lifeaftr | February Undercurrent: Behind the Curtain

February Undercurrent: Behind the Curtain

FEBRUARY UNDERCURRENT

Who: Everyone!
What: A sea of clouds in the moonlight...
When: February 3rd to February 15th
Where: The Floating Islands above Ensō
Warnings: Please mark anything as it comes up!

The Earth is Spinning

Far above all your heads, suspended impossibly over Ensō, there is a scattered collection of strange floating islands. Almost two years ago, adventurers had the opportunity to visit them when the heat of the phoenix-sun of LifeAftr burned away the clouds that shielded them. This time, it will be Water that gusts those clouds to the side - clouds are, after all, a form of water. Once more, these islands will become accessible. Just like before, all islands are accessible via mana pool - but those of you capable of flight will be able to reach them without needing those helping hands.

Additionally, the islands will be hanging very low over Ensō, casting noticeable shadows over much of the landmass, and parts of them will be trailing to the ground. Ladders, long tresses of ivy and vines, and ropes hang off the edges of these islands to brush against Ensō's floor, to make for easy climbing. You might also find that some of these trailing protrusions might take a more...active approach. If someone walks by, you might very well find yourself grabbed by these vines or ladders and more or less hoisted up to the floating islands, whether that was your intention or not. It's almost like they want you up there, for whatever reason.

This time, these islands will not be subject to the whims and desires of the islanders. The landscape will not shift to accommodate your memories and thoughts. This time, when travelers reach the islands, they will find that they have formed into four distinct locations. Each of the four islands are separate and more or less their own small patch of land, visible but quite isolated from all the rest.

Just like before, the mana pools will be more than slightly glitchy for the duration of this event - it is entirely possible that someone simply attempting to travel by them, or stay near them to rejuvenate their energies will find themselves whisked up into the landmasses hovering in the sky. It seems that these islands have an inherent effect on the mana pool network.

The Water will communicate to all adventurers in whatever way possible that they are strongly advised to visit the islands above, if they seek answers. Those who pass near bodies of water on any island will likely hear the Water's quiet urging to do just that. Though even if they don't listen, there's every chance that they might end up there anyway!

So what are the islands up here like, this go around? Funny you should ask...

The Island of Stone This first island is the biggest of the five, and also the most central. It is the one you are most likely to end up upon if you travel here by accident. Much of it is comprised of a terrain of earth and stone. The upper clouds frequently gust through the area, lending it a strange and otherworldly look.

Immediately behind the mana pool, travelers will see a large carving mounted on a stone dais. It appears to be in the shape of a bear, carved from oak wood. Its eyes are set with a pair of emeralds. Below it is written a name: ZEMJIN.

On this island, travelers will find what essentially amounts of a great deal of building blocks. Almost all of them are different types of earth and rock - from sandstone to fired clay to granite to obsidian to even some of your less common materials, such as iron or titanium or gold - and a great variety of sizes and shapes.

Each of these blocks defy ordinary size and weight restraints; as long as they remain on the island, virtually anyone can pick them up and move them around as you please, regardless of how much you should be capable of lifting. You can build tall structures of diamond or small huts from marble - the only limit is your imagination!

Well, that and reason. If any of your building materials fall off the island, they'll almost immediately dissipate into nothingness. However, there's nothing stopping you from building a bridge to another island...and that'd work, too.

The Island of Color This island is one of the most striking, as once one sets foot on it, they will note that it's almost entirely devoid of color. At least, all the solid parts of it are. The island hosts broad boulders, grassy meadows, beautiful trees...but they're all in shades of gray and white, save for the spot just behind the mana pool.

There, travelers will see a small statue mounted on a stone dais. It appears to be in the shape of a seal, a delicate shape made from expertly carved and polished sunstone. All around it, bright golden marigold flowers are in full bloom. Below it is written a name: JARUSKA.

Further inspection reveals that the island isn't entirely colorless. In fact, all over the island, one can find deep wells that look as though they might contain water. Instead, they contain color, in every shade imaginable. One simply has to lower the bucket into the well, concentrating on the color they'd like to see, and when hoisting it up, they'll find it filled to the brim with it. The wells are lined with buckets and primitive, oddly skeletal tools with which one can use to decorate this island to their heart's desire.

Fill in the empty outlines! Use inks and powders to breathe new life into this monochrome land! The entire space is your blank canvas, and you don't even have to indulge in conventionality - you can very well make the grass pink and the trees blue if you like.

The only real drawback is the capacity of these colors to stain. They're rather inconveniently bright and tend to glow, and only sustained scrubbing will remove them. The color tends to bleed into whatever you touch, if you don't do a thorough enough job of washing all that away, even if you depart this place.

What's more? You can use these colors to paint new structures into place. You can paint new trees, new flowers, new anything of any color you like. Such as, say...a bridge to another island.

