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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2023-10-08 08:05 am

MISSION: THE SUN NEVER SETS ON AMARYLLIS GROVE

M I S S I O N   1 7 . 1

UNIT-YPLEASANTVILLEAFTER DARKFYI

// INTRO. UNIT-Y  


Over the course of the station’s downtime, even the least astute observer will notice the sudden influx of crewmates aboard the station. Before you can further inquire and investigate this anomaly in your usual routine, your earpiece will ping! with the familiar sound of a newly received mission file. Viveca’s voice immediately follows.

// VIVECA
“Hi everyone, you’ll find details for your next mission are ready. This time the orb has been located somewhere in a town called Amaryllis Grove, and based on my research, the best way to start looking for it will involve blending in with the towns-folk who live there. Just like our last mission, those of you who don’t have natural humanoid forms will have Degar’s potion available for you to help with that. See you on the platform tomorrow morning.”

After reviewing your mission file and gathering all of the necessary supplies and clothing options, those who are well prepared might have enough time for a decent night’s sleep. If you aren’t the sort to sleep before a mission, well … carry on.

When morning arrives, you’ll make your way to the teleportation platform to join your fellow crewmates. Viveca and Degar are already standing by, the latter passing around the aforementioned potion to those who will be needing one. Finally, when the entire crew has assembled, Degar starts to speak.

// DEGAR
“You might have noticed by now that there’s a few more of us than usual – there’s a reason for that, and it’s good news! I think. You see, according to our readings of all the orb shards collected so far, we’re actually coming up to the last couple of orbs. That’s pretty amazing, isn’t it? For that, we’ve been getting a few more crew members to provide a little more support as we near the finish line. But we can talk more about that after you guys get this orb back here.”

Viveca nods from her place.

// VIVECA
“Good luck, everyone. I know some of you will have questions, and we’ll be here when you get back to try our best to answer them.”

Degar lifts both hands to give them all a cheesy little thumbs up. Without further ado, the hum of the platform, as it begins to power up, grows louder and louder until it’s impossible to hear anything else but the machinery thrumming in your ears. Soon enough, you’ll feel the familiar tug at the pit of your stomach as you’re whisked away from the station and towards your destination. But for a moment that feels both too short and too long, you hear it: whispers, echoes, voices that speak to you in several tenors at once, all of them providing you with a goal in exchange for their help.

Before you have a chance to answer, your surroundings begin to paint a clearer picture. You’ll be found in your usual place of choosing: whether that’s your own household, the park, or one of the several locations in and around town.

Welcome, Orbers, to Amaryllis Grove.

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// PART I.PLEASANTVILLE  


On the day of the Orbers’ arrival, the weather is crisp and sunny, the trees still lush and green with only the barest hints of the leaves beginning to yellow and redden at their tips. As the summer months slowly transition into cooler autumn temperatures, the entire town feels pleasant, even cozy. The clouds in the sky provide gentle overcast conditions and you might think to grab a light coat, or wear a longer sleeve but it is by no means chilly enough to feel anything but pleasant.

Depending on where you decided to arrive, you’ll want to begin your explorations and familiarize yourself with the Grove, which will be your home for the next little while.


1.0   The town of Amaryllis Grove will feel spacious and sprawling while also being cozy and compact. Cleanly paved streets wind in and around residential pockets and cul-de-sacs, threading through the community’s amenities, goods, and service buildings. The community centre, the library, the government offices, and the Mayor’s office can all be found in the main core of the Grove. The police station and television station (playing news and sitcoms in classic black and white) are situated nearby, and are all within walking distance of each other, and the neighbouring retail streets are located just past the block. This includes clothing boutiques, restaurants, coffee shops, grocery and general stores (which will sell all manner of hardware, cleaning supplies, and simple, household magical items). Having a vehicle will certainly help to get around town if you’re in a hurry running any errands, but a bicycle works just as well, and the walkability is pleasant for those wanting to take a stroll.

Everyone here is well-dressed in crisply ironed slacks and button-downs in neutrals, or colourful A-line skirts and dresses with delicate detailing for their tops. Children and teenagers are likewise found in school uniform consisting of dark blue pleated skirts or slacks, and white shirts. With the weather beginning to cool, a well structured jacket may also be a part of the ensemble.


