☆ Event Log: Snatched, Part One

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Event Log: January, Snatched - Part One

I. The Fires (14th) Though it began this month with petty vandalism, before long, things escalate. On the evening of the 14th, when many are settling down for the night, fires blaze to life simultaneously all over the city, though they seem to cluster in places that Mirrorbound and refugees frequent. Homes, businesses, market stalls, the Barracks, the Residential Districts, they could pop up anywhere, but the worst of them seem to hit different locations within the Haven. The refugees stand to lose a lot in the fires, everything they've built up since arriving here at the end of September, and Mirrorbound stand to suffer damage to the homes or businesses they've built in Aefenglom. No doubt everyone is quick to catch on, but with so many locations burning at once, help is thin on the ground. As soon as they're alerted, the Coven sends out a call to all Witches, Merrow, water-based Dragons, anyone who can manipulate water or ice to help put out the fires across town before they can spread. With the city plan so tight and buildings so close together, it's a real worry. They'll accept all hands, even those with no particular water-based talents - anybody can carry buckets, after all. Bucket brigades made up of mostly Monsters form from the River Temese out to pass water to where it's needed most. Others with fire magic or resistances are asked to search the buildings still on fire for anyone still trapped inside. On the streets, more set up stations to treat burns and smoke inhalation, and to check people over for worse injuries. It takes a couple of hours to put out the last of the flames, but thanks to quick action, no lives are confirmed lost. The City Guard is present at the sites of the fires in the hours afterward, questioning witnesses and determining the sources with both magical and Monster-ability-based methods, but as the chaos calms down, it quickly becomes clear that 1. this is a case of purposeful arson, and 2. not all witnesses are present. Maybe it's your friend, or family member, or just an acquaintance you know you saw go into their house at the end of the day, but they're conspicuously absent from the crowds gathered on the streets. Those who are Bonded to a missing person feel it first, though - a horrible sensation like a pillow over the face or a tightening in the chest, smothering their Bond to barely anything, except the very rare flicker of something, a tiny spark lost to the darkness as soon as it's felt. The sudden absence of them is like a case of phantom limb, something that should be there suddenly isn't, but yet it isn't quite an annullment or breaking of the Bond. It's still there, just muted and tamped down. It feels a little different for everyone, maybe painful or maybe just uncomfortable, or maybe, in the cases of new or less-close Bonds, it simply feels as if it never existed. Regardless, those Bonded can't be found through Bonds. It's like those loved ones have vanished, without a trace. The City Guard and Coven representatives alike will seek to make a comprehensive list of all who have gone missing, but Mirrorbound cooperation will be needed for that; they would know better than anyone, because the missing ones are all Mirrorbound or refugees.

