☆ Event: Fright Night

[moustre]

Event Log: October, Fright Night

I. The Mist It starts in the middle of the night. As the bells chime for 3 am, a slow fog creeps across the city from all four cardinal directions, swirling low to the ground, shining purplish in the light of the twin moons. It goes without notice for a while, an oddity, easily brushed off as too much rain and the changing temperatures turning it to mist over the cobblestones. The first ones to get caught up in it are the night workers, the drunks leaving the bars, the sailors returning to their ships, anyone out on the streets when it begins. In most cases, the effects are not instantaneous - it takes a little time to sink in before… a. The Transformations Even if you don’t find yourself out on the streets in the middle of the night, the mist creeps its way into buildings through cracks and openings, until exposure is almost guaranteed for everyone in Aefenglom, and even some just outside the Bright Wall in the Outer City. Though a lucky few, Mirrorbound and citizens alike, will find themselves wholly unaffected by the substance and will retain their physical forms and their own right minds, many more find themselves bent to its whims, changing in ways that could never have been predicted. There is little rhyme or reason to what changes occur or how - some simply wake with new parts, uncomfortable, while others run from their homes, panicking as wings tear painfully out of their backs or claws burst forth from their hands. The mist does not discriminate. Humans and Witches find themselves gaining the parts of Monsters, or even creatures that live outside the Wall. Monsters gain parts that don’t match up to their species - Arachne with wings or gills, Turnskin with antlers and Merrow tails, Puca with the teeth and claws of predators or the horns of unicorns or the scales of lizards, such strange sights become more and more common as morning approaches slowly. Mirrorbound may find that they can even gain the features and mannerisms of creatures from their home worlds. It all seems to happen wholly at random. These parts may not even last; plenty of citizens lose their new additions after just hours, only to gain new ones in the meanwhile. In the dark, wee hours of the morning, the city erupts into chaos. b. Widespread Chaos There’s no chance of peace tonight. Some may be lucky enough to escape the mists or its effects somehow, but the vast majority of the city hasn’t -- and it’s telling, from the sounds of people in the streets, that no one’s particularly happy about the turn of events. Many are in pain, many are blind with panic and upset. How could this happen? What’s going on? Many of the shouts attribute blame to the Coven allowing the practice of at-times experimental magics, while others turn it into anti-Monster sentiment, claiming the Monster population wants them all to suffer the way they do. Other tinfoil-hat-ists spread their conspiracy theories loudly, laying the blame squarely on Dorchacht - retribution for the Monsters the Mirrorbound stole from their city. This is an attack, they shout! The actual truth remains to be seen, however. There are plenty who don’t care about the truth and pay little attention to the rumors. They’re opportunists at heart, and a city in chaos is good for lining pockets. Some less-affected and less-moral citizens take to the streets of the Shopping and Aristocratic districts, throwing rocks through windows, banging down doors, looting shops and the houses of the wealthy of whatever valuables they can carry with them. Even a gang of kids from one of the orphanages in the Harbor District, sporting their own mismatched new features, can be spotted roaming the city, looting stores and homes, stealing from people incapacitated in the streets. They can’t pass up an opportunity when they have so little to begin with. c. State of Emergency Parliament, in contact with the Coven, is quick to declare a state of emergency in Aefenglom. A magical announcement rings out all through the city, loud and impossible to miss. Those who can keep it together are called upon to help find some sort of order before things devolve too badly and more damage is done than can be fixed. People will get hurt if things continue like this, they could even be looking at casualties. Those who have learned healing magic are asked to report to makeshift first aid stations scattered around the city to help those dealing with more violent, bloody transformations. Anyone with prior law enforcement experience are tasked with helping contain and stop the looting and the muggings. More still are called to try and figure out some way to get rid of the mist, or reverse its effects. None of the assignments are mandatory, plenty are unable to assist as they deal with their own afflictions, but any help is greatly appreciated.

