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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Cain, Gabe, and others of the team who have suddenly returned to their homes — is gone… but by the evening, they have been replaced by one of the Companions, made to their exact liking, going silently about their business in perfect imitation of the one they are replacing.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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hadbadays: (→63)

John Watson // Sherlock // OTA

[personal profile] hadbadays 2023-11-12 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Part 1

3.0


[ It's been a rather nerveracking time, since he hasn't been sure about what to expect of being put on a watchlist, but after nothing happened for a while he's tried to relax somewhat. After all, acting too strange won't exactly help get them off his back. It's very obvious at the Harvest Fest, though, and he's almost fascinated by the animosity.

There's no point trying to make a big deal of it. He doesn't try to make anyone pay him any attention and will stick by his 'spouse' more often than not. If any orber opts to ignore the warnings and talk him up or invite him to join in on games, though, he'll join in with a smile. ]


Part 2

5.0


[ With the Companions turning hostile, John brings his gun and goes to patrol the streets. Although he doesn't know if a gun will do much against them, it's better than nothing, and he won't know without trying. He never takes his hand off it, keeping it and his hand in a pocket.

Anyone that looks like they're about to get grabbed will first hear a gunshot, then they'll find John in between them and the Companion. ]


You should probably get out of here.

[ Especially before paranoia gets to him, but he doesn't know about that part. ]

Wildcard

[ John will be out and about and around to help out anyone that gets hurt! And feel free to hit me up with anything else. ]
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[personal profile] hadbadays 2023-11-12 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
What happens if you shoot a Companion in, say, the head and/or chest? :3
astudyinviolet: Sherlock doubting himself (⩑ A Case of Shaken Sanity)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-11-12 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Are there any special requirements to "break" someone from 5.0's influence? Proximity/Distance to a Companion? Slap to the face? The Power of Love tm? Whatever one wants?

Or Not Applicable/Nothing at all since it sounds like 7.0 still has people messed up?

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.
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[personal profile] blindrun 2023-11-12 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'Genius idea' is not really his forte. He's the guy who makes the plan happen, less so the planner. At least that's his comfort zone. This is... far out of it. Whatever idyllic little place the Mayor pretended this town was is collapsing. The fake people keep growing in number and now they've turned outright aggressive. So how do they move forward? In his mind, getting rid of the fakes is the best strategy. Up until now he assumed the Mayor had some control over them, but even she's at a loss. ]

I haven't brought anything but myself. But I can help you come up with, at minimum, a plan if you're willing to cooperate by answering some questions.
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Wei Wuxian

[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-13 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
5.0

A.


[Wei Wuxian isn’t a stranger to voices in his head. He’s lived with them for years now, quietly assuring him of his worthlessness, of his guilt, angrily demanding he take vengeance for the wrongs done to him. They’ve been comforting and terrifying in turn.

It’s been better on the Ximilia. The inability to reach for resentful energy on so many missions, or the lack of need means the voices have quieted. Sometimes he thinks they’ve gone silent entirely. He goes months at a time without them now, and they’re quieter when they come, easily ignored. Without the Yin Tiger seal and with so many loved ones around, they fall on deaf ears.

It’s different this time. The voices have changed, indistinguishable from his own so that he can’t tell where they end and he begins. He pulls Chenqing from his pocket and stares at it, but the flute remains silent and the voices continue.

Maybe it really is him this time. Maybe he’s finally lost his mind. His grip on Chengqing tightens and he shoves the black flute back into his pocket as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He stops to lean against a brick wall in the town shopping center, ignoring the frantic movement around him as people search for safety.

The orb he reminds himself. This is the orb. It has to be.

He opens his eyes to find Finn staring at him from across the street. Wei Wuxian blinks and Finn moves towards him. He’d been missing, Wei Wuxian knows. He’d been missing and now he’s here and he knows but it’s Finn.
]

Shagua? [He calls out, waits for the moment when Finn always wrinkles his nose at the affectionate nickname, and it doesn’t come. His throat grows thick and he doesn’t move. Finn stalks closer and the hair on Wei Wuxian’s arms rises. He feels like he’s going to be sick. Still, he doesn’t move.

He’s transfixed on the thing wearing Finn’s face and stands frozen, waiting for his approach.
]

B. Closed to CR
((CW: for lots of violent imagery.))

[Wei Wuxian is not well. There are images flashing before his eyes, memories, and hallucinations, and he is not well.

