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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That... does sound like a good plan. Sorry.

[He really probably should have anticipated that, he guesses. He picks Hector up (very, very carefully), turning him upright and holding him so he can look him in the eye.] That better?

[An irritated, twitchy sort of huff.] What are you sorry for? You're not the one who's screwed up bringing me back.

[They left behind almost all there is of him. Not even a tenth of his bones made it back. What a waste of a revival.]

Seriously, if this was the best the Storyteller could do for me, why even bother?

[He won't reply to that first part, if he can get away with it. Any answer he can give, it would only do more to distract from the actual topic at hand.]

Who knows. Maybe they didn't know it would happen.

Anywhere you want to go?

[Fifteen whole seconds later and he still has no idea where he ought to wait this out. His own cobhouse, probably, if he ends up in the hands of someone not afraid of the bridge crossing...]

Ay, I have no idea. How weirded out do you think Ed and Eps would be?

I think they could handle it. Might be best to-- [He almost says to give them a heads-up. No.] --to call them first, let them know what's going on.

[Pity, he might have laughed about it.]

...You're going to have to do that too. Everything I had is gone. I hope it's not lying around where I went poof, I need those things.

No problem... and I could try and go find where you died later, see if I can find your stuff.

[It's kind of a relief to be able to offer something more he can do about this. He can't bring Hector's body back, but he could at least get his iStone.]

Going to have to adjust a bit to get my stone and call them - I promise I won't drop you.

[Ginko offered. He's going to accept. Normally he'd say no--but need, not want. And his needs are always about one thing, when you think about it. So all-consuming, he doesn't give a damn if Ginko drops him.]

I'm not sure where I was. Things went kind of blurry. I was halfway up the mountain, I think, that's a lot of ground to cover... but I need my pouch.

[He moves Hector over, carefully, so that he can carry him in one arm and have a free hand to get out his stone with.]

The one on your belt, right? If it's too far out to get myself, I can ask around to see if someone else can go after it. Maybe Ed or Epsilon, if they're up to it.

Yes, that one. If they ask why it matters, ahh...

[He tries to take a deep breath and can't. How stupid, he had no lungs yesterday, what's the difference? Oh, well. Don't think about being bodiless. Don't think about losing that pouch. Don't panic.]

Irreplaceable things in there. My wedding ring. Keepsakes. Personal stuff. I need it back.

Of course.

[Okay, he can not let Hector panic while he's stuck as a head. He looksdown at him with some concern, though he's not sure if Hector can actually see his face from this angle.] We'll get it back, okay? Tracking down a leather pouch on a mountainside shouldn't be too hard for some people here.

[Nope, he can't. All he can see are his bangs or the inside of his skull, if he rolls his eyes that far up. This is the worst.]

Or the Storyteller can fetch it for me. I don't know. I'll... I'll figure something out if you can't find it.

[Yeah. Panic would be bad. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.]

Exactly. You've got plenty of resources for getting it back, just remember that.

[In the meantime, though:] I'm going to let Ed and Epsilon know we're coming - feel free to speak up if you want to tell them anything.

[The call itself ends up being pretty brief, and, true to his word, Ginko let's Hector explain however much or little of his situation as he wants to - though he might interrupt him if it starts seeming like Hector is working himself up into a panic. Still trying to avoid that, here.

Of course, what with the convenience of the mana pools, they're likely pretty close by the time he hangs up, anyway.] Alright, we're almost there. Still keeping it together?

[It's always the same old story. He only wants two things right now, his body back and a ticket home, neither of which Ginko can help him with. Nothing else matters. So, no, he doesn't want anything.]

I think so? Not about to start screaming, I'd say that's the best I can do.

That's pretty good. Just keep that up for a while, and then you'll have more company. [He's gathered, at least, that that seems to be how Hector operates. More people means he can distract himself more easily, keep himself calm until this gets fixed.]

August Aftermath: Make Me Okay

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