II. Damage Control The chaos of the first night dies down somewhat by noon the next day. The air of forgiveness and cleaning up for the new year that was present at the beginning of the month is gone as the violet mist still spreads, wreaking havoc with the citizens of Aefenglom. Human citizens take it worse than the Monster half of the city, but one of the side-effects hits the Monster community harder. It quickly becomes apparent that the effects of this never-before-seen magic are not only physical. Fights break out over anything from minor slights to things worth fighting about, blossoming from a few thrown punches to all-out brawls that spill into the streets. Anger and agitation increase in most affected citizens, and you can cut the tension in the air with a knife. Relief efforts have to be redirected. Some can keep it together just enough to go about their daily lives as best they can with their new ‘additions’, but others rapidly start to lose their minds in ferality, even those with strong Witch-Monster Bonds. Miss Nessie is quick to whip the Coven into action to help preserve the peace as much as possible. There isn’t enough room to contain so many feral citizens, but they try to make do. All available Mirrorbound, Witch and Monster, who are able and want to help contain the people of Aefenglom or each other are taught a simple knock-out spell, or given slips of paper enchanted with the same, to literally knock some sense into the ferals. It won’t hurt them in the long term, but it will give them a time-out and help pull their minds out of their pits of animal instinct. Plenty of citizens will be thankful for this. That doesn’t mean everyone is happy to see the Mirrorbound around town. They may notice that they get more scowls while they’re out and about, more whispers and dirty looks. They come from humans the most, but especially the wealthier people of the city, dealing with their own share of terrible transformations, who mutter under their breaths words like, “Knew they would bring trouble with them. Knew it right from the start.” Known Mirrorbound may find themselves being kicked out of higher class shops in the Shopping District, or even spit on in the streets. Poorer citizens, especially Monsters, see things differently, however: they’ve seen the refugees from Dorchacht, they know what was done for some of their kind. They’ll admit that the Mirrorbound have brought trouble with them, but a little trouble isn’t always a bad thing - sometimes you’ve got to shake things up and disturb the status quo. Though they’re dealing with bizarre changes and an increased risk of going feral, they have faith that the Mirrorbound will help solve this problem. Of course, this difference in opinion just means both sides argue louder and fight harder.

III. The Refugees For those who’d found themselves rehomed, mostly Monsters and what few Witches came with, this is not what they had expected from a “full moon”. They’d been warned that certain urges would be stronger, that magic could wax and wane like the moons themselves, but this? This rampant disorder, the odd turning present in so many citizens and Mirrorbound alike, the Coven and Parliament’s bid on attempting some sort of damage control--? Is this what they left Dorchacht for, from one far too controlling city to one that didn’t seem to have any control at all? They aren’t in chains, at least. They can choose their Bonds if they’d like one. But it’s put them on edge enough that some linger by the docks, both wanting to leave to someplace “safe” in their eyes and wishing to stay. The latter wins out in most cases, seeking to help the Mirrorbound as they were helped themselves, though they may be suffering from the mists themselves... oddly, they seem to be more aware of themselves in a way that the natives are not, likely learned behavior leftover from Dorchacht to keep themselves in check; the compulsion spell had only helped compulsion, after all, there’d been a genuine want to remain secure and safe in their minds even with the situation as it was. Unfortunately, there’s plenty of locals who see the refugees as part of the problem -- before the Mirrorbound, before Dorchacht, Aefenglom had been fine, and in continuing these thoughts, they’re not... the friendliest to outsiders. Some are more likely to retaliate violently with new-found additions to their physiology and skillset when the refugees attempt to help, with whispers, conspiracy theories, and nasty rumors all the while spreading at a rapid pace. As bad as Dorchacht had been, maybe they had a point about the strange, suggestive magic used across the city. Maybe it’s something Aefenglom should look into too, during the fuller moons, should this be the beginning of something worse as the new year rises at the end of the month. But hopefully -- and this is the hope of all -- it simply remains a one-off, freak happening at the end of the year, and they pray the new one fares better.

IV. The Aftermath Thanks to quite a bit of Mirrorbound assistance, the city is still largely in one piece by the end of the day after the full moons. The mist, an unstable alchemical compound, eventually breaks down into nothing after a day or so, and the effects all fade or reverse, leaving everyone in their normal bodies and feeling clear-headed as the moons start to wane again. There are issues of property damage, stolen goods, and political discord to deal with, but the hardest to handle is perhaps the guilt of those who went feral and attacked their friends and loved ones. Samuin preparations continue with an unusual gloom hung over the city as clean-up and reparations commence. While before, though, humans and Monsters could often be found on the bridge over the River Temese, making amends with one another, the activity almost entirely ceases, leaving the bridge empty most days from now until Samuin.

Welcome to October's event log! This event takes place ICly on the 12th, 13th, and 14th. The Questions thread can be found HERE! Please help us and other players out by putting the subject(s) of your questions in your header! Investigation briefs will be going out soon on the OOC Sign Ups thread to the teams who were chosen by RNG, so keep an eye out for that. And as always, while we do encourage you to use this log, you can feel free to thread things out on your own log or elsewhere.

