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Entry tags:
- *event,
- arthur lester: maniette,
- benton fraser: lorna,
- billy prior: karen,
- casper darling: mimi,
- charles rowland: giz,
- chloe frazer: tess,
- cornelius hickey: kates,
- daisy johnson: amy,
- edward little: jhey,
- eren jaeger: lyn,
- francis crozier: gels,
- illarion: lark,
- james fitzjames: ami,
- jane margolis: amber,
- john irving: gabbie,
- kate marsh: cheryl,
- kieren walker: cheryl,
- konstantin veshnyakov: jhey,
- lalo salamanca: amber,
- levi ackerman: dem,
- levi jordan: cirape,
- louis de pointe du lac: tea,
- michonne grimes: cloude,
- ragnar lothbrok: lily,
- randvi: tess,
- reiner braun: kas,
- sameen shaw: iddy,
- sandor clegane: em,
- scratch: laus,
- snow white: carly,
- tim drake: fox,
- trixie: gels,
- vasiliy ardakin: yasmine,
- wynonna earp: lorna
it must be that old evil spirit
SEPTEMBER 2024 EVENT
PROMPT ONE — PAINFUL REMINDERS: An Aurora briefly connects the Interlopers to their homeworlds, and with it are able to receive items from home — but these ones will bring no comfort to them.
PROMPT TWO — THE ENEMY WITHIN: Strange and familiar occurrences begin in Milton and Lakeside, growing in frequency and danger for the Interlopers. Who can truly be trusted among their numbers?
PROMPT THREE — BAD BLOOD: The Forest Fighters finally come to Milton, and with it: they bring the yawning grave.
PAINFUL REMINDERS
WHEN: 5th - 9th of September.
WHERE: Everywhere.
CONTENT WARNINGS: potentially upsetting themes; themes of loneliness/isolation.
For many, the sight of the Aurora is now one they have become used to. There have been plenty of them over the year that has passed since the Interlopers first came to the Northern Territories. Often, they have been a sign of great danger, with plenty of unsettling and unnatural things happening when the skies light up. Other times they have been the herald of aid — a link between Interlopers and Enola, gifting them with abilities to help them survive in this world. There is no real knowing what kind of force the Aurora is, truly. And there is a tension that holds amongst the Interlopers as the day turns to night and there is the soft sound that grows louder.
The ethereal, high-pitched chorus of sounds, is difficult to place. Perhaps it sounds like voices, or discordant strings. And with it, the low-drone of electrical buzz — punctuated with the echoing pops and sharp cracks. The sky is alive with sound, and with it comes the swirling streaking of colour against the inky black of night, growing brighter and brighter as time goes on — greens, blues, pinks and purples shifting and dancing across the night. And much like every Aurora before this one, the electricals of the world come to life too. Homes, streetlamps, cars long-stranded in the snow. Man’s world comes alive, buzzing and flickering precariously.
But there are no ghosts like there once was a year ago. No terrible weather, no poisonous fog. If one could call it a ‘normal’ Aurora, that’s what it appears to be. But there is something else in amongst all the light and noise. Snatches of things: whispers of conversations, names called, laughter and tears.
You realise you recognise these voices. They are the voices of home. Perhaps you hear your mother, your siblings or friends. Whoever they are, you can hear them. And although they might not be able to hear you — for one brief night, the Aurora has connected you, bridged the gap between your world and this one. You may sit for a while, simply listening to the voices, relishing in hearing those from back home. If others join you, you will find yourself compelled to speak of them: to share in stories about those from back home — the connections you share with them.
It’s strange, though. These voices do not fill you with comfort or joy. Instead you are left with feelings of sadness, anger, and isolation. The Aurora has connected Interlopers, but now you feel so cut off from home, cut off from friends and loved ones — reminded of everything left behind. Everything you long for. Everything you have lost.
Something strange skips through the sky, a warping of the sound. It’s unsettling. Something feels... wrong, somehow.
It’s not just the voices that will remind you of this. Something else comes through the Aurora after that night. A small token will be brought through. Whatever the item may be, when you go to sleep and next wake, you will find said item. It may be placed on your bedside, on your desk or dining room table.
The item, you will find, will bring you a reminder of pain. Of sadness. Of horror. Perhaps it’s something you haven’t thought of in some time. Maybe it is something that has lingered in the back of your mind. Perhaps it is a part of you, waiting to be uncovered. A sign of something to come. A painful reminder of your past, or an ominous omen of your future.
THE ENEMY WITHIN
WHEN: The month of September.
WHERE: Everywhere.
CONTENT WARNINGS: kidnapping/attempted kidnapping; attempted murder; murder; vandalism; arson; assault; animal mutilation; corpse mutilation/manipulation/desecration; themes of peril/terror; possible character/npc injuries; possible character/npc death.
