☆ 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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[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow turns to give Elliot a flat look. ]

You know, I know Rean's an idiot but I expected better from you. I meant you.

[fiddlestick]

[!!

Well that makes him look up in surprise]

Oh- y-you did? That's... thanks.

[It's really nice to know, but also...]

Wait, where would you get that expectation? Just how many dates do you think a guy like me gets?

[Cause seriously bruh I'm a tiny and weak music nerd with zero self-esteem and whose best friends are way hotter. ]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He is starting to realize about that self-esteem. ]

What, a good-looking and talented musician? I'd expect girls to be throwing themselves at you.

[ Too bad Elliot isn't into girls. ]

But that's not actually why. It's more that I tend to think of you as more.... aware.

1/2

[fiddlestick]

[ . . . 💧 ]

Well, seems I'm more aware than you, at least...

[Bro we're on a date right now. He's not sure how else to spell out he's into guys.]

[fiddlestick]

[Okay dry quipping aside, it's time to actually give a real answer]

No, girls don't throw themselves at me. Not like they do with Rean. Wouldn't want it anyway, so I don't mind.

As for being more "aware"? [He sighs a little. It's embarrassing to admit, but Elliot's not one to shy from the truth.] I... I have problems seeing good things about myself. When you grow up as Craig the Red's only son whose too weak to even use a sword ... it becomes pretty easy to focus on all the ways I don't measure up to people.

The only reason I have any confidence now is because of Rean and the rest of you in Class VII giving me constant support. And it helped a lot, truly. But ... it's not like my problems went away completely. I don't think anyone's did.

[Class VII was still a bunch of people broken in different ways. They were just a little less broken thanks to each other.]

So, yeah. In some ways I'm more aware than him and my issues aren't exactly like his ... but it's not like I'm not much better.

[He makes a small whine noise, clearly embarrassed by showing that level of emotional vulnerability.]

Man, now I'm really tempted to throw myself into the ocean...

[He's not serious, just doing one of his usual whines. ]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow is... unfortunately kind of dumb about some things. Like thinking his lesbian best friend is having sparks flying with a guy. He's a dumb bisexual who hasn't realized that some people actually aren't into more than one gender. ]

You can't throw yourself into the ocean. We're still on a date.

[ He flashes a brief grin at Elliot. ]

I don't really expect anyone's problems to disappear just like that. But... for what it's worth, I don't see anything wrong with being Elliot instead of just "Craig the Red's son." I think "Elliot's" a pretty fun guy to be around.

[fiddlestick]

[Bless your useless bisexual self, Crow. If Angelica wasn't enough to make him realize that, then it's probably a lost cause.

But that gets a small laugh out of him]

Haha- I know, I know. I'll be good. It'd probably be super cold anyway.

[No throwing himself into the ocean today. Promise.

He does seem to be a little better though. A little embarrassed, but his cheer seems to be more natural again.]

Thanks. I gotta admit I do enjoy being just "Elliot". I don't think even the Crossbellans here have made the connection, so that's nice. [He doesn't think Lloyd or Randy would treat him differently, but it's still awkward enough he'd rather put off that conversation.]

And for what it's worth, I think "Crow's" a pretty fun guy to be around too.

[bad_crowmance]

The Crossbellans, huh...? Yeah....

[ Yeah, Crow can imagine how awkward that conversation would be with the Crossbellans-- though it would still be easier than the "Crow-is-a-terrorist, tried-to-blow-up-Crossbell" conversation would be.

It's not worth addressing right now though, so he switches tracks. ]

I happen to think I'm a pretty fun guy to be around, too.

[ He winks at Elliot. ]

But... thanks.

[fiddlestick]

They're really nice guys. Lloyd reminds me a lot of Rean.

[SHAME YOU TRIED TO BLOW HIM UP ONCE HUH? But uh yeah have fun with that future conversation. He adores Crow, but there's no way Elliot is getting in the middle of that one.

But he's fine moving on from the Crossbell topic.

...]

You're also kind and considerate, in your own way.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Are you kidding? Crow gets Elliot not wanting to get into that one but Crow plans on never, ever telling the Crosbellans what he tried to do. ]

Rean's cuter, though.

[ He means it but his tone is completely flippant. That last bit gives him pause, though. ]

--You're kidding, right? Do you know who you're talking to?

[fiddlestick]

Haha, Lloyd's cute too, but ... yeah, Rean's more to my taste.

[Lloyd is a little too Cop, as fond as he is of the guy

And finally. The unflappable has been flapped.]

Yep, I'm talking to Crow Armbrust. I wouldn't say you're kind and considerate all the time, but...

You have your moments.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He has been flapped and he's not a fan. ]

"My moments," huh? ....Still think you're looking at the wrooooong guy if you want those things.

[ He may suck at honesty with most people but he at least tries to be honest with himself. And those are the kind of qualities he'd say applied to the rest of his classmates more than himself. He's got his good qualities naturally, but kind? Considerate? Crow Armbrust?

...Nah. ]

[fiddlestick]

Heehee, I think I know fully well who I'm looking at and what I want.

[There's a smile on his face as he says it, legs swinging a little over the dock]

If you want, I could list all those moments, but something tells me it'd make you want to throw yourself in the ocean.

[bad_crowmance]

Let's not, then. I'd rather stay dry if you don't mind.

[ And the conversation has already gotten too sappy as it is. ]

[fiddlestick]

Hehe, okay. I'll show mercy today.

[today. He continues eating his food]

...By the way, how's your poker skills?

[bad_crowmance]

[ Today. He'll take it. ]

My poker skills? They're okay. Why?

[ "Okay," he says. The man can count cards. ]

[fiddlestick]

You can usually find poker games going in the bars around here. Might be fun to go for a few hands.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow's eyes definitely light up at that. ]

Now that does sound like my idea of fun!

[ If he plays his cards right, he won't even need a job! ]

[fiddlestick]

Haha, great!

[...]

I'm only giving you 500 cunes though.

[Setting that hard limit on now]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Smart man. ]

Of course, that's more than reasonable. Thanks for the starter fee. ♪♫

[fiddlestick]

Haha, well I did ask you out and you're cute, so think nothing of it!

I wouldn't consider myself skilled at poker, so here's hoping you last longer than me!

[bad_crowmance]

I'm fairly comfortable with my odds. I'll tell you how it goes~ ♪♫

[ Let's just hope he knows when to stop. ]

[fiddlestick]

Haha, alright.

[Finishing up his own meal, he'll wipe his mouth and fingers with a napkin. He glances at Crow, as if debating something for a moment, before leaning over and giving a quick peck on the cheek.

He pulls away right after, moving to stands up his own trash in hand and looking for a trash can]

Ready when you are.

1/2

[bad_crowmance]

[ Elliot turns away right after, which means he almost certainly misses the really dumb surprised face Crow makes right after he kisses Crow's cheek. He blinks once or twice in disbelief. ]

2/2

[bad_crowmance]

[ He recovers quickly though, standing up to throw away his own trash with an easy grin on his face. ]

That was some good food. I'm ready.