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 relaxes again, a weird looking skeletal tripod. Makes sense.]

What, like they don't have enough people to torture? Probably a billion by now?

[eudaimonikos]

It's a pride thing. They had those humans, I stole them - it's all very personal now. 

[The vengeance should be directed more towards him, he thinks. But then, wouldn't that be the best way to do it?]

[vagabone]

Of course it is. So... what are you going to do next? When you get off this dumb island?

[eudaimonikos]

Well, I convinced the Judge to let me run another experiment - to see if other humans will become better people after death the way mine did, once they're out of the nightmare trash fire that is Earth.

[You're from the past, but he probably doesn't need to explain that, right?]

If they do, she'll accept that our system doesn't take the difficulty of human life into account when judging them, and...I don't know. We'll try to figure out something different. If something goes wrong, Janet and I are going to die, and the humans get tortured again. We've pulled off some pretty good last-minute escapes, though - I'll have a Plan B by then.

[vagabone]

[No, not at all. He hasn't forgotten the roses example, good god.]

They could always come here. If anyone could figure out how to get in and out. Enso is not the best, I don't like it either, but it's not... constant torture. Most days aren't that bad.

[eudaimonikos]

You know, I can't say I haven't thought about it. I don't think I could leave the rest of humanity there without trying to do something, in good conscience...but things would be a lot easier if I knew my humans were safe.

[vagabone]

Right. Exactly. But... you probably don't know how you wound up on Enso either. And obviously not how to leave.

[Which is a bummer. If Michael has no damn clue, how is he ever going to figure it out?]

[eudaimonikos]

No. I guess I'm just sort of hoping we'll figure all that out, before I get back.

[He has an immortal's viewpoint on things; he'll get back eventually, and with the timelines being what they are, he doesn't mind if it takes a while on his end. But if he just gets sent home by the mystery force, the way people are sometimes...he doesn't get a lot out of that.]

[vagabone]

[Wouldn't it be nice to have that sort of patience? He doesn't. He's only human, technically immortal now or not.]

If you do, let me know before you poof away.

[eudaimonikos]

Of course. We're all probably going to be involved, if we really do figure this out.