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abraxaslogs2021-07-11 07:11 pm
abraxasmods) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-07-11 07:11 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !npc,
- alina starkov; the hanged man,
- amos burton; the lovers,
- belle; strength,
- coraline finch; the tower,
- eponine thenardier; the hanged man,
- estinien wyrmblood; the hermit,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- harrowhark nonagesimus; the magician,
- hector; the magician,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- homelander; judgement,
- jaskier; the sun,
- jolie ann harmony; justice,
- jon sims; the high priestess,
- jon snow; the emperor,
- kay faraday; the fool,
- kylo ren; the tower,
- lloyd henreid; the lovers,
- majima goro; the hanged man,
- malyen oretsev; strength,
- michael ralston; death,
- nadine cross; the world,
- phoenix wright; the lovers,
- randall flagg; the tower,
- relena peacecraft; death,
- ronan lynch; the moon,
- sam wilson; justice
EVENT #2 IC POST
Event #2
On July 11th, all of the prisoners and honored guests alike will be marched outside of the castle grounds, to a lightly forested area with a bright blue portal shining in the distance and flanked by a group of four Thornean mages.
"Good afternoon to you all. I suppose this is a little overdue and on that note, I am sorry. There's a lot to get done, and a lot at stake, and I find myself trapped between my duties to the crown and what I owe to you. I thank you all for your patience, save for one individual among you," he says, shooting a glare to Jon Sims, who is heavily guarded to an extent that the other prisoners are not, "But in light of a recent altercation I think it best that you all know what's going on."
"What you're about to see is an ancient artifact known as the Singularity. It has existed, as far as we know, since the dawn of time. Not only is it the source of all magic in this world, it is the life-force which sustains all other universes. If you've ever wondered why our magic seems so terribly powerful compared to yours, or why some of you have no magic at all, it's because the magic in this world sustains the Singularity and the Singularity, in turn, sustains every other universe that has ever existed or will ever exist."
"However, that does not mean that the Singularity in inherently good. It exists, and sustains your universes by random happenstance, not by design. In recent years the Singularity has begun to turn, and weaken, and for the first time in recorded history the amount of observable universes attached to it has decreased in number. If we cannot find a way to harness and re-energize it, we fear it may devour all that is to ensure its own continued existence."
"It is a known fact that we - natives of Abraxas - cannot approach the Singularity ourselves. We would be torn apart in seconds if we tried. People from other worlds have no such limitation. You may get close enough to touch it. So, while you may be upset that we have pulled you from your worlds without permission - an act for which I do apologize, and I truly wish there was a better way - you are here to save not only this world but all worlds. To understand the Singularity, we need you."
"We thank those among you, our honored guests and the prisoners we've chosen to release, who have behaved themselves and even aided us throughout the last few weeks. I caution you against becoming so smitten with our prisoners that it distracts you from what I have just said: for the sake of all universes, we must contain all threats. I've seen a great deal of possibilities, and there are times when even the best of intentions leads to disaster. To those of you who have been welcomed, you are a boon to us and we will accommodate you as much as we can, but you are still guests in this world, unwilling though you might be, and trust needs to be earned. Given your situation we want to treat you all with a certain degree of understanding and offer you some leeway that our own citizens would not receive. That does not, however, mean you have free reign to do whatever you please."
"Case in point, I regret to inform you that an honored guest, Jon Sims, did attack me and use a particularly intrusive form of magic in an attempt to extract confidential information that could have endangered my world and yours. This is considered high treason, and he will be executed by hanging on the twenty-third of August. Good day to you all, and I hope that what you are about to see impresses upon you the gravity of our situation."
Everyone is marched through the portal and when they emerge on the other side, what they'll see is a huge desert with a perfectly circular crater a few miles wide. At he center of the crater is the Singularity, and although it doesn't seem too imposing at this distance a certain power radiates from it. Some of the mages avert their eyes, as if they can't bear to look at it. Some of them seem almost drawn to it and they have to be held back by their fellows to prevent them from crossing the line and being torn apart. Ambrose stares, and though he doesn't approach it there's a certain amount of melancholy in his expression.
The newcomers are allowed to soak in its majesty for only a minute or two before they are yanked forwards and into the crater by something that feels like a rope coming from the inside of their chests. They are at once overwhelmed, and without exception they all black out...
...and awaken in the Horizon, where they will spend the next few weeks without memories of any world but this one, constantly aware of the Singularity and its power.
Ambrose's Speech
"Good afternoon to you all. I suppose this is a little overdue and on that note, I am sorry. There's a lot to get done, and a lot at stake, and I find myself trapped between my duties to the crown and what I owe to you. I thank you all for your patience, save for one individual among you," he says, shooting a glare to Jon Sims, who is heavily guarded to an extent that the other prisoners are not, "But in light of a recent altercation I think it best that you all know what's going on."
"What you're about to see is an ancient artifact known as the Singularity. It has existed, as far as we know, since the dawn of time. Not only is it the source of all magic in this world, it is the life-force which sustains all other universes. If you've ever wondered why our magic seems so terribly powerful compared to yours, or why some of you have no magic at all, it's because the magic in this world sustains the Singularity and the Singularity, in turn, sustains every other universe that has ever existed or will ever exist."
"However, that does not mean that the Singularity in inherently good. It exists, and sustains your universes by random happenstance, not by design. In recent years the Singularity has begun to turn, and weaken, and for the first time in recorded history the amount of observable universes attached to it has decreased in number. If we cannot find a way to harness and re-energize it, we fear it may devour all that is to ensure its own continued existence."
