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Entry tags:
- blue exorcist: yukio okumura,
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: beauregard,
- critical role: kiri,
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy ix: zidane tribal,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: legion,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- october daye series: october daye,
- october daye series: quentin sollys,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- osomatsu-san: jyushimatsu matsuno,
- red vs. blue: agent washington,
- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
- resident evil: albert wesker,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- the good place: michael,
- the league: jules dagger samari,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ good omens: aziraphale,
- ✖ good omens: crowley
January Undercurrent: Growing Pains
JANUARY UNDERCURRENT
Who: Everyone!
What: Hey bud, how's it growing?
When: January 3rd to January 20th
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: This event has a potential for body horror and character death; please mark anything as it comes up!

What: Hey bud, how's it growing?
When: January 3rd to January 20th
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: This event has a potential for body horror and character death; please mark anything as it comes up!

A Notion Growing Inside Me
Those of you who weren't with us the last time Umui entered the archipelago didn't have to contend with the lethal illness known as the Overgrowth personally, but anyone who remembers it probably doesn't remember it fondly. Fortunately, this isn't quite the same strain of the illness that you had to contend with the last time. It's not unrelentingly and uncompromisingly fatal, for one! That's always nice.
For those that need a primer on the Overgrowth, it is best described as a sickness that overcomes you with floral growth both inside and outside your body that can only be cured by expressions of emotional honesty. Expressions of truths, affections, and admissions of things that you have hidden from yourselves or from others were critical in dispensing of the illness. These could be as simple as admissions of past sins or the revealing of secrets, or as grandiose and overt as confessions of guilt or love. That general idea will remain more or less the key means of curing this strain as well, though the stakes fortunately aren't as high this go around! Which is to say, if you fail to have any grand emotional epiphanies by the time this event ends, you aren't doomed to suffer a character death; symptoms will simply dissipate come January 20th.
So what's this sickness going to be like in this particular instance, then? We're so glad you asked!
You can go the standard route, of course. Adventurers' first brush with the illness saw the following afflicted upon them:
This strain is also rather more erratic, which can make emotional repression more of an inconvenience than a horrifying circumstance. For those who would rather not play around with intense sickness (or who have already endured this once before), you have the option to go that route if you like! With this variant of the Overgrowth, one can become, for example, so embarrassed that they hiccup up a flower. A vicious denial of their feelings may cause them to spontaneously erupt into a rash of dandelion puffballs, seemingly immediately. You might end up walking around with a bouquet for an arm for a few hours. Perhaps mortifying, but certainly not fatal! Isn't that nice?
Unless, of course, you want it to be...
Those of you who weren't with us the last time Umui entered the archipelago didn't have to contend with the lethal illness known as the Overgrowth personally, but anyone who remembers it probably doesn't remember it fondly. Fortunately, this isn't quite the same strain of the illness that you had to contend with the last time. It's not unrelentingly and uncompromisingly fatal, for one! That's always nice.
For those that need a primer on the Overgrowth, it is best described as a sickness that overcomes you with floral growth both inside and outside your body that can only be cured by expressions of emotional honesty. Expressions of truths, affections, and admissions of things that you have hidden from yourselves or from others were critical in dispensing of the illness. These could be as simple as admissions of past sins or the revealing of secrets, or as grandiose and overt as confessions of guilt or love. That general idea will remain more or less the key means of curing this strain as well, though the stakes fortunately aren't as high this go around! Which is to say, if you fail to have any grand emotional epiphanies by the time this event ends, you aren't doomed to suffer a character death; symptoms will simply dissipate come January 20th.
So what's this sickness going to be like in this particular instance, then? We're so glad you asked!

[ ♆ ] Stage One: Germination. Initial symptoms involve fever, coughing fits, numbness to nerves and extremities, and general joint stiffness. Difficulty breathing or performing other basic functions will often occur. Fatigue, difficulty sleeping, and intense weakness or dizzy spells are also liable to occur as the flowers begin to harvest nutrients from the body. This will also generate extreme thirst and periods of intense nausea. Tremors and the sensation of something "itching" from inside are also common. The end of Stage One is usually marked by the act of vomiting or coughing up flower petals or spores, along with a not-insignificant amount of blood.This was followed by Stage Three: Bloom, which resulted in character death. However, this strain will not advance to this style of Stage Three. All symptoms will disperse by the time Umui resurfaces.