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[overworker]

[Elliot's new method works just as planned. The confidence he's finding in the actions isn't to be missed either. It's hot and unrelenting; even better than she'd imagined it would be.]

Elliot... [It feels good to say his name at a time like this.] Ah, ah...

[The sound is repeated several times, as the feeling continues to build up inside her. Even the feeling of his claws digging into her skin adds to the raw, sexual feeling of it. Knowing that he likes it, it's easier to stop holding back. Hearing him say her name is a different kind of special; a warmth in her chest that spreads.

His sheets have several puncture holes in them by now from her own, as her claws knead and clench the fabric. It releases some of the tension she feels between her legs; allowing her climax to approach steadily, washing over her whole body. It feels so good to let go, to forget about whether or not it's selfish and simply enjoy and want and feel. Her whole body tenses first, but when it passes she's left with a warm, comfortable, satisfied feeling. Something she expresses with a soft purring noise as she lets her body calm itself.]

[fiddlestick]

[He doesn't mind the holes in his sheets. He can always repair or get new ones later. Or rather, he's just not thinking about it right now. Instead he's focused on giving her what she wants. He keeps at his method, helping her push over the edge.

When it finally comes? He does what he can to help ride her out. Some of the fluid gets on his tongue and...well okay, it's not a great taste. But it's not like guys taste that much better, so he'll deal with it and only pull away when it passes.

He grabs the remains of his shirt to wipe his mouth on, but he's smiling as he looks her over. A hand reaches out to her side to steady her, if needed. His tail is swaying back and forth in contentment. He's pretty proud of himself here. ]

How do you feel?

[overworker]

[A few deep breaths are in order before she can respond properly. Her cheeks are still pink and her hair got a little messed up in the process-- overall, she thinks she probably looks like a mess. But she can't stop smiling.]

Incredible. Thank you... really.

[She can't prove it, scientifically, but for her... it was special because it had been Elliot. And even in part because of the emotional feelings they shared. She doesn't think she could ever forget this.]

...Sorry about your sheets, though, I'll replace them for you.

[And yet it didn't take her long to think of something like that though.]

[fiddlestick]

[She looks so happy right now...it was really cute. That alone was enough to make Elliot happy. Enough to make his own low sound from his throat that almost sounds like purring, though not quite. ]

Ahaha, don't worry about it, really.

[He'll move to sit up back on the bed next to her, leaning over to kiss her on top of her head affectionately. Arm wrapped around her back to hold her]

I'm just glad I could make you happy.

[overworker]

[She leans in and comfortably snuggles against his side. Even if he says not to worry about it, she'll do it anyway. But that's something that can be worried about at a different time.]

You don't have to do all that to make me happy, silly. [Obvious as that is, she does feel it merits saying.] ...still. I can't deny that it meant a lot to me. Even if you couldn't do it... the fact that you wanted to, even a little... It made me feel kind of special...

[fiddlestick]

[As she snuggles in, he'll tilt his head to rest on top of hers. This feels nice, honestly]

You are special, Towa. I really did mean that.

And...honestly, it meant a lot that you've been so understanding. I know this isn't how first times typically go...

[overworker]

I know that now.

[It isn't like she thought Elliot would lie to her-- more that she worried maybe he'd try to spare her feelings because he cared about her. But she got to experience that feeling first-hand. It wasn't forced, it wasn't fake. It was... well. Them. Being them, just... together.]

Well, that's the thing about first times-- it's a unique, once in a lifetime experience that you get to share with someone. Maybe it's not perfect but... that's what makes it special. To me, the most important part is who I get to share it with, not what happens or doesn't happen-- not even how it happens. I know it wasn't easy for you, but you shared something really sensitive with me and I feel like we're even closer now because of it.

[fiddlestick]

Aha...you're way more eloquent than I was after my first...

[He laughs a little, but honestly it's touching to hear that. ]

Thanks Towa, really. It makes me really happy to hear you feel that way. Sharing all this...it felt really special to me too.

I'd definitely say we're closer now.

[overworker]

Heheh... Well, I've been told that I'm pretty good at overthinking things.

[As long as she got her feelings across, she supposes it's okay if it was a little over the top. It was rocky for a little while, but now more than ever she's glad they worked it out.]

But it's not over yet. It's my turn now.

