temple or how you got here or why you're talking to me, that's fine?

Who the fuck are you?

Agent Washington. [Obviously. No trouble there!]

Are you okay? Do you not remember something now?

Bullshit. You just forgot a whole bunch of shit, now you forgot a bunch of other shit, and none of that bothers you. At all. You, with the photographic memory.

It's bothering you.

[There's a sensation that he's missing something important, but he can't place it. Can't figure it out. And getting worked up about it is likely to just incense Church even further, so.]

Because you're acting like a pod person! And at this rate with all the island fuckery, maybe you are!

You've told me you've died here before. What happens after that, Wash. Do you wake up in the temple with fucked up memories?

[Look, even if he's worried about it, the priority here is clearly Church's well-being. He's the one that's freaking out, right?]

I woke up in the Temple. I...I don't know about fucked up. I just don't remember some of it.

[...]

I think I got shot.

Yeah you did! You got shot in the face! Repeatedly! Ohhhhh my god, maybe dying over there fucked you up over here.

Over...where?

[Where did he die?]

What do you mean, over here?

On the new island? You forgot about the new island. You remember this island, but you don't remember the new swampy island we were exploring.

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