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MINI-EVENT: CODA - IC EVENT LOG

Mini-Event - Coda

Mid-April, you receive two formal invitations. They arrive separately in two distinct envelopes and do not appear to be precisely related.
◎ The first is from Solvunn, signed and sealed by the Solvunn Council. It informs the reader that on April 18th, Josselyn Creed's fate will be publicly carried out according to Solvunn's traditions with the Old Gods. The location is in neutral territory, a safe distance from the Singularity's crater. The Council expresses deep regret for the actions of one of their own and invites you to attend as an observer if you wish to find closure. Portals are provided. The proceedings will be in the morning.

◎ The second is from your respective faction. The letter is less solemn and invites you to attend a weekend gala on April 21st - 23rd. It acknowledges that recent times have been difficult and that faction officials and locals wish to repay the Summoned for their contributions. Portals to each location are provided.
Divine Judgment
In the weeks leading up to Josselyn Creed's execution, many of you were allowed to question Josselyn. Now that you've received the answers you're seeking - as much as you were able to - officials have granted you the chance to gain some closure and witness her execution.

The factions will warn the Summoned that Solvunn does not take angering the Gods lightly. Her death will not be quick and will likely be sacrificial. They advise anyone who may not have the stomach for it to remain home and enjoy the festivities at the end of the week.

Attending her execution is optional and open to all. New arrivals are welcome to watch...though they may not want to. All characters may skip this portion of the event.

Participants of Event #12 are still welcome to speak to Josselyn. This section will close on April 30th.
Last Rites
CW: Disturbing imagery, animal death, ritualistic sacrifice, body horror.

So that all can attend, Solvunn will perform Josselyn's last rites in neutral territory. Anyone who attended the Peace Summit last year will recognize the area, though the colorful tents are gone. In their place are some plain stone benches and a temporary altar. Thick mists roll into the valley, bringing a chill to the air. As you arrive, you see Solvunn mages instructing volunteers to right certain stones as the last touches are added. Present to represent the other two factions are Jolene Sybell of Thorne and Reva Hym of the Free Cities.

The stones are arranged in spiraling circles, with twelve arches that span them. Carved into the ground beneath the arches are each of the Major Arcana. Find your matching Arcana and leave an offering if you want. You're told the gesture will appease the gods and ensure the "cleansing" is successful.

The Moon, Josselyn Creed's Arcana, has been carved into the center stone. If you share her Arcana or are The Emperor or Justice, Solvunn mages will approach and ask you to write your name in charcoal into the stone. If you bear any of the other signs, you can also do so, but you won't be asked directly.
Preparation
Soon, a hush falls over the crowd as Isar Hart comes forward with a black sheep in tow. Several Solvunn Elders flank the sheep as it's placed before the altar. They paint large winding lines and runes on its wool and face. Winifred Bordeaux turns to the crowd. She states that the wrongs born of the commune are always made right by Solvunn's hands and seeks forgiveness. The gods may cast judgment as they see fit.

Mages begin a haunting chant in an ancient tongue. With a large bone knife, Winifred kneels next to the sheep and slices its throat. As warm blood flows over the ground, it fills each etched Arcana sigil. The sigils glow a faint red upon contact, and the grass around them withers and blackens. Once fully drained, the Elders carefully skin the sheep. Its organs are placed in jars as it is hollowed out. With the skin removed, the Elders lay it on the altar and declare that those who stray from the gods must be brought back into the fold.

One of the stones vibrates, releasing Josselyn Creed into the hands of waiting Elders. As she's dragged to the altar's center, she decries Solvunn for being blind, accusing them of turning away from the truth. The old ways have long stopped serving them, she declares. The Old Gods are no longer listening.
Penance
Holding her in place, Rowan March places the skin of the black sheep upon her. The wool stretches outward to envelop her limbs, covering every part of her in the pelt and muffling her shouts. As each bone bends and snaps loudly in the silence to take the form of a sheep, her body collapses with anguished cries. Finally, a mass of quivering wool and human sinew is left, the sheep's face ajar on her broken skull.

The chanting reaches a crescendo, then stops abruptly. The mist thickens, swirling towards the altar. Your surroundings darken. From the gloom comes a massive bird-like silhouette. Its enormous wings shadow the sky, blocking out the sun. Though the figure's form is obscured, the dozens of vultures that descend are visible - and so is the feast that ensues.

Through the fog and shadow, you glimpse blood and flesh tearing. Slowly, the mist begins to clear as each bird takes its fill. The silhouette above withdraws. What remains before you is a pile of bones picked clean...and the recognizable head of Josselyn Creed beneath the sheep's mask, the only part of her uneaten.
Immolation
The Council allows all in attendance to confirm Josselyn's identity and her fate, ensuring that the factions and the Summoned are satisfied with the outcome. A ritual fire lights up on the altar. Her head is placed in first by one of the Elders.

