Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

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Event Log: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

I. Boaltinn (1st - 3rd) Boaltinn comes around again. A handful of Mirrorbound will remember the holiday from last year, but for others, it will be brand new. In both Residential Districts, bonfires burn in central locations through the night, frequented by the residents celebrating another summer come to Aefenglom. Curiously, while last year the bonfires seemed quite segregated by human or Monster, this year, there is more of a noticeable mix at each, and Mirrorbound are invited to join the games and festivities quite happily. Characters are invited to try and jump through the bonfire's flames to burn away any poor relationship experiences, be it romantic or platonic, past or present; to aid them in this, those at the Eastern Bonfire will give those participating rune-etched accessories to protect them from the fire. The city has quite a bit to offer for this holiday: shared rose baths at public bathhouses and pleasure establishments that increase feelings of friendliness and talkativeness, poles draped in ribbons meant to be danced around, wrapping a ribbon around the pole to bring good luck for the summer, food stalls whose offerings are meant to be shared, and fortune-telling set up by Divination students of the Coven, who can tell your day is going to go. To see last year's Boaltinn prompts, you can take a glance right here! Much of it, including the bonfires, baths, and entertainments will be similar this year, so feel free to use those in your top levels.

II. An Unusual Arrival (3rd on) A full year from the arrival of the first group of Mirrorbound, the 1st passes quietly, with no one showing up in the mirror-lined halls of the Looking-Glass House. Dates and times are important in most kinds of magic, and this is strange enough that some Witches of the Coven get together on the night of the 3rd to try a probing ritual, attempting to gather some kind of clues that could be useful in prying out the cottage's secrets. Boaltinn is the best time for such things, when the boundaries are thinner, and magic is stronger. Those who are awake that night at 3 am might notice a pulse of harmless silvery light that spreads like ripples on water throughout the whole city, originating at the Looking-Glass House, but nothing further happens, and the Coven receives no answers. Well, nothing happens in the Looking-Glass House. Before long, the reports start coming in: people are emerging from mirrors, regular old mundane mirrors, all over the city. Anything with a particularly reflective surface could be an entry point for someone from another world! Inhabited homes, businesses closed and locked for the night, pools of still water in fountains or the river, these unorthodox Mirrorbound pop up anywhere and everywhere, causing chaos for the City Guard (folks aren't happy to find strangers in their bathrooms at 3 in the morning) and the Coven both. Out of nowhere, a glint of light catches your eye; your heart thunders in your ears as your body moves on its own, your mind consumed with inspecting the source. Your reflection stares back at you, just as curious from the surface - a mirror, a pool of water, your most trusted sword, something fleeting that your mind can barely remember - then ripples at your touch. If you are one of these unfortunate arrivals, it's likely a rude awakening for you, to find yourself somewhere inconvenient, somewhere other than where you've been. It only makes sense to be confused. Hopefully someone finds you and explains to you what's happened to you. Resident Mirrorbound will hear a message from Miss Nessie shortly after it begins, a call to arms: "Dears, I'm quite sorry to disturb you, but it seems your fellows are arriving elsewhere than the Looking-Glass House this month! We're trying to track them all down for the usual welcome, but we could use a hand or several! If you could just bring them by the Coven, the usual spot, that would be lovely." She'll give her usual orientation and pass out Watches, but no doubt the Mirrorbound will be more helpful in this regard, with so many arriving.