[ ♆ ] Stage Two: Budding. The floral growths spread more completely inside the body, and begin to grow on the skin or exterior. Difficulty performing basic functions will increase as, for example, airways become obstructed and flowers grow around joints and pinch them still. The site of affliction also yields rashes, blisters, and blood sores as the flowers sprout from the skin. The rate of vomiting or coughing up floral growths will increase dramatically. Flowers often bloom quickly, and very painfully. Numbness in affected areas will increase, oftentimes rendering parts of the body completely inert - a pair of legs claimed completely by blooms, for example, will no longer work.
This strain is also rather more erratic, which can make emotional repression more of an inconvenience than a horrifying circumstance. For those who would rather not play around with intense sickness (or who have already endured this once before), you have the option to go that route if you like! With this variant of the Overgrowth, one can become, for example, so embarrassed that they hiccup up a flower. A vicious denial of their feelings may cause them to spontaneously erupt into a rash of dandelion puffballs, seemingly immediately. You might end up walking around with a bouquet for an arm for a few hours. Perhaps mortifying, but certainly not fatal! Isn't that nice?
Unless, of course, you want it to be...
I Can't Fight It Much Longer
Now, while the Bloom Stage isn't present in this strain, it has mutated its progression into a rather nasty end stage. Those of you who succumb a little too readily to this illness, who don't fight off the emotional repression quickly, who don't admit those difficult truths to yourself or confess to whatever you're bottling up, you'll be faced with a potentially horrifying transformation. Potentially, because it is your choice whether or not you see fit to commit your character to that fate - as stated above, this option might simply skip over your character entirely, and the worst they'll have to deal with are cartoonishly over-the-top effects that disperse in due time.
But maybe not all of you will be so lucky. Some of you might discover for yourselves how this particular variant of the Overgrowth has mutated.
We call this mutation Stage Three: Outbreak.
In this final Stage, those beautiful blooms wither and harden into a fungus-like carapace as the illness grows into the victim's brain and shuts down virtually all higher functions. This can sometimes render them almost wholly recognizable, but not always - oftentimes, it's very obvious who this person once was. The victim is reduced to a carrier of the virus, which causes them to act the way you'd expect most viruses to act: becoming intent on spreading. Advanced brain functions such as speech, rational thought, and so on tend to shut off and become wholly inaccessible.
Now that the victim's body is no longer fighting the Overgrowth, the illness lends them increased speed, strength, and durability, making them dangerous foes indeed. They will usually seek to infect others by whatever means necessary - usually via biting or exuding breathable spores - but in some cases, they will simply reduce to base instincts, and just outright attempt to attack and kill whoever is closest.
Unfortunately, at this point, there is no hope of a cure; it's hard to make someone be emotionally honest when they're capable of little more than blunt, animal instinct. At this point, you can either wait for the Stage Three symptoms to disperse come Umui's return, or take manners into your own hands. You can probably guess what that might entail.
If you decide to put your Overgrown friends out of their misery, this will count as a character death. If it comes to that, be sure to let us know on the Deaths page! Death penalties, however, will not be reduced for this event.
Now, while the Bloom Stage isn't present in this strain, it has mutated its progression into a rather nasty end stage. Those of you who succumb a little too readily to this illness, who don't fight off the emotional repression quickly, who don't admit those difficult truths to yourself or confess to whatever you're bottling up, you'll be faced with a potentially horrifying transformation. Potentially, because it is your choice whether or not you see fit to commit your character to that fate - as stated above, this option might simply skip over your character entirely, and the worst they'll have to deal with are cartoonishly over-the-top effects that disperse in due time.
But maybe not all of you will be so lucky. Some of you might discover for yourselves how this particular variant of the Overgrowth has mutated.
