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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2016-04-15 12:00 pm

[EVENT | FOURTH WALL] THE DREAMING'S FLATULENCE | APRIL 15-30

Characters: ALL and plus ones. (Yes, fourth-wall characters, that means you.)
Date: April 15-30 2016 (2017 in-game)
Location: Mod-posted comment starters are for the immediate aftermath of the odd explosion which starts the event, but this log can also be used for anywhere in the setting anytime between April 15-30.
Situation: The College went BOOM. Weird people began appearing randomly in the city. After that, other buildings went BOOM even though nothing actually exploded besides the College. After that, scattered buildings developed spontaneous structural damage overnight. Could these events be related? You be the judge.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings in subject headers as needed.

The morning of April 15th dawns cold, but clear. There isn't a cloud in the sky, the sun's barely risen, and in general the kedan are going about their daily lives - opening shops, heading to work, leading kirin through the city streets. In particular, there's a small but steady stream of people moving in and out of the College.

Then, without warning, a section of the College implodes.

During the following few days, an influx of strange Foreigners appear, seemingly dropped randomly by the Dreaming throughout Keeliai. Someone might end up in a canal, or on a rooftop. Someone else might find themselves flying through the air to land heavily in a disused alley. Someone might wake up in the corner of a kirin stable. A few might even land in Hatal on the mainland, and feel a curious draw leading them back towards the turtle. They arrive in the same unexpected manner as normal Foreigners; the only differences are the sheer amount of people arriving at once, and that none of the newcomers seem to possess any soul gems.

Also during the next few days, kedan and Foreigner alike might be startled by an exact replica of that thunderous boom from the College explosion echoing around Keeliai. This only occurs for about a week, but it occurs regularly, and the source of these strange echoes is impossible to trace.

Once the explosion echoes stop, investigators might notice that specific and exact sections of structural damage from the College appear on other buildings in Keeliai without any obvious cause. These cases of spontaneous long-term damage continue all the way through until April 30th.

Apart from those disruptions, life on the turtle is generally normal for the next two weeks - or as normal as it's possible for life to be when one lives on the back of a turtle where the most powerful gang makes the rules. No one can say for sure exactly when the strange Foreigners vanish again. Some will swear they all vanished at once; others will be equally sure they disappeared one by one over several days. One thing's for sure, however -- by the time April 30th draws to a close, not one of the strange Foreigners is left in Keeliai.



LINKS
The College | The Echoes | The Structural Damage | OOC Information post | Fourth-Wall Character Check-In


OOC
The top-level comments are for the explosion and its aftermath, but fourth-wall characters should feel free to use the rest of the post for anything within the setting! Just remember to label the top-level comment for location and date. You can also add more fourth-wall characters throughout the event at the character check-in, linked above. Please direct any questions to the OOC post.

Fourth-wall characters are also free to tag into player-posted logs and console/radio posts dated between April 15th and 30th! A quick reminder that fourth-wall characters will not have soul jewelry, and will not be able to create their own network posts or logs.
scryinghope: (pic#9491123)

[personal profile] scryinghope 2016-04-17 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
She's right. There are still questions, specifics to discover--but Hopeless doesn't strictly need to ask questions to get them. He doesn't manage to say that, though; the images in Raine's head make his breath catch and the tears stand out in his eyes, and his hand lifts to press against his mouth.

The last image, the one of Erskine's lovely, radiant smile, makes his breath catch again, if for the opposite reason.

It takes a moment to gather himself again, to answer Raine's partly self-directed contemplation. "Spend enough time with you, and I'd see your all. Your only choice would be to avoid me. I'd--" Erskine broken. Erskine defeated, crying, gazing at a ghost.

Confessing.

Oh, my Heavenly Father, hallowed be thy name ...

"I don't suppose there's anywhere more private we can go?" Hopeless asks, admirably even but with a raw edge to accompany the tears in his eyes and the way he'd drawn in to hug himself.
shopworn: (we are the greatest pretenders)

[personal profile] shopworn 2016-04-17 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ghastly has heard stranger names. Bison Dragonclaw comes to mind. So he's more than happy to take Howl Pendragon at face value, such as it is, and he doesn't even ask. "A pleasure to meet you," Ghastly says instead, polite without missing a beat, and he waits for the other man to pick a direction.

"If you've been here longer than an hour, you're ahead of me," he adds, somewhat wryly. "They seem more annoyed by people showing up out of the blue than surprised, though. Where are you from?" He's kind of assuming also Earth, but apparently since he's in another world entirely, he's prepared to be surprised.
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[personal profile] ruinsprofessor 2016-04-17 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
Raine winces a little as Hopeless attempts to find his composure again. "My apologies," she says, quietly, reasonably sure it was her line of thought which spurred this. She's going to have to be somewhat more careful where her thoughts go, perhaps, at least for the moment. "I-- yes, our apartment isn't that far from here, and I believe my fiancé's still out for the day. This way."

