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Entry tags:
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- %event,
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- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † aang,
- † alistair krei,
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[EVENT|4TH WALL] THE NEWCOMERS’ ARRIVAL | APRIL 15-22
Characters: ALL and plus ones.
Date: April 15-22 2015 (2016 in-game)
Location: Farmlands outside the city walls, but this log can also be used for locations within the city.
Situation: Spring planting - fourth wall event, week one!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The days for the festival dawn sunny if a bit chilly, but the air is clear and the soggy ground has dried enough that there isn’t too much mud in the lanes between fields and homesteads. The broad dirt path to the Woodsmen’s land leads past the tram-line construction, lined with waving ribbons on sticks along the sides. The Woodsmen’s territory circles the city, separated from the city’s walls by five hundred yards of neutral land.
The festival’s central area is Liangken’s Clearing, and this is where the festival will begin and end each day. Liangken is an ancient tree, among the oldest on the turtle’s back. Though it doesn’t flower or bear much in the way of leaves anymore, the kedan have cultivated it carefully and now it’s an excellent representation for the revitalisation of old wisdom.
The lanes between the fields and homesteads will house the stalls, contests and walking areas. The Woodsmen will be keeping an eye on these to prevent anyone from walking off the marked paths. The homesteads provide ‘hotspots’ in among the lanes and fields, with Woodsmen families lending their yards to the comfort and entertainment of their guests.
In general, the Woodsmen are a taciturn, soft-spoken lot who nevertheless take great pride in their work. Their lands are all but sacred -- they accept no attitude, no trespassing, no attempts to thwart their authority. This causes some noticeable tension with the Snakes, who are accustomed to being the sole enforcers within the city; but though there may be some ill tempers and raised voices, at no point will anyone come to blows. It’s hard to argue with someone built like a brick wall and carrying sharp farm implements.
The Woodsmen are a touch anxious about having strangers on their land and this shows in them being overly officious or bossy, but at the same time their pride shows clearly and they are eager to show off the state of their lands, their greenhouses, and their farming processes -- practically without being asked. The residents of Keeliai tend to think of the Woodsmen as ‘cowards’, and the Woodsmen are taking this opportunity to prove themselves otherwise with feats of strength and tall tales.
Due to the farmers’ hours of “early to bed and early to rise”, the festival ends in the early evening at sundown, but begins again before dawn -- usually by greeting the sun with a song.
LINKS
Heojin, Ran and Lin | Liangken’s Clearing | Stalls and Lanes | OOC Information post | 4th Wall Character Check In
OOC
While Heojin and his bodyguards are open to everyone (including fourth-wall characters!), they are not available for small talk and general directionless CR. For the integrity of the mod’s inbox, please only request a thread with him if you already have an idea of what you’d like your character to ask/do. Other NPCs can be requested by sending a PM to the appropriate journals directly, with the same guidelines.
The top-level comments are for the festival, but fourth-wall characters should feel free to use the rest of the post for anything within the city of Keeliai itself! Just remember to label the top-level comment for location and date.
Date: April 15-22 2015 (2016 in-game)
Location: Farmlands outside the city walls, but this log can also be used for locations within the city.
Situation: Spring planting - fourth wall event, week one!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The days for the festival dawn sunny if a bit chilly, but the air is clear and the soggy ground has dried enough that there isn’t too much mud in the lanes between fields and homesteads. The broad dirt path to the Woodsmen’s land leads past the tram-line construction, lined with waving ribbons on sticks along the sides. The Woodsmen’s territory circles the city, separated from the city’s walls by five hundred yards of neutral land.
The festival’s central area is Liangken’s Clearing, and this is where the festival will begin and end each day. Liangken is an ancient tree, among the oldest on the turtle’s back. Though it doesn’t flower or bear much in the way of leaves anymore, the kedan have cultivated it carefully and now it’s an excellent representation for the revitalisation of old wisdom.
The lanes between the fields and homesteads will house the stalls, contests and walking areas. The Woodsmen will be keeping an eye on these to prevent anyone from walking off the marked paths. The homesteads provide ‘hotspots’ in among the lanes and fields, with Woodsmen families lending their yards to the comfort and entertainment of their guests.
