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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2023-11-11 07:59 pm

MISSION: THE SUN NEVER SETS ON AMARYLLIS GROVE, PART 2

M I S S I O N   1 7 . 2

THOSE AMONG YOUHARVEST THY GOOD WILLGOOD FENCES & GOOD NEIGHBOURSALL EYE ON YOUFYI

// INTRO. Those Among You  


After weeks spent in the ever-sunny town of Amaryllis Grove, the Orbers are surely used to their way of life: days spent focusing on living as perfect a life as possible, regardless of how real it is, under the watchful eye of the sun and the moon.

However, some Orbers may wake up one day to find that whoever they were living with — Joel, Harley, Cain, Gabe, and others of the team who have suddenly returned to their homes — is gone… but by the evening, they have been replaced by one of the Companions, made to their exact liking, going silently about their business in perfect imitation of the one they are replacing.

Furthermore, those who were found to be on the list of names of people to be watched will one day, while at work, receive a talking-to by their superiors, giving them a warning that their behaviour has given reason for concern — each talking-to ends with similarly, too:

“The sun is always very bright leading up to the Harvest Festival.”

// PART I.Harvest Thy Good Will  


The day of the Harvest Festival dawns with clear skies, the autumn wind rustling the newly-turned red and gold leaves in the trees and on the streets. The Housespouses have been hard at work arranging everything for the festival, from seating arrangements, decorations, and booths for different activities. Everyone is expected to attend, and with the day being an official holiday, there is no excuse not to show up.


1.0   During the weeks leading up to the festival, neighbourhoods have been abuzz with trying all the new recipes, all in preparation for this one day: bringing their very best pies, cakes, stews and roasts for everyone to taste. Many housespouses (whether part of the association or not) are eager to show off their cooking skills, either by making as many people try their foods as possible, or by participating in some of the traditional competitions that look for the the best dish of this harvest.

However, there is plenty to do for those whose main interest in cooking lies in eating: there are games to try, like apple bobbing, and a fun take on darts where rather than aiming for the middle, the goal is to state which ring you are going to hit and receive points for accuracy. There is also a whole table for decorating gourds — and if you are very happy with your result, you can also enter the contest for the most extravagant decorating.


2.0   When the time comes for all to gather around the long tables set in the town square, each table brimming with delicious dishes, the tablecloths and centerpieces in bright oranges and reds, some of the people around the tables may cause you to be surprised: it is not just the townspeople who are invited, but also the Companions, sitting in their assigned seats silently, eerily. There are more of them than one might expect: almost every other family attending has at least one Companion among them, a family member lost and replaced. However, questions about their presence are not tolerated, and those who may try and bring undue attention to them are quickly shushed.

One might also notice that despite the beautiful weather (or perhaps because of it), the atmosphere of the festival seems tense — smiles are strained, words carefully chosen, discussion remaining on the surface level.

Overhearing the different families speaking to one another, something to note is the way they refer to their distant relatives: it seems that Mr Willowby’s cousins, living out of town, were not able to make it this year; just like Mrs Reyes’ great-aunt, who is again missing out on a wonderful festival. The more you listen, the more you notice that there are no relatives visiting from out of town… and that it seems to be a yearly occurrence.


3.0   While the general atmosphere is very genial and welcoming, a few of the Orbers — mainly, Newt, Daisy, Yzak, Ryunosuke, John and Chishiya — will find that them, along with their (fake) spouses or family, are treated almost outright coldly.

Some of the townspeople will quite simply avoid associating with them, while others will exchange a few hasty pleasantries before making an excuse and leaving them alone, glancing fearfully at the bright sun in the sky as they do so. The dishes they or their families have brought go largely untasted, and other Orbers may catch the townspeople warning them against associating with “those kinds of people” too closely — after all, best to take care of yourself, right?

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// PART II.Good Fences & Good Neighbours  


When you wake up the next morning, you’ll find that Amaryllis Grove suddenly feels a little … different. The Harvest had gone seemingly without a hitch (at least for those who hadn’t wound up on the list), but the tension that remained since your arrival here seems to have grown a little more intense. It’s quiet when you step out of your house expecting to see your neighbour greeting you by the mailbox, or to be down at the end of the driveway collecting their daily paper. You note the absence of the neighbour who lives down the block who often walks this way to get to the park with her daughter.

Things feel too eerily still, and as you peer up into the sky, you’ll notice that the cloud cover makes it impossible now to see the sun.