II. The Lost Souls (14th - 20th) CW: Torture, captivity, restraints. You were spirited away in the middle of the night. Maybe you were out, or maybe you were safe in your own home, but either way, someone managed to get the drop on you. Upon waking, everything is fuzzy, until clarity returns suddenly and violently. It's possible to remember a struggle, an enchanted darkness that might have enveloped you, maybe even a glimpse of the face of the human or Witch who grabbed you, but now you're stuck in a small, stone cell, the only entrance covered in shiny new bars thick enough to hold back a rampaging Dragon. The hall beyond is also stone and dimly lit by sparse magitech lights and the soft, runic glow of spells drawn on the walls and floors. There are more cells like yours, filled with more Monsters and Witches like you. What's worse, maybe you're alone, or maybe another poor soul is trapped with you - the space isn't exactly large enough for two, but the comfort might be nice. Witches will find their magic restrained, tamped down with a spell similar to the Coven's punishment for lawbreaking. Monsters' restraints are more traditional - muzzles, chains, manacles, and particular weaknesses that differ from Monster type to Monster type, such as silver or iron, water, or the lack of water. Even if, by some small mercy, a person finds themselves with their hands free, all of the captives' Watches have been taken, along with most other belongings on them. The uncertainty of your new location doesn't last for long. It's only a matter of time before people pass through the cellblock in pairs or trios, talking to each other and ignoring the captives behind bars, checking up on the spells that line the room. Those with keen memories will realize - these are not the same people who took them in the first place. All are human, and they all share a familial resemblance - black hair, violet eyes, pointed noses, and unpleasant sneers. Over time, with observation (and what else are you going to do, while you wait for the worst?), maybe frequenters of the Coven will pick out a familiar face, a haughty, unpopular Witch named Constance Rathmore who refuses to associate with Mirrorbound in classes, or those familiar with the law might pick out a mid-ranked member of the City Guard named Godfrey Rathmore, who perhaps looks the other way when refugees are harassed. As the hours tick by, it becomes obvious that there are maybe 22 of the Rathmore family, the only ones with access to this corridor. Other voices, maybe familiar from the kidnapping, can be heard outside the main doors at times, but they never enter, and seem none the wiser as to what is actually happening. a. The Torments And what is happening? Something sinister. It's usually a different set of family members, a pair of cousins, the daughter or the son, occasionally even the matriarch and her son and daughter-in-law (who may be recognized as long-time members of Parliament). Their methods and motivations may be a bit different, but they share one thing - innate cruelty, and a hatred for those they see as a plague on Aefenglom, those harbingers of unwanted change. Sometimes they inflict pain on captives right there through the bars of the cells, with nasty spells or physical instruments, but more often, they choose a victim or two to remove from their cell, still in restraints, to take down the hall, through the heavy door at the opposite end from the entrance. The wide room at the end is a place of horrors: instruments of torture lining tables, heavy restraints, and glass jars to receive any bits or blood they might separate from the original owners, to sell on the black market. The runes on the walls and floor in this room are different as well - this is advanced, forbidden magic, practiced by the daughter Constance on brand new test subjects. When the family members have grown bored or tired themselves out, they return their current playthings to a cell - not always the same cell with the same cellmate, not always with the same restraints, but every time they ensure that it will be difficult to escape or fight back. b. The Whispers While the Rathmores do not often speak directly to captives, they speak to each other quite a bit, as do the others who occasionally pass outside the heavy door at the entrance and simply seem to serve as watchmen outside the corridor. It's easy to get snippets of conversation between the horrors. What else are you going to do, besides wait, and listen, and plot your escape? "Shame about Uncle Rodolphus. Scarred by the mist, his Black Market business raided." "None of it would have happened if they hadn't provoked Dorchacht. It was Drummond's Witch in our city who unleashed that awful gas, as retribution for what they did over there..." "...-Destabilizing a whole city like that, and there are only a hundred of them give or take. Imagine what they'll do to Aefenglom if we don't stop it." "They'll all want to leave after this, surely. We'll go for another batch in a couple of weeks, once Godfrey convinces the Guard to stop looking." "Good. Maybe Dorchacht will take them. Them and their brutal revolutionaries..." "...-Father thinks we can control them if he manages to get in touch with his contact in Dorchacht. They had that spell, you know? Like the collars, but better. Maybe then we can sell them off, make some money back to cover our losses..." "...-All this pushing for equality. The whole economy will collapse. Everyone has their place in a functioning society, right, sister?"... "...-heard from Mr. Rathmore himself they're doing magic in there. A spell to send the Mirrorbound home, and the refugees along with them." "Then why did we have to grab them like that? You'd think they'd want to leave." "The Coven wants them here, obviously. It's a power-play, there's no way they'd allow Mr. Rathmore to do this..." "...-I don't know about this, the Rathmores always seemed a little extreme-..." As a reminder: while this prompt contains a general content warning for torture, please make sure to leave decently specific content warnings in your headers for anything that may be uncomfortable for other players to stumble across. The level of torture experienced by each character is up to the individual players - please respect each other's limits!