She wonders briefly about Solomon, and Hopeless' feelings thereon -- she knows Solomon's association with Skulduggery, of course, and his relationship with Erskine is antagonistic to say the least, but Anton has seemed mostly content to live and let live, after his one cursory warning.

Then she realizes that by allowing herself to wonder she has effectively asked the question, and she sighs ruefully. Yes; that really will take some getting used to. "...In any case, it's not something you can help, correct? Therefore, either I must choose to trust your judgment, or avoid you entirely for something you had no choice in."
scryinghope: (pic#9491143)

[personal profile] scryinghope 2016-04-17 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
"It isn't," Hopeless agrees, a little distractedly because he's parsing between what Raine is trying not to show him and what he's nevertheless seen. "Thank you. Not many people would think of it like that."

Most would try to kill him.

But then, because it's better than dwelling on everything else, and because Raine has sort-of brought it up with her acknowledgement, Hopeless seizes on the change of subject. "Congratulations," he adds, mustering a truer smile than before. "I've met Solomon once or twice--not really under good circumstances--but he's always stuck out to me as being an odd fit for where he was. I'm glad to hear he's sorted his priorities."

Especially given the intentions of the Temple. That had been their first meeting; right after Vile left the Temple in disarray, not long after Solomon had been made cleric and granted the distinction of privileged information.

The last, of course, had been in America.
blastiahunter: (0Raqw)

Judy Judy Judy Judy~ (Na na na na na na, na na na, hey Jude)

[personal profile] blastiahunter 2016-04-17 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
Well, to say that ending up in strange world with a building that's so recently exploded is new would be an understatement for the Krityan lancer, but she's flexible. The stares and whispers about her wardrobe aren't, but she's never let that stop her before. As she steps out of the rubble, she wipes the dust from her shoulders and hips, eyes taking in details while she gives off the most nonchalant attitude possible.

When she sees that people are trying to clear up the scattered pieces of building, she watches them before stepping up. "If you need help moving these blocks, wouldn't it be easier if they were smaller? I can do that."

She whips out her spear and smashes through the stone as if it's made out of feathers and air. Little pebbles all rest in a sort of pile where the larger chunk of wall was seconds ago.

"See? Much easier to carry now."
no_light: (masked - angry duck)

[personal profile] no_light 2016-04-17 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't really believe in the two is better than one way of thinking, but he's feeling very lost indeed, so yes, right now even a terrible tag-along is better than facing this by himself.

He gives her a short, sharp sideways glance. "I don't know who this Ladybug is, but if they are worth your time they will know how to stop you from discovering their identity."

After another moment, he puts away his lightsaber. The Force is his best weapon anyway. In his best voice of injured dignity, he added, "and this is not a costume."
vloggings: (52; Ladybug)

[personal profile] vloggings 2016-04-17 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You must not be from Paris." Obviously he's not, or Alya would have seen him around before. She's kept up on all the superhero happenings in the city. "Ladybug and Chat Noir are Paris' super team."

Deciding he's probably not the type who would appreciate a derisive laugh, she refrains from chuckling at his last comment. "If it's not a costume, what is it? People don't just go around wearing masks."
no_light: (masked - angry duck)

[personal profile] no_light 2016-04-17 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"They do where I am from," he responds, and oh, the wounded pride is now dripping from his voice. But he's not quite ready to lose himself to one of his infamous fits of rage. The entire conversation is so bizarre he finds himself almost entertained, even if he would still prefer screams of terror.

He goes for sullen silence for a moment before deciding that no, he really doesn't want her to keep believing it's a costume. This is important. "It's an uniform, of a sort. Has your world never heard of the First Order's Knights of Ren?" Then, after another moment, "or the Sith? Darth Vader? There is a long tradition of wearing masks on the Dark Side of the Force."
vloggings: (11)

[personal profile] vloggings 2016-04-17 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She shakes her head, "No, I've never heard of—" Hang on. The... Dark Side? Does that mean... he's the bad guy after all? He can't be, right? Otherwise he would have tried to hurt her or attack her or something by now.

Nervous, she wraps her arms around herself and swallows. "You never told me your name." If his name is 'The' anything, he's definitely evil.
no_light: (kriffing)

but they have cookies! how could the dark side be evil?!

[personal profile] no_light 2016-04-17 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
And at last... some wariness. He finds himself almost a bit disappointed that she might grow scared now that he is adjusting to her not being frightened.

