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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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astudyinviolet: Sherlock thinking with hand to chin (M for Mystery)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-11-08 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I feel like my Watson would be the same. He'd make friends and fit right in with everyone in the infirmary, but I hope my presence would help.

[ Like how this talk has helped, even if Sherlock is missing his friend. He's a little surprised that the talk has helped especially when they hadn't really address their nightmares beyond not wanting to add more possible horrors for the other. Then again, he's not used to talking about these things with people beyond two. And one of those two might not even count. ]

Would you like some more tea?
astudyinviolet: Sherlock thinking with hand to chin (M for Mystery)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-11-09 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ How could the sun read their mail? It has no hands. Sherlock doesn't want to make assumptions, but it doesn't seem like the locals are in communication with the "giant freaky sun," so even if it did, the matchmaking housespouses wouldn't know his lie. ]

Flowers and eye color. Hm, perhaps I can manage some romantic drivel after all.

[ Until he gets badly stuck on what flower could possibly match his grey eyes and calls Mikotoba for help. With disastrous results. ]

I can make something appear worn and in another handwriting other than my own. I shall work on it as soon as I return to the house.
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[personal profile] drawsblood 2023-11-09 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
All right. I'm Joric. You can call on me if you need aid.
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[personal profile] drawsblood 2023-11-09 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[ His expression turns grave. ]

I suppose so. But it was good to talk through the possibilities. It helped clear my mind, at least.
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[personal profile] drawsblood 2023-11-09 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose you've got a point. Do you want to head home?

[ He has a feeling Newt will keep brushing things off so he adds: ]

Just thought I'd ask. I'm fine to stay here if you'd rather.
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[personal profile] constructually 2023-11-09 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Based on its own calculations, Murderbot realizes they're near where the closest drone fell when they stop, so:]

Thank you.

[And then immediately Jason asks a question that earns a dry look, even though he probably isn't watching Murderbot's face.]

I do. It's private.

[It doesn't always disclose this fact, but it felt like being a bitch :) ]
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[personal profile] constructually 2023-11-09 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
You're the third I've met.

['Droid' is a familiar enough word that Murderbot assumes it was some kind of bot.

But this might be a case of differing expectations, which is why it used a definitive number.]


There are very few bots where I'm from that would be suited to this mission.

[That's not.... entirely true, Murderbot is just kind of an asshole about bots, but that's why it's been surprised by running into inorganic beings.]
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2023-11-09 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Get our thoughts in order.

[Natasha agrees, echoing the sentiment.]

And I always like our talks.
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2023-11-09 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Natasha does, in fact, have her earpiece. Basically always. She switches to text, doing a very good job of not letting the communication show on her face.]

Mostly just habit. Always a good idea to have an eye on your six, right?
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[personal profile] greenpower 2023-11-09 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Also strange shit to do if they want us to gather all of the orbs. If they're so interested in actually collecting these things, shouldn't they... I don't know, help.
astudyinviolet: Sherlock puzzled (⩑ The Disappearance of the Strand)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-11-09 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
It is a rather strange topic, and I doubt Mycroft was keen on mentioning anything about Cordona. The fact that you even know a little of it at all is...

[ He shakes his head. He's told his Watson some stories about Cordona, mostly related to cases, but there are things he has yet to say. ]

My Watson has yet to meet Mycroft, and if I could spare him the tedium and how utterly vexing he can be, I would. Did he ask you to do something for him? Something for Queen and country but keeping you in the dark all the same?
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[personal profile] choicely 2023-11-09 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now there's a possibility that Yennefer herself hasn't yet entertained, and Ivy's words prompt a note of realization, something dawning in her expression even if she makes a conscious effort to maintain as neutral a reaction as possible.

There's no telling how often they're being observed, and she isn't about to initiate something that would draw unwanted attention given where they're standing. ]


And perhaps, someone made a deal to make it that way, but the result since has been a requirement for these Harvests.

[ It's as good a theory as any with so little to go on, but it's also evident by the look on Yennefer's face that she's intrigued by the prospect of having a potential lead. ]
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[personal profile] choicely 2023-11-09 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The only one who seemed to be in any distress at all is already being managed.

[ And if Yennefer felt in any way qualified to intervene here, she'd be nearly tempted to — she doesn't have the physical capabilities that someone like Geralt does, who could edge his way into a fight against these officers without even breaking a sweat. But simultaneously, she recognizes the import of their mission here, and the quickest way to overplay their hand is to earn negative attention.

For now, all she can do is stand in observation, but that doesn't mean she has to enjoy the helpless feeling that comes with it. ]


Do you think the rest of them are being controlled in some way? Either by magic or... something else? [ It would take a powerful force indeed to hold sway over this many minds for such a long duration, so much so that she suspects it isn't any one person responsible. ]
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[personal profile] choicely 2023-11-09 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Only if I go into the house with you and don't reappear until the next morning. Or never reappear at all.

[ She gives him a look that feigns chiding, as though the concept of preserving any kind of reputation is certainly at the forefront of her mind right now. If she wasn't so concerned about blending in appropriately, it really wouldn't be, but the housespouses in particular seem to make it their business to know everyone else's, and Yennefer has the strong impression that she can't afford to place even a toe out of line. ]

But for a friendly cup of afternoon tea? [ The corners of her mouth are already twitching. ] I personally don't see the issue there.
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[personal profile] choicely 2023-11-09 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The real question is whether any of them have taken notice of you.

