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redshift: tdm #5

Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.

▶ Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.

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a. don't be a sap.

Good morning, October 25th! Whether you're a confused new arrival or a current resident, you probably had some plans for today, right? Grab breakfast, visit a friend, pick some fruit, explore a new part of the massive city.

Well. Too bad. Because, as every single bot in the city will be telling you the moment you show your face, it's GOOP FESTIVAL DAY! What? You've never heard of it? Preposterous, everyone knows about the Goop Festival, it's one of the most anticipated holidays in Anchor! Haven't you been preparing for this for a week now?

The Goop Festival is a harvest celebration, in particular, a celebration of the sap-producing trees that grow wild in the Park, thick around the edges of the south side of the lake. The bots have been hard at work setting up the festival grounds in the shade of the trees in the balmy fall temperatures. There are spiles tapped into trees with buckets placed underneath that are already half-full of a thick, viscous, amber-colored sap. The bots have also set up troughs of shaved ice with long sticks nearby, with which they will demonstrate for excited residents (you are excited, right?) how to cool the sap in the ice and wrap it around the stick to make it a sort of taffy candy. That's not the only sweet surprise waiting, either.

A long table set up in the grass is loaded down with all sorts of delicious sap-related goodies, ranging from cupcakes with thick globs of sap-flavored frosting to sap-flavored jerky to sap sugar candies, and just about anything else you can imagine. There are a wide variety of offerings that would taste good coated, flavored, or glazed with the sap, which tastes sort of like a caramelized toffee. Another table is laid out that has row upon row of cups, each half-full of the sap, heated lightly to a thinner consistency and served similarly to hot chocolate - at least, if hot chocolate gave you a floaty, happy, hazy sort of feeling. Everything made with this sap does, actually, with the cups of pure sap having a stronger effect and items with less sap content having barely any effect at all.

Does this not sound like your cup of weird tree sap? Too bad. This is the GOOP FESTIVAL, and everything is shut down for this lovely paid vacation day. Spa? Locked down. Kitchens? Locked. Bar? Nope, totally shut down and the server bots are all down at the park. VR Gaming? Too bad, the computers are all shut down. Even roaming the halls and trying to stay out of the way won't help much...be prepared to be dragged down to the park to participate in this mandatory festival! Isn't it exciting?


b. familiar ground.

Every year in Anchor near the end of October, there's a very strange interaction between the protective dome over the city and seasonal radiation surges that happen in the wastelands. Some complicated combination of refraction and reflection means that for the last few days of the month, residents will experience some of the more benign effects of the red shift inside the city.

Did we say benign? Because while there may not be any dangerous radiation to melt your skin off, there are some mind-bending dangers. Characters experiencing the shift will find the world becomes distorted, warped, impossible to navigate; they are enveloped in auditory and visual hallucinations, and can become so disoriented that they can't even recognize people they've known for years. And characters will find that the citywide shift brings in slivers of other universes, little slices of places characters have never seen before...or places so familiar they make the heart beat hard with joy or fear.

And just like in the wastelands, the things that show up in these shifts are all too real. Characters may find themselves walking through a door into a scene straight from home, or from someone else's home. Whether it's a favorite place to share with a new friend, or the nightmare landscape you almost died in, complete with the monster that almost killed you, be careful. Everything you experience here is real, and if you die in the shift, you die for real.

Of course, the city has its own safety measures in place - residents experiencing the hallucinations and appearances of items and places from other worlds may find themselves locked down in the room they're in, trapped with the otherworldly effects of the shift.


c. the virus.

A few weeks ago, people in Anchor started getting a case of the sniffles. While some of the earliest cases might be clearing up, there are still a few people suffering, or people freshly infected by those who were sick earlier, including some of the new arrivals who may not even be feeling it yet.

Which may make the cause of some unexpected 'glitches' around the city a little unclear. Residents who are feeling the effects of the illness, or who are infected but not showing symptoms yet (or anymore) will find that their access to certain parts of the city are restricted. Suddenly, automatic doors aren't opening for them, as if they were ghosts, particularly when they try to access anything that may facilitate transmission of the virus. Suddenly, only some of the residents of the city will find they can't get into half of the MedBay, or the spa, the kitchens, the VR or games rooms, the bar...anywhere people gather or eat or sit close together.

Residents may put together that it's related to the illness some of them have been experiencing over the past few weeks, but it might take a while, since these safety and security measures are affecting people who are showing no symptoms yet. Be prepared for a few days of paranoia while seemingly perfectly healthy people are locked out of common areas. What does the computer know that residents don't? Are these people security risks? Is it a system glitch? What could be going on?


c. the network.

Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to warn a friend not to leave their apartment unless they want to be forcibly press-ganged into the Goop Festival? Maybe you need to hold your sat phone up to whatever crazy thing you're seeing and send out a recording to double-check if your eyes are deceiving you and what you're looking at is real?

Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.


Mod Note: The "familiar ground" prompt will be active between October 29th and October 31st; "the virus" prompt will be active until the next introductory mingle, which will be kicking off the second part of the illness plot.


killedwithlove: (Cole)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2019-11-06 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I want to help. If I can help, I want to help. I can't help your grief, but I can help you with this."