It starts with strange happenings at night, things left to be found by the next morning. Those within Lakeside many find themselves unsurprised by it, given their location, but the scenes found in Milton are a foreboding sight.
Mutilated bodies of animals: rabbits, ptarmigans, even deer — mangled and strewn about the streets, blood upon the snow. Some may awaken in the middle of the night to the sounds of their windows breaking, with houses on the Outskirts being targeted more than those in the middle of town. There is… a kind of unrest in the world.
It escalates.
Some may leave their home for the day and return in the evening to find the place trashed: items broken, precious foodstuffs thrown about the place and destroyed. Those within the Outskirts are once again particularly vulnerable, as are those within Lakeside. Fires are started in some of the abandoned buildings of Milton. Something, someone is targeting the Interlopers.
It is hard to pin-point who exactly, and it only puts the Interlopers on high alert. Nothing like this has never happened before. This is new, especially in Milton.
As the month progresses, the acts become more serious. Fires may be started in the middle of the night in Interlopers’ homes while they sleep. Some are attacked in the night, others are taken from their beds. Some killed within their very homes. Of the Interlopers that go missing, their mutilated remains may be found days later out in the wilds.
In Milton, soon enough, someone is bold enough to come out from the darkness, out from the gloom of the night. Interlopers may be attacked in broad daylight — by those they may recognise as newer Interlopers of the community, who appeared from the wilds: lost and shivering, with nowhere else to go. Some of them have been within Milton for a few months now.
Those in Lakeside will face something similar: Forest Talkers are making a move, rogue and isolated incidents — done with sabotaging attempts at hunting and taking a more direct approach.
They have no qualms about being captured or killed, only determined to get rid of as many of the Interlopers as they can. They whisper, they scream: “You don’t belong here. You should never have come here. It wants you gone, it wants us all gone. The end is here, it’s too late for any of us. Nature must run its course. The yawning grave has been opened.”
The attack is on two fronts: the first of Forest Talkers in Lakeside amplifying their actions. The second in Milton, enemies within the ranks of the Interlopers, Forest Talkers hiding as Interlopers.
Within Milton, newer Interlopers will likely be met with suspicion as being some of the Forest Fighters as a result of these individual acts of violence. As the numbers of Milton have been infiltrated, and it’s easy to have mistrust amongst those newer to the community. In-fighting is likely, and the entire town is stuck in some terrible, tense state — unsure of who to trust within their own numbers. In the days and weeks that follow, it remains like this. Acts of violence and vandalism — chaos and disorder.
BAD BLOOD
WHEN: The night of 27th - 28th September.
WHERE: Milton.
CONTENT WARNINGS: attempted murder; murder; vandalism; arson; assault; mentions of blood; themes of peril/terror; possible character/npc injuries; possible character death/npc death; actual NPC death.
Towards the end of the month, the moon is full. They call it the Harvest Moon, but colour seeps into it — oranges and reds: a blood moon, partially eclipsed. The night is calm and cloudless, but there’s an uneasy feeling in the night.
The earth groans, the rumble of another quake that’s plagued the Northern Territories since the beginning of August. It is the only warning Interlopers will get — if they may realise it as a warning. To some, when they look back, it’s a omen, a starting pistol.
They do not come through the Mines. Thanks to the efforts of Interlopers to guard the entrances of the Milton Mines, they know better. They come to town from the south, not the north.
The quakes of August and September have opened a new way from Lakeside to Milton. They are led by their Leader: a man dressed in white, a large deer skull upon his head. And while their numbers are small in comparison, they come armed and with the determination to get rid of the Interlopers once and for all. As they come into town, they launch their attack.
More fires will be set, Interlopers will be attacked with abandon. Shot at, stabbed, beaten. It is a mass execution. They will not stop until the Interlopers, or them, are dead.
Well, the majority of them. There are just under a dozen teenagers and younger people amongst their ranks who have shown hesitance toward violence in the past. Perhaps they can be reasoned with. Perhaps there may be a way to convince them to abandon their cause. There is fear in their eyes. Some of them do not want to die. They fear the yawning grave.
What will do you then, Interloper? Are you willing to fight for your life? Are you willing to take another’s to save your own, or a friends? Will you hide, or run? What choice will you make? The Forest Talkers have long since made their own choice. Now you must make yours.
It is another night of chaos on a town already scarred by the events of June. Interlopers will note two familiar faces in the fray: at some point during the night both Methuselah and Young Bill will arrive. While Methuselah will concentrate on aiding the wounded and trying to shelter Interlopers the best he can, Young Bill will help protect Interlopers from the Forest Talkers with his rifle in hand. But fortunately, it is just for one single night. Ammunition runs out, sides are switched, and people are killed. As dawn approaches, Forest Talker numbers dwindle. Either killed, incapacitated or defected. In the early morning light, bodies lie in the snow both Interloper and Forest Talker alike.