III. The Ones Left Behind (14th - 20th) Meanwhile, out in the city, the atmosphere is a new kind of tense. The papers pick up the story pretty quickly, so before long, it seems that everyone knows about it. In the days since the fires, repairs seem to be on the backburner; the remaining refugees especially worry for their missing friends and loved ones, and the missing Mirrorbound. The graffiti stops entirely, as do nasty comments in the streets. The upper-class, when they come into contact with the remaining Mirrorbound, cannot meet their eyes, or even react with genuine sympathy, a rare few even saying in hushed murmurs that they hope they find their people. Vandalizing their property is one thing, it seems, but people simply vanishing, Bonds being smothered... that's another. Even if they don't worry for the Mirrorbound, they worry for their own safety in Aefenglom now. On the other hand, residents of the Western Residential District, primarily Monsters but including a fair few humans as well, stop by the Haven more often, bringing food and kind words, and asking after the disappearances with real concern. The City Guard is an increased presence on the streets, trying to track down witnesses who may have information, but without warrants, their hands are tied in a lot of cases. Some Mirrorbound are asked quietly by the Lead Investigator if they wouldn't mind looking into some of the sources of the fires, and trying to track down anyone who might have seen something - they can operate a little more loosely, not being bound by the same bureaucracy as the Guard. They're promised Guard and Coven cooperation and support in this. The demand for artists increases in the days after the abduction. Many of the refugees especially will seek out anyone who can draw to help them create fliers about the missing people to post around town, to raise awareness. Maybe they want to make posters of another refugee, or maybe they want posters made of particular Mirrorbound faces who helped them in the past. They're distressed, but they're pulling together as a community - and it's clear they consider all the Mirrorbound a part of it, judging from how they'll try to pull anyone in to their efforts to put the 'missing' posters up around the city. The Coven, too, is in a flurry of worry, second only to the refugees, who are missing some of their own as well. Many of the regular classes are disrupted and become impromptu Divining sessions, circles of Witches holding hands and chanting in rooms filled with incense smoke, making concentrated efforts to determine the location of their missing fellows. After all, many Mirrorbound are their classmates, and they want to see them returned safely. Anyone passing through the Coven may get pulled into one of these sessions - Witches to lend their magic to the circle, Monsters who know any of the missing to act as foci. Unfortunately, nothing concrete turns up in the fleeting visions they do get, and the backlash is immense, resulting in splitting migraines. It's magical interference for sure. Luckily, Miss Aerianna, the middle-aged Arachne caretaker to the Dreamers (who, she'll say, are currently unreachable - they're trying to suss out the missing Mirrorbound as well), is well-versed with Divination headaches, and is around distributing her supposed cure-all, which smells like swamp-water and tastes twice as bad. At least it works on the headaches. While the part of the city who wanted to see the Mirrorbound gone have quieted down some, the part of the city that welcomes them has grown louder, providing what support they can to try to find those lost souls who have vanished. The investigation briefs will be posted under location-specific headers down below! Feel free to thread underneath them with others investigating the same area, or collaborate with other teams to share information. We decided to go ahead and allow for everyone who signed up to investigate whichever area they're interested in rather than splitting characters into mod-decided teams, but we encourage working together!

Welcome to Part One of January's event, Snatched! The sign-ups thread is here - it's not too late to get involved. Only the kidnapped characters who will escape on the evening of the 20th is closed out to new sign-ups. Headers for the investigations are here. Part Two of this event will be posted on the 21st and will include the escape, rescue and bringing the perpetrators to justice.

And a note for all! If your character does anything significant during Part 1 or Part 2, we want to hear about it on the city tracker! Make sure your submissions are in by Feb. 3rd, because a special aftermath post will go up on the 4th.

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[showsnopiety]

[Alex's voice rings in them, and she winces. Her small fluffy ears tried to pin back, muffle it, but it didn't help. If they hadn't taken those cuffs...]

It's too much. My cuffs...they took my cuffs.

[Her voice was barely more then a whisper, but that was all she could stand.]

There's all the movements in the cells, people walking around and the whispers, the pain, there's so many chains it's so loud....

[sing_for_me]

[ She watches Caren's ears pin back, realizing that it might be the opposite case for her. While her hearing might be dulled, Caren's..Caren's was much stronger. Her eyes quickly dart around the cell, trying to figure out a way to lessen the noise. Unable to find anything of use though, her eyes fall to her own arms. Her clothes were tattered, but it might be enough, she hoped it was enough.

Her arms wrap around Carens head, hugging her close to herself, making sure that the fabric of her sleeves and her clothing covered her ears. She hoped the pressure would also help muffle the noise, and she makes sure to tone down her own voice as well. ]

Does this help..?

[showsnopiety]

[So much sharper. She could do some in small amounts, carefully filtered-but she was blasted, more or less. It was if she'd been asleep and then she was in the middle of the mosh pit of a heavy metal concert.

She hadn't expected to be dragged up and hugged, like a teddy bear. She made a soft sound, still trembling- but not as much as before. She needed to breathe.]

Better. Better. It just...so much right now.

[sing_for_me]

Try to focus on my voice..I know it's hard but...just try..