We call this mutation Stage Three: Outbreak.

Now that the victim's body is no longer fighting the Overgrowth, the illness lends them increased speed, strength, and durability, making them dangerous foes indeed. They will usually seek to infect others by whatever means necessary - usually via biting or exuding breathable spores - but in some cases, they will simply reduce to base instincts, and just outright attempt to attack and kill whoever is closest.
Unfortunately, at this point, there is no hope of a cure; it's hard to make someone be emotionally honest when they're capable of little more than blunt, animal instinct. At this point, you can either wait for the Stage Three symptoms to disperse come Umui's return, or take manners into your own hands. You can probably guess what that might entail.
If you decide to put your Overgrown friends out of their misery, this will count as a character death. If it comes to that, be sure to let us know on the Deaths page! Death penalties, however, will not be reduced for this event.
Try to Get Through It
Of course, there's a lot going on in the background as well. You're free to use this log as a catch-all for the duration of January's Undercurrent Event, as well as any of the other minor events listed on our Monthly Rundown post. And, of course, you are always free to create your own individual logs and posts as needed.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them over on the Questions header on our Rundown post!
Of course, there's a lot going on in the background as well. You're free to use this log as a catch-all for the duration of January's Undercurrent Event, as well as any of the other minor events listed on our Monthly Rundown post. And, of course, you are always free to create your own individual logs and posts as needed.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them over on the Questions header on our Rundown post!
January TimelineLOGS ● OOC ● STORIES ●
MAIN NAVIGATION
[ ♆ ] January 1st: "This Sucks" begins and lasts until January 10th
[ ♆ ] January 3rd: "Growing Pains" begins and lasts until January 20th
[ ♆ ] January 11th: "No Water is Safe" begins and lasts until January 19th
[ ♆ ] January 20th: Umui returns to the archipelago
[ ♆ ] January 21st: "Impawsible Geometries" begins and lasts until January 31st
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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[At first, it just seems like a tiredness that seeks into his bones. Kravitz knows he's been pushing himself too hard lately, but it's the only thing to stave off how empty his camp feels at night, how he's largely only been talking to his bird for company. But he still forces himself up and goes to the library, even if that means he's leaning over on the desk more, taking a breather in a chair more than he's working. He's fine, he tells himself. He's fine.
Or well, he'd like to believe that, but he's nearly asleep on the desk when you enter, causing him to jerk up with a small cough.]
Uhm, hello, I-- do you need something? I... wasn't sleeping.
[Great.]
ii. [budding] you don't care too much / a confession isn't your style
[It doesn't progress the way he thinks it will. While Kravitz is expecting the red, delicate flowers that spread from his back in vines up his veins, the delicate blooms that do emerge are much different this time. At first they're tiny, dotted flowers, but they quickly swell into thick blooms from the point at which they emerge. Unlike the last instances, these flower mostly from the back of his head among his dreads, over his left shoulder almost like a cloak, inching towards his heart.
He wonders if that means something. It probably does, but he doesn't quite have the energy to have that kind of introspection.
At this point, he's abandoned the library in favor of trying to find people. Unlike others who know what's going on and are ready to die again, Kravitz is fairly determined to not go out this time. The problem, though, is the same as it was the first time the Overgrowth came around- he doesn't know exactly what he's supposed to be confessing about. Kravitz thinks he's been pretty straightforward, but he doesn't have the comfort of his family at the start to avoid others and cure it this time around. So he's out, trying to seek out people who look otherwise affected-- or just possibly bored.]
Uhm, hello-- sorry to bother, but. I do know how we can cure this, if you're willing to have an honest discussion.
iii. [wildcard] i stay awake at night / i make believe that i'm not alone
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Well, that's a step up from last time, huh?
[His tone is flat. Naturally, he doesn't seem the least bit shocked.]
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I could say the same for you, as well. Very few of our number made it through last time, and many for lack of trying.
[Kravitz eyes Tim, giving him a look partially of understanding and partially of hope that he's more in his own senses this time.]