The rest of her bones are in the sheepskin. No blood or flesh remains. The pelt is startlingly clean for such a gory display. You're invited to paint your Arcana on a bone and place the bone into the fire as a gesture to the gods that you've accepted the punishment they chose for her.

The atmosphere is solemn. Winifred offers her thanks on behalf of the Council for allowing Solvunn to make amends for Josseyn's misdeeds. They deeply regret this was necessary but promise they'll take steps to ensure it never happens again.

A few remain to watch her bones finish burning. You may join them if you like or return home at once. A harsh silence fills the ceremonial grounds as you step through the portal.

Weekend Gala
Several days after the execution, the cities prepare for the feast and gala. On the day of, portals will open up in the main hub of each city: Castle Thorne in Thorne, the Primary Settlement in Solvunn, and Cadens in the Free Cities.

You're welcome to arrive on the first day or skip the speeches and arrive on the second day for the main dinner and event. Everyone will be sent home on the third day (April 23rd), though the factions would be happy if you'd like to volunteer to clean up and take down decorations before you go. Not to worry if you'd rather go home - they have plenty of staff and locals for the job.

Each city will provide a place for you to stay for the weekend. They'll choose their best inns for you, except Solvunn. Solvunn will offer a comfortable communal tent for all attendees to share.
Thorne (Hayle)
The first evening, the King and Queen will gather guests into a grand hall at Hayle University. The King formally welcomes and expresses Thorne's gratitude for everyone's safe return. He heralds the Summoned and those involved in the terrible incident for their fortitude and bravery. The Queen follows afterward, adding that she is glad justice has been served and that they can be assured Josselyn Creed can never harm anyone again. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave and promises Thorne will always serve those who are steadfast in their loyalty.

In a rare moment, Ambrose Rhett and the Duchess, Anastasia Rhett, can be spotted standing side by side in the background. Jolene Sybell is also present. Ambrose, however, will not be seen past the welcoming speech, returning to the Castle after.
Gifts
As a resident of Thorne, you'll receive a gift bag containing:
◎ A sweet dream potion that grants the user happy dreams and a good night's sleep. A basic spell, these potions were made by schoolchildren in Hayle as a thank-you gift for the Summoned. The custom label on each bottle has your name handwritten and decorated by the kids. If you're known around the Castle, it might contain a drawing that represents your reputation - for example, a flower if you have a green thumb. They've been told a bit about the Summoned by officials and their teachers.

◎ A jade turtle that, when placed in a bowl or pool of water, is enchanted to swim around. A novel decorative piece that calls back to the giant sea turtle which came to aid you and your friends on Thorne's shores.

◎ A soothing galaxy orb that displays the starry night sky within. When placed in front of some light, it'll cast a pretty sparkle over your surroundings.
Surroundings
Located far north, Hayle is most famous for its beautiful crystalline architecture. The weather is warmer now that spring has arrived, but relatively cool with temperatures dipping at night. Vast mountains are in the distance for a breathtaking view.

Hayle bustles with vibrant energy and a diverse population. Where Castle Thorne closely follows the formal traditions of the nobility and traditional Academic Magic, Hayle is trendier with innovative spellwork, the newest designs in fashion, and a vast library of knowledge.
◎ Arcana Deck Exhibit
Expensive custom-crafted Arcana decks are under glass cases like fine jewels. One notable attraction is an exhibit displaying one-of-a-kind decks designed by famous artists or enchanted by renowned mages in Thorne's history. Some boast intricately painted designs and real gold, while others use precious gems embedded in the cards themselves. One preserved deck is carved entirely on pinewood.

◎ Boutiques
Boutiques sell tailored clothes and fine jewelry that include Arcana-inspired accessories. Luxury magical tools are also available such as gold scales for weighing potion ingredients. Some bookshops specialize in signed or antique copies. The contents are nothing special, but editions are considered collectibles. Though most aren't for sale except to the wealthiest individuals, you're free to look.

◎ Makeover & Performers
Street performers occupy every corner around Hayle: stories told through illusions, musician-less instruments, and juggling acts that incorporate impressive balls of colorful light. You can get your portrait drawn by an enchanted paintbrush or volunteer for one of the illusionists to give you a temporary "makeover." The makeover will grant you one or more features of your choosing that will last 24 hours: a new hair or eye color (including unnatural shades!), translucent illusory wings (they won't get in the way), or decorative nails.

Personal shopping and styling assistance is also offered by Lenore and Natasha Romanoff.
Banquet
The banquet takes place on the second evening, held in Hayle University's finest ballroom. Decorations are delicate and elegant. The chandelier above drips with crystals and gold.

Although you'll have an assigned seat to start with, there's no need to stay where you are. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!
◎ Food & Drink
A formal multi-course dinner will be served throughout the night. The wine flows freely and food is abundant. Thorne is known for its exquisite cuisine, and Hayle is no different. With the harsh winter over and farmlands slowly recovering from the attack last summer, the nation is no longer struggling as much with supplies. Dishes include stuffed duck, delicate fish, rare nutty cheeses, soup, and plenty of cakes and biscuits.

◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and magic shows. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! If you're not good at what you do, the citizens won't boo you off the stage, but you'll feel an awkward atmosphere begin to build, and word might spread about your act. The nobility in Thorne has exacting standards and a penchant for gossip.

Musical performances include original compositions on the violin and piano by Lestat de Lioncourt and elvish songs by Elrond, while Lord John Grey will recite some poetry and music. Magical displays include illusory lights featuring the Arcana signs by Istredd, flashy divination magicks channeled through a tarot deck by Urianger, and a light-based display of intricate mandalas Stephen Strange - whose third eye may be glimpsed beneath his hood when he casts his Eldritch magic.

◎ Night's End
The banquet runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A carriage will be waiting to take you back to your inn. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Castle Thorne through the portal.
Free Cities (Libertas)
The first evening, the Prime Minister will gather guests by the mosaic sculpture in the Willow Memorial Park. Prime Minister Marlo expresses her gratitude for everyone's safe return and apologizes for the atrocities that occurred under her watch. The bravery and fortitude of those involved will be remembered. Fortunately, justice has found those responsible, and the city can begin to march forward. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave, promising that her government will make sure nothing like this ever happens again to its people. The Summoned are, of course, people of the Free Cities regardless of where they came from.

Quilleth Kaur takes the stand afterward, addressing the tragedy that struck Libertas not long ago and personally thanking the Summoned for their help in rescuing survivors and rebuilding the city. This includes the construction of the park itself, led by two of the Free Cities' longest Summoned residents. She bids everyone to enjoy the festivities. They deserve to relax and feast after a harrowing experience.
Gifts
As a resident of the Free Cities, you'll receive a gift basket containing:
Tickets to a special comeback show by one of Libertas' most famous acrobatic troupes - their first since the city's destruction. The envelope includes a letter which addresses you by name and thanks you for your help. If you've made an impression on the citizens of Libertas, the letter will mention noteworthy things you've contributed, such as volunteer efforts or donations. The tickets grant you the best seats in the house and a free drink during intermission. Performances are held throughout April and May, so you'll have plenty of time to attend.

◎ A kazoo, best used to annoy your friends or heckle anyone you find disagreeable, though beware that the people of Libertas won't hesitate to brawl on the street over insults.

◎ Luxurious bath crystal balls that fizzle and give the water a beautiful shimmer. Infused with medicinal properties, they'll alleviate aching muscles and lingering pains.
Surroundings
Located far south, Libertas is most famous for its subversive attitude and colorful architecture. With winter on the way out, the weather is warm but not scorching hot as it can be in the summer. Rare spring rains have caused flowers to bloom and sprout around the desert.

Libertas is diverse and lax in social norms. Where Cadens boasts the best research and technology, Libertas' focus is on advancements in free thought, art, and knowledge. Following the art walk not long ago and the long-term portal to Libertas, some of these attitudes have filtered into Cadens.
◎ Artist Alleys
The collapse of the city's buildings has caused street art to greatly flourish. Winding alleyways between homes and shops contain paintings, written poetry on the walls, and musical performances. Sculptor Axn Kade, famous for his pieces made of reclaimed metal and his activism for mining safety, has added a new sculpture to the city's streets. The plaque contains a dedication to the Summoned who helped clean up the mining equipment a few months ago, having used the scrap metal gathered during that process.

◎ Gambling Halls & Brews
Rejecting government oversight, Libertas is home to several gambling halls of all types. If you have the money, you're sure to find a spot to suit you. Beware of loan sharks and play at your own risk. Taverns around Libertas are rowdy. They often have an open floor for art performances, poetry readings, and philosophical debates. Always open to new ideas, many places in Libertas host tastings for brews created using innovative flavors and techniques.

◎ Market Square
Though not as large as Aquila's market, the Libertas market square is still a sprawling maze. Anyone with something to sell will have squeezed a table or a stall into the area. Enterprising merchants will give you a demonstration of some of their products, most powered by New Magic: a comb that changes your hair color upon use, eye drops that give your irises an enchanting colorful glow, and disposable crystal accessories that take on the illusion of precious jewels for a short period - invented to undermine the value of gems. Any changes to your appearance are temporary, lasting 24 hours.

Before the feast, simple dance lessons are available from Caitlyn Kiramman.
Garden Feast
The feast takes place on the second evening, held at the Willow Memorial Park. Glowing orbs of light have been hung from the willow trees while vases made by a local potter feature flowers from the park's wildflower meadows. More details about the park are available under Locales for Libertas.

Provided by Viktor (and Jayce Talis), the center of the garden contains a revolving armillary sphere modeled after the astronomy of Abraxas, casting an atmospheric starry light over the area.

To start with, you'll pull your table number from a hat to receive your "assigned" seat, but there's no need to stay there all night. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!
◎ Food & Drink
An eclectic array of dishes line a large table at the park's center. Help yourself to what you like in any order. No one will bother you if you start with dessert! Wine, ales, and hard liquors are as plentiful as the food. Dishes include grilled fish and pork, dips and spreads, puddings, sweetbread, cakes, and seasonal fruits common to the desert climate, such as figs and oranges.

◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and poetry. Artists have been invited to unveil new pieces or showcase old favorites. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! Performers won't be judged on talent so much as passion. As long as you're creative and genuinely enjoy your craft, you'll have the support of the locals.

Jaskier will put on a lute performance, including a ballad of Spyndlveiss containing themes related to the recent disappearances. Diana Prince will recite a short portion of The Iliad, in both Ancient Greek and common. A "blade dancing" display using a painted stave by Obi-wan Kenobi will take place, as well. Finally, Hilda Goneril will draw and paint quick "fashion sketches" to commemorate everyone's style - available to both small groups and individuals.

◎ Night's End
The feast runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A wagon is available to bring you back to your inn, but most locals prefer to walk, creating a drunken parade of people through the streets while singing cheerfully. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Cadens through the portal.
Solvunn (Primary Settlement)
The first evening, the two remaining members of the Council, along with Isar Hart, address the gathered, apologizing for the sheep who strayed from their flock. They're especially disappointed with the heretical actions of a trusted community member, whose name they will no longer acknowledge. The gods have cast their judgment, and now the community can come together to heal. The Council promises the newly formed Summoned Conclave that they are vital members of the commune and that Solvunn is here to aid them in whatever they need.

Isar Hart reiterates that his position on the Council is temporary until the seat can be filled, though the Council does not give a date for when this might occur.
Gifts
As a member of the Solvunn Commune, you'll receive a gift bag containing:
◎ A clay mug, handmade by children in the settlements. Each mug is customized for the individual based on what the children have managed to learn about you, painted with what they believe to be your favorite colors, flowers, patterns, or animals. How accurate the kids are about you varies depending on your interactions with them, but they've tried their best. The bottom of the mug is signed by the child who made it for you. If you run into them afterward, they might ask if you like your mug.

◎ Thick and comfortable knitted socks made from the wool of Isar Hart's sheep farm.

◎ A few sachets of herbal teas to help you get a good night's rest and restore your energy. A small thank-you note accompanies the teas, signed by Lorelai and Esmond, who are grateful for the chance to return home.
Surroundings
The southernmost of the settlements, the Secondary Settlement boasts vast sprawling farmlands and a beautiful shoreline overlooking the ocean. Skies are sunny and clear throughout the gathering. Wildflowers bloom across the flat plains, orchards are starting to bear fruit, and fish are plentiful once more.

The Secondary Settlement is sparsely populated but maintains a tight-knit community. Where the Primary Settlement is a hub for schooling, craftspeople, and artisans, the Secondary Settlement is focused on agriculture and livestock: sheep, goats, horses, and fields of crops fill the area. Many families take pride in supplying the commune with produce and materials like wool, eggs, milk, and grains.
◎ Farms & Livestock
Farms are open with fences solely to keep out any predators or pests. You're free to visit the fields and orchards. Pick apricots and cherries, pet the sheep, play with the baby goats, and gather eggs for the evening's potluck. Isar Hart will be pleased to show you his prized black sheep, whose majestic horns are greatly admired. Smaller gardens filled with flowers and herbs are also available to explore. If you'd like to put together bouquets for the evening or make flower wreaths to decorate, you can help yourself. Finally, you can fish to your heart's content in the nearby pond. Bring your catch to dinner!

◎ Shrines
After recent events, shrines around the Secondary Settlement are full of offerings to appease the gods and seek guidance. These offerings consist of animal bones, harvested fruit, and wine. You can add to the shrines if you like or simply visit them. Many shrines hum with magical energy and all previous signs of corruption over the past few weeks have faded. You can ask for blessings of health, luck, or abundance for yourself or others.

◎ Neighborly Help
Although Solvunn doesn't place much emphasis on extravagance, the evening's affair is an important one. They'd like to look their best. Members of the commune are all around the settlement to give you a hand to get ready. You can have someone style or braid your hair with ribbons, color it with natural dyes, or lend you some clothes and accessories if you don't have any. You can help them in return, as well. They're also happy to trade items with you.

Louis de Pointe du Lac will temporarily alter your clothes or appearance for the night using illusory magic.
Potluck
The potluck takes place on the second evening, held outdoors in one of the Secondary Settlement's spring meadows. Decorations are rustic and simple, consisting of fresh flowers and candles.

Mud-clay sculptures and masks are available from Nanaue, though they are not very sturdy. Nero will hand out colorful brochures.

There are no assigned seats. Tables and chairs are placed tightly together, along with natural seating created by tree stumps and boulders. You're encouraged to mingle and wander around. Though a sober hush lies over the gathering, the atmosphere is hopeful. The people of Solvunn look forward to better days.
◎ Food & Drink
Solvunn's potluck feast consists of dishes and drinks brought by everyone in the commune, including members of the Council. There are hearty stews and soups, freshly baked bread, butter churned that very morning, and a variety of Solvunn's famous goat cheeses. You're invited to contribute anything you like! Simply add your dish or dessert to the table. The centerpiece of the potluck is a pig roast. Mead and ale flow freely.