He then just stands there. It's on Onni to actually give some direction to this.
scowlish: (concern)

[personal profile] scowlish 2019-11-12 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
When Cole mentions being unable to help with his grief, Onni's chin raises and he looks at the spirit again, brows slightly furrowed.

"Nothing can help with that. I'm told that time will, but I can't imagine it yet. In the meantime, if we can help the people here, I'd like to try."

For a moment, he's quiet, and then he takes a careful, measured breath, "At home, I speak to spirits through songs and poems. How do mages speak to spirits in your home?"
killedwithlove: (Cole)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2019-11-12 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Time doesn't help with grief. What you do with time, that can help heal grief." It's a very different thing and a lot of people miss that fact.

Cole doesn't really understand the question. "Whatever way that gets the spirit to hear? I don't know. I'm not a mage."
scowlish: (wounded)

[personal profile] scowlish 2019-11-18 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
When Cole says that, the space between Onni's brows wrinkles slightly with confusion, "What do you mean?"

Maybe, if Cole can explain it, Onni might finally understand why it is he still grieves so intensely for his parents and aunt and uncle and grandmother and everyone else in his village. Everyone else he'd ever known.

Taking a breath, he tries to brush it off.

"I see. I can try it in my usual way, perhaps, and see if it speaks to you. If not, I'm sure we can work it out, providing we both want to do what we're doing."
killedwithlove: (Wistful)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2019-11-19 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Time doesn't heal things. What you do with that time does. Healing from grief doesn't just happen. Like any wound, it needs care to heal right, to stop it distorting your soul."

Grief can leave scars that pulls the entire soul out of shape.

"Sure. Whatever feels right for you."
scowlish: (inhale)

[personal profile] scowlish 2019-11-28 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a little unnerving, despite knowing that Cole is a spirit, to have him reciting Onni's private thoughts and feelings back to him, aloud for anyone to hear. Even when he's the one who'd asked for it.

Cole says that grief needs care to heal, and Onni makes a soft 'mm' in his throat. That's not something he knows how to do. Not for himself.

The question of magic is easier, and when Cole says to do whatever feels right to him, Onni exhales and closes his eyes for a moment, finds the rhythm he's looking for, and starts to speak, his voice softer as he starts with an entreaty to Compassion, as a concept. A request for healing.
killedwithlove: (Spirit powah)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2019-11-29 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Cole feels the song and the call. He just relaxes and lets his power be called on, lets the desire to help others flood from Onni to himself and back again, warming Onni's chest and hands with the soft, peachy light of Compassion.
scowlish: (incantation)

[personal profile] scowlish 2019-12-04 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Once he's speaking in that particular lilt that isn't quite the same as the one he calls upon the gods with at home, but feels natural when calling upon this spirit of Compassion, it starts to flow easily. He can feel the exchange of energy, he holds it warm inside himself, transferring between them with something like the energy he feels when he calls on Mielikki for her help, something he does quite often at home, for healing and protection.

After a few moments, he exhales heavily and lets go of the energy, since there's nothing to use it for at the moment. After he does, he relaxes for a second and then opens his eyes.

"It seems we can do it, after all."
killedwithlove: (Spirit powah)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2019-12-10 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Cole can feel the churn of energy, settling into a pond of energy that resides in him, that he can offer out to Onni through channels and then pull back to himself. Being called on is his choice, one he will always choose, but it is technically something he could deny, he realises.

He looks at Onni and nods. "We can."
scowlish: (worried)

[personal profile] scowlish 2019-12-22 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
That is the way of the noita, the Finnish mages. To ask if possible, demand if necessary, but never to force. Spirits and gods and the elements of the Earth must be respected, and the most powerful spells are those that are worked through the cooperation of the mage and the spirit.

This, he thinks, will be a good partnership. Cole is a strong spirit, and he is a strong mage, and there is a great deal of good they could do, if anyone were to be injured.

"Would you object to me calling on you if someone is injured, then? And, perhaps, we could see if there's any other type of magic we could do together. To help."
killedwithlove: (Spirit powah)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2019-12-24 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"No. I'll always help. I can't do this on my own anymore. I could once." Maybe? He thinks he did, before there was 'time' and 'space', when there were just moments.

"My kind have been called on to cure disease and heal wounds. To restore the mind, to repel evil intent. I don't know what else. I don't remember."
scowlish: (smile)

[personal profile] scowlish 2019-12-30 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Then if I can help you to do what it is you were meant to do, I'll call on you, if we ever have need."

His breath catches a little - he's a bit fatigued, having called upon Cole through his luonto the way he did. It's always a bit difficult, to call on a new spirit for the first time, no matter how willing and cooperative that spirit is.

"To restore the mind and repel evil intent...those things sound useful. Perhaps we can practice with them, in some way."
killedwithlove: (Explain to me)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2020-01-05 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
"We can practice. If you want. I just know how to, I never practiced it." Cole simply knows things. He doesn't learn that mortal creatures do, and while he probably can, he doesn't understand it entirely.