Those trying to hunt down the leader will see him slipping inside an empty cabin, heavily wounded. Following after him, they will find him settling himself down to kneel on the floor. The white of his tactical gear stained red with blood as it blooms from his wounds. Slowly, he removes the deer skull from his head to reveal a clean-shaven man in his late twenties with a shock of white-blond hair. His eyes are blue, calm.
He sets the skull down, panting and sweating. He is dying. He is not afraid.
“My name is Mallory, not that it matters now. We are dead, you and I.” he says softly. “We exist in a dying world.”
He is in much pain from his wounds. He moves again to sit cross-legged on the floor. A hand touches the bloodied fabric of his front and he laughs humourlessly.
“You don’t understand, do you? The end must come. That is the order of things. The end must come so the world can be reborn. That is how it’s always worked. When the world is swallowed, it will grow again from the earth.”
It is a story. The story of the Darkwalker. Some believe it to be the end of the world, but Young Bill had once said there is another telling of the tale. A creation myth. The Darkwalker swallows the world and returns to its slumber within the earth. Within it, everything its swallowed grows again and the world returns.
“We fought against man’s actions to ruin this place, not knowing our true purpose. The Devourer has shown me the truth, and I sought to put that into action.” His head tilts to one side. “The yawning grave is opened. Does new life not grow from the decay? It is a cycle. The grave and the cradle.”
He finds it difficult to breathe, but he presses on.
“You fight to live. You come here and you do not see what you are. You are only delaying the inevitable, perverting the true course. Prolonging the suffering. You are the Interlopers, you are not part of nature’s design. The Darkwalker does not want you here. And where it fails, we have tried to succeed.”
There’s another laugh, something catching in his throat. He coughs, blood bubbling from his lips.
“And failed. For now. The First Cursed cannot hold it forever. She, too, delays the inevitable." Even as he is dying, he still have the energy to sneer. He speaks of Enola. "A woman who plays at being a god. What right does she have? All must go into the Long Dark. ... As will I. Return me to the grave.”
Mallory’s head dips, his body sagging. He inhales once more and then stops.
FAQs
1. Players must sign up for items. See the toplevel on the plotting post.
2. Items will face the same warps/nerfs as everything else that is brought into the game.
3. Items can be no bigger than something your character can reasonably carry.
4. While items do not have to belong to your character, there has to be a good reason why they’d receive such an item — ie. something related to your character.
1. The Forest Talkers within Milton are a number of NPCs that have been pre-selected from NPCs who arrived in April and August. Not all of them will show their true intentions as the month goes on but will continue to stay hidden.
2. Two NPCs killed in the June Event were also Forest Talkers. … Good… job?
3. The following NPC Interlopers will out themselves as Forest Talkers at this stage: Devon Busswood; Rita Yee; Realm Lovejoy.
1. Following the events of this prompt, Interlopers now have an additional way into Lakeside. It’s still rather dangerous: it’s through a partially collapsed cave system that ends into abandoned bunker on the Lakeside side. The game map will be marked accordingly in due course.
2. Some Interlopers may recognise a familiar face in the Forest Talker ranks: the man who was kidnapped by Interlopers previously in July has returned. Looks like he made good on his promise. He's come back to cause problems.
3. The following NPC Interlopers will out themselves as Forest Talkers during the attack: Jackie Blackmore; Ross Huguet; Jennifer Kitchen; Daniel Kresco.
4. As a reminder of numbers: around fifty Forest Talkers will show up for the attack.
5. There is an OOC vote on the fate of the remaining Forest Talkers, the link is here.
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Jackie fucking Blackmore. She was with us, pretended to be one of us. Gave me clothes when I got here. Stopped her from burning down a cabin with the people in it twenty minutes ago, fought with her, and she's good. Guaranteed she takes us to the place you're looking for.
[ Michonne shakes her head angrily, in frustration. ]
But I lost her in the dark, I don't know these woods yet.
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I know the area pretty well. D'you know where you think she went? I can get us back to Milton if needed.
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[ Michonne looks at him, silently wondering if he'll be good with that when the time comes. She assumes so. ]
Get us there, I'm with you.
[ She's listening, katana out as she never stops looking side to side, not assuming they're alone even if it seems that way. ]
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Hickey gives her a little nod and gestures for her to follow, as he starts to make his way through the woods. He moves with the confidence of someone who knows what he's doing. After a moment, though, he makes idle conversation and muses, ]
I'll get out of your way when you kill her. Far as I'm concerned, you're doing the community a service.
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[ She wonders if anyone can guess how long. Michonne follows him, listening to hear if she can pick up footsteps that aren't their own, in between sentences. ]
What happened before, with this group? This is a response to something.