4.0   When someone screams, the first thing that may come to mind is how the last time you’d heard something so bone-chillingly devastating in this town alone was the night that Mr Myrsden had died. It’s broad daylight now, and the cry is still no less terrifying. You might decide to wait, or to hide wherever you are, or for those of you with a plethora of experience in dealing with life-ending screams, you may decide to investigate. After all, someone could be in very real trouble and they could need your help.

A small crowd has already gathered by the time you arrive, dressed in whatever you went to bed in. A woman in her plush pink robe and curlers still haphazardly rolled into her hair is lying on the asphalt in another neighbour’s arms, expression fearful and pained but still – thankfully – breathing.

“She’s just fainted, she’ll be all right,” Mr Barker says in relief, helping to sit her properly so that some of the other neighbours could tend to the fainted woman.

Within the crowd, several statements could be heard in hushed murmurs: “Said that her husband isn’t moving right,” someone says, while someone else begins, “Something feels wrong with my Betsy, too.”

There’s an air of unrest and discomfort amongst the crowd gathered at the side of the street, but at least the worst of it appears to be over. And so you’ll try to continue your life in Amaryllis Grove with the rest of your family (the Mayor has called for some volunteers to help with the clean-up from the Harvest, after all!), but you begin to notice strange things occurring throughout the day: Companions that had been programmed to follow a painstakingly careful path of activity appear to either stop moving, or begin actions on their own accord. Spouses or family members look between the overcast sky and their Companion in panic, shaking at their arms or shoulders, or tugging at their sleeves in fear. In fact, the town suddenly feels more populated than ever now as more and more people and their Companions mill into the streets in a truly unprecedented gathering, unraveling the meticulous routine they’d been living up until this point. Orbers may observe the familiar figures of Finn Mertens, Cain, and Joel Miller joining the throng. Harley Quinn and The Spot, done up in perfect likeness appear outside of their programmed routine.

And from above, even through thick cloud, the sky feels brighter somehow.


5.0   The initial shock of the Silent Companions moving out of sync wears off so long as they wander throughout town looking like they’ve lost their way. It’s easy enough to sidestep them if they cross into your path, and their former spouses and family members have largely appeared to have given into the malfunction, allowing them to meander the neighbourhood without aim. The Mayor announces that she’ll hold a town meeting for all people with a Companion this afternoon, hoping to reestablish a little order and assure comfort for the fearful and worried residents of the town. This is, after all, an unprecedented occurrence and no amount of convincing, magic or otherwise, has had an effect on the Companions out and about in town.

But then … the Silent Companions suddenly begin to move differently, the perfectly pleasant expressions carefully molded onto their faces remain unchanging as they lift their hands or quicken their pace, approaching anyone within close distance with menacing intent. They appear to stalk their targets, reaching out to close an iron-grip on a wrist or a shoulder, largely undetected except by those who recognize their faces and know them to be deceased in a former life. Orbers might find that aside from recent deaths, as well as the disappearance of some of their own crewmates, that from first glance it’s difficult to tell a Silent Companion from a living resident until their intent is made clear.

Anyone that reaches out to one of the Companions on their own, or is intercepted by one, will find that the interaction feels far more potent than ever. Mild feelings of paranoia are heightened into active and aggressive feelings of paranoia. Every negative and intrusive thought feels as though it might choke you, and the only way to stop it is to do it yourself – by whatever means necessary, even if they are violent. You might find yourself believing that your own family wants you dead and the only way to survive is to kill them before they kill you. The effects of nausea and discomfort make you immediately sick, and wanting to scratch incessantly at an itch that doesn’t exist, as if your very skin makes you deeply uncomfortable.

Cloud cover slowly begins to part now, and the bright, cheerful glow of the sun peeks through. It bathes the town in its perfectly pleasant light.


6.0   The last thing anyone can think of now is the Mayor’s town hall meeting. People begin to barricade themselves in spaces that seem devoid of a Silent Companion’s physical presence. Companions will pace hover nearby but so long as you remain out of their sightline, they don’t come directly after you. Orbers that have made friends and connections with their neighbours or any of the other townsfolk might consider sheltering together, finding an empty house or office, or seeking safety in a cellar with the windows and doors blocked off.

Of course, some of you might find that the doors to your own home are blocked off, the handle simply refusing to turn, or your keys suddenly snap in half, jamming the keyhole. Windows are locked shut as though the house itself is trying to keep you out, leaving you and your fellow crewmates exposed beneath the ever-brightening sky.

