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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"It will. May take a bit of time and a couple stories, but you'll be able to see again." His tone is still gentle, and distinctly on the reassuring side; he can only imagine regaining his sight would be a good thing.

Which... may or may not be thanks to some specific personal issues, but, anyway.

"Oh." He should say more, and he knows it.

"Do they always bring people back?" Not that. He shouldn't have said that.

It's alright, Yukio, he doesn't exactly expect someone who just came back from the dead to be a master conversationalist.

Or particularly tactful.

"...I don't know specifically of anyone who didn't come back." Vague, maybe, but he hopes it gets the point across. They haven't been here a terribly long time, overall; he'd be hesitant to say always.

He's going to come back. If he dies-- if he dies again it's going to be just as horrible and just as painful and he's going to come back. There's no way out. It's just going to keep being like this forever.

His stomach twists, he presses a hand against his mouth because he is not going to be sick again, he can't go through that kind of humiliation twice in a day. But it still feels like he can't breathe, like something's clawing at his ribs and freezing him in place. He has to get out of here before he does something worse than what he's already done.

But he has to keep this conversation going. He has to look like there's nothing wrong. He still can't see anything.

"That's good for them."

"Depends on who you ask." He shouldn't have said that. He's sure of that, immediately, but it's already out. And... it's true. There probably isn't much point to pretending to Yukio that everyone here is thrilled about their effective immortality.

"It can be a pretty daunting thought; if you have trouble with it, you won't be alone there." He may not be aware of what's going on in Yukio's head, but the kid's body language isn't exactly looking relieved.

"I..." but he stops there, trapping whatever traitorous thing he was about to say behind clenched fangs. He can't trust his own voice right now, there are too many ways that talking could go wrong.

He stands to his feet, slower this time, and takes a hesitation step towards where he thinks the doorway is, and then another.

Ginko has to wonder, for a moment, if saying that was a mistake. He seems to be wondering that about everything lately.

But, instead of backtracking, he just sticks close to Yukio, making sure he's headed in the right direction. He seems to be alright so far, which is... a relief. The less he has to nudge Yukio around, the more comfortable it will be for both of them.

He doesn't fight back, just lets Ginko steer him where he needs to go. It's easier that way, it's easier not to think right now, just to go where he's pointed. He just woke up but he's already exhausted.

August Aftermath: Make Me Okay

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