Wanda Maximoff will bring sečenica, propeć (both cheese and egg savory baked goods), and traditional fruit pies of plums, cherries, sugar, almonds, and vanilla sugar. Claire Fraser will provide a unique loose-leaf herbal tea blend.

◎ Entertainment
The people of Solvunn will sing, dance, and make music together. On occasion, there are pauses for someone to take the spotlight, but overall no one's center stage for long. Instruments are passed around, and guests are encouraged to join in. Due to recent events, many songs are subdued, speaking of honoring the gods. Later in the night, stories are exchanged around the campfires. One particular folktale is told by Rowan March about Spyndlveiss, a figure who captures wayward sheep on their way between the settlements. From these lost sheep, he makes sheepskin suits for hungry wolves to wear.

Eddie Munson will hold a lively musical performance.

◎ Night's End
The potluck runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. Large tents are nearby for you to rest and spend the night. In the morning, you can join in on the communal breakfast before returning through the portal to the Primary Settlement.



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[personal profile] takeatrip 2023-05-16 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I think so, and I'm stayin' far away from that.

[The military. He'd had no interest in it in his own world, and even less so here.]

I wonder if there might be private investigators, though.

[He's been thinking about that, and the potential for that line of work, but with everything that happened recently the idea of looking into legalities and possible licenses and such has felt much too daunting for him to attempt just yet.]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-05-17 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ When she's flanked between them like this with the warmth and security that they provide, it's difficult for her to remember why she's voicing these worries in the first place. It's like the nights since their return where she's woken up to check for signs that they've returned had never happened.

Surely this easiness has always been here and her insecurities were a byproduct of the stress and lack of sleep they had endured over the last several weeks, right? It can't be indicative of anything else because that would be ridiculous. She hmphs in an attempt to lighten the mood. ]


Who said I was feeling neglected? I have Petra and Marianne. Not to mention Sylvain and Claude Junior. They actually listen to me when I call.

[ The lightness is an attempt to combat the rising guilt caused by the realization that she's being selfish. There's no other word to describe her unspoken demand that they cope in a way that makes sense to her brain.

It's easier to deflect that with the thought of nights out like this, together, arm in arm, where they can be silly warms her heart. Appeases the spoiled part of her in some way. Simply put, they (Claude, Petra, Sylvain, Marianne) can do what they'd like, she just doesn't want to be forgotten in the process. Her eyes sparkle, like all really is forgiven. Or it will be soon. ]


But if you're both sorry, you can both make it up to me now by carrying me up the stairs later when we get to the inn. And by both, I mean Claude. Sylvain already carried me here.

[ They aren't the only ones good at deflecting. ]
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[personal profile] soothsighs 2023-05-17 12:20 am (UTC)(link)

( I have you.

They spin, and Urianger feels Thancred's grip on him tighten just enough to keep him upright and held close. That's really all it takes for it to happen — for a memory to cut through the pair of them and leave him thinking of all the times Moenbryda picked him up, hugged him, or simply crushed him close in a one-armed embrace. It isn't that he's thinking of her in Thancred's place — far from it, in fact — but rather he realises he's missed such contact—

And that he's missed the way his stomach never failed to flutter in the aftermath.

... To flutter the way it is now, with his palm in Thancred's and golden eyes locked on twinkling silver.

I have you.

The tips of his ears darken again as Urianger looks away, a frown pinching at his brow as the familiar stirrings of guilt begin to gnaw into the pit of his stomach. What in Hydaelyn's name is he doing? A moon hasn't yet passed since the Pit — since his mind's defences were breached violently enough for him to try to lure Thancred into the dank hole in the earth to partake of the ritual — and he shivers noticably as a spasm of self-disgust flickers across his expression.

When they finally come to a halt he drops Thancred's hand like it's burned him, then steps away just enough to relinquish the warmth that he's finding he'd quite like to hold on to.

Warmth he doesn't deserve.
)

Thou hast my thanks for playing along with my game, Thancred.

( He says curtly, an attempt at a small smile touching the corners of his lips. Urianger has been trying not to close himself off from his friends so readily, he really has, but something about that fluttering in his stomach has him turning back to those old habits. )

Forgive me my moment of frivolity. 'Twas a most enjoyable flight of fancy — but a flight of fancy nonetheless.

Edited 2023-05-17 00:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] soothsighs 2023-05-17 01:01 am (UTC)(link)

( Worlds upon worlds. Urianger nods thoughtfully as he slots this information into his current understanding of the universe: Meteion had claimed to have travelled to countless worlds in Hermes' search for life's meaning, therefore it makes sense that one of them could have been Stephen's. All of the Summoned could have travelled from such worlds — Stars flung far enough away that they managed to escape the dread-notes of the Endsinger's Aria.