The Island of Stars This island is among the most striking, and will probably be quite visible from a distance. Once one sets foot upon it, it'll be obvious why: the landscape here looks like an inverted night sky. The ground is a deep, swirled pool of blues and purples and blacks, stippled with bright pinpricks. It looks very much like you're standing on the night sky itself.

Immediately behind the mana pool, travelers will see a small statue mounted on a stone dais. It is in the shape of a turtle, an artfully crafted likeness made from the deep indigo blue of polished iolite. Thready blooms of red-and-green tillandsia sprout about it in colorful abandon. Below it is written a name: TSAMAYAR.

All around this island, twisting pathways, roads, and tunnels unravel in and around the starry landscape. Some are simplistic, and look like they are made of ordinary (if strangely celestial) gravel. Others are made of dark, paved stone. Still others look a little like they're cobbled with fancier materials, such as polished obsidian or marble.

And all over, you'll be able to find a vast collection of rather primitive but nonetheless fully functional bicycles, scooters, skateboards, and other forms of self-powered travel. And unlike any of the other islands, if you manage to get these vehicles off the island somehow, and back to Ensō fully intact? You can keep them.

It's no Rainbow Road, but it can make for a beautiful place to ride a bike, take a load off, and simply take in the sights. And, at some point, you might realize that you recognize some of the stars set into the ground. Maybe some of them are constellations you know. And what could that mean, exactly...?

The Island of Webs The final island is the most mysterious, and potentially the most off-putting. It's thick with mist and fog, and almost everything is dead and black, as though all of its color has been sapped away. Only this place doesn't have any colorful pools of ink and dyes to bring luster and life back to its scenery; it is simply bereft.

Immediately behind the mana pool, travelers will see a small statue mounted on a stone dais. It appears to be in the delicate likeness of a spider that has been carved from the rainbow blue-greens of labradorite. All around the statue, heavy twines of ivy have climbed up along the dais and threaded around the spider's legs. Below it is written a name: OSORU.

The most obvious and probably unnerving aspect of this island are the thick webs that hang from almost every surface. Almost everything is draped in limp, dead trailings of a whitish material that seems almost silklike. It isn't sticky; travelers can touch and handle it easily, to no ill effect. More unsettling is likely to be the buildings that can be found on this place - for they are all almost certainly ones that many of you will recognize.

The Storyteller's Temple. Chunks of the city of Ai'tuoh. A windmill from Nuidan. Parts of the sunken city of Tempide, and so many others. All structures that were found in LifeAftr in varying stages of ruin - now in pristine condition. They look as neat and tidy as if they were just constructed, though all are empty.

Perhaps even worse is the fact that those weblike strands seem to have a life of their own. As the days progress, they start to slither toward the island's very edge, straining to try and reach the other islands. You can help them, if you wish, by building or painting bridges between those islands and this one. Because, as it happens, this appears to be what this place wants more than anything - to draw all these separate pieces together, into one cohesive whole.

If you wish to fully uncover the secrets of this island, please let us know if you are interested in NPC interaction in the subject line of your top-level.

Your Eyes are Shining in the Glittering Light

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 February'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 Monthly Rundown post!

February Timeline

[ ♆ ] February 1st: "Free Real Estate" begins and lasts until February 5th
[ ♆ ] February 3rd: "Behind the Curtain" begins and lasts until February 15th
[ ♆ ] February 6th: "No Yan is an Island" begins and lasts until February 12th
[ ♆ ] February 13th: "A Rainbow, Not a Painbow" begins and lasts until February 29th
[ ♆ ] February 16th: "The Sound Resounds" begins and lasts until February 27th

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[Hm. She's not entirely sure she has a decent answer for that - she very rarely has a solid reason for doing anything, she is prone to wander freely most days - and even if she did, it would take more words than she knows. With the rain coming down, she's left her notebook tucked away where it's safe.

For lack of anything better to offer, she spreads her arms and spins around, wobbling slightly in the mud beneath her feet.]

Water. Waaaater.

I see...

[ There sure is a lot of water. But it’s also not entirely normal water, so he hopes, at least, that the effects won’t spell trouble in the future.]

I suppose it’s nice, after all the warm weather. [ And he’s sitting out here, too, foregoing his usual fussiness in favor of the magic properties of this rain.]

[She nods agreeably. Yes, yes, it's quite nice- and relaxing, besides. There's just something about the pitter-patter of it splashing against the ground... usually when she hears a sound she likes, her first instinct is to commit it to memory, to mimic later. This, though? She's content to just quietly enjoy it.

...Oh! But his being here reminds her that she has a message to deliver, so she looks up at him with a bright-eyed expression, and chirps in Crowley's voice,]

Have you lost your flaming sword again?