"No, I didn't tell you my name." Another side look. "Neither have you told me yours." At least not when he was actually paying attention to her babble. "I'm Kylo Ren." No 'the' to denominate evil, sorry, the Force doesn't work that way. "Master of the Knights of Ren. Who are all masked, without it being costumes." Kylo heaves an irritated sigh. He doesn't even know why he's bothering. Maybe insanity's catching.
vloggings: (06)

[personal profile] vloggings 2016-04-17 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm a civilian, my name's not important. But it's Alya. Alya Césaire."

Kylo Ren doesn't sound like a superhero name at all. Maybe he really is some kind of strange knight. He does have a sword to go along with the title, even if it is a laser sword.

As they walk through the Water Sector, they approach the border to the Central Sector. The canals cease, and the buildings get bigger and more official-looking. "This looks promising," she says. "Maybe we can find someone in charge here."
highprofilerichkid: (armor - inside | doin genius things nbd)

[personal profile] highprofilerichkid 2016-04-17 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony crosses his arms. "Well, you have a better sense of humor than the JARVIS I know," he grudgingly admits. (Though maybe he's being unfair - he hadn't had much time to chat with the other JARVIS, in between all the murder attempts.)

"Can't say it's making me real comfy that you keep trying to interface with my armor, though. No offense, but I'm not a big fan of AIs in my suits. Especially since the last version of you I met tried to execute me for crimes against the future."

But it seems that this version of JARVIS is either pre-apocalypse, or comes from another timeline entirely, and Tony relaxes a little. His curiosity is getting the better of him.

"So if you don't know Andros, I'm guessing your ' creator' either means me, or... whoever Andros' mom or dad was." He hadn't had an opportunity to ask anything about his future family, either. In between all the, you know. Murder attempts. "What's your year of origin?"
ninjainviolet: ([Skit!Wonder])

[personal profile] ninjainviolet 2016-04-17 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, Sheena wasn't seriously hurt; she knew how to take a fall. Although, her entire body was probably going to ache the next day. Nothing that a little training or a soak in a tub of hot water wouldn't take care of.

"A few months," the ninja confirmed with a nod. "Zelos convinced the King to give me the job." No, she wasn't exactly thrilled about it, since she had work to do as Chief, but even she could see the necessity behind it.

Feeling a pat to her leg, Sheena looked down and held her arms open for Tomoya to jump into them. She waited until he settled on to her shoulder before answering Raine. "I'm beginning to realize that," she said just as quietly. Which was probably a good thing, and as long as Raine didn't ask her about Atia, Sheena would keep it that way.

"But what do you mean--'not uncommon'?"
judicatus: (♞ back turned)

[personal profile] judicatus 2016-04-17 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that so...

[ He can only assume that by "Gilly" she means Gilgamesh, although the rest of it is a bit more difficult to parse. Of course, the fact that she's mentioned Mako's presence at all hasn't escaped him, when the last Gabranth ever saw of him was some months prior...

At once, he recalls the conversation he'd had with Balthier, and all the events the sky pirate had seen fit to fill him in on — events which had transpired well after his abduction to the Drabwurld. If he and others from Ivalice could find themselves so disjointed from time in this place, it stands to reason that the same might be true of himself and others from Allaidh Darach.

But it's all a bit much to consider right now. He shakes his head, shelving the thought for later. ]


Have you seen any others from Allaidh Darach? [ From home, he thinks to say, but even now he's hardly willing to think of the place in any way as home. ]
flybyshooting: (Clean cuffs)

[personal profile] flybyshooting 2016-04-17 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"For sweetening tea, perhaps," Balthier replied, looking up from a stall that was selling an array of metal and mechanical parts. He was turning a cross-section of metal piping over curiously in his hand. From his satchel he produced a metallic sphere, fixed in the center of a ring that turned serenely. There was, at the base of the sphere, a circular indentation that looked like it might accommodate the bit of piping. Balthier tested it and seemed pleased to find that this was, indeed, the case.

He was completely oblivious to the nasty stare the owner of the potions stall was giving him. Or he just didn't care.

"There's a shop down the road if you want something a little more substantial."
cheatingfortunecat: (let me grace you with my presence)

[personal profile] cheatingfortunecat 2016-04-17 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmph. Calling something as splendid as myself 'strange'and 'kitty'. Kids these days, no respect."

He waddled alongside Alya for a time, considering his options. Nyanko-sensei was vain, conceited, and could be rather callous at times, but he was a very old and very powerful yokai, and you didn't get to be either of those if you were as dumb as you acted.

"I could be," he said, his expression unreadable. "Why do you ask?"
cheatingfortunecat: (WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL)

[personal profile] cheatingfortunecat 2016-04-17 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It took the fat cat a moment to stop screaming and realize his fall had been abruptly broken. Something had caught him in mid air!

And then flung him aside.

It was a good thing he had all that extra padding, because Nyanko-sensei hit the roof, bounced twice and rolled until he came to a halt.