2.0   Once you’ve explored some of the town, familiarizing yourself with the backstory and family history you and your fellow crewmates have corroborated together, perhaps you’ll want to explore your house. Lined up in rows of pleasant, homogeneous pitched roof structures, each house in the neighbourhood will come equipped with all of the necessary spaces to live a perfectly suburban life, the most ideal environment to raise a family and grow old amongst generations of familiar faces. Each one-storey house, in either brick or ship-lap siding and in various colours, will have 3-4 bedrooms, an attached garage for the family car, a living room, bathroom, spacious kitchen, and enough yard space to require both a lawn-cutter and a green thumb for the garden. Interiors have already been furnished with all of the up-to-date items for the time, resembling Earth’s 1950s era to an almost eerily accurate degree.

Say hello to your neighbour when they greet you or wish you a pleasant day. Many will look perfectly human, while others may seem more alien with vibrant skin, an extra limb, antennae, gills, and the like. Some also possess magical abilities which is not seen as strange or abnormal here; however, the magic used in Amaryllis Grove consists of simple household magic to aid with cooking, cleaning, and keeping the house perfectly pleasant – otherwise known as ‘petty magic’. Whether you’re used to such sights will likely depend on where you’re originally from, but no matter who lives next to or near you, they seem friendly enough. They may even invite you over for dinner, or inquire when you plan on hosting your next party.

You’ll cook, clean, sleep, and host parties and dinners with your neighbours of Amaryllis Grove within the walls of your quaint abode so it’s best to get to know the space that will undoubtedly become second nature to you.


3.0   While the concept of ‘Halloween’ does not exist in Amaryllis Grove, other such Autumn festivities are highly anticipated, namely the annual gathering of the harvest. It is otherwise colloquially named ‘the Harvest’. It won’t come as news to any of the residents, as the season ends and food is plenty, the Harvest has been a long-standing tradition to celebrate the closeness of the community, and to express one’s gratitude for the people that you surround yourself around.

Your neighbours may inquire whether you’ll be bringing the same mash potatoes as last year, or perhaps the spiced meatballs that the Alkherns simply couldn’t get enough of — they were just so delicious! Either way, you may want to start coming up with a special dish to bring to the community gathering or find someone to snag a recipe from, as it’ll gain you admiration or admonition, depending on the popularity of your offering.

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// PART II.AFTER DARK  


Sunsets are beautiful, picturesque moments that conclude the end of a perfectly spent day, and the sunsets in Amaryllis Grove are certainly no different. As the town winds down and residents return to their homes for the night, you and your fellow Orbers will follow suit – as is the way of things. The nights are a little overcast during this time of the year, with cloud-cover masking out the stars and the glow of the moon. It’s quiet. Only the sounds of night-insects chirping can be heard, and the soft, occasional coo of a bird asleep in its nest.


4.0   Perhaps you’re catching up on some late-night reading, or grabbing a late-night snack or a night-cap. The last of the evening hours are usually spent in the comfort of your own home until a new day begins, although there is a town speakeasy that remains open until late, if you can find it. Once you climb into bed, there really doesn’t seem to be a reason for anything other than a soundless, well-deserved rest.

You’ll be tucked up in your own bed, or perhaps the bed you share with your backstory-spouse, when you hear a shrill scream that wakes you up from your sleep. High on the adrenaline, you may want to don a robe and your slippers and step outside past your front door where you’ll be joined by other neighbours on your street. They exchange glances with each other, and then may meet eyes with you, and they look scared, with their wide eyes and clenched fists, some of the husbands and wives holding each other’s hands for comfort. It isn’t outside of the norm for such a startling cry. The house in question will be fully lit, with Mrs Myrsdin sobbing into her hands, mumbling, ‘I told him not to say anything! I told him to keep quiet! It came for him–’ as the AGPD (Amaryllis Grove Police Department) approach her, one of the officers patting her shoulder in consolation. Another officer moves towards a cluster of concerned neighbours, assuring them that this will be taken care of, and when they spot you, they’ll tell you the same.

It might seem difficult now to head back to sleep, but the crowd disperses and the AGPD lead Mrs Myrsdin back into the house. The lights remain on for another hour, maybe two, and then the entire block quiets again, the AGPD preparing to leave for the station once more. It seems there’s nothing else to do but get as much rest as you can before the morning ... but everything about this doesn’t sit quite right. Maybe you'll linger behind for a moment, see if you can ask a few questions, gather a bit of information, as it seems that after the brief moment of shock none of the residents seem to be particularly surprised by any of this.