III. The Goblin Market (All Month) Life goes on in Aefenglom, despite the addition of so many new residents. With the City Guard decidedly busy dealing with the sudden flood of break-ins (or, more accurately, break-outs?), the vendors of the Goblin Market find opportunity to set up their stalls more openly than they have since the crack-downs some months ago. They pop up all over the city, but clustered more often in the Residential Districts and the Harbor District, where there are even fewer law enforcement agents out and about to run them off. These sellers, while not as devoid of morals as those major players of the Black Market, still have very few compunctions when it comes to lying, cheating, fencing stolen goods, and misrepresenting their wares to unsuspecting buyers. It's also the place to find those things that are- not quite legal, shall we say. They won't say a word if you don't. If confronted, they are quick to pack up their things and slip away, however; they know this city and its hiding places a lot better than you do. With a brand new batch of what the natives assume are Mirrorbound, many undergoing rapid transformations into their Monster forms, many of the wares on display are potions: supposed cure-alls for aches and itches, calming draughts for the full moon restlessness, some even claim their brews can halt changes entirely! Some concoctions are meant to increase a Witch's magical ability, or decrease it, or provide them a finer control. They offer potions that they say will eliminate the need for a Bond, or temporary Bonding potions of their own that they claim are more pure, stronger, than the ones offered by the Coven. Claims are only claims, though. A few remedies for the pain of changing or some regular temporary Bonding potions can be found here and there, but for every potion that works, there are twenty more that have less than pleasant side effects. A brew that will cause everything you touch to turn to solid gold for up to an hour; a potion that will invert your sense of direction - trying to turn right will make you turn left, trying to go forward will cause you to walk backward; a potion that will remove all traction from your feet, causing you to slide around as if cobblestone are the slickest ice. Worse, some shadier vendors sell things more sinister, including a potion that gives you the appearance of being moderately to heavily infected by the Cwyld. Even if you don't drink any, the vendors are not at all careful where they're sloshing those bottles around, trying to show them off, and they all activate on skin contact.

IV. A Wilde Hunt (7th - 22nd) All Mirrorbound, temporary or not, are likely to feel it. Monsters are always affected by the full moons, but this month, it is more. Stronger. Instincts rise to the surface as the Sisters emerge full and visible in the night sky, and for many Mirrorbound, they are undergoing rapid transformations into whatever type of Monster they are meant to be. Curiously, the natives get along like they usually do, noticing nothing out of the norm, other than the increased agitation and restlessness from Mirrorbound Monsters. Monsters' aggression fades when the Sisters start to wane, but as the new moons approach on the 22nd, Mirrorbound Witches will notice their magical reserves overfilling, and will find themselves stricken with the overwhelming urge to use it, until casting spells, pushing one's magical limits, is almost a compulsion. Those who are not in proper Witch-Monster Bonds will feel it even stronger, with no stabilizing magic to consume (for Monsters) or avenues to expend magic (for Witches) other than casting spells. (For those who are interested, the Coven does offer temporary Bonding potions which can be used to help alleviate the effects somewhat.) The Coven Witches notice the signs, and they take decisive action on the morning of the 6th, the day before the full moons. So many Mirrorbound, likely to be so heavily affected by the lunar cycle this month, many of them coming into new features and abilities at a breakneck pace, only spells danger for the city. They barricade off a massive chunk of Wilde outside Aefenglom, largely free of Cwyld and totally bereft of farms, homes, and Wilder outposts. They invite anyone who feels the effects of the moons too strongly to control to come out for a Hunt. The hunting grounds will be open nightly to anyone who needs to work off restless energy or overflowing magic; all participants will be warned that their safety cannot be guaranteed from others, but they won't be able to harm bystanders out here. The woods are thick, with the river cutting through them, and full of wildlife. There is room to run and chase prey, or room to play with your developing magic. Play cat and mouse with your friends or Bondmates, or stalk a stranger. If playing games isn't your thing, there is something else to hunt out here as well. With the deep Wilde entering into Winter, this patch of land so close to the city is much warmer, and fearsome Shades have emerged to search for prey. These were once living beings, Monsters, Witches, or animals, who have been overtaken by Cwyld infection long ago, leaving them dead but for the infection, white-eyed and seeking out sources of magic to consume and infect. Anything could become a Shade, but the most common out right now are the ferocious remains of bears, wolves, and nomadic Arachne and Turnskins. If not killed, these Shades threaten the people of the Outer City, when they inevitably escape the barricade. Careful to limit your contact, though; anyone infected upon their return to the gates will be escorted straight to the infirmary.

