☆ 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]

[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.]

[fiddlestick]

[Even without the experience, she's doing well all things considering. Maybe the lack of pressure between them has helped it make it more enjoyable. They were both learning, not trying to impress the other. ]

Ngh...Towa...

[The name slips out as she starts her exploration of his tip, his voice sounding heated and heavy. His cock twitches from the touch, blood rushing into it to engorge it more. Her hands only make it more intense, giving him points of pleasure from multiple spots. His tail keeps swaying, pleased, brushing along the skin of her chest. ]

[overworker]

[Her lips relax as she feels it twitch, matching it's girth as she pushes her head down a little farther, using more of her mouth to accommodate him. It's sexy, hearing his voice like that. Saying her name no less.

She remembers the one rule though, and is very cautious of her own teeth-- another reason she moves a bit slowly at first, as she grows accustomed to the way it fits inside of her mouth.

Little by little her head starts to rise and fall, each time going a little further and starting to use the motion of her lips to stroke him, even while her tongue still feels its way around him.]

[fiddlestick]

[Goddess, feeling her wet lips wrap around his length like that was incredible. If anything, the slowness as she gets used to it only draws attention to each of the sensations as she moves across each part - especially with that tongue still feeling its way around

It's a good thing she likes the sound of his voice, because there's no hiding his moan that comes from that]

A-Ah-!

[The only downside to doing this is the urge to touch your partner in return but the reach not being so easy. He does try to sit up a little, so he can reach out and steady his hand on her shoulder blade, petting the fur there]

[overworker]

[She feels his hand on her shoulder, she can feel his body heat through her fur-- it's a unique and pleasant sensation. It's nice to have that extra contact.

It's clear that being attentive works well, and she prefers it that way. She doesn't want to just go through the motions-- she wants this time to be special. She doesn't want him to just feel good. She wants to see just how good she can make him feel.

There's a soft hum of her own pleasure from the feeling of his hand petting her fur. Her tongue seeks out the most sensitive parts, as she pushes herself to take the entire length. It's a bit ambitious, but going slow like this, it doesn't feel bad. She's relaxed and focused, enjoying the sound of Elliot's "singing" voice.]

[fiddlestick]

[Knowing this was Towa's first time doing this, he hadn't expected much ambition. And he was fine with that too, since he knew both of them were just trying things out. So when Towa pushes himself to take his whole length in, it catches him by complete surprise. His "singing" turns into a surprise cry as he feels his cock fully in her warm mouth.] H-Holy crap-

[Despite his words, he's clearly enjoying it. Fingers clutch onto her, and he's panting between his moans]

[overworker]

[It’s a bigger reaction than she’d expected, one she’s proud to have evoked. He has a really nice voice— and it makes her want to keep giving it her all. Her movements are very slow when she starts moving up and down the base of his length a little at a time, but this way she can focus on other things— like the way her lips hug him or how her tongue can run along the underside. She’s mindful of her limits, but pretty creative about working around them.]

[fiddlestick]

[New at this, she's doing a good job of working him up. The slow movement of it all only causes the sensations to linger longer, with more of a tease. In return his voice is quieter, but he can still be heard giving long moans and panting. His length is reacting as well, the pressure building.

He's done this enough times to know the warning signs. He swallows, his voice shaky but laced with pleasure. ]

Ah...A-Almost there... Towa you're incredible...

[There's enough time for Towa to figure out how she wants to finish him off, but with how much she's working him, he's not going to hold out much more than that]

[overworker]

[Well she's certain more than a few choices were more luck than anything for how well they worked, but she's not putting her keen mind to waste either. Put together with instinct, she's glad for how well it's worked. The sound of his panting is soothing in a way. It's easy to hone in on feelings and sounds with her eyes closed.

It's already coming to that point. She can feel his body tensing and moving a little under her. She hadn't thought about it, but there is a choice to make.

Theoretically anyway. She doesn't have to think about it. For her it was always about making Elliot feel as good as possible. She's not really excited about the idea of swallowing but-- it'll be more than worth it to allow him to really let loose with her.

So she keeps pace, occasionally slowing a little to really draw it out, before picking it back up. Her hands sit on his thighs; gently clinging to him possessively with her claws in a catty way.]

[fiddlestick]

[Whether it was luck or not, the effect was still the same on Elliot. The panting is pretty regular now, taking in what air he can between noises. It's pretty clear that Towa's trying to draw it out, keep him on this edge as long as possible. He feels so torn about it, caught between loving the absolute intensity from the pressure and needing a release so badly.

Even with her drawing it out, it does eventually come. Her clinging to him with her claws in such sensitive spots are what send him over the edge. He lets out a cry as he climaxes, his body going rigid and his head falling back as he rides it out.

When it's finished, he falls limp back into the bed, needing a moment to catch his breath. Holy crap...]

[overworker]

[He holds out for a good bit, but she can sense when it starts to become too much for him. Her own skin prickles, listening to him.

But she's careful to swallow it all down. It's a good thing she'd had the warning, because it's a very different kind of experience, especially with so much of him in her mouth. She let's him ride it out though, licking away what's left and letting him rest back on the bed.

It was a pretty intense moment for both of them. It's nice to catch her own breath a bit after; cleaning off her mouth. Her jaw is a little sore, but it was well worth it. After a few moments she crawls over to his side and curls up with him, happy to watch him catch his breath while her tail flicks happily against his leg.]

[fiddlestick]

[It feels like a blissful daze, those first few moments. He's out of breath, but unlike any other time he exerts himself physically, he seems extremely content about it.

As Towa crawls up to his side, he'll reach over to wrap first his arm, and then a wing around her, bringing her close to him. He nuzzles his forehead against her hair, horns brushing against cat ears. There's a low sound from his throat, that sounds close to a purr.

He's content on just basking in this afterglow for awhile, but he'll be considerate of his partner at least]

You okay?

[overworker]

[With his arm and wing around her, there’s a warm comfort that closes around her. With a smile and a purr she snuggles in closer, letting it envelop her. It’s nice, being able to lay with someone like this. Even though she’d already had plenty of time, she doesn’t feel like moving from this spot for entirely different reasons.]

Yeah, of course I am. I’m... really happy right now.

[fiddlestick]

Mm...me too. Thank you.

[With his partner happy, it was easy for his monster side to put aside any other care. The chaos going on in the rest of the city had long been forgotten. He rather stay here, close to someone he cared about and warm - enjoying the happiness they brought to each other.]

Think I'm ready for a good nap...wanna join?

[overworker]

You don’t need to thank me. I’m glad things happened this way.

[It could have just as easily been anyone else he’d run into coming home. But it wasn’t. Kind of like it was meant to happen this way. She was really glad it did.

Normally, she’d have room to protest that she definitely needed to get some clothes done for him— especially since some of them were in worse shape than they were before. But right now, even Towa can’t bring herself to fight it.]

Yeah... I think I’ll join you for a little bit.

[Yawning, she shifted onto her side, letting her leg lock around his.]

The rest... can wait... until later...

[fiddlestick]

It really did seem to work out well didn't it...

[He makes another low content sound, shifting himself a little so it's easier to make Towa more comfortable against him. He's pretty much forgotten about the clothing situation, the monster part of his mind doesn't mind being naked so much - especially with Towa laying naked next to him. ]

Mm, right...later...

[They'll nap and after that they'll do...something. Elliot's a little foggy on those details right now. It doesn't take very long for him to drift off into a deep, contented sleep. ]