I am trying to do my part.
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That makes one of us. [He doesn't even pretend that he doesn't expect to fail. He's accepted this, though. What choice does he have? The only other choice isn't really a choice at all.]
Anything you wanna get off your chest?
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cw: suicide ideation
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[A bit hard to have a conversation with them right now.]
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[He really thought this one was gonna be easier. They had the cure now! Just say your feelings and you're golden. But of course, things are always more complicated, and Kravitz hums as he tries to put his thoughts together.]
Well, uhm, you-- you will still need to express your emotions somehow, or that certainly won't go away. Do you know another, er, a nonverbal language, or just... movements?
[He pauses for a moment while he thinks, scratching lightly on his jaw just to have something to do with his hands.]
I suppose I could use a small mind link, if you aren't opposed.
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[Chip's expression goes from meekly nervous to star-struck in an instant, and they completely forget their whole throat flowers issue and 'blurt out'...well, something that mostly comes out as a wheeze. But if Kravitz is any good at reading lips he might catch:]
["You're a psychic?!"]
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[Fuck, is he dead? Ichimatsu really doesn't want to deal with that right now.]
[Luckily, though, the man springs to life not a moment later, looking totally disoriented but alive. The quick cough sets an edge in Ichimatsu's teeth, though - something that may have to do with the fact that he's wearing a sick mask himself, black fabric with a pawprint design on it. Either way, Ichimatsu regards Kravitz suspiciously from the doorway. The man looks about as well as he probably does, all around.]
Oh... actually, I thought you were dead.
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Oh, uh-- no, it's. No, I'm not dead. Just a bit... woozy. Er. Sorry if I worried you.
[He forces himself to stand, though it's slower than he'd like, and he uses the desk for a bit of balance. Kravitz tries quite valiantly to pretend he looks like a cool professor with that move, but he gets maybe 20% of the way there.]
C-Can I help you? With the uhm, with the library, that is.
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[A shining example of Ren's taste in friends, right here. Ichimatsu glances away from Kravitz to scan the room, adjusting his mask and clearing his throat. He hadn't actually accounted for anyone being here... so it's a bit awkward, at least for him. Besides, the guy really does look pretty out of it.]
... just sit down. I'll help myself.
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And she knows what quiet means.
Knows what the absence of playful banter echoing from every corner of the camp and the lack of animal noises means. Knows what that dead, static silence on the end of the iStone means, because there's no alternative to that, no chance they're just ignoring her call somewhere in the recesses of camp.
It's too much for her to take right now. She doesn't want to face that reality, when there's still a glimmer of something that remains.
She can hear Pepper-can see that creature and know that at least one part of her family remains and-
It's pretty late when she manages to get back to camp and she doesn't think when she sees her uncle laying down in a tent that seems far too big for a single person, so-
She's going to change that.
Like old times, she plops down next to him without a thought or care as to how much time has passed. It doesn't matter and while she should remain a bit cautious-
It feels so easy to pull a blanket around her shoulders and press her head against his arm and remember what it felt like to be safe again.]
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He needs to. And yet.
Kravitz' sleep has been light, but when his body first feels the smaller girl pressing against him, it just feels normal. He must be dreaming- a nice fantasy made by a lonely mind. But as he rolls his head, blearily opening his eyes, she almost looks solid. It gives him a gentle smile, to reach out and pat her head.
... And she's solid. She's very solid. Is he awake?
Kravitz startles up, rolling over and grasping Ren to make sure she doesn't fall further into the bed or really jostle her.]
I-- Ren?? Ren, are you-- is that you?
[WHAT IS HAPPENING.MP4]
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Like there's still two more warm bodies fighting blankets on opposite sides of the tent-she can hear the voices plain as day, even if it's only an echo in her mind now. That's all it'll ever be, she thinks.
But his fingers are in her hair and she can't resist the urge to rest her full weight against his arm and-
He's talking and she's being moved. It doesn't scare her-there's no attempt to wiggle free because why would she want to go anywhere else right now.