[ Aziraphale’s smile quickly fades into a confused frown, taking a moment to process the sudden smack of familiarity in that voice and parse it along with it’s messenger and the subject of the message. But he’s soon past the confusion, settling into a rather deadpan expression.

Of course.]

I assume that means you’ve met Crowley.

[ The angel adores him, really. ]

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[She chirps proudly, again using his voice,]

I give up. You win.

[Congrats on your guess! Will you feel better knowing he let her troll him?]

[ Of course she did. And of course he had immediately stirred some trouble, purposefully to irritate him.

Of course, the demon is in trouble. Well-- a little bit in trouble. Probably. Recent events may sway the demon's luck. ]

Of course.

What else did he say to you?

[What, he wants a list now? She chirps, tilting her head to one side. There isn't much else to share, but she does offer an incredulous sounding exclamation, one she happily repeats, because she loves the way it sounds.]

Wot. Wot. Wot!

[ He stops. And he blinks. And while he’s the last person to who should say anything about it, considering his own brand of fake Britishness, he still almost laughs as she goes about her little, hum, song. He stifles a laugh with a gentle cough and clear of the throat.]

Ahem. Right. Yes. That does sound like him.

[She beams and claps her hands together.]

You could say I'm a mimic.

[That one's Crowley, too.]

[ Okay, he’s amused, Is that what he’s calling himself now, he thinks about saying, but maybe he’ll ask Crowley about that later.]

Indeed you are. The both of you.

I take it you two got along?

[A thoughtful trill. She hadn't quite been a fan of the giant snake bit, but he didn't eat her; rather, he gave her pie and then they played a game with bullet sounds, which was pretty fun. Overall a positive experience?]

Get into trouble!

[Probably the most effective summary of their interaction.]

[ He'd seen him take his snake form in that one other island, although he has no idea what the demon had been up to. Some sort of mischief, is what he'd assume just by virtue of it being Crowley. ]

Oh, of course. [ Obviously. He almost roles his eyes, but his look is fond. ]

Hopefully not too much trouble?

[A big, feathery-armed shrug. What counts as too much? They survived it, so it must have been okay.]

My bad.

[ Alright, fine, he’s amused.]

I see.

[ For a moment, he thinks. Then:]

Well...I think it’s only fair we send him a message too, isn’t it?

[She tilts her head quizzically. Message? What message?]

I can send a Message.

Yes, you can, can't you? Lets see, what should it be...

[ He's not as quick witted as Crowley when it comes to pranks - I mean, Messages -, but he's sure there's some way they can mess with him. Gently. ]

[She scoots a bit closer to him, eager and attentive, always ready to be taught new phrases.]

What should it be...

[ Aziraphale thinks, even scratching at his chin, giving him a rather dramatic flair, like he isn't simply trying to come up with something to make the demon roll his eyes. ]

Ah. I know.

If he ever tries to rope you into more of his silly shenanigans, you simply say: That's not very nice of you, Crowley.

[ Lame message, but that's hardly the main point of it. ]

Got that?

That's not very nice of you, Crowley.

[She's got it! She even offers him a feathery thumbs up. Now she just has to wait for the (inevitable) appropriate moment to tell him he's doing a very not-nice thing. Or maybe even if he isn't. She's all for this wacky message back-and-forth they've got going on.]

Wonderful. [ Well, he's definitely pleased. He's almost sorry he will probably not be around when it happens. He would so like to see Crowley's face when he hears it. ]

Now, we should probably get out from under this rain.

[Alas, if only photos were a thing here. At his suggestion though, she chirps agreeably, holding a hand out. Lead her back? The rain feels nice, but... yeah, she's a bit waterlogged. In Ginko's voice:]

Sounds like a good plan.

[ Oh, he doesn't need a photo. He's sure he'll hear about it when he sees him again.

Aziraphale stands, though he pauses when she reaches out. Then he smiles, finding the gesture quite adorable.

He takes her hand, a wing held over himself still, and one held over here, as if they aren't already soaked. ]

Should you go back to your caretakers?

[Have a pleasant chirp and a gentle squeeze of his hand. Of course! Home she goes. Or what counts as home these days, at least. She tucks herself close to him as they walk, eyes lifted in awe at the wing above her. She likely won't stop staring at it much until they part ways.]

[ He doesn't quite know where she lives, but he'll take whatever guidance she can offer, keeping her needlessly covered from the rain. They're both soaked, anyway, but that's alright. It's refreshing, and he's not really concerned.

As they walk, he glances down at her, catching her stare toward his wing. ]

I suppose it may look a bit odd.

[ Another pause, as he thinks. ]

Say, do you know what an angel is?

[Her head tilts curiously at him, her expression showing curiosity but no recognition. What's an angel?]

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