lifeaftr | March Undercurrent: Lost Connections

MARCH UNDERCURRENT

Who: Everyone!
What: We remember those lost, and connect with one another
When: March 3rd to March 19th
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: Please mark anything as it comes up!

From Stardust to God

Those months since the Water's introduction to you all have been...tumultuous, haven't they? These two gods have more or less been trying to consistently undermine each other, and you all have been caught in the middle of it - whether or not you wanted to be! Kind of a miserable state of being to be stuck in, right?

All that is going to change.

For the duration of this particular month, both the Storyteller and the Water will be operating under a tentative ceasefire as they commit their efforts to one singular, joint goal:

They wish to remember those who have been lost. Those who have left the archipelago, those who have died, those who have come and gone, those who you lost in your homes...and these gods will be, also, commemorating those who they have lost.

This commemoration will be facilitated with the use of memorials and offerings to those long past.

The Storyteller will provide you with materials to craft paper lanterns that can be illuminated and sent sailing into the ocean waters. They can be decorated with colorful paper, cut designs, and so forth. The Water will guide the currents to allow the lanterns to drift to...wherever it is they need to go. You can send as many lanterns as you like, and as many nights as you like. The skies will always be clear, and the water will always guide them to the horizon, where they eventually fade from view...

Both the Storyteller and the Water will be available for discussion for the duration of this event.

The Highs We Trade for the Lows

This month isn't only about remembering what's been past. To conjure Ai'tuoh back to the archipelago, it will also entail that all of you do some reflecting on what has been lost in your lives, and sharing in that pain together. This may be a somber month for some of you, or it may be an introspective one.

At any point during this event, your character may wake to discover that one or more thin threads of colorful light appears to be emanating from their chest and trailing through the empty air. These threads cannot be removed or influenced in any fashion; attempting to grab at them will simply cause one's hands to phase uselessly through them, as though they are ethereal constructs of some sort.

The purpose of these strands of light might not immediately be apparent, but if you spend enough time observing your fellow islanders, it might get a bit clearer. Each tether connects you to someone else - someone who has a pain similar to your own. Should you follow your tether to whoever it has linked you to, you may find yourself compelled to comfort or relate to the other party. This compulsion can honestly vary, from a gentle nudge to a sudden impulse and anything in between. There may or may not be a subtle pressure on your thoughts that may help you discern what you might have in common with this other person, whoever they might be.

This facet of this event is completely opt-in, naturally, and we encourage you to interpret this however you like. What counts as shared pain? It can be as literal or as figurative as you like. Whether characters underwent the same events in this game or another, or whether there are certain parallels you wish to explore within certain canons or across multiple ones...or if you just want your character to have a nice sit down and talk about their problems for once, the choice is yours. Your character can be connected to as many others as you like - there is no limit to how many characters you can share any related trauma with!

Should you choose to reflect on that which you have endured, and the shared pain of others, what follows is fairly intuitive. The tether binding you together will fade, though hopefully a stronger bond will be forged, and ideally you'll all feel better afterward...but that's not necessarily a given, now, is it?

This is No Place Like Home

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!

March Timeline

[ ♆ ] March 1st: "The Return of Your Special Lifting Friend" begins and lasts until March 10th
[ ♆ ] March 3rd: "Lost Connections" begins and lasts until March 19th
[ ♆ ] March 12th: "Spring Forth" begins and lasts until March 21st
[ ♆ ] March 20th: Ai'tuoh returns to the archipelago
[ ♆ ] March 22nd: "The Happy Hang Glider Vacation Society" begins and lasts until March 31st

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"You talking to the one male that could literally know all of everyone's business if he really wanted to."

Hurray for Tirsani abilities. Not. It was bad enough living in his own head without the addition of other people's issues or arrogance.

"No idea. The last time I was attached to someone it seemed like there was some connected experience of some sort that we needed to share to be released. And, as you can probably minsid guess, they weren't happy experiences."

Crowley's head tilts to the side to look over at Jules, a look of half-disbelief on his face.

"What, are you some sort of empath? Another god?" he scoffed, plucking his sunglasses from his face and using them to point at his own golden eyes, the eyes of a serpent. "You don't look like a demon, I would know."

Jules glowing red ones come to rest on Crowley. They stay red long enough to be noticed before flicking to the traditional Andarion color of solid white with a thin red rim and then flicking again to a muddy hazel color with a red rim before returning to the original red.

"I'm called a minsid demon back home. Was ever since I was born. But no. I'm just an Andarion with enough fucked up DNA to wind up getting Trisani powers by accident."