Protect them. You have to protect them. He lets out a whimper and walks faster, moving through the streets of the neighborhood like he’d determined to get somewhere even though he doesn’t know where he’s going, only knows that he has to move.

He sees Shijie run through with a sword. Sees Wen Qing and Wen Ning burning, even if he wasn’t there for it. The bodies of Uncle Fengmian and Madam Yu with their hands outstretched towards each other.

They suffered. The voice in his head says and he doesn’t know if it’s his or not.

You didn’t protect them and they suffered. He closes his eyes but the images don’t fade.

He sees Lotus Pier burning, the bodies of his shidi and shimei slashed and burned and shot, blood and viscera smeared across the floor. Sees them in stacks the way they were that day, like so much refuse to be burned.

Wouldn’t it have been better if it was quick?

He sees Gwen bleeding out on E-23b, sees Finn raked through by that dragon on Alydhion.

They suffered, you have to stop them suffering, they’re all going to suffer—the thoughts halt as he looks up and his eyes land on a fellow orber. Someone he’s met before. Someone he cares about. The sun hits his eyes and for a second they almost look red, but then shadow falls on his face again and reveals it for a trick of the light. For a moment he’s still, and then he moves towards them with a slow gait, sorrow and fear in his eyes.
]

C.
Wildcard me!!
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[personal profile] deferences 2023-11-13 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[this entire town has been tossed into uproarious chaos and the only thing lan sizhui can think to do is find those he's closest to; there's a good handful he would worry about during a situation like induced paranoid aggressiveness, especially taking into account what a lot of them have been through, but it's fortunate for him, he won't have to search too long for one of them, at least.

his own misleading thoughts cannot be trusted, he knows this, and yet it's still difficult to tamp down the brief images that flash through his mind here and there, even through his frenzied running. it helps that he is on a mission, something he can pour more focus into rather than let himself get overly distracted by other things he's aware likely aren't real at the moment. (they are still quite vivid, nevertheless, so it makes sense why he gives pause from time to time, but he's always quick to keep right on going.)

while rushing out from a side street and turning to continue onward down the main road, sizhui comes to a dead stop at the sight of wei wuxian, relief flooding through him that's followed up with concern when he sees his movements, recognizes the look in his eyes, and realizes there's something terribly wrong.
]

Xian-gege!

[worried or not, it won't keep him from making a beeline toward him after he's shaken off the slight stupor he was overtaken by for those few seconds.]
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[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-13 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[It should soothe him to see Sizhui and know that he's alright, but instead he feels his pulse pick up and he speeds up, nearly crashing into the boy when they finally reach each other. His hands pat at his hair and shoulders, seemingly searching for injury and only resting when he doesn't seem to find any.]

Are you okay, a-Yuan? Are you hurt? [His eyes are still frantic as they search him and he doesn't even realize that he's switched to his birth name.]

Is someone after you? [They are, he knows, after him. They always will be. How soon before someone learns of his real heritage? How soon until he joins Wen Qing and Wen Ning on the pyre? The secret will come out one day and even Lan Zhan won't be able to protect him. Maybe he'll be implicated right along with him.

Wei Wuxian's stomach turns and he pulls Sizhui close.
]
deferences: dns (♪ betrayed)

[personal profile] deferences 2023-11-13 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[fortunately, sizhui has enough of a mind to just barely slow his pace somewhat before they actually do collide. both of his hands find wei wuxian's elbows while the other man checks him over for injuries, none of which he actually has. (or if there are any, it's a bruise or two beneath his clothes that are easily hidden and nothing that needs any fretting over.) what definitely needs questioning, however, is the fact wei wuxian thinks someone's after him.

well, the way he was moving had been pretty wild, it makes sense to ask . . . but is there someone chasing him? out of instinct, he grips wei wuxian's arms tighter then tentatively glances back over his shoulder, eyes narrowed with suspicion. no, there couldn't be. even if there was, sizhui must've lost them, right? he'd been sprinting so fast for quite some time—

he shakes his head, redirects to wei wuxian again and answers,
] I'm fine, and no, I don't think anyone is. [but now he's absolutely paranoid about it so that's great!

which is why he lets himself be tugged closer, his face dropping into wei wuxian's shoulder, arms circling his midsection and holding on for dear life. there's no one coming. it's fine, you're safe here.
]
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[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-13 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Sizhui folds himself closer and it's all Wei Wuxian can do to wrap his arms around him and pull him as close as he can, as if his embrace can protect him from the world. He doesn't know when he started moving, but they're moving now, away from the crowds and back towards the house. It won't be any safer there though, will it? He stifles a whimpers, adjusting so that Sizhui can walk more easily but keeping an arm around him and occasionally reaching over to pat his hair.]