Welcome to May's Fourth Wall event, An Inauspicious Arrival! The comms are now open to comments from all registered users and will be until June 1st. Current players, if you don't want fourth wall characters tagging your posts, just say so in your text. Fourth wall characters can use this post for their own network top-levels, or this post for log top levels. This event is game canon; threads from this fourth wall can be used as application samples later and current players may use these threads for AC. As always, be courteous to each other! Let the mod team know if there are any problems and we will handle things.

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babe

[redload]

[no gunshow—not yet, anyway—as dante clambers out of his little spot in ruined debris heaven. it takes him a moment to stretch his back, and move his head from side to side, as if stretching. he's rubbing his jaw with a hand as he walks on over towards his sword, just about pausing when the pink-haired woman points a gun at him.]

[it's gonna be that way, huh?]

I'm going to have to thank you for finding it.

[an easy shrug and a raise of a brow. slowly, he puts his hands up to show that other than the gloves on his hands, he's not armed.]

Quite impressive, isn't it?

[the sword.]

[sparkstrikes]

[The way he so nonchalantly climbs out of the wreckage like that only gives her a reason to grip the weapon tighter, but as both of his feet hit the ground in front of her, her trigger finger loosens. Reflexes are reflexes, and she isn't about to shoot a helpless man in the forehead.

Her eyes roam over the sword, taking it in, before they flit back to him and his raised hands, a brow raising in retort to his.]

Sure. But I've seen better.

[Has she? Not really. That's definitely the biggest sword she's ever seen.]

You trying to tell me you had no idea where it was?

[redload]

[she would be in for a surprise if she shot him in the forehead, that much is for sure. her taking things casual and with no further shock past the initial surprise earns her a mouthy grin, stretching from ear to ear, and dante's putting his hands down now that he's ascertained that she isn't as trigger happy as other women he knows.]

Doubt it.

[—dante counters, putting hand to the hilt and curling his fingers around it. with an easy heave, he picks it up and does nothing but to swing it about in a lackadaisical manner. he is more than aware that she could still shoot him, but it doesn't make him not turn his back towards her in the most relaxed of ways.]

It slipped from my hand. [and now he's clipping it onto his back, easy as can be. he looks at her from over his shoulder.] Your pretty yelling led me right back to it.

[sparkstrikes]

Hard to miss, but glad I could help.

[Is she, though?

Lightning packs away her sword along with his, no longer feeling threatened, besides the one presented to her pride when he quips back at her. There was nothing pretty about her yelling, thank you very much, and the comment has her storming past him, boots stomping, until she stops in front of Dante to take a look at the damage he's done to the side of this innocent person's home.

Or his.

One look over her shoulder confirms that he does strike her as someone who would strike a sword through his own wall, accidental or not. Then again, anyone who reminds her even the slightest of someone else she knew would leave that kind of impression on her. Chummy. Tch.

Then again, she is trying not to let first impressions make all the decisions for her.

A brow shoots up when she gestures to the broken wall with a pointed expression.]

This yours?

[redload]

Nope.

[the response is easy, uncaring, as dante frowns and swuints and moves his expression about; he's massaging his chin still, because motherfucker, nero packed a punch before sending him into the middle of fucking nowhere through a dimension in time and space, he bets. it would make sense if it had.]

[he raises his head to look back at her though, with a dopey smile on his expression, kind of like he really enjoys her paying attention to him.]

[always a ladies man.]

Some bloke's going to wake up with the worst news, I bet. [a tilt of his head] I do feel bad about that.

[sparkstrikes]

[A huff of laughter escapes her.]

Cross that bridge when you get there. I'm sure he isn't the only one.

[With the number of people she's seen emerging out of pools or crashing through mirrors into ladies' bathrooms, she's certain that whoever owns this very unlucky wall will have heard the news before they discover that it's broken. How that happened... well, that'll be Dante's story to tell, won't it?

At least there's some remorse on his part for plunging his sword through it. +1 to Dante.

And with that, Lightning feels a little bad, too. It's far from the same reasons he does, but maybe her first impression was a little too harsh for someone who'd just ended up in another universe, in someone else's home. There will be absolutely no saying that out loud, of course.

She makes a sharp half-turn on her heel, eyes falling onto his hands at his chin.]

You need some ice for that? I think I know a place.