And even if you do manage to break into your own home, either by smashing the in the glass of the windows, or physically kicking the doors in, the house itself might feel as cold and unwelcoming as though it knows full well who you really are, why you’re really here, and what you’ve come to do. You feel more seen in your own living room than you do in the open street, the discomfort of being hunted and exploited wearing on you like a slippery, wet blanket. The walls feel suffocating, the food in your pantry and your fridge tastes like ash and rots within hours, and you feel as though the ceiling above you might cave in on you at any given moment just because you’re here.

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// PART III.All Eye On You  


The sky now has cleared completely, leaving nothing but the harsh white and golden glow of the sun hanging high above within the bright, beautiful blue overhead. The town itself is a reflection of something much darker and more chaotic, but the temperatures are warm and pleasant and there is very little shadow being cast by the sun itself as it greedily swivels around on its axis in watch.

7.0   Amaryllis Grove suddenly feels like a whole different town when compared to the Orbers' initial arrival. What had been a quiet and well-orchestrated little town without a single hitch for every perfect day of every perfect month, every cog in the machine a well-oiled one, suddenly seems to have crumbled apart. Doors, windows, and cellar entrances have been blocked off and barricaded with heavy household appliances such as refrigerators, laundry machines, and meticulously-crafted furniture. Shattered glass and broken parts of a Silent Companion that had met some partially-successful retaliation are strewn across the asphalt. Cars are left abandoned at the sides of the streets, doors hanging wide open and groceries spilling out from bags and onto the pavement. People still left stranded in the streets, locked out of their own homes, become helpless victims to their very creations, driven to madness and tortured by a familiar and well-loved face that never wears any other expression except that of perfect unfeeling neutrality.

For those that manage to make it to the town hall and the office of the Mayor, they’ll find her pacing back and forth, scrubbing at her face in deep thought. Her husband, Stuart, sits poised and tense on one end of a long chaise against one wall, watching his wife in concern. Any resident is welcome into the overly large room, of course, and luckily for the group no Companion has caught on to the location just yet. The Mayor has posted her very best magic-users at the doors, however, just in case. It isn’t going to do much more than slow them down but it’ll buy them some time to escape at least.

The Mayor, looking uncharacteristically flustered and stressed, turns to you.

“Well? I hope you’ve brought a genius idea with you, because I truly am at a loss.”


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F Y I

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

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

And finally, your soundtrack for this log:

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ravkas: (34)

[personal profile] ravkas 2023-11-29 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
It's a messy affair, how the second son of a king manages to pilfer a throne. But I have no choice but to live with it, because I'm still the best man for the job, and my country doesn't need a king that can't stand a little blood.

[ ah. ]

Did you have the stomach for what I couldn't do, then?
medicative: (strive.)

cw: self injury, needles

[personal profile] medicative 2023-11-29 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Very well.

[before she can second guess herself, Emily sucks a breath in and brings the scalpel down on her own arm. sharp as it is, it cuts her easily, and it hurts - she can't hold back the grimace, the little cry of pain, knowing she cut deep enough to ruin nerves if she didn't fix it. blood runs from the cut, but she forces her other hand to stay steady and put the syringe in her veins. careful administration, some of the red liquid injected into her, and she can feel the pain dying and her strength returning.

to Daisy's eyes, the cut is closing at an accelerated rate, the stream of blood getting smaller and smaller, until it stops - there's nothing under the blood but unharmed skin now, fixed just like that.

okay. disinfection of her tools, given the supplies in her bag, and she speaks as easily as if she didn't just do that in front of someone.]


I will not force you to take it. You have my word - if you only want non-magical care, then I'll brace and support your wrist, to help take some of the strain off. Both of them, actually, if you're going to keep fighting, and give you standard anti-inflammatory medicine that I took from the station. Which I will also take, if you're still suspicious.
ananym: (Though outwardly we are wasting away)

[personal profile] ananym 2023-11-29 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ did he have the stomach for it? not really. his hands shook when he committed the deed. he wept when he killed taka and sumi. but it was never his stomach that made him queasy, but the black spots in his heart that leaped out. ]

Perhaps I was made for that.

Though I would much prefer to have your stomach than my own.
morethan084: (sad/down)

[personal profile] morethan084 2023-11-29 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
i wouldnt want them to risk their life for me.
drawsblood: (Default)

[personal profile] drawsblood 2023-11-29 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
That is what we all would say if our name was on a list. Trust that we mean it.
tochnyy: (m0184)

c. wilcard text check-in!