I've got you a-Yuan, it's okay. We'll be safe. I'll look after you. [His chest aches at the words and his eyes sting. He'd tried before. He'd tried and he failed but maybe this time will be different. Maybe he can do it this time.]

No one will hurt you. [He promises as he holds his son close.]
deferences: dns (♪ taken-aback)

[personal profile] deferences 2023-11-13 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[in sizhui's case, it can protect him from everything and everyone; it's an embrace that has sheltered him many times before, now won't be any different, and he wastes no time following whenever wei wuxian begins moving. he would follow him to the ends of the earth if it meant whatever was happening could stop. after he's allowed to do so, he takes the chance to shift, leaving one arm hooked around wei wuxian's waist while the opposite moves to his side, fingers poised near his qiankun bag in preparation for fighting if necessary.]

I, I'll protect you, too. I'm old enough now, I'm strong enough— [are you though, really? what?] I am... [he squeezes his father tighter, trying to ignore the soft, echoing doubts bouncing around his head, attention focused on him again.]

Xian-gege, where are we going? What can we do?
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[personal profile] singlelogbridge 2023-11-13 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Another time, Wei Wuxian would have agreed. Sizhui is stronger than him in so many ways. He's capable and brilliant and so strong, but that won't save him and Wei Wuxian knows it? Wen Qing has been one of the brightest of their generation but she still burned. No one could stand against the force of the cultivation world's anger and greed. They would swallow Sizhui whole too.

He shakes his head and holds him closer.

I don't know. He wants to say, because there isn't anywhere safe, not really.
]

Back to the house. [Is what he says. At least there he can barricade them inside. It'll be easier to keep him safe there.

A stray tear falls from his eye and then another and he swipes them away.

He just wants to keep his a-Yuan safe. Why is it so hard? Why is it always so hard?
]

I'm sorry. [He says quietly, sniffing as more tears fall.] I'm sorry I'm so bad at this.
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2023-11-13 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Would there be any penalty for slicing the Companions in to pieces?



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3.0

[personal profile] legalcy 2023-11-13 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Minimus has brought yet another bland but well-prepared pasta dish to the celebration, and the housespouses of the neighborhood flock to his recipe-accurate and unexciting dish, asking for his housekeeping secrets and how does he manage to dust all of his furniture so well? The latter topic of conversation is actually interesting to him, and he manages to get on their good social graces.

After an hour of little eating and much talking, he notices that John has been standing by himself the entire time. It's difficult wriggling out of socializing, but when his dish is completely gone and the crowd has dispersed, he sidles up to his fellow Orber.]


Are you alright? [Yes, he's being ostracized, but considering where they are, he worries that his life may be in danger.]
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[personal profile] hadbadays 2023-11-13 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't surprise him that an Orber might decide to ignore how everyone is urging people to ignore him, but he still starts a little, even as he smiles. ]

Yeah, I'm okay. Just doing my duty, you know.

[ Showing up. ]
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[personal profile] legalcy 2023-11-13 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Minimus folds his arms and gives the crowd a look. Some are watching him with annoyance, wondering why he's trying to have one last word with the shunned resident. Others ignore the interaction.]

Nothing that is an immediate threat on your life? If something happens on this planet, I don't know how well we could rescue you from... [He shrugs. He doesn't know just what they do to people that will be replaced.]
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[personal profile] hadbadays 2023-11-13 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He throws a brief look around. ]

I don't think so. If they were going to do anything, I think they would have by now. Thanks, though.
legalcy: (🦊Tomorrow I have to clean 2 bathrooms)

[personal profile] legalcy 2023-11-13 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a festival. They might be busy, or they want to provide an opportunity for public scorn to teach the others a lesson. I just hope we can find the Orb before anything serious happens.
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[personal profile] softshoes 2023-11-13 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Will companions be attacking people or just grabbing & stalking them? If so, would they do that of their own volition, or just to retaliate if someone strikes them first?
deferences: dns (♪ furrowed)