5.0   The skies are blue and the sun is bright, and as Amaryllis Grove wakes up to a new day, everything feels as though Mrs Myrsdin never screamed into the night, with no signs of the AGPD having visited, and not a whisper to be said of Mrs Myrsdin's husband disappearing. If you try to investigate what happened at the house last night, Mrs Myrsdin will conveniently be absent, and any neighbours around you may either greet you with the most firm, reassuring smiles, or an outright aloofness to ignore anything you say. They’ll interject by telling you about the Harvest festivities, or make a comment about the weather. Some might sound snappish and dismissive. One thing’s for sure: everything feels tense.

But as the skies gradually shift to an overcast, one of your neighbours may gesture to the sky with another plasticky smile, commenting about the brightness of the sun. ‘It sure is bright today,’ they might say, the comment seemingly so off-handed. It’s casual, polite, and a little strained. ‘It’s got a far reach.’

It’s too bright to stare directly into the sun without damaging your eyes, but as you glance up just past it, you might notice that the sun looks a little … too close. And it doesn’t look a whole lot like a sun either, though it is bright but it looks like a large whitish sphere with a piercing, golden iris and it seems to be watching. This certainly wasn’t in the morning’s weather report.


6.0   As you continue to settle in Amaryllis Grove, you may begin to pick up on other strange things that you hadn’t noticed before – not surprising, considering the whirlwind of events that have taken place in such a short period of time and having to grow accustomed to the daily lives of the residents in Amaryllis Grove.

There are figures that resemble people scattered around town in all shapes, sizes, and races, replicated with excruciating detail, all the way down to their expressions and poses. In their everyday wear, they stoically fill in corners and take up empty spaces, and while it can’t possibly be true, their eyes seem to follow you as you move past them – even with the empty gazes of their glassy eyes. They’re made of metal and clad in something soft and pliable to make up their skin. Once you know what you’re looking for, they almost start to make themselves more visible to you. But if you study them for too long, you may begin to feel a little nauseous and queasy, and temporarily experience vertigo. Or you may start to have feelings of paranoia settle in, making you short-tempered and twitchy.

These figures can be found almost everywhere around the town, but they will mostly be populated in and around the residential blocks, looking as though they’re busily living their lives in passive background poses. They’re easy enough to miss if you aren’t sure what you’re looking for, and they’re so life-like you almost feel rude staring for too long, in case they turn their heads towards you.

And on the next night, you might catch the glimpse of a dark, stationary silhouette of a man in the Myrsdin house just before Mrs Myrsdin draws the curtains closed.

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F Y I

The events in this log take place during the month of October.

If you have questions about any of the prompts or the mission in general, please direct them HERE.

To explore a specific location or speak to any of the NPCs, please submit your search request HERE.

And finally, your soundtrack for this log:

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coordination: (I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IS)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-10-18 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I do.

There's sure to be something that seems odd or out of place. And even a small thread like that can lead us to discovering more about what's going on here.

The officers at the station all do roughly the same things. So once I've got a reason to file something away, I'll have access to tonight's incident as well as any past ones that have occurred. And I'm a much faster worker than these guys believe.
morethan084: (unconvinced)

[personal profile] morethan084 2023-10-18 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy doesn’t believe that, but she doesn’t say it out loud either.]

Well, you don’t have to worry about Andy. Unless you give her a reason to.

If that’s what you’re worried about.
morethan084: (nailbiting/unsure)

[personal profile] morethan084 2023-10-18 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Through the kindness of others, clearly.]

Well, then I guess I should start looking for a recipe that will work then.
morethan084: (confused)

[personal profile] morethan084 2023-10-18 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daisy does a double take when she notices there’s a voice coming from…

Nowhere?

Well, it’s coming from floating clothing. Which is even weirder.]


Uh-

Yeah.

[She doesn’t even seem to be absorbing anything she’s saying.]

How’re you doing that?
astudyinviolet: Scruffy Sherlock looking out the window (⩑ A Problem of Reason)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-18 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He'll take the chair. He can be blunt and rude at times, but he still grew up in a Victorian era and is a gentleman. ]

I can't imagine mine to be much better. I've seen many horrors in my line of work.

[ Sherlock also takes no offense at being told how observant he is. That is what he does. He observes and makes it his business to know things. He sighs and looks towards the window. When he speaks again, it's soft, almost like he's speaking more to himself than Dyer. ]

The truth will find a way out eventually. It always does.
astudyinviolet: Scruffy Sherlock playing violin (⩑ His Hesitant Bow)

routine

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-18 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ On the days when he doesn't have a performance in Abbey Park, Sherlock observes the main hub of the city as a violin street performer. He fills the square with music and watches the locals come and go. Sometimes they even decide to drop a coin in his violin case. He's there at all sorts of odd hours, eventually narrowing his focus on those he thinks could reveal more information. There will be a few times when Sherlock gives his fingers a break, and he rests on a bench with a strange book in his lap.