[Towa can't say she isn't nervous herself. She doesn't have any more experience than Elliot in this regard. And the disadvantage of going second is that there's a certain amount of expectation that she should be able to match Elliot's success. She doesn't want things to have gotten this far only for her to disappoint.

--but she's going to do her best to make sure that doesn't happen.]

[fiddlestick]

Hehe, well that's fine. It means you're really thoughtful.

[Elliot didn't mind at all. It wasn't like he was much better with overthinking and over worrying about things. Though he'd probably argue she's way more productive with it.

But ah right]

Oh right, sorry. Is there somewhere you want me to sit, or...?

[overworker]

Oh whatever's most comfortable for you.

[They're on the bed now anyway, so--]

If you'd rather lie down, that's fine too.

[She can adjust accordingly.]

[fiddlestick]

Aha...I can lie down on the bed. That's probably more comfortable for you than kneeling on the ground.

[Because he was just down there, so he knows- it's not great on the knees to be on the wood floor like that.]

Hold on, lemme just-

[He moves to unbutton his pants, and slide his pants off. He's still got underwear on, but it's better to make things easy for her. once they are past his knees, he'll kick them off to the ground and then pull his legs up so he's fully on the bed. He feels...a little on the spot, but Towa here has nothing but a bra on, so who is he to talk?]

There.

[overworker]

[Towa might have been tempted to put her clothes back on-- or at least a shirt, if it were still available to her. But the thought comes with the reminder that she let Elliot slice it open so. Well, no going back now.

She waits until he's comfortably settled in and gives her the go ahead, before she crawls over, perching herself over his lower legs and leaning down to kiss him. She can't imagine that things earlier were very exciting for him, so she'd like to build up to it a little. Besides, she remembers thinking it had felt good to her. She wants to know through experience a little more about what feels good for him.]

I've never done this before so... please don't hesitate to tell me if I do something wrong or... there's something I should do.

[She won't say more than that as far as that goes. She doesn't want to set herself up too much for failure. But she wants him to know he can tell her what to do if he needs to.]

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot makes himself comfortable on the bed as Towa perches herself over him. He lifts his head a little to meet her for that kiss, fingers reaching up to run through some of her brown locks. He doesn't mind some build up at all. It's a wise call.]

Aha...okay. Only thing that comes to mind is...don't bite? Otherwise, I'm sure you'll be fine!

[But seriously be careful with your teeth. He begs of you]

[overworker]

Right. Of course.

[It's not a bad reminder, considering she's not as used to the tiny fangs in her mouth. She'll have to be extra careful.

She takes her time, taking another kiss and deepening it as her claw-like nails gently ghosted over the patches of scales on his torso.]

[fiddlestick]

Ah...

[He makes a little noise as those claws ghost over the scales, he can feel it for sure. It makes him all the more eager to return that kiss and let it go deeper, letting her lead with it since it was her turn now.

Though it won't stop from his own hand reaching and dragging his claws lightly across her back, feeling the patches of fur and skin there]

[overworker]

[The feeling of his claws on her back makes the patches of fur on her shoulder blades stand on end in a good way. She teases his mouth with her tongue, wanting to feel what it’s like to press against his own changed one.

A small sound of her own comes out, though it’s muffled by the kiss.

Feeling wanted, feeling loved— she can’t help but feel a little eager. When the kiss needs to be broken for the sake of their breath, she takes and presses her lips to his skin. First his jaw, then his ear and then down towards his neck. It’s soft and she takes her time, but it’s not passive either. The actions are attentive. She looks for his reactions and tests the differences in location, pressure and occasional soft nips from her teeth.]

[fiddlestick]

[It's delightful to see Towa get more playful and exploratory the more comfortable she gets. She's like a playful kitten, which suits her in a way. Her pressing her tongue and his changed one gets a surprise noise because boy it feels intense in a pleasing way. It makes him return the kiss all the more eagerly, moving his tongue against hers to get that taste.

When the kiss finally breaks, he's a little breathless but not winded. But before his head can finish swimming from that, he feels lips to on his skin. Lucky for her, there'll be plenty of data to collect with the little noises he makes, as well as shifting himself to get more. He seems to enjoy all the kisses, but some spots like his neck? Get a larger reaction, especially when she gives nips.

In return he continues his own testing. He strokes down her fur a little on her shoulders before he starts moving his hand down, claws running gently down the middle of her back. When he reaches the base of her tail where it meets the skin, he'll move his fingers around gently, seeing if it's more sensitive there. ]

[overworker]

[With so many clues, Towa can happily indulge Elliot a little longer in the places he likes best with a bit more intensity. Each little noise makes her feel a little more confident.