[personal profile] deferences 2023-11-14 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[fear isn't something that often strikes him in a white-hot sort of manner; it comes and is usually gone just as quickly, but under the current circumstances, it hits, it grips and nearly seizes sizhui's breath away. what if we can't? oh, but what if they can?

he straightens slightly, exhales a slow breath, his arm still vice-like around his father, brow pinched in concern at his shifting demeanor. after the tears come, that's when sizhui hesitates, forcing them both to stop so he can address wei wuxian more proper-like.
] No, no, you aren't, [comes the soft reassurance as he reaches with his other hand to help wipe the man's face.] It— it's alright, you don't have to apologize. We'll get through this. [another squeeze while he dries more tears.] Together.

Let me lead us for a little while, okay? [except he isn't going to wait for an answer, he's just going to faintly adjust his position again and start guiding them anyway. i'm here, i'll protect you.]
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Newt Geiszler | Pacific Rim

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2023-11-14 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
01. // Harvest Festival

[Newton had absolutely noticed the cold shoulders given to him (and his beautiful wife, of fucking course) during the harvest festivities — in fact, there's practically a Red Sea moment at one point, where he absolutely feels like a second-rate Moses parting the ocean. He's never gonna deny that he's got a little bit of a temper, okay? Or that he had a pretty severe (and still ongoing) issue when it comes to defiance and obnoxiously acting out when people are perceived a-holes.

Even worse, when he's on edge after some of their crew inexplicably became weird statue-people.

So he spends the harvest intentionally needling and annoying the people who try their damndest to ignore his existence. A few glasses of wine and some pretty good pie toward the end of the night, and the low-simmering outrage and tipsy ability to say 'fuck it all' leaves him stepping up to a microphone he definitely wasn't supposed to be at, clinging a little spoon to his wineglass as he goes.]


Excuse me; excuse me! Quick word, real quick, from one of "those kinds of people".

[Oh, dear.]

First off: totally delicious food, loved every bite! Sorry I didn't actually make anything myself, but I'm the world's worst cook. Also, love the aesthetic. Totally not a subtle creepy factor. Anyone ever see the movie Midsommar? Wicker Man? No? Anyway. I just wanted to say I super appreciate everyone's neighborly, welcoming presence around here. And by appreciate, I mean to say... every shady asshole who whispered a word about me or my friends, or avoided us at every opportunity: you can all go fuck yourselves!

[He points at random folks in the crowd, as he's lead off by either a panicked resident or fellow crewmember:]

Yeah, you! You and you and especially you, Mrs. Krestal! Your weird yam pie tasted like it needed a warning for carcinogens on them...!

[... Sorry.

Carry on.]


02. // Good Fences and Good Neighbors



... That's not good.

[It's a worried mumble under his breath as he checks his wristwatch, noting the lack of activity he usually sees before heading off to the school for work. He looks up at where the sun usually is — and finds he's got nothing to petulantly glower at. The sun's out to lunch. Not good, also. He walks slowly down the street, stopping to look at a Companion that had suddenly milled into his line of sight. His shoulders slouch, and a strained look draws on Newt's face.]

Man... Joel, buddy...

[It's Joel, yeah, but there's nothing about it that is Joel. Just like the other handful of crewmates, it's just — the same old emptiness the other silent figures have. Or had. He's noticed an increase in unusual activity to be sure among them... What's it mean? He doesn't have a fucking clue. And maybe there's a lot of you out here, just as lost as he is. ]

03. // Negotiations (Around Town)

[And wouldn't you know it: things just get worse. He's been fortunate to avoid the sudden, alarming 'attacks' from the silent companions, but a lot of it has been working on his cardio and getting his ass bailed out by his fellow, more physically capable orber. He appreciates any help on that front, because by the time he's outmanuvered the fifth or sixth companion coming after him, he's panting like he's run a marathon.

But more importantly, he's noticing the people who hadn't been as lucky. Crewmembers who have been succumbing to the extreme paranoia and feelings of violence that the figures had instilled in them. The idea that they're all being influenced into hurting others... it twists something in his gut and chest. Memories of his own torment while trapped in a body and mind he had no true control over strike him like a hammer across the head, so he elects to make some pretty stupid choices.

He looks for those he's close to, to make sure they're not afflicted.