Murderbot will be acknowledge with a faint nod anytime their paths cross.
]
astudyinviolet: Scruffy Sherlock playing violin (⩑ His Hesitant Bow)

1.0

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-18 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One of the musicians playing in Abbey Park is an undercover Orber. Sherlock plays the violin, but when he's awaiting his next performance, he can be seen in the shade of a tree and trying to read a strange book he stores in a simple bag.

He's likely nods at her whenever she passes him by on her strolls, enough to be polite and to signal that he's around should there be a need.
]
drawsblood: (8)

[personal profile] drawsblood 2023-10-18 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He kisses back, in no rush to move either. Though of course it will have to happen sooner rather than later. If they're trying to fit in here it wouldn't do to act outside the norm and have her blatantly leaving his house once everyone is up for the day. ]

Writing notes to ourselves is a good idea; just in case. I will do that too.
drawsblood: (7)

[personal profile] drawsblood 2023-10-18 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He blows out a breath and nods, satisfied that Yzak knows the way of things at the police station and will know where to look. ]

I only have to worry about looking in people's garbage. Nothing has stood out to me so far.
softshoes: (👞 34)

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-10-18 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's about to interject about Sherlock's "parents"-- Degar's magic must really be doing something wild, if the locals are convinced by two parents less than a decade older than their son-- when the younger man brings the rest of the gossip up. He didn't hear them, actually: he'd been busy herding Sherlock to safety.]

They what? [He scoffs out a laugh, disbelieving. Years ago, he might've gotten defensive. Today, he just looks a little bemused.] That's presumptuous of them. I'm very dedicated to my imaginary marriage.

[Though he says so with a touch of sarcasm, he really is. What he's found, and carefully built, with Stephen seems to be working, temporary though it may be; he's happy, against all odds. Yujin can't even find it in him to be upset over the suggestion of being paired up with this too-young, not-quite-right iteration of his dearest friend. It's just a funny thought now.]

If I were your real partner, then. Was he ever... [Yujin muses aloud, before catching himself mid-thought and course correcting.] What is the John Watson you know like?
softshoes: art by <user name=shino_dgs site=twitter.com> (👞 58)

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-10-18 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
["Not fair. I almost had it," huffs the boy as he jogs up to Noah.

Meanwhile, Yujin breathes out a sigh of relief.
]

Thank you... I don't trust those contraptions. You can leave him to it.

[The boy gives Noah a disgruntled look-- kind of funny, with his big frog eyes-- as he trots alongside him and the mower trying to take it back.]
softshoes: (👞 14)

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-10-18 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Be careful.

[Yes, he gave a warning, but if he had any idea what to do with the figures, he probably would be doing the same.]

What were you thinking of trying?
constructually: (135)

for Jason

[personal profile] constructually 2023-10-18 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Calling it a good idea would be a lie; Murderbot knew it was taking a significant risk by attempting to discover the secret behind the strange sun, but sometimes things are worth the risk.

This was... maybe not worth the risk, but it isn't dead or drastically injured, so it's probably fine. Or it will be fine, once the damage that Murderbot has done to its eyes has healed. It tries to reboot the drones, but none of them will respond to pings, and once again Murderbot curses this stupid fucking planet that has so little technology.

It also curses the fact it did this away from the house, in a quiet part of a public park, to avoid drawing attention to the people living with it.

Murderbot sighs, and sits, and waits. Eventually, someone with an earpiece comes into range and Murderbot immediately pings them with a standard request for assistance. If they turn out to be an asshole who'd take advantage of someone blind, that's fine, Murderbot can handle it.]
astudyinviolet: Scruffy Sherlock putting his hand on Watson's shoulder (⩑ The Sign of Two (Three))

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-10-18 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
My Watson?

[ Sherlock hasn't had a chance to really talk about his Watson. It's just been little comments here and there about similarities and differences. And on his part, a lot of internal emptiness he's not sure what to do with. He smiles despite himself, nothing but fondness and pride. For this moment of time, the darkness ever present with Sherlock seems to vanish under light. ]

He is a bastion of British courage, even if he doubts it himself for the lot given to him. He is also unfailingly dependable. It's a shame this is our first case together. Had I known he'd want to accompany, no, help me with my cases, I would have asked him to join me earlier.

[ Has Sherlock ever mentioned that this mass abduction case was their first case together? It's their first case together.