His own investigation turns up some interesting results as well-- when his fingers reach the base of her tail, the appendage starts swishing around excitedly and she finds her body arching back into the touch. It's an intensely pleasurable kind of sensitive that gets her purring again, the sound gently vibrating against his skin mid-kiss and continuing as she slowly trailed those kisses down his neck, while her claws tease at the hem of his underwear.

Cat eyes look up at him for permission. If he wants to take them off that's fine-- but she wouldn't be opposed to getting them out of his way for him with her claws if he wanted her to.]

[fiddlestick]

[Her reaction to the tail area being touch makes him giggle a little. It's a really cute reaction, and he has a tendency to laugh okay. But since she clearly likes it, he'll continue to indulge it, getting a feeling of that area and sometimes lightly scraping his claws over the skin.

Thanks to Towa's actions, he's clearly getting into things. Small sounds keep coming from him as she kisses different parts of his neck, and he sucks in his breath when he feels claws teasing at the hem of the underwear. When the cat eyes meet him for permission, he'll give a nod and a wink. Yeah, he's ready for this]

[overworker]

[Coming from Elliot, she surprisingly doesn't mind hearing him giggle, even though she knows it probably means she did something strange.

With his permission, she sinks her claws into the fabric and gently tears it away. Her head dips a little lower, lips pressed to his chest while her hands rubbed up over his upper thighs, coming up short of the area her attention is ultimately needed.

She does want to see how he reacts to a little bit of teasing, her fingers running along the skin of his inner thigh. It feels nice, getting to touch him in these intimate places.

But she's also mentally preparing herself a little, before she takes that dive.]

[fiddlestick]

[It's a giggle of love, truly! He shivers a little as he feels the fabric of his underwear being torn away, exposing his skin to the air. Being a guy, it's easy to see how aroused he was, with an erection quickly forming now that it wasn't be restrained by clothing.

Her teasing? Only pushes it along further. It was like cool fingers running along burning hot flesh. His hips jerk a little to the movement, and he lets out an involuntary gasp]

Ah, Towa!

[Okay, deep breathes Craig. Don't lose yourself just yet. He knows that this is most likely Towa's first time. He knows that look in her eye, when she's mentally steeling herself.]

...It's okay, just take your time and do what you're comfortable with. You're already doing great.

[overworker]

[His voice, at that moment, sends a pleasant shiver through her. It's hard to argue with the evidence once she brings herself to properly look at him. All changes aside, she was still the one that caused him to feel this way. It's a nice feeling.

Now, more than before, she's feeling pretty confident.]

Teehee... thanks. Don't worry. [She winks up at him.] I'm a pretty quick learner.

[Now she just has to live up to that kind of talk.

Scooting down a little further so she can comfortably lean down over him, she shoves her hair behind her ears and dips down. Tilting her head to the side, she presses her lips first and then her tongue to the shaft; gently sliding up and down along the side. Her hand cradles the other side, fingers gently rubbing against the spots her mouth isn't getting to just yet.]

[fiddlestick]

[She did cause this feeling. It was her and her alone. Even if there were plenty of questions about his own sexuality, this was enough evidence to show he was being genuine about his feelings towards Towa. ]

Haha... [He smiles at that wink and response. Towa showing that playfulness is hot] Yeah, you are ... you'll have me singing in no time, I bet.

[He takes a deep breath in anticipation as she leans her head down. Then he feels it, the lips followed by tongue on his shaft. Already it feels like sparks of pleasure, making him give a small noise. And what he wasn't expecting was the fingers rubbing at the same time.

The double exposure was enough to make his hips lift up with a moan. His tail that he'd been laying on uses the new freedom to move to stretch itself. The end of the tail reaches her chest, brushing against the underside of her breast]

[overworker]

[It's still new to her, so she's trying to learn quickly the differences in reactions that come from the different kinds of contact. She's aware that she doesn't have experience and she's embraced that, so instead she can focus on her strengths. He seems to like the combination-- enough that he's having trouble sitting still. That's good.

What catches her off guard is the sudden appearance of his tail. That feels nice.

She slowly shifts her way back up from the base to the tip; gently teasing the ridges with her tongue before taking just a little bit into her mouth. One hand continues to stroke the lower half of his shaft while she treats the tip to a slow, heated exploration with her tongue. The other hand sits on his thigh, occasionally rubbing her thumb over the different sensitive areas she'd found there.]