In general, the Woodsmen are a taciturn, soft-spoken lot who nevertheless take great pride in their work. Their lands are all but sacred -- they accept no attitude, no trespassing, no attempts to thwart their authority. This causes some noticeable tension with the Snakes, who are accustomed to being the sole enforcers within the city; but though there may be some ill tempers and raised voices, at no point will anyone come to blows. It’s hard to argue with someone built like a brick wall and carrying sharp farm implements.
The Woodsmen are a touch anxious about having strangers on their land and this shows in them being overly officious or bossy, but at the same time their pride shows clearly and they are eager to show off the state of their lands, their greenhouses, and their farming processes -- practically without being asked. The residents of Keeliai tend to think of the Woodsmen as ‘cowards’, and the Woodsmen are taking this opportunity to prove themselves otherwise with feats of strength and tall tales.
Due to the farmers’ hours of “early to bed and early to rise”, the festival ends in the early evening at sundown, but begins again before dawn -- usually by greeting the sun with a song.
LINKS
Heojin, Ran and Lin | Liangken’s Clearing | Stalls and Lanes | OOC Information post | 4th Wall Character Check In
OOC
While Heojin and his bodyguards are open to everyone (including fourth-wall characters!), they are not available for small talk and general directionless CR. For the integrity of the mod’s inbox, please only request a thread with him if you already have an idea of what you’d like your character to ask/do. Other NPCs can be requested by sending a PM to the appropriate journals directly, with the same guidelines.
The top-level comments are for the festival, but fourth-wall characters should feel free to use the rest of the post for anything within the city of Keeliai itself! Just remember to label the top-level comment for location and date.
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"Don't kill him!" was the first thing she managed, because she judged that a genuine risk of the situation, and the body double really didn't deserve to die just for some really bad pickup lines. Pandoran standards of morality aside. It was a long shot, but Jack might listen to her. Maybe. Then the recollection that while she might be absent her Siren powers, she at least had a working body and was in the real world where she could actually do things, and Angel lunged, clumsy, with half-formed thoughts of trying to get between the two. One hand on Jack's shoulder, one hand on the double's, why did neither of them have a mask? Jack hadn't looked like this since-- since Elpis-- "Dad--!"
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And then the angel Siren was protecting him, trying to pull Jack off him, which instantly made her about ten times hotter in Tim's eyes - but no, she was off-limits, because she was the boss's daughter -
... she was the boss's daughter?
Jack had a daughter?
... And Tim just hit on her.
Kill him now.
He tried to apologise, to her, to Jack, to whatever standards of human decency still existed, but all that came out of his numb mouth was a mumbled piece of nonsense and maybe a little bit of blood, too. He couldn't be sure.
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"I'm not gonna kill him, princess," he said, and summoned a bright smile. "Might cut a few things off if he does it again, though." He lifted a finger and wagged it in front of Other Jack's face. "And that would be a pity." He dug in his pocket and handed Other Jack a handkerchief. "Here you go. You're too handsome to get blood all over yourself. You've gotta be more careful, there, Other Me."
And then he took a deep breath and let it out and realised, yeah, that was probably kind of a dick of him. "Sorry. That was douchey. My bad. Anyway."
And now he turned, and part of him was strangely reluctant even though he couldn't understand why, because it was Angel, his Angel, and she was all grown up and not even in her chair--
Not even in her chair.
"You're okay, princess?" he asked, and it was almost anxious the way he said it, while the way he held out his hands but didn't quite touch was almost hovery. "You're not--I mean, uh, you're okay, right?"
You haven't sent anyone across a galaxy since you've been here?
Yeah, that would go down well. Angel didn't even remember what happened with her mother, and Jack wasn't gonna tell her.
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How. "I'm okay." Angel lifted her left arm, turned it back and forth. The tattoos were just designs, at least for now, no luminescence to them. "I can't phaseshift. I don't know why, but it's... not there."
