☆ 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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[fulgency]

[Needless to say, her orgasm catches him off-guard, a sudden gasp escaping him as her walls begin to tighten around him. The pulse of her orgasm stokes the call of the mist and moons, driving him to want to fulfill that carnal need to be with her and his hips buck in response. His grip on her hip tightens as he thrusts into her, eager for every sensation of her body with his. While in the throes of her climax, his kiss to her lips is only to the corner, brief before he moves back to her neck and throat. Unlike before, there's less focus. More pauses and interruptions as he moans against her skin.]

[As the waves of her orgasm begin to fade, Ramesses' hand moves between her legs, fingers separating her folds to massage her clit.]

[beariot]

[ Slow and steady might have been appropriate but it had never been in the cards with the lunar presence in their minds fueling their love for one another, their absolute carnal need to be with the other. Chariot moaned freely as Ramesses hips began to hammer against her, feeling him hit a certain spot within each time, the ferocity of his love tremendous and palpable.

When he added his fingers to the whole mix, she felt herself careening into orgasmic territory once more, murmuring French nothings, pleads for more, praises of him, more love-drunk declarations of her affection and desire for him. Saying she was mewling wasn't just a metaphor, as the beast inside of her rewarded every but of his instincts with those of her own, welcoming everything he had to give. ]

[fulgency]

[Instinct that's entwined itself in all of his affection, love, and desire for her leaves every part of him attuned to her. Every noise, every word, every termor of her body, it seems to set afire something new, something insatiable within him. He praises her again and again for her beauty, her shine, how good she feels. The closer he brings them towards release, the more he feels the unfamiliar instinct to bite at her neck. He comes close, his teeth grazing at her neck rougher than before when he catches himself and stops with a low growl.]

[beariot]

[ That sensation of his teeth against her throat had her gasping again. Part of her deeply wanted him to do that, to mark her, to put a visible claim on others to see. The very idea of it had her heating up further, hands clenching and hips rolling...

But of course, the reality would be pretty different, and the part of Chariot that wasn't being driven by the call of the moons was glad he'd shown some discretion, and appreciated that possessive growl no less, fueled by his shows of need and want, rewarding him with more of her, as deep as she could take him, singing a formless song for his ears on sweet, warm breaths. ]

[fulgency]

[The deeper she allows him to go, the more the moons pull at him to empty his seed inside of her. But that same part of him that managed to stop himself from sinking his teeth any further into her neck stubbornly holds onto whatever ounce of control it can hold.]

[When he feels he is about to come, Ramesses is quick to pull out with a groan, burying his face in her neck and clenching his jaw tight against instinct. He's tense, hips still jerking slightly with the force of his orgasm as he continues rubbing at her clit, urgently trying to bring her over the edge with him.]

[beariot]

[ She almost would have let him, in her current state, but part of her was definitely grateful that a cooler head prevailed. Even so, she could still feel it, a hand straying to grip at the shaft of his cock as it burst, overcome by a need to truly feel him come with her own hand as she was quickly made to do the same through the attention to her clit. It came just shortly after his own, moans broken up by desperate gasps for air. ]

[fulgency]

[As orgasm ebbs away and Ramesses begins catching his breath, his near-purr starts and stops a few times before falling into a steady rhythm. Though he relaxes, he doesn't set Chariot down just yet, taking the moment to nuzzle at her and keep her close. When he raises his head again, he kisses her on the lips with less fervor than before but no less unclear in his love and desire for her. It's only then that if she wants to stand on her own again that Ramesses is willing to help her down carefully.]

[beariot]

[ She was... honestly pretty damn content to just stay there, cradled in his arms, basking in the wonderful afterglow of their love. She'd gained more experience since their first time together, to be sure, but she had still never felt anything quite like that. She wanted to just absorb it all, soak in it, like laying in a warm bath...

She murmured, still in French, but affection clear despite the language, just love drunk little affirmations of how dear he was to her, and more importantly... ]

Tu es mon soleil...

[fulgency]

[He smiles when she says that. Of course, it's less directed at the words themselves and the feeling behind them, the genuineness of her love and affection, of what they've built together.]

Stay with me-- [He interrupts himself to kiss her again. Twice.] Tonight.

[He would keep her quite possibly forever if he could. Especially so long as he felt this warm, this content, this loved around her. But it was perhaps a bit of a stretch to keep her for that long; he would need to be content with just for the night.]

[beariot]

Absolutely. [ Without hesitation. She might even indulge him for two, though that was probably a poor idea born from a love addled mine that was letting themselves float along on the ebb and flow of the afterglow. Either way, she'd share his bed, or wherever else he wanted her, that night, without doubt or concern. ]