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

[vagabone]

[He's not being a pain in the ass for a demon-guy, he's being educational.]

Fried grasshoppers. With seasoning. Garlic, salt, onion, whatever, you get the idea. They were one of my favorites when I was alive.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh! That's very straightforward!

[Michael has some understanding that a lot of human cultures might find that gross, but personally he doesn't see how it's any more gross than the concept of eating in general. More importantly, it's a simple enough concept. Michael snaps his fingers and makes a bowl of fried grasshoppers, with exactly the seasonings Hector just named.]

Ah! [He grins, though it fades a little as he looks at Hector.] How do you want to do this?

[vagabone]

Nice. Wait, how--oh.

[He bonks himself in the forehead with the end of his humerus, exactly like an idiot trying to facepalm without a palm.]

...I hadn't thought this far ahead.

[eudaimonikos]

Hm.

[Michael considers, and picks one up.]

Wanna catch it in your mouth?

[vagabone]

Hah. Stupid and effective, let's do it.

[He lets his mouth hang open, grinning like the fool he is.]

[eudaimonikos]

Okay, let's start easy -

[Just an underhanded shrimp toss from very close! Michael actually has pretty darn good aim.]

[vagabone]

[Success. Into his mouth the delicious goodness goes. He chews, swallows, waits a moment...

It worked. He could taste it, it didn't fall through his ribs and onto the table. And it tasted fantastic.]

Hah! It worked! Oh, I missed those!

[eudaimonikos]

Ha ha!

[Michael claps once in victory.]

Okay, okay, let's do it again. [He's backing up a little more this time!]

[vagabone]

Bring it on!

[Pfft, this is so stupid. Good stupid. He likes good stupid, it's his M.O.. He props himself up on his half-finished arms and waits.]

[eudaimonikos]

[Hahaha, this is fun! Nastrandir sucked so bad, let's do some fun dumb shit!]

Okay, here it comes...

[Overhand grasshopper!]

[vagabone]

[Chomp. Gone. Hooray!]

I really did miss those, they're so good. Hey, do you eat? Can you?

[Carpe diem. Keep on being friendly with the demon, what horrible things can he do that don't seem to happen anyway?]

[eudaimonikos]

I can! I actually have to, now - used to be just for fun sometimes.

[ugh, physical needs]

[vagabone]

Did you want some? You made them, I don't mind.

[If that needed saying!]

[eudaimonikos]

Sure, I'll try one.

[He made it special for Hector, but the offer was made and Michael doesn't really see these as a limited resource. He could make more whenever! So he pops on into his mouth and chews it thoughtfully. Really, the vast majority of human foods are fine by him. Demons eat all sorts of things.]

It's crunchy. Pretty good!

[vagabone]

[Hang on--]

Does the food you make count? It's not going to keep you going if it vanishes right out of your stomach.

[eudaimonikos]

[You can visibly see the moment where Michael remembers that the human digestive system exists!]

Never had a problem with it before.

[vagabone]

[That's a mood. Eating and drinking is good fun, then it all goes downhill from there. Thank god he's not fleshy, no one would be able to stand his whining.]

Okay. Good to know, I guess. Want me to lie down and you dump them all in my mouth?

[eudaimonikos]

[oh man he loves that subject change!]

Bug shower? Sure, I can do that. [usually humans aren't so excited about it]

[vagabone]

[Usually the bugs involved aren't so tasty. He lies down as suggested, a pitiful upper third of a skeleton.]

Hit me.

[eudaimonikos]

Here we go.

[Michael - from a height that can only be described as "dramatic" - upends the entire bowl of grasshoppers into Hector's mouth.]

[vagabone]

[Very good. Excellent pure stupidity going on here. Most of them miss. Some don't. And he's happy. Cronch.]

Best bug shower I ever had!

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael cackles. It's fine, he'll pick up the fallen grasshoppers. Germs don't matter for skeletons anyway, yeah?]

People usually hate that!

[vagabone]

[100% germproof idiot skeleton right here! He'll eat garbage off the floor anytime, anywhere.]

Really? Oh, when it's not food. I can see that.

[eudaimonikos]

[He's putting them back in the bowl, we're doing it again - ]

Yeah. There's quite a few insect-based departments. [but fuck talking about that honestly] Round two?

[vagabone]

Absolutely, keep them coming.

[More snacks, less torture-talk. Boy, he can't wait to have hands again.]