[ With her ear pressed against her, she figures the vibrations of her voice might be louder than the noises outside, and she starts to hum. She's a little of of breath, but she tries to keep a steady, soft tune going. She might not be able to cancel out all the noise, but if there was something less painful to focus on, maybe that might help. ]

[showsnopiety]

[She tried not to whimper. It was so much, and-ah. And...the humming is so much louder and she could feel it against her ribs.

She needed to focus. Focus on the vibration, on the song she didn't know.

It took her few moments-minutes, more-and she didn't know how long before her shaking turned to a mere tremble.

Ah. Just the song, just the song, just the song...]

[sing_for_me]

[ Her hand combs through her white locks, the other holding her steady, gently rubbing her back. She can feel Caren tremble in her arms, her ears still picking up her soft whimpers. It was heartbreaking to witness, and something deep inside her began to bubble. It was a feeling she hadn't allowed herself in quite some time, and maybe it was because of her newfound instincts, but the anticipation of one of their captors coming back wasn't accompanied by fear this time.

She continues to hum, so long as Caren still seems in pain. It was amazing, really, the energy having a purpose could give a person. ]

[showsnopiety]

[She didn't want to be like this. This helpless, awful looking creature, curled up, and unable to fight against the sound of others- of whispers, conversations, cries-

and the hum of song. She didn't realize how much help she was being to Alex. She was thinking more of how things hurt.

And...slowly...she was able to uncurl from herself. It still hurt. Her head was pounding, and her eyes watered-teared up to the point of crying, but she was trying to breathe normally.

She wasn't. She was panting lightly, and her voice was little better then a whisper.]

Is there water?

[Maybe it would stop her head from pounding.]

[sing_for_me]

[ Her grip loosens when Caren starts to speak. She lets out a sigh, looking around even though she knows the answer. ]

I'm sorry...as long as I'm here, I don't think they'll let in any water...

[ A pause, and her eyes widening. Maybe that was it. If she could get them to take her out, would they give Caren water?

But she couldn't let her go, not right now when she was in pain still. What if calling them only causes Caren more pain too? It frustrated her how little she could do for this suffering girl...]

[showsnopiety]

S'ok then. Forget it.

[She must be with a merrow then. It's better to keep her eyes closed, and her voice ever so quiet. She'd just have to manage this.]

Wasn't thinking.

[It's difficult to. It's easier with the humming, but with everything else...all the noise...she hates this, hates it a lot. She wished she had her ear cuffs back.]

[sing_for_me]

[ Alex wanted to apologize more, but what good would that do?

The more comfortable she can make Caren right now, the better. It wouldn't help if she were to suddenly leave her now. Not yet. ]

Your name..what is it? I'm Alex.

[showsnopiety]

[They'd just get a wheel of apologies and wincing. It'd be great really. As in it'd be awful, even more so if Caren was left to herself and hearing everything.]

Caren. It's Caren.

[sing_for_me]

It’s not the best circumstances, but...it’s nice to meet you, Caren.

[ Making light conversation was difficult in a situation like this, but Alex had to make do. She continues stroking her hair, her fingers disappearing into locks of white. ]

We can stay like this as long as you need to, okay?

[showsnopiety]

And you.

[She tried not to flinch as she heard something down the hall. It sounded like a thump, and her mind supplied her with ideas of what it could possibly be.

Which made her feel guilty for having this small comfort.]

Thank you Miss Alex.

[She wanted to ask for another song, but...it would be a long time before Alex would get any water.]

[sing_for_me]

[ The ominous thump and the way Caren flinched made it easy enough to make the connection. And so Alex starts to hum again, the words that came out just barely a whisper. A little hoarse, but it was soft enough that it didn't hurt her throat. ]

May the good lord bless and keep you,
whether near or far away.
May you find that long awaited
golden day, today.

May your problems all be small ones,
and your fortune ten times ten.
May the good lord bless and keep you,
till we meet again.

May you walk with sunlight shining,
with a blue bird in every tree.
May there be a silver lining,
back of every cloud you....s--ee

[ Her voice cracks at the high note, giving an apologetic smile if Caren looked. ]

Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what might have been.
May the good lord bless and keep you,
till we meet...again...

[showsnopiety]

[Yeah, she might have heard something more, and she tried not to listen to it-and Alex started to sing. Soft, soft enough that Caren had to strain herself to hear.

And some of the trembling eased, even as she stayed curled up as a ball. She was trying to breathe.

It'd be easier, she thought, if she just lost consciousness, for both of them.]