There were worse things. She dropped her arm again, looked anywhere but at Jack. The double seemed okay. Well, okay for someone who had just been punched in the face, which was better than someone who'd been strangled. "I think something may be wrong with time," she offered. That was probably important to get out of the way.
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Tim kept Jack's handkerchief pressed against his mouth and nose, praying that nothing was broken. Or missing. Was something missing? He quickly ran his tongue over his teeth to make sure there wasn't an empty space, but - nope. Nope, he was good. Still handsome. Still Jack.
"Time?" he asked. The sound came out muffled, like he had a bad cold. "Something's wrong with time?"
He could believe a lot, and he could apparently stomach much more than he thought, but honestly? There was a line. Jack's daughter - Prin...cess...? - just crossed it. Quickly, too, like all of the crazy people down on Elpis. Not that Tim was going to say anything, what with his face already rapidly going numb. He just glanced sideways at Jack.
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Jack ran a hand through his hair, and that still only made it look tousled in a rugged, handsome way. "When you got outta the chair," he said carefully, "however that happened, and we should probably talk about that, Angel--when you got out of the chair and came here, wherever 'here' is, are you sure something didn't ... you know ..." He waved his hands. "No accidental power whammy that overloaded your system and sent you here?"
If Angel could send people across a galaxy who was to say she couldn't send them through time too? Time and distance were related. Everyone knew that.
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Not likely. However she'd gotten here, it wasn't her doing. "I'm pretty sure," Angel said, and her voice had gone flat. She took another step back, this one a bit more intentional. It probably wasn't fair, to blame this Jack for his future actions, but she'd watched that downspiral happen. She knew better than most the potential in him. "All my systems were already down, for one. For another--"
Maybe she could break it to him gently. 'Hi, Dad, I'm pretty sure I remember dying and maybe it wasn't necessarily your hand on the trigger but it was definitely your fault.' No. Uh. 'Sorry, Dad, but me dying was the best choice for the planet, good job on that one.' No. ... hell.
She ducked her head briefly, and when she looked up again she was looking past Jack, not at him. "You haven't looked like this in at least four years," she said. "That's what I mean, by something being wrong with time. What's the last thing you, either of you remember? He's one of your body doubles, but he doesn't look right, either." Angel nodded at the other one, trying to remember who he had been. There'd only been the one before Elpis, she thought. She knew she'd seen his file, before it was scrubbed from every database Jack could get his hands on. "...Timothy?"
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Tim's face throbbed once, very painfully, and Tim sheepishly erased that thought. Not a pretty girl. She was off-limits. And God, what must she have thought, watching a man who looked exactly like her father come up and - yikes. Tim matched her intentional step back, but with a little less intention himself.
Was he supposed to ignore that? Probably. But it wasn't like Jack had been the only one who knew he was a body double, and if this was Jack's daughter, then...?
... Best to play it safe. Tim coughed and carefully - very carefully - shook his head. "I'm legally obligated to..." Oh, screw it. "The last thing I remember is the Meriff's office," he said instead, because at least that would be helpful. Somehow. "We were trying to stop Zarpedon from blowing up the whole moon with that laser thing."
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"Yep," he said in agreement, nodded. "Fu--uhh, freaking a-hole Meriff. We were just there. Angel."
His hands had still been hovering like Angel was a magnet leading him to her, and he couldn't--that was it, he was done, he had to--Jack stepped forward and embraced her tightly in an engulfing hug. He'd never hugged his little girl as an adult before. The last time he'd hugged Angel she'd been five years old. She was so tall in comparison.
But she was here, they were here, she was warm and alive and apparently not sending people across the galaxy. He might not get another chance. "This is great," Jack said, grinning wildly and with eyes that were maybe a teeny bit shiny, and not letting her go. "God, Princess, I can barely remember the last time I--life is great."
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Which he wasn't. Yet.
She didn't precisely return the embrace, but hunched her shoulders and ducked her head a little, pressing her face into his jacket. This wasn't fair. It brought up old, old memories. Memories of being safe. Memories of having parents. Things she'd more or less given up on, and which she should not now be wanting.
"It's been four years for me," she said, muffled. "A lot has changed."