There was a brief, still moment, like the calm before a storm. And then...

"Is that any way to treat a magnificent being such as myself?!" Nyanko-sensei demanded, popping bolt upright, and swiveling to face Kylo, his fur standing on end. "Hasn't anyone taught you to respect your elders?!"
redlightgreenlight: (calm)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2016-04-17 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite how he said it, Valdis isn't too concerned, though she does appreciate his self-correction.

"It does make things difficult, but most of the kedan aren't opposed to us being here and I'm sure many of them would prefer we integrate rather than remain separate." She inclines her head thoughtfully, "But the plan isn't to put ourselves in charge, the Kedan need to rule themselves, they just seem to need a little push in the right direction."

They rounded a corner and the Hotel came into sight .
vloggings: (36)

[personal profile] vloggings 2016-04-17 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Splendid, huh? Someone has a high opinion of themselves. Typical for a cat, really.

"You remind me of him, is all. Splendid thing like you."
snowphemisms: (⑩)

[personal profile] snowphemisms 2016-04-17 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mixed up sounds aside, the young girl spoke very well for someone that age. Elsa wasn't sure the fruit was a peach but she wasn't sure of a lot since finding herself here. ]

Certainly. Shall we find somewhere to sit? What is your name?
zunge: (we're dealing in the limits)

Metal Sector | Tanagura CRAU Noiz | April 15th | Open

[personal profile] zunge 2016-04-17 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A blond guy with quite a few facial piercings could be seen walking around through the streets, eyeing the signs with visible annoyance. Never until now had he been so thankful Amoi had a ton of English everywhere, a language he could read. One might notice that his left hand was wrapped in bandages, not unlike some fighters do. A cut on his temple near the hairline appeared freshly bruised, and a trail of blood dripped down the side of his face from cut to lower cheek. He seemed uncaring of it. Although he could feel the pain flaring up around him as a dull ache, it didn't seem to bother him much.

At times one could see him pull up alongside a building, somewhere out of the way, and watch a translucent blue monitor that seemed to materialize out of thin air as he clacked at the keys of an equally translucent blue keyboard. The constant lack of network signals annoyed him. "What the hell kind of backwards place is this?" he muttered to himself. He had come across those strange terminals in some businesses that seemed to be some weird, primitive machines that his eyes couldn't understand. Only the coding for the network would appear for him, nothing about the rest of the device. Weird as hell.

The worst of it, though, wasn't the low-tech nature of this place. It was his lack of money. He had no access to his bytes here, he hadn't been carrying cash in Platinum Jail before he got teleported to Amoi in the first place, and...

His stomach let out a loud growl.

He was hungry. "Tch. Figures." He'd need to do something about that eventually.
dreggin: (03)

[personal profile] dreggin 2016-04-17 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ even as the conversation continues, rizhao has not relinquished her death grip — i mean, hug around gabranth's neck. and while the draubworld might not have been his home, rizhao was born and raised there, her existence tied to the world and its history, as was her future meant to be. so "allaidh darach" gives her pause, if only because she's not familiar with the name as much as the much easier to say "draubworld." he's clearly talking about home though...

UMMMM ]
There's no heart rocks here besides yours.

[ to emphasize, a little hand pats gabranth on the chest near his shard. ]

What's under the ground?
dreggin: (12)

[personal profile] dreggin 2016-04-17 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she claps gleefully and dances back a little bit, before giving elsa a childlike bow in greeting, one hand haphazardly clasped over the other. ]

I'm — [ a pause, and she glances around, then looks back up at elsa's face again, smiling softly. ]

You're nice, so my name is Rìzhào.
snowphemisms: (⑩)

[personal profile] snowphemisms 2016-04-17 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Elsa puzzles a little. Wondering if Rìzhào's name would be different if she weren't nice? Still it was nice to be told she was. Grasping her blue dress, offers the child a curtsy in response. ]

A pleasure to meet you, Rìzhào. My name is Elsa.

[ It's a little strange to introduce herself, she thinks. Everyone in Arendelle knows who she is. And she's always addressed as Queen Elsa now. But that's not appropriate here, and not to a small child probably.

There are some benches nearby for a place to sit and Elsa begins peeling the fruit. Offering part to Rìzhào. ]
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[personal profile] holbydelboy 2016-04-17 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He's noted the shallow breathing, looking up, motioning for the two kedan who came from the guild to hurry on over with the scoop stretcher. He's going to perform a full top-to-toe survey.

"Alright, mate. I'm just going to examine you, make sure you're not gonna die on me, alright?" He says, trying to make light of the situation. Shallow breathing wasn't exactly a promising sign. He's going to run his hands down over Dexter's body, checking each area for signs of fractures or internal damage.

He pays particular attention to the chest, resting a hand on it, watching to make sure the breathing is, at least, equal.

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