[personal profile] tochnyy 2023-11-29 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
tell me you're in one piece and haven't been eating ash?

or have any good ideas about or ever watchful eye?
singlelogbridge: (192)

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-29 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
one piece. yeah. all good.

few too many voices in my head but that's hardly new!
[Was that a joke??? who knows.] are you okay?
singlelogbridge: (20)

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-29 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm. [His hands around the mug of tea are uncomfortably warm but he leaves them there, ignoring the slight sting.]

I think we made it worse, [he agrees, and then—] but it was always going to get worse. Had to happen sooner or later. Who could pretend to be perfect all the time? Can you imagine?

I wouldn't have lasted a month.
tochnyy: (m064)

[personal profile] tochnyy 2023-11-29 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
you mean aside from the others?

i suppose. i keep losing my shoes?
its like being back in the ravkan army
singlelogbridge: (62)

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-29 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't answer that but he does laugh out loud, just a little hysteria in the sound.]

how are you losing your shoes? are they not on your feet?
greenpower: (pic#16358762)

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-11-29 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
No kidding, right? I mean, it suuuuucks, but you almost can't blame people around here for being so neurotic. No one could keep this up.

[And some of them have—or had—a lot to lose.]

I've never been good at playing along or playing nice. I can't feel too bad about it. Still...

[Look, she's not heartless.]
tochnyy: (m085)

[personal profile] tochnyy 2023-11-29 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
if i knew, would i keep losing them

running, actually
probably running and trying to stay alive
it's a lot like ravka
singlelogbridge: (149)

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-29 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
I tried to kill my son

did I tell you I have a son? well, he's not mine but he feels like he's mine and it's just. complicated. I tried to hurt him.

I hate this place
tochnyy: (m0185)

[personal profile] tochnyy 2023-11-29 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
you didn't tell me

from your future?

i... i'm sorry. this place is what did it, you know that? right? your hands or not.
singlelogbridge: (210)

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-29 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
yeah. well the future. not mine.

I know. Still sucks though. even the school in that other town didn't mess with my head like this. you know, the town where we were married
tochnyy: (m0177)

[personal profile] tochnyy 2023-11-29 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
i figured. we don't have a toddler running around

yeah... that one was somehow better? our glory days, huh? i think that was my only successful marriage
singlelogbridge: (9)

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-29 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[He laughs and this time it's in earnest. He doesn't respond to the note about a toddler because the thought of baby a-Yuan is too much to think about right now.

It's somehow easy with Mal to cycle from borderline hysteria back to something teasing and light, the familiarity of his friend grounding him.
]

we were a very cute couple even if you insisted on flirting with every woman in that gym
tochnyy: (m0120)

[personal profile] tochnyy 2023-11-29 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
it was part of the mission, you know

and you did put me in my place in the end
singlelogbridge: (169)

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-29 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
yeah

hey, when this one's over, let's get a drink. you don't even have to bring your shoes
tochnyy: (m0194)

[personal profile] tochnyy 2023-11-29 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
i won't say no to that

shoes optional? on purpose? sounds like too wild of a night
morethan084: (smugsmirk)

[personal profile] morethan084 2023-11-29 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
I know you do. I appreciate it.
singlelogbridge: (37)

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-29 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
I know what you mean. [He chuckles softly before it dies off.]

I was never nice. I tried to be good but I was terrible at that too. [He offers her a wry smile. He feels more like himself now, but he feels emotionally exhausted and wrung out, the way he would after a fight when the resentful energy finally started to seep out of his body.]

I was a heretic and a defector in my world, so you know. [he gestures around them] Not good at following the rules.
drawsblood: (8)

[personal profile] drawsblood 2023-11-29 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks around at the neighbors chatting, passing around food, and blatantly ignoring some families. This feels so twisted; it's not the way a community is supposed to feel. He thinks back to festivals and celebrations at home and they never felt so stifling. ]

Well, come appreciate it at my place. I'm heading off now.
astudyinviolet: Sherlock looking at Jon clasping his shoulder (Splitting the Loot)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-11-29 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can't even argue with her on that. ]

I am going to break into our house before I rendezvous with anyone. Is there anything you need from there?
astudyinviolet: Scruffy Sherlock looking upset (⩑ A Scandal in Edelweiss)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-11-29 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Right now, I need you to tell me what you see around us.

[ The world has changed, and Sherlock doesn't know if it's the result of his mind or something beyond him. If Noah sees the same thing, then it's less likely he's fallen back into his madness. ]

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