[ At least as far as she assumes. For now. Her eyes are focused on the dark, just over his shoulder, trying to make out anything in the dark. ]
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[ Which isn't Hickey trying to get out of telling it. His tone is more along the lines of a warning, trying to tell Michonne that she's getting the cliff notes (a term that Hickey actually doesn't know) and that he's not going to give her a long and drawn out explanation while he's navigating the woods in the dark. ]
But basically they were causing trouble over in Lakeside. Shooting at us, mutilating bodies, things like that. Man asked us to help smoke them out. We stole a few caches in the woods, tried to starve them out. Apparently we weren't as through as I had hoped.
[ Truth be told, Hickey didn't really give a damn about the Forest Talkers before now. It's only now, in this moment, when they're actively targeting him that he's decided to respond. ]
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Hard to be through when they had people in our group, biding their time.
[ Our group, now. She's no longer able to say she isn't getting involved, that this isn't her place. They tried to take the roof over her head, so now she's in it. Now it's personal.
She pauses whens he hears something, trying to decide if it's nothing or Jackie, tense and staring at Hickey to confirm whether or not he hears it too: less than careful footsteps. They're loud, so loud she wonders if it might not be a trap. Best case scenario, it's an animal. ]
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It's truly annoying. ]
Agreed. We did our best, but we never really had a way to fully smoke them out. [ A pause before, ] Aggravating as hell.
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Now might be a good time to organize a group willing to retaliate. Forest Talkers wouldn't expect anyone to fight back. We go to them, and take them all out while they're sleeping. I'm only guessing they have to do that at some point.
[ She glances at him, her own face impassive. She isn't eager to murder, but she equally doesn't want to be killed. And now she has people here she cares about not getting killed, too. ]
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You'll have me at your side should you organize this group. Doing creepy shit in the woods? Odd, but I can tolerate it. The moment you come for me and mine, though, all bets are off.
[ He's got something good here. Something nice. He's not letting it get away. ]
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Glad I ran into you. Sorry about the katana.
[ She offers a small smirk, but she means it. She doesn't want to bother with someone who's going to question killing the ones who came after them first. She's willing to hear out the younger ones, and she looks over with a deep frown, thinking again of Jocelyn putting a knife in Judith's hand, encouraging her five-year-old to murder. ]
Some are just kids. Born into it, probably.
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Besides, he has an equally important question to ask, ]
The fuck's a katana? [ asks Mr. English Accent ] Is that your sword?
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That's what the fuck a katana is. You heard of Japan in your world? It's a weapon that comes from there. My world, you shoot a gun and all you've done is let every monster in the area know where you are and which direction to go.
[ Not just the dead, but monsters. All of them, human and walker alike. Shoot a gun, and it might as well be an open invitation to your location. ]
I try to keep it to that blade if I can.
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Some of the monsters, on the other hand... ]
Makes sense. I could see it working back in England. Course, the bigger problem is that I've dealt with some monsters that the moment you get into slicing range, you might as well be dead.
[ All in all, he'd prefer a gun to a katana when facing a bear. ]
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[ Michonne merely shakes her head to indicate certain death. ]...humans though, that's a different kind of monster. I'm not above a gun. But the noise they make that draws the dead ain't worth it. If you can help it.
[ But sometimes you can't, she's been there. Her life, or a gunshot that buys her five minutes to figure out how to get ahead of a horde. ]
My world's a little fucked.
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[ That's explanation enough in his mind. 'Why do you prefer guns' because have you tried stabbing a bear? It's not fun! It's not easy! ]
Though I'm starting to think everybody's world's a little fucked. I've only met one or two people from some place that you might define as 'normal.'
could probably steer toward wrapping for new stuff!
But you're not wrong. Talked to too many people whose homes seemed at least equal to this. Mine is...
[ What did someone else call them, someone from a different place? She struggles to remember, then glances at Hickey again. ]
Have you heard the word 'zombie?'
[ The word feels strange on her tongue, it's the first time she's said it since learning it exists. ]
works for me!
The reanimated dead, [ Hickey says, with a little nod. ] Most often they eat brains.
[ Not tongues. Also, zombies aren't Portugese, something that runs through his head but he keeps to himself because that is far too long a story for a stupid little inside joke to tell Michonne. ]
But I suspect your definition's got a few more nuances than mine. We're almost at Milton. [ Indeed, the lights of the town are starting to become visible in the distance. ] Fill me in until we get there?
wrap~
[ So? She's better off, or something. But she starts at the beginning, going back to how fast it all went downhill, leaving out the people she lost. As she explains, even with her omissions, Michonne internally wonders at herself for opening up to a stranger, trusting at all. Already, this place has changed how she interacts with others, and she isn't sure it's necessarily a bad thing. ]