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

[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.]

[eudaimonikos]

[He drops them in, one or two at a time now.]

So you were a skull just yesterday? It's coming back pretty quick.

[Like, it's still not great, but you've got a fair more bones now!]

[vagabone]

[Better, but not best. He swallows, clearing his mouth and giving half a grin.]

Seems like it. Tomorrow I might even have hands again. It's been so boring.

[eudaimonikos]

You can drag yourself around, like some kind of horror movie creature!

[Michael thinks that sounds funny.]

[vagabone]

Or walk around on my hands like a gorilla's skeleton.

[A little funny... for about ten minutes, and then what?]

Can't even play a game of cards until then.

[eudaimonikos]

What do people normally do when they don't have hands?

[Some humans don't, he figures. They could lose them or something.]

[vagabone]

[Huh. Good question.]

You know, I'm not sure. I know plenty of skeletons who are missing parts, but never both hands. Walk around and complain a lot, I suppose.

[eudaimonikos]

You could get one of those grabbers, use it with your mouth.

[Michael mimes one of those grabbers.]

[vagabone]

...Tongs? And bite down on them?

[Maybe?? That could work??]

[eudaimonikos]

I bet someone around here knows how to make robot limbs. I mean, we've got robots, they've got limbs.

[Granted, that's a long-term solution to a pretty short-term problem, but it is neat!]

[vagabone]

Hey! [He's perking up a bit, rolling over and 'standing' on what there is of his arms.] Can't you? You said your things only last twenty four hours, but that's long enough!

[eudaimonikos]

...huh. I dunno, never tried making robot stuff. Not here.

[He knows he could do it in the afterlife. But here? Michael considers for a moment, then shrugs.]

I could give it a shot, I guess.

[vagabone]

No idea if I'll be able to move robot hands, but at least it'll look cool.

[Anyway, he can always drop them later, if he's sick of them.]

[eudaimonikos]

I think ordinarily you'd have to hook them up to your brain somehow. But you don't have one of those. Probably for the best, I'm not a brain surgeon.

[What does he know about how robotic prosthetics would work? But hey, it's worth a little experiment - Michael snaps his fingers and makes some Terminator arms.

He rolled a 19 on making daily robot arms, so there's that.]