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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!

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:

[ ♆ ] 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.

[ ♆ ] 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 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.

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.

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!

January Timeline

[ ♆ ] 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

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[Keith grimaces. It's all too easy to remember the trials weighing on them and the final room that seemed to say 'remember, impulsive rage solves nothing'. He can almost feel the sticky slime and glitter on his skin.]

I think, [He says slowly as he sits a little straighter and smooths his shirt with his good hand. He's not quite as oblivious to Quentin's staring as he is pretending to be. He just doesn't quite process why. Is it the scars? He does have way more than most people do.]

That this is an old punishment for something. Umui was a quarantine and Tempide where they came from...something happened there. I need to go back over my notes of what we found. Have you met Kravitz yet?

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[Nope, Keith. It is not the scars at all. It is the basically everything else.]

An old punishment sounds ominous. And we're just... caught in it somehow?

[Luck? Something more sinister and deliberate than that?]

I don't think I recognize the name.

[Quentin is quiet for a long moment, considering.] ...oh, and in case it decides to become a petunia in my spleen or something, I think you're really pretty. Like just objectively. [A shrug because, facts are facts, and Quentin doesn't see anything weird about acknowledging this.]

[He blinks and his cheeks turn pink. Keith swallows, then ducks his head as the color spreads up to the tips of his ears.] Uh. Thanks.

...and to make sure I don’t cough up flowers over this I’m not used to being told that. I’m still getting used to it from Shiro.

[It takes a moment to compose himself. He really isn’t used to being seen in that light. Except by Shiro and in those cases he is busy seeing how much he can get his fiancé to relax.]

And yeah, we caught it originally from the mass grave we found on Umui. The flowers the dead leave behind are contagious if enough of their remains are airborne. We dig too deep and we’re likely to wake this again.

[Sorry Keith. Quentin smiles almost apologetically, letting the thanks pass without comment. By now he's figured out that Keith may look part fae, but he's not the sort of fae that Quentin is used to in his own world. The rules don't apply.

Besides, Keith blushing is oddly endearing.]

Your... [Keith had referred to him as his fiance, he thinks. He goes with it.] ...fiance is here you said, right? I'd like to meet him sometime. Maybe when I'm not hacking up floral arrangements.

[He frowns at 'mass grave' because that's awful.] So that makes investigating difficult.

Yeah. We're going to need to play it really smart when the island is in range. It all depends on how it has changed since we saw it.

[Keith experimentally rolls his left shoulder. His body responds almost as quickly as it should. So his response time will be up by 4-6 seconds. Good. He nods to himself, then grins.]

Yeah. When we're not all hacking up floral arrangements you should meet Shiro. He's a great guy to know. And watch. He's the pretty one.

[Quentin nods. Got it. Play it smart. Try not to die from horrible terrifying magical diseases. Good times all around.

He spares a grin at that.]

Well he's your fiance, you're supposed to say that.

[But yeah figures, power couple.

He takes a breath now definitely feeling better.] This really helped, Keith. I wasn't doing well at all.

Good. ...and it helped me too. I wasn't doing so great either. [He rests his head against his closed fist.] Guess I've still got a lot of walls up.

I didn't realize how much I was just stuffing down in there. Guess you didn't realize it either, yeah?

[Quentin has the decency to look sheepish at that.]

Guess I didn't. I'm pretty sure I've yelled at Tybalt about doing something similar.

[A shrug and he grins.] Good thing he isn't here to notice.

[It's easier to joke about it now, but wow does he miss his home and his mishmash little foundling family.]

[Keith cracks a smile and lets his hand fall back down to his side. His right arm is semi responsive now but he has to talk to Shiro. He stretches his left arm over his head and winces. The holes.

Damn. He drops his arm and turns to open his pack.] Let’s tend the holes left by those plants or we’ll get some nasty infection.

This place really is the gift that keeps on giving.

[Quentin mutters a curse under his breath that is half fairly traditional fae oak and thorn mixed with a very modern millennial fuck me.]

Probably a good idea. I've gotten better at first aid since I started hanging around with Toby. [He adds, cheerfully.] She can heal from just about anything, but the rest of us still need band-aids sometimes. Or you know, a visit to Duke Torquil's healer when we get shot or stabbed or bitten or worse.

[He hauls the bandages and first aid supplies out while Quentin curses. He tries to remember the last time patched him that wasn't himself or Shiro. It's been...a while.]

We used to have a healer here. Her name was Mercy. After that it's been a few doctors. We mostly tend to ourselves. I have the field training to make sure we don't die.

Okay, shirt off. I'll get you first. [He unrolls the leather strip he keeps his supplies in.]

No dying is a top priority all around.

[Quentin agrees with that one. Really, it's one of his priorities at all time, right under making sure none of the people he loves die.

He nods though, tugging off his shirt and letting loose a morbid little rain of shriveled petal and leaf confetti.]