[ Because, from Yennefer's perspective, if any of the boys in question aren't sitting up and paying attention in return, then they're certainly not worth the mental or emotional energy that Hagakure might be spending on them. Then again, she too remembers what it was like to have particularly pining feelings, even if she had never truly allowed herself to yearn for one person specifically over anyone else. Such things seem to be universal regardless of the sphere, anyway. ]

And yes, outer appeal is only skin-deep. Some of the most beautiful people I've ever known contain rather awful personalities.

[ She shifts to set her hands on the girl's shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze there. ]

The ones who truly matter will be drawn to what's on the inside over anything else. But if a new dress makes you feel powerful, don't underestimate that. Embrace it.
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[personal profile] mienai 2023-11-09 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hagakure flinches back a little herself. Is she made of fire?

Is this person allergic to invisible people?

She says, a little self-aware and sheepish:]


I just... am! It's my quirk.
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[personal profile] endofcompliance 2023-11-10 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Bucky prefers not asking each other more questions, and appreciates the fact she says she won't tell anyone. And he didn't even have to ask her not to.]

Thanks. [He downs his fourth beer.]

I wasn't worried, about you tripping on me. [She's too graceful for that.]
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[personal profile] endofcompliance 2023-11-10 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, Bucky certainly doesn't want that. ]

[ He shakes his head. ]


It was a gift, from them. They took care of me, helped me, and gave me this. [ He lifts the arm. ] They kind of do have say in what happens to it, since it's their technology.
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2023-11-10 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
That I'll find all of the weapons you're hiding around where you sleep, then?

[She means it as a joke.

And a self-deprecating one.]
astudyinviolet: Sherlock thinking with hand to chin (M for Mystery)

Then it must be the correct definition

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-11-10 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Then that's what I'll call you.

[ He consulted an expert, and the expert gave him an answer. It's strange to his ears, but many things have been like that since he arrived on Ximilia Station. Onto more other matters before his curious mind decides to latch onto the wrong topic again. ]

How goes your observation and investigations? Anything of promise?
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[personal profile] rehandle 2023-11-10 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He apologises. He apologises and Stephen draws in a slow breath, watching the dregs of Yujin's drained glass slide back down its sides as he lets the voiced unspoken sink in. Sorry. Intentional now. Out loud. They're being smart about this, sensible. Good. That's good, isn't it? Alright.

The separately is louder in its silence than it might have been aloud. Stephen nods his agreement, pushes himself to his feet and reaches for Yujin's emptied glass. Better not to both go at once - best avoid the awkward parting as they each turn off the hall into their respective rooms.

Glasses in hand, one empty, one with a finger or so left to go, Stephen - stops. He could go the other way to the kitchen, but toward Yujin is the faster route, and to about-face would draw more attention than it needs. Instead, he lifts his glass again, swigs the remaining mouthful, the action somehow a world away from the sip of moments before.

Only a swig of whisky doesn't take more than a second to empty from a glass. So, to follow it: ]


Goodnight.

[ God, he hopes that didn't sound as wooden as it felt. It's mostly there as an indicator: please feel free to leave. He's just going to - wash these. A fact he indicates with a stiff little smile and a raise of the glasses now caught between finger and thumb. ]
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[personal profile] softshoes 2023-11-10 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[And yet Yujin doesn't leave. Much as he wills himself to move, his feet don't quite carry him away as Stephen picks up Yujin's glass and prepares to take it off to the kitchen with his own; instead, he takes a tentative step away, merely watching Stephen. The lips that part to drain the last of his drink; his thin, deft fingers around the cup.

It's almost more than he can bear.
]

Goodnight, Stephen.

[The smallest concession, he reasons, will give him enough strength of will to soldier through the rest of... whatever charade they're carrying on behind the first charade. This studious denial of the body and of the heart. But if he's truly honest with himself, it's just that he can't keep himself so far away any longer.

Yujin moves to him, without fanfare, without any surge of passion or undue rush of speed. He doesn't take him into his arms: his touch is light, fingertips resting on Stephen's arm for a bit of steadiness as he raises himself up to the other man's level. He can still smell the whiskey on the man's breath. For how much he craves it, he holds himself back from the desire to take Stephen's mouth with his own. This will have to suffice. It will need to be enough.

Tentatively, Yujin presses a kiss to the ridge of Stephen's cheekbone.
]
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[personal profile] softshoes 2023-11-11 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds like a good idea. I'll see who we can enlist.

[But...]

I do sometimes wish we normal humans could be of more help. All too often it feels like we're out of our depth.
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[personal profile] greenpower 2023-11-11 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't been around for as many of these missions as some people, but if you look for the creepiest shit in the area and then follow it back, you usually find the orb, right?

[In Ivy's defense, she hasn't really been on missions where the orb was dormant.]
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[personal profile] drawsblood 2023-11-11 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles briefly, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. ]

As do I. It's hard to believe that we are nearing the end of our missions.