Event: Mirror Image

[trainmasters]

Who: everyone!
When: Day 19 evening and on
Where: outside

[As darkness falls in the jungle, an unusually chill breeze rustles through the trees. In its wake is silence, the purified fauna going quiet as if in dread.

Is it just you, or is the night darker tonight?

You may find the cause if you leave the train. Those who are caught alone outside will see the shadows grow suddenly long. The darkness coalesces into a vaguely human form, vague and faceless but radiating cold.

Before you can react the shadows surround you. Deep within, your most bitter, unpleasant feelings rise up in your chest. It's overwhelming, threatening to consume you, but just before it can it suddenly stops. The shadows recoil, dissipating into the jungle.

You're safe, but those negative feelings might be closer to the surface than usual.

Good luck, especially if you're one of the newbies just waking up.]

[NOTES: This event will OOCly end on Wednesday, but feel free to ICly push time forward as much as you like. There will be a followup post at that time, and you can schedule player-run trials any time after.

The emotional effect of this event can be as severe as you want. Your character could just be a bit grumpy, or they could find their emotions totally out of control. The effect lasts a couple of hours or until the character counters it with happier feelings.]

Comments

[playerkiller]

[ wow it's not the first time he's woken up in a train :^) usually it's in black though, not pink.

and much like the last time, it's not going so well. his brain is fried, there's nothing going on up there that results in anything good—there are reasons for this, but...

he's a hair from setting fire to the train, and absolutely 100% is about to do that. he's on the lookout for something to start a fire with. luckily he has to talk to himself first. ]

... a new turn?

[bowtiedbones]

[WHOOPS pasted in the wrong box]

A turn?

[playerkiller]

[ I'VE DONE THAT MANY TIMES. ]

... name.

[ that's a. demand. ]

[saddleclub]

[....]

What?

[He has a lot of feelings about someone new in pink and a lot of them are bad and he's already feeling bad but he has the self-control to just bite it and be a normal level jerk and not a high level asshole.]

[playerkiller]

[ theoretically he should be choking him out but i don't want to be repetitive of the tdm so instead he's menacingly brandishing a frying pan in his direction.

like it might be silly looking, but there is a very, very clear intent in his posture that he's an inch from testing out if he can run someone through