It is a comforting thought.
)

Just so.

( Urianger nods, meeting Stephen's questioning with warm enthusiasm. It's been some time since he spoke to someone with a genuine interest in such topics, after all, and to actually be invited to speak on the matter as opposed to being merely tolerated? His eyes seem brighter for it. )

Upon the First — that is, the first of the thirteen Sundered reflections of our Star — such understandings were reversed. The people of the First instead interpret the "umbral" as "darkness", associating it with life and activity, whereas the "astral" is known as "light", which they associate with statis and passivity.

( A beat. Three years of intensive aetherology study had yielded fascinating (and at the time, devastating) results: )

And 'tis their interpretation that proveth correct.

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[personal profile] aquilus 2023-05-17 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I know. I've tried some of them.

[Probably not the same things Viktor is thinking of, though.]

We don't have coffee where I come from. It's a shame.
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[personal profile] godshattering 2023-05-17 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ At Hilda's protest she's not feeling neglected Claude arches an eyebrow briefly since it sounded that way to him too, but then that eyebrow's replaced with both raised openly when the lizards are mentioned again. ]

Are you... saying the lizards respond to their names? That's quite a feat.

[ Not something he would've associated with lizards either, honestly, but then again: the lizards he knew before these appeared as their newest housemates weren't exactly part machinery either. Tempting as it is to get lost in pondering lizard abilities - and how that compares to the Leosylphs who don't seem to know the names he'd given them while they're guests - but it's interrupted by a very Hilda suggestion he should've seen coming. ]

And wait a minute. Sylvain gets to carry you through the streets but I get to carry you up the stairs? That's very generous of you, Hilda.

[ There's an attempt to make that sound dry and deeply unimpressed, but it's somewhat ruined by the fondness seeping into his voice. It's perfect for wiping away any shadows brought on by the mention of not being around, and not unlike nights where they'd needed to slip back inside after visiting a tavern before Seteth caught them. Stairs were involved then too thanks to the dormitories (and all the others around the monastery) so it's a pleasant memory and one he doesn't mind doing now either even if he's going to use it as a teasing complaint first.

That's also complete with sending Sylvain a very Serious look like something of great importance is about to be bestowed upon the other man. ]


This means you're in charge of the pastry box. Don't drop it or I think you and I will both be sleeping out in the hallway then.
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[personal profile] philancer 2023-05-17 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Considering the inn is looming up ahead of them, Sylvain gives Claude a playful salute and reaches out to pluck the pastry box from Hilda's hands, carrying it with the same care and reverence that Claude had earlier dealt her shoes. ]

I will protect them with my life. But I think we should be giving you that warning. [ He smirks before leaning over Hilda's head to give Claude an exaggerated whisper from behind his hand, knowing full well she'd be able to hear every word. ] Don't drop Hilda or we may have to flee to Solvunn.
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[personal profile] aquilus 2023-05-17 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Altaïr considers it for a moment, not letting the uncertainty affect the smoothness of his dancing. He knows from experience that not all the Summoned will take a dim view of his vocation, especially removed from his world. He also knows that to many people, murder is murder, and his status as a master Assassin isn't something he especially wants to advertise.

Quirking an eyebrow, he leans in and smiles.]


What would you say if I told you I was a professional killer?
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[personal profile] thearchangel 2023-05-17 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Nailed that!

[He sounds both proud of himself for pulling it off, and his dance partner for going through it. Unfortunately, Garrus has a tendency to be a bit louder than he means to - see all the times he yelled "scratch one" on the battlefield. A couple heads turn, and he ducks his own head, the mandibles on each side of his jaw flicking in and out.]

[Like blushing. But with moving pieces.]


Ah, yeah? That's got to be hell to keep track of. [Hard to remember if you were dumping some unknown information or not.] Sort of. I remember things she doesn't - things that haven't happened for her.

[Like the invasion of Earth, of Palaven.]
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[personal profile] thearchangel 2023-05-17 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Hah - look who I learned it from.

[It's endearing, really. The Shuffle. You grow to love it. In ... some ways.]

[And, yeah. It really is a first date. But as far as first dates go, he could probably do a lot worse for her. Not that he'd want to. Never. Only the best for Shepard. Was that why he'd done so much research? Part of it. Wanting everything to go right - for her.]

[Damn right he went for the big finish. And so help him, he can't help but sound a little smug about it. Just a little. They'd gotten through a dance without any serious injury. Or falling on anyone's ass. Definitely something to be proud of.]


You know me... Never do anything halfway.
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[personal profile] blackeyedprince 2023-05-17 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Kell lets out a sigh. That's not the point.

"That would have been the most stupid thing ever."

Is he calling out Lucifer? Nope. He has no idea.

"I don't care about her political clout... no, I do. I know she used her influence to help start Thorne's part of rescue operation. I don't want to sound like a complete ingrate, but ... it's not that. It's that... well, she is a bit scary."