"It is a known fact that we - natives of Abraxas - cannot approach the Singularity ourselves. We would be torn apart in seconds if we tried. People from other worlds have no such limitation. You may get close enough to touch it. So, while you may be upset that we have pulled you from your worlds without permission - an act for which I do apologize, and I truly wish there was a better way - you are here to save not only this world but all worlds. To understand the Singularity, we need you."
"We thank those among you, our honored guests and the prisoners we've chosen to release, who have behaved themselves and even aided us throughout the last few weeks. I caution you against becoming so smitten with our prisoners that it distracts you from what I have just said: for the sake of all universes, we must contain all threats. I've seen a great deal of possibilities, and there are times when even the best of intentions leads to disaster. To those of you who have been welcomed, you are a boon to us and we will accommodate you as much as we can, but you are still guests in this world, unwilling though you might be, and trust needs to be earned. Given your situation we want to treat you all with a certain degree of understanding and offer you some leeway that our own citizens would not receive. That does not, however, mean you have free reign to do whatever you please."
"Case in point, I regret to inform you that an honored guest, Jon Sims, did attack me and use a particularly intrusive form of magic in an attempt to extract confidential information that could have endangered my world and yours. This is considered high treason, and he will be executed by hanging on the twenty-third of August. Good day to you all, and I hope that what you are about to see impresses upon you the gravity of our situation."
The Horizon
Everyone is marched through the portal and when they emerge on the other side, what they'll see is a huge desert with a perfectly circular crater a few miles wide. At he center of the crater is the Singularity, and although it doesn't seem too imposing at this distance a certain power radiates from it. Some of the mages avert their eyes, as if they can't bear to look at it. Some of them seem almost drawn to it and they have to be held back by their fellows to prevent them from crossing the line and being torn apart. Ambrose stares, and though he doesn't approach it there's a certain amount of melancholy in his expression.
The newcomers are allowed to soak in its majesty for only a minute or two before they are yanked forwards and into the crater by something that feels like a rope coming from the inside of their chests. They are at once overwhelmed, and without exception they all black out...
...and awaken in the Horizon, where they will spend the next few weeks without memories of any world but this one, constantly aware of the Singularity and its power.
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Pretty sure any critters you find under there are the ones you don't want operatin' your tools.
[ Then again, seeing a raccoon operate some power tools would be kind of awesome. With their tiny little hands and their bandit masks.. ]
You actually stopping for the night, or do you need to run off and find somethin' else to fuss with?
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Ya know, I think you have a point. [ the image makes sam laugh all the same, shaking his head at the ridiculous image of tiny hands and power tools. a recipe for disaster.
at lloyd's question, sam lets out a sigh, sinking back into the rocking chair just a bit more. ]
Any more fussing can wait 'till tomorrow. I have done enough work today. [ and then he gives the other a grin, the joke evident in his tone. ] With no help from you.
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‘Course I gotta point. Why bust your ass all day and tell yourself you’re gonna take it easy tomorrow when you’re not?
[ He offers a shrug, but doesn’t seem all that sorry. ]
Somebody’s got to stay lookin’ good, otherwise what the hell are we even doing?
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Work's gotta get done one way or another, man, and if the peanut gallery out here isn't gonna help then what isn't done today will have to happen tomorrow.
[ sam snorts at that bit, though, lifting an incredulous brow in lloyd's direction. ]
You supposed to be the one looking good? Cause I'm pretty sure you're slacking there too. [ he only lasts a moment before breaking out into a grin, unable to keep the straight face even for himself. ]
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Hey, whoa, hey! Hey. Out of the two of us, which one's sweatin' like a sinner in church? Cuz it sure as shit ain't me!
[ After a moment, the illusion is busted and he giggles. ]
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Yeah, well, tomorrow when I kick your ass into gear you'll get to join me here in sweat-town. Mark my words.
[ absolutely ridiculous, but now the giggling has caught on and sam can barely get a sip of tea down without laughing. ]
What do you even do all day?
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[ Lloyd tips his head back with a smile. ]
Take it aaaallll in, pal. Day like this is too nice to be sweaty and gross.
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[ but sam does kind of mirror lloyd here - tips his head back into the chair, himself. feels a smile spread out across his face. ]
It is pretty damn nice, though, I'll give you that.
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[ Try being the keyword. It may very well end up about as useful as the raccoons under the porch. ]
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[ oh there is no try. sam makes that very obvious in his tone. lloyd has officially agreed to offer his help and sam is going to hold him to that. ]
You just don't get to use any of the power tools.
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[ He points two fingers toward his own eyes before jabbing them in Sam's direction. He's watching you, buddy. Then his expression turns to one of indignation and he half turns around. ]
What? I call bullshit. C'mon, I can handle a power drill!
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[ and as lloyd makes the gesture, sam simply lets out a laugh, holding up his glass in a cheers. ]
You sure? Have you ever held one before? Or used any kind of power tools? At all?
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[ Lloyd scoffs, undeterred. ]
What's so hard about point 'n drill?
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[ sam snorts, taking another sip of tea. ]
If you actually want to learn I can teach you. But you gotta pass Sam's Powerdrill Classes first before you get full access.
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[ Just look at him, Sam. Delicate. ]
Ugh okay. You drive a hard bargain, but I'll take your safety class or whatever.
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[ sam points to him with a pointed, serious look, before it fades back into a smile. ]
Perfect. We start first thing tomorrow.
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[ Lloyd is definitely pouting. ]
How early's "first thing"?
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Okay, fine, day after tomorrow. And first thing is first thing- 7am.
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[ He points to his eyes, then to Sam. He's watching you, buddy. Chill tf out. ]
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I will relax, swear to god. [ and then, as if to prove his point, he takes another long sip of his drink. ] No work until then.
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Thank fuck! Soooooooo~ What are we gonna do until then?