...still gross. [But at least they seem to have subsided for the moment, at least externally. There are small, bloodied marks across his chest and shoulder, mostly on his left side, starting above his heart and branching out in a vine-like pattern. At least the wounds are relatively small.]

Still gross, [Keith agrees as he opens a small bottle and takes a clean square of linen cloth to the marks. He cleans the wounds with care, pausing to flick away flower bits.]

I always wondered if there everyone got some kind of pattern with meaning to their flowers coming out of their skin. Yours looks sort of like a vine.

[He corks the bottle and opens a small jar. He smears the salve from inside it over the small holes.] Think it means anything?

Probably. That's usually how these things go.

[Faerie, after all, is nothing if not dismayingly symbolic. Why would this place be any different?

He looks down at the pattern on his skin as Keith works at his wounds, considering.]

All tangled up around my heart. Yeah. That feels about accurate. Things were a lot simpler before I met Toby and Raj and Dean and everyone, before I loved the life I have in San Francisco. But... simpler isn't what's important. I'm a better person because of who I've known and what I've learned. I'll be a better king because of it too.

[So tangled up as he feels, he wouldn't change a moment of it.

He tries to hold still while Keith finishes up, paying attention so he can return the favor and do it the right way when it's Keith's turn to play patient.]

[He nods once, accepting the meaning and understanding it. Before he would have been tangled up in his own patterns. Now it just feels like a badge of the truth. Keith unwinds the bandages and sets about wrapping the wounds.]

I used to be really upset at the pattern this disease took on me. I didn’t see myself as the leader. Couldn’t fathom how someone else could see that in me.

[He ties off the bandages.] How does that feel? Not too tight?

Really?

[Here is Quentin surprised.] I mean... I guess that sounds surprising because speaking as a someone else, it's pretty clear to see. But, I think I get it.

[He looks down at himself, nodding.] Feels good. And I'll be fine soon, if I've gotten rid of it. Fae heal fast unless iron is involved.

[A pause.] ...pretend I didn't just tell you my entire race's biggest weakness, okay? [But he trusts Keith so he says this with a grin before gesturing at him.] Your turn. Shirt off.

[Keith laughs as he leans back and pulls his shirt off. He drops it to the side as he says,] You didn’t meet me before when I was just the best friend and second of the team.

And noted. Galra heal fast too and too fast if we get fed a bunch of life energy. Just don’t tell anyone that part either. [His body is covered in scars. The simple scratches of blades or claws. Bite marks and burns. Across his side is a patterning or burns as if the flame that caused it splashed against his side.

His throat has the scar of a monster’s teeth on it. Over the scars is a pattern. Holes at his joints, lines and markings like as if he were a machine. Across his chest the blood has formed a v based on the pattern of holes. Over his back it looks like he should have wings.]

These are all the lights and vents of the Black Lion. You pilot Black, you lead the team. [His right arm looks like a machine from how the flowers follow it down from the middle of his bicep down. He puts his hand over it.] Shiro’s prosthetic used to connect to his body like this.

Not a word, [Quenting promises, but now he's trying to puzzle out what get fed a bunch of life energy entails because it sounds sort of vampire-y. But he'll save that question for later and turn his attention to first aid.

He takes a moment to take in the patterns of wounds on Keith's torso.]

So your flowers grow in a pattern to make sure you can't forget that fact. [That he's the leader, that people are relying on him. Yeah, this place definitely wants to send messages.

Carefully, he goes about cleaning the various little holes and wounds, trying to be gentle about it but trying to stay efficient at the same time. Hopefully he strikes a decent balance.]

[Keith only nods.] And that Shiro means everything. Yeah.

Not things I wanted to think about the first time. [He doesn’t like the patterns now but he can see what they might mean. He traces the flowers mid-bicep.]

...I wonder...I wonder which god made this sickness. I think I know but, what did they do to them to make them so willing to go this far?

[His hand falls back down. To his side as he shakes his head.] Anbaki said the trials were about judging willing participants. Then something happened and we woke up in the trials and has to go through them.

...something isn’t adding up.

[Quentin nods. Not talking would've been worse, right? So not a good time for Keith the first time this came around.]

It's a pretty forceful way of getting people to be honest. Painful too.

[He's still working as he talks. Cleaning, beginning to bandage how he can.]

What isn't adding up? You've been here a lot longer than me. I mostly just feel confused all the time. And it's frustrating. Faerie is messed up, but I grew up in it. I've been raised to know who the players are and what the rules are. This place? I'm just... lost.

That’s the thing. None of the gods remember what happened. It’s as if something tore that memory out of them or is preventing it from being seen.

Some places are warded against Storyteller. [He breathes in slowly, hyper aware of where Quentin is at any given time. He subtly tests the dressings and makes a noise of approval.]

There should be clues. There should be a lot of things. One of the gods is hiding the truth. The question is who stands to gain from that? The only constants before islands started staying was Storyteller, us, and Ensō. Then Water came just recently. Water seems to want answers too but that could be a ploy.

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