A lot. From the impression he got when Mat talks about her. A whole damned lot.

Kell simultaneously shifts away and leans into Istredd's gesture. He's not a child, but also it feels nice. Habit warns him to move away. Affection was never genuine, nor it was ever free. With Istredd, he knows it's different. But he has year of experience to fight with. It will take time.

"I never sucked up to anyone, so no danger here."

Kell's shoulders slump. That's the thing. He was always the best by virtue of being born an Antari. It helped that he liked it. But he really didn't have to push as much as he did. He could beat all other apprentices with is eyes closed. Without trying. He grew pretty arrogant on that.

Then he met Holland... who completely obliterated his own sense of genius. It doesn't help that, many years later, Kell was able to defeat him. He wasn't alone, and he had cursed magic at his fingertips. So the doubts, the first cracks, remain.

Kell doesn't voice any of those doubts. Not because he doesn't trust Istredd. Quite the opposite. It just feels saying them out loud could make them actually true.

"I've been told I'm a good student," he says instead. "Supposedly to the point of obsession."

And yet he struggles with mid-level spells of not especially complicated branch of magic. Kell feels confident in his own magic. It's the learning part that stresses him out. What if all this genius talk was just a lot of air? What if he cannot learn anything he wasn't born with?

"I've been also told I'm a genius."

Kell doesn't remember, or rather he doesn't consider it important, to mention that outside of magic, he blazed through any topic he was given. Not great at foreign languages, that required too much human interaction to be better, but anything else? He tore through it all. To the point that Rhy complain it's unfair he's good at everything.
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[personal profile] catholica 2023-05-17 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a good question. I haven't seen anything but I also haven't really been looking.

( and cadens was a pretty big city with people that probably had a need for private investigators. )

I don't even know where you'd go to start looking though. I don't think there's a Google or anything here.
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2023-05-17 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Probably not at all.]

A tragedy.

[He says it like it's a joke, but it's possible he really, truly believes that. Of course, Viktor is thinking a little more chemically. Maybe mechanically, but he'll keep that to himself.]

I'd advise you to speak with Nadine, but to my understanding her specialization is in, uh. Relaxants.
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[personal profile] the_keeper 2023-05-17 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Years." It's a lie. It's not.

There's much she'd do to thwart anyone who tried to prize that fully-formed dreamworld of their life for six years—the one that Jack was sometimes present for and most of the time not. The one Jack finally remembered bare slivers of a few weeks ago, but this Jack, plucked from the timeline long before those weeks, does not. Not their life. Their marriage. Their children. The truth of what she is. What she did to reach him, to bring him there to her even then.

Her preferred reality.
The coal at the center of her being.
The flower garlands she'd strung on her prison.

He'd been there some. Not enough. Not consistently.
And she knew, in the center of her, every day, it was not real.

(And Jack, her Jack, hadn't even had that much of a mast to cling to during those six years. He'd built a wall to hold her behind him. To drown her out, lest the loss of her after two decades steady would drown him completely. In that, he might have well exceeded her in how relieved and overjoyed, forever in shock, he was to have her back suddenly.)

"Yes. He was taken, too." Sabine's expression finally makes the first truly finitely formed shift. A stately semi-blank remove. A consternation well-lined. Yes, it would take more than one new predatory world, archaic eldritch beings havoc wrecking, or a new deck of old gods to thwart Jack Townsend, who Was and Should Not Be. But it was mixed with her deep annoyance about his removal from where he's supposed to be, what he has to do (what he already did from where she's come). "He's been improving steadily and slowly."

Even if Jack was better prepared to endure that than any else, she'd heard of yet.

"Has there been any further information on why it happened?"
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2023-05-17 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"You will have to show me some of your work."

That's how Viktor got started in Cadens--miscellaneous repair jobs, trying to shore up some money for a workspace and equipment.

"Enjoy the party, for now. I'll reconnect when we're back in Cadens...?"

He trails off, an indication that he does not actually know this kid's name.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-05-17 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Wylan would absolutely be right to assume that.

"We all have to start somewhere. The fashion here was confusing for me too," she says in an attempt to reassure him. "I mean, corsets on the outside of your dress? That would raise more than a few eyebrows at home!" There's a gleeful lilt to her voice that suggests that she probably wasn't one of those people. Her own outfit today seems to reflect that. "But different is fun! You get to have more fun with it."

She leads them towards a lane that she knows is full of menswear shops with both ready to wear and bespoke alike. The store she ends up picking has a mix of both. "Let's go in here," she trills ushering him in. "I like starting with styles. Some places like this can sometimes customize something to a fabric and colour you like so try not to get too fixated on that. Don't be shy and pick anything! They're really friendly here." A statement she can say with certainty having been here earlier that day.
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[personal profile] takeatrip 2023-05-17 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe there's directories or somethin', like we had phonebooks you could just flip through. But askin' around is probably going to be the best bet.