Sherlock waves a hand, feeling like somehow he needs to prove to Mikotoba that Watson can match up to whatever standard there is. Whatever pattern the vast universe has been showing him, Watson is a shining example. (It's him that's failing between the two.)
]

Watson has been learning my methods and applying them well. Yet he still manages to be surprised, fascinated by my deductions. He downplays his own skills constantly. He's brilliant, and even when I don't tell him the whole of what I'm doing, he follows along and still continues to aid me. He has this way with people that I could never hope to replicate. He's entirely too caring and too patient with them. And me.

He should honestly take fault with me more. I know how difficult of a person I am to be with, and yet a year later, he hasn't moved out. Dear lord, I've given him enough reasons to. Instead, John just looks at me with this...

[ He's not sure how to describe that soft look in his eyes, how his brows relax, the corners of his mouth raising despite his attempts not to smile, the quirk of his mustache, the slight shake of his head. Sherlock doesn't know if he's seen that expression used on anyone else but him. Sherlock wants to greedily keep that look for himself only.

That earlier brightness begins to fade from Sherlock.
]

Well, he'll make some gentle lady very happy someday and leave eventually. He has knowledge, loyalty, charm, a respectable profession, and good looks. Who wouldn't be taken by him?
dispassioned: (pic#16249577)

[personal profile] dispassioned 2023-10-19 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Chishiya offers a casual shrug, totally unashamed.]

Well, I’m good it it.

[He is an excellent wallflower. He has an absolutely perfect technique.]
dispassioned: (pic#16314425)

[personal profile] dispassioned 2023-10-19 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Chishiya is hanging out near a window when he smells the smoke coming from the backyard. He is absolutely certain Arisu didn’t decide to do some outdoor grilling in the middle of his party, so he heads out to see what’s going on.

When he gets to the door he pauses. And stares with the flattest stare you can imagine.

Fitz, of course, seems entirely oblivious to this display of judgment and displeasure, even after he notices Chishiya's presence.

Hungry? Fitz asks and Chishiya snorts.]


Not anymore.

[There's a whole ass dead pig getting cut up in his backyard.]
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unjedi: (225)

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-10-19 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ she smiles, touched. ]

You'll be the first I ask.
offseers: (Holding These Thoughts)

[personal profile] offseers 2023-10-19 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
It is a special forces designation.

[ noah pauses. describing his world to others is a skill he has yet to master. he finds himself stumbling a lot. especially right now.

"you're an offseer. so send her." ]


When someone dies, they're left with unrequired feelings. Sometimes, they die alone. Sometimes they die in pain. As an offseer, I use my melody to grant them peace.
offseers: (Great Cotte Falls (Night))

[personal profile] offseers 2023-10-19 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry. I'm sure it's not that hard.
offseers: (Yesterdale (Night))

[personal profile] offseers 2023-10-19 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ noah seems a bit startled, not used to people eyeballing him like that rather than the boy's unusual appearance.

but he moves on quickly enough. ]


You don't trust them?
dispassioned: (pic#16362904)

[personal profile] dispassioned 2023-10-19 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[He sips his cocktail as Aleksander takes a bite of the jello salad, watching as he crunches into the fruit at the center, vaguely amused.]

Is it the taste or the texture that’s interesting?
constructually: (005)

[personal profile] constructually 2023-10-19 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
I could if I wanted to.

[Murderbot is actually very good at complaining! Complaining costs nothing and annoys everyone else! It's great!]

My frame has been repaired many times, maybe it was done poorly.
dispassioned: (pic#16312508)

[personal profile] dispassioned 2023-10-19 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He snorts.]

That's still better than the old fashioned American aesthetic.
alternatives: (pic#16666479)

[personal profile] alternatives 2023-10-19 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
( he shakes his head but doesn't speak, finding any words that fill his mouth too imperfect for this briefly crystalline moment. no, he hasn't had enough. not by a long shot and probably not ever, going off what he knows about himself and how starved he is. but he doesn't exactly feel starved here, in chishiya's arms, idly rubbing his lips back and forth against his shoulder. he almost feels complete, actually. like there isn't a thing he could hope for other than the next second shared with chishiya.

logically, he knows there are a lot of things he wants. he just can't really think of any while he's here, nestled comfortably in domestic bliss. weirdly, that contentment stays with him in the next second. and the next, and the next.

playfully, he smacks chishiya's exposed thigh, abruptly pulling away from him and standing up, arms extended in chishiya's direction.
)

Mikotoba-san taught me how to dance. ( he gives an encouraging nod, fingers flexing. ) C'mon.