She grips his arm, staring at him like she hasn't been gone for a month or so, despite knowing full well time has passed.]
It's me. It's nothing scary-I'm still not scary. I won't leave you again.
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The glass-like blade rests back in the niche he made to allow him to sharpen it with just one hand. Keith turns away from his work to fully face Kravitz. The sand and the sea are at his back and the bound braid over his shoulder shifts, exposing the same red flowers as last time, peaking out of his shirt collar.]
I was such a mess last time this happened. I barely knew a damn thing. [He smiles and it warms his violet eyes.] Glad this time I can help a close friend. Tell me whatever comes to mind. Seems to help pinpoint what to say.
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I know the feeling. I was lacking quite a bit of my own self-awareness when I arrived here. I'm... hoping it's easier this time.
[He's trying, at least. He's always trying. That's more than could really be said for him last time, when he just stayed to support everyone around him.]
It's... well, it would be easier over again. I am glad that the others I lived with are not here to catch this again, but... I miss their companionship. Lup's fire would be especially appreciated now to target these growths directly, as she did for me the last time.
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Last time Shiro vanished right before we got to Umui. We'd had a conversation about how things hadn't gone the right way. He wanted me to lead the Paladins regardless of how I felt like a failure as a leader. Kept leaving that damn bayard in my bag.
[He grimaces and it is a little easier to say it this time. He isn't the young grieving leader he was. He keeps going, his voice strained but clear.] Hunk and Pidge showed up, with no knowledge of what I am and no clue of anything Lance and I knew.
Shiro vanished and I was left for three Paladins who needed a leader. A leader I didn't feel like I was.
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Not a bad idea, now that he's thinking about it.
Kravitz catches his attention mid-thought, and he gives the other man a curious stare.]
An honest discussion? Oh dear... you too?
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Yes, unfortunately. This is what I was trying to warn you all against. This world takes only prisoners, as it were, and there is little hope of a peaceful sentence.
[He sits down by the other man, the motion stiff and with some creaking to his body that sounds suspiciously like a tree settling after an earthquake.]
This disease found us not long after my initial arrival to these islands. And at that time, we had no clue as to the cure. It was quite deadly, and still seems to mark the Storyteller to this day.
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[He winces as Kravitz takes a seat beside him, giving the other man a once-over with his eyes.]
You sound like shit. [Hey, it's honest.]
What do you need to get off your chest, mate?
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She turns to him when he speaks, and brings her arm up to cross over her chest, to cradle her right. And on her left, a silver bracer. ]
... Are you sure? I'm sure there are others who need it more than I do.
[ ... and then she coughs, to make it that much more convincing. ]
yes this is gr8!!
Where-- where did you get that? Do you work for the Bureau?
[It'd be nice, he thinks, not to be so alone with the knowledge of his home world.]
hell yeah HELL YEAH
And also undeniable is the flicker of relief that flickers across her expression. ]
I do... I'm fairly new to it, but... You--know the Bureau?
[ It's obvious he does, she just... needs to make absolutely sure. ]
YAAAA
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ii!!!
But she has so much to confess. So much she's buried deep inside that it's like she needs another round of antibiotics to flush this disease out. And yet here she is, completely isolated from the inner workings of the island. She's not entirely sure why- she doesn't think she wants to die here, not really, but as the poppies continue to sprout over her body, for a moment she thinks that maybe... maybe she could just rest. Just for a few days.
When Kravitz speaks she doesn't turn to face him. If anyone was to find her, it might as well be him. He's the closest thing she's got to a friend left in this place and she's talked to him all of... 4 or 5 times? It's sad, really. She used to be so much more friendly.]
If it will help you, sure.
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Actually, shit, yes they do. Kravitz looks at her dubiously, raising an eyebrow as he moves to sit by her in the sand.]
I think both of us are in need of some kind of discussion, at this stage. Unless you've got those buried in your skin for fun.
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[She laughs a bit, a dry laugh that then quickly turns into a cough shaking her entire frame, flower petals falling out as she does.]
You look quite a sight yourself. It'd be pretty if it wasn't killing you.
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