And if they are, he approaches very carefully, hands raised up in peace offering.]


... Hey. Having a pretty bad day, huh? Me, too.

I mean, sometimes I wake up on the worst side of the bed, but this all really takes the cake, pal.

[Very, very stupid decisions being made, but he hopes he can be of some help.

He's real sick of being helpless, anyway.]

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Toru Hagakure | My Hero Academia

[personal profile] mienai 2023-11-14 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
001. | Harvest Thy Good Will

If you want to be really fascinated by something, then watch someone you can't see while they eat. It's a truly bizarre spectacle. Dressed in a new dress she is totally and utterly smitten by, she sits at one of the tables with a plate stacked with food, claps her hands together in thanks for the good food, and proceeds to eat.

The food simply vanishes with each bite, though on occasion, a crumb finds itself sitting midair as it sneaks onto her chin.]


Delicious... This is so good! You should try some; have you eaten the pie? They have so many pies!

I think I'm getting sick from so much sugar, but I can't help it!

002. | Good Fences and Good Neighbours

[And then, things go bad. Quickly.

It accumulates into a quiet but urgent whisper near one of her crewmates, though there's nobody to be seen.]


Don't go that way! There are companions that way.

[Hagakure had immediately disrobed normal garments and stuck to her equally invisible hero suit in order to avoid detection from the silent companions and equally tormented, violent townspeople who had began to wander the streets. And for her part, she's been very successful in staying out of harm's way! It's easy when nobody knows you're around. But this way, she can help give people warnings for danger up ahead that they couldn't have possibly seen.

It's what a hero would do. Help protect whoever you can from harm.

It's why when she sees someone who is about to be on the receiving end of an attack from someone in the throes of murderous paranoia, she leaps into action — and tackles that poor soul out of harm's way; the orber that gets the tackle looks like they've just been jump-kicked by a poltergeist as she yells:]


Look out! [She's on her knee in an instant, though, in full defense-mode — and she doesn't waste any time facing the townsperson in question.] And cover your eyes, quickly...!



[Best follow the warning, because after that, a large, bright light bursts from every inch of her body; it sends the area into a flashbang of whiteness and makes the attacker stumble and hold their eyes. Temporary blindness — effective and relatively harmless, even if it hurts for but a moment. If you happen to glance up at her at the right moment, you may see a flickering of her true form before she goes back to complete transparency.



She (seemingly) turns to look at her fellow orber, worry in her tone:]


Are you okay?

003. | Closed to Vash

[Truth be told, she hadn't thought it would be that bad. Getting stabbed. People get stabbed a lot as heroes, and they can handle it just fine! Poor Midoriya is always nursing some of the worst injuries, and Mr. Aizawa had been hurt in his time as a teacher and hero in ways that made her stomach flip. And on TV, pro heroes are always sporting all kinds of broken bones and lacerations and internal damage... So she should be able to handle a lousy knife to the ribcage. It was just a glancing blow, after all!

And if she can't, how on earth is she going to keep up with the other students? Or with the crewmembers of the Ximilia? She'd be letting everyone down.

So, she makes the very poor choice of not informing her fellow teammates that she is, in fact, currently bleeding a lot. It isn't until her vision was swimming and wobbling that she considers... maybe she'd made a serious blunder in her critical thinking. I probably should have told someone, is her first syrupy thought, followed by, Oh no, nobody will see me here.

And then — face to cement, as she collapses on the sidewalk. She proceeds to lay there, knocked out cold. What luck is there, that someone may trip over her invisible body?]


004. | All Eye on You

[So, the good news: Vash helped her not die from blood loss. She's terribly embarrassed by the assist, sure, but also tremendously grateful not to be accidentally left dead on a planet somewhere because nobody knows she'd fallen in the first place. Instead of being fully invisible now, a floating bandage in the vague shape of her torso has taken her place. (You know, like the Invisible Man.)

Seeing as she's still too weak to go out there and protect further, she's elected to stay hidden in the nearest house that had been broken back into. It doesn't stop her from noticing any poor soul out there trying to find a place to rest or hide in themselves, though. She removes the barriers and cracks the front door open in time to quietly call out, her voice somewhat pained:]


This way...! In here. Hurry, before they notice you.

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[personal profile] ruinously 2023-11-14 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
me asking the most important questions - for 1., will there there be a pie competition and can dean win it #priorities

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