"I stand corrected." he sighs, putting his own shades back on with an almost disappointed look. Crowley's only met one other demon he didn't hate, and it was here, on this island.

"I can't say I know what any of those words mean, mate. So I'm not judging."

"Not corrected. I'm only a demon in name because I'm hated that much. Empath is probably more accurate."

That would doesn't quite sound right to Jules' ears though. It makes him sound too much like he cares. While he does, deep down, that's not a persona he makes a point of showing off.

"Andarion is my primary race. I get the joy of being a hybrid being thanks to a human father. The Trisani were a human race with pretty big time psychic powers. They were pretty much all decimated. My mix of human and Andarion DNA is what caused a procedure meant to just save my life to give me the addition of Trisani abilities as well."

This all sounds like a bunch of science-fiction to Crowley, and had it maybe been playing for him on a large screen with many special effects and a bit more drama, he might have been into it... but frankly, it was a lot of words, and any time Crowley was subject to a long explanation, he mostly tuned out. Nothing personal, of course, he tunes out his own partner half of the time, also. But, Crowley did think he got the gist of it, at the very least.

"Right. Well... demon in name alone doesn't seem like a connected experience. I mean, I'm... literally a demon. A shit one, if you asked anyone in hell, but I was good at my job before it all went pear-shaped. That's no secret, mind you, everyone whose anyone knows that story. Well... on Earth, anyways."

Because it probably is pretty close. Jules has yet to find another person who lives somewhere that space travel is a typical thing, let alone such a huge part of society like it is where Jules is from.

"I think they're looking for something a little more personal than just that. Some loss or betrayal or deep emotional pain or some such crap."

If there's one thing Jules is confident of it's that all of this insanity only ever happens to torment them. The best way to torment someone? Poke at their partially or unhealed wounds. Nothing would ever be easy.

"Really wish I knew where Earth was..."

It's mentioned a lot, and Jules has no freaking clue where the planet might even be located. It's certainly not anywhere near the United Systems or he would know about it. How far away was the minsid place?

Space travel was irrelevant. Crowley helped create the universe, himself, he just wasn't familiar with all that lived within it. And maybe when it came to loss, that's what the island wanted. Crowley hesitated, trying to think on the subject a bit more. He didn't necessarily miss heaven, but there was a chance...

"Well, used to be an angel... not that it was very different." he muttered, "Oh- it's in the Virgo cluster." This was funny, because Earth itself was a Libra.

[ooc: sorry for my unforgivable slowness ;-; i'm having... A Time.]

"An angel?"

He was vaguely aware that angels were something related to specific religions, but neither Andarion religion has them. Thankfully he has PhD level knowledge of Triosan and human culture, so at least he knows a bit about human relgions.

"If I had my minsid ship or even a damn working link I could figure out where that was in relation to the United Systems."

((Have no fear! I think we're all going through A Time to one extent or another at the moment. I do not mind the slowness at all, and if it makes you feel any better, your actually the fastest tagger out of anyone I'm playing with right now.

On a different note, I can't for the life of me remember what topic we decided was going to be their shared issue for the strings.))

"Never heard the term 'fallen angel' before? Where else would demons come from?" he shrugged, "But really, hell is just a crappy sequel to heaven, with a way lower budget. Two sides of the same coin. Who bloody gets to decide what's good and evil anyways?"

Crowley pinches his brow in irritation, he hadn't meant to ramble, but he's still feeling this whole thread thing out, anyway. He'll keep talking until it disappears at this rate. It all seems meaningless to Jules in the end.

"Don't know of a place called the United Systems, or I'd help. Helped make the bloody universe but can't tell you what half of it's named... at least outside of Earth. Can't expect two different planets to use the same technology. It's a wonder we're both speaking English."

[ooc: I checked my messages and it seems we agreed on "losing home or not fitting in with anything" so take ur pick <3]

"You're not talking to a human. We have different religions. There's no such thing as angels and demons in either Andarion religion. We don't use the words heaven or hell either, and I'd put good creds on the fact that Tophet isn't the same place as your hell even though they're probably parallel in most ways."

He has to wonder about the whole fallen angel bit. He didn't study a lot about human religions. More politics. Trisani religion sure, but that wasn't the same as Triosan ones. Fallen he can puzzle out, and if angel is presumably some kind of divine being of some sort...

"The United Systems is a hell of a lot more than just one planet, but whatever. And I figure that's more a benefit of this place. I know a lot of languages, but English isn't one I necessarily recall hearing of."

((Ah, right! I think Jules could jump on the whole "fallen angel" thing to get to either of those really. If Crowley brings it up again, or even if it flickers through Crowley's mind in association with himself, it'll be enough for Jules to question it.))

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