[Something he's not a huge fan of, but whatever, he'll do what he has to. It goes on the mental list he's keeping of things he needs to find out about this place once he's feeling more up to that sort of thing.]
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2023-05-17 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now, Eddie didn’t say anything about hating the goats, but his only reaction is an amused snort. They’re definitely not his favorite creature in the world, but he can see why someone else would outright despise them. Most of them are stubborn and mean and particularly fond of destroying clothing. Eddie has not been spared their wrath either.

Demogoats, though, Henry…imagine…
]

No, man, I get it.

[ He has no argument. There’s no freedom of choice here. They didn’t even get to choose which faction they ended up in, but it’s hard for Eddie to fully agree when he knows that what would have been waiting for him back home was actually prison, without goats or friendly faces. No one was ever going to believe his story or allow him to be proven innocent.

Quick, lighten the mood.
]

Well, you know…you’re still lucky enough to have heard Iron Maiden when you wouldn’t have back home, so as much as you may hate it here? You’re very welcome for that incredibly bright spot.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-05-17 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't cut himself off soon enough. Viktor may not have said anything but the grin that spreads across her face is nothing short of triumphant. She composes herself, but perhaps not soon enough. ]

Why can't they be soft? [ She taps the round little belly on her drawing. ] What if the material was bouncy or something so that the rocks wouldn't hurt it?
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[personal profile] godshattering 2023-05-17 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe. I might also be the worst for the job after coming from the background I have, but we'll see.

[ He's not entirely concerned as the grin still in place likely makes clear - well, that and Sam and Jayce are right there to also keep each other to whatever standards they want to set. There's also the issue of what the Free Cities will or won't let them do when it comes down to it, and not just for the Conclave but for any Summoned putting in a request. It's still a chance to even try and now with more impact behind it than trying to approach on their own.

Even as he's watching some dancing taking place nearby with one partygoer trying to teach another something which must be far more complicated than it seems from his idle glance, Claude hears what's beneath Steve's questions loud and clear. He hums in response and takes a second to think, and not only because there's plenty of ears around to listen in. ]


No, we've not talked between the three of us yet. I have a feeling we will at some point to see what we can do, including making sure everyone really gets the voice in this they've been promised to uphold what this should be. That's more important to me than what I might like to do.

But to answer you a bit more directly, [ as he sits forward in his seat with a roll of a wrist and a wave of a hand to underscore a point, possibly something from his list of politician's moves once upon a time to shift right away from his own cache of more convoluted ideas, ] the sensible thing would be to start with something small or which benefits the Free Cities more than us directly. Getting that granted gives us all something to build upon when the Summoned decide what motion to make next.

Not that I'm saying we shouldn't ask for anything that'll help us in any way it can too, however, because we absolutely should. Establishing a bit of further goodwill on the Free Cities' side can assist since I believe those more in depth requests should certainly also be made, and it'll help to play upon that to get future requests approved.

[ Speaking from experience, perhaps, or just revealing he's had some time to think about what the Conclave could do for the Summoned in one step after another. ]
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[personal profile] catholica 2023-05-17 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I could ask around city hall for you. Seems where a lot of people pass through so there's a good mix there.

( of people, he means. )

Do you work in any area specifically? Or are there specific areas for private investigations?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-05-17 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When Hilda poses the challenge, she isn't sure what to expect. Altaïr thus far had been a fairly secretive person not unlike Claude. It was entirely possible he was going to avoid the question completely or give her something curt and dismissive like it wasn't any of her business.

She doesn't expect the smile or the answer. As Altaïr leans forward she leans back an inch, eyes searching his expression. To her credit, she doesn't miss a beat with her steps. The corner of her lips twitch. ]


You're kidding right?

[ Has he ever cracked a joke around her? ]
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[personal profile] aquilus 2023-05-17 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[No he has not. Not before, not now.

Whether she believes that is up to her, though. He chuckles and tilts his head on a motion that isn't quite a nod, isn't quite a shake.]


I was just curious what you'd think.

[Also the truth.]

Where I come from, it pays to be well-armed regardless of one's vocation. War affects the land far beyond the boundaries of battle.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-05-17 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The enthusiastic cheer certainly come as a surprise - but not a bad one. What was so wrong about expressing your joy the way you want to? Hilda picks up on the looks from the others but she cheers right along with him so that he doesn't feel as exposed. ]

I clearly lucked out with the best dance partner. Someone else would have dropped me!

[ The last part of the song is kicking up - multiple spins in quick succession by both parties - but she's ready so long as Garrus is. ]

We have a bit of a board up in our room to keep track of things. [ It's mostly a joke - the board that is. But it had been helpful as they had tried to piece together the information all of them had that seemed to spin off into multiple variances of what they all knew to be true. ] She didn't...she wasn't upset with you when you told her?
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-05-18 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I rather them get their cold awakening now then when something much worse comes up. This problem we should be able to contain with minimal casualties. [Or not, but the likelihood of those casualties being anyone from Thorne means he doesn't care.] Well, maybe not. It might drive their mistake in deeper if there's a massacre to follow.