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]

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.]

[vagabone]

Ay, I get along just fine without a brain.

[That's debatable.

Whether or not the robohands will work, they look cool! Very futuristic, as good as Legion's own. He sticks out his humeri, hoping they'll stick.]

[eudaimonikos]

[Well, they don't zoom onto him, at any rate.]

Let me stick one on. See if it does anything...

[He picks one up, plays with the fingers a little, and then sticks the end onto one of Hector's humeri.]

[vagabone]

[It thunks right back off. Disappointing, but not very surprising. He has enough trouble keeping hold of his actual bones. It probably would have been too heavy, anyway.]

...well, you tried.

[eudaimonikos]

Worth a shot.

[He picks up one of the arms and waves with it, like the horrible clown from It]

[vagabone]

[It completely fails to be horrifying. Detached bones (or robot hands) just aren't, for obvious reasons.]

Wonder what the trick is. I had a friend who swapped out part of his leg for a metal pipe and he didn't have any trouble.

[eudaimonikos]

That's just a leg. They're just supports.

[They're not half as complicated as fingers!]

[vagabone]

But you'd think I could at least get it to stick and look cool for a while...

[Weird. Guess there are still things he doesn't know about skeletonhood. And no one to ask.]

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael shrugs.]

Could always just tie it on there? There's probably rope somewhere.

[vagabone]

What are you saying? You can make rope. You can make anything you want, we don't have to go looking.

I'd be so annoying if I had that power. [Haha.]

[eudaimonikos]

It only works a few times a day, here. I feel like I've really become less useful!

[He's learned to work around it, but it's still irritating every single day.]

Humans get that way, when they go to the afterlife. Can't do it themselves, but in my corner of the afterlife, I had Janet around to do it for them. Summoned all sorts of weird stuff. They didn't know it was logged.

[vagabone]

Ooh, not unlimited. Forget the rope, I'll make it to tomorrow.

[At least he can walk around on his arm-stubs, unlike yesterday. It looks creepy, but he's mobile. Infinitely better than being a skull.]

...What's the weirdest thing they summoned?

[eudaimonikos]

An enormous flying shrimp with three pairs of wings.

[vagabone]

[...And here he'd expected something not remotely appropriate for children. Which a giant flying shrimp probably is, in a completely different way.]

What? Why? What do you even do with that? Eat it?

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, of course. I made her kill it first. [He grins reflexively.] Oh, that was fun.

[vagabone]

[Of course it was a torture thing. He pulls another face, shaking his head.]

Eugh. No, let's put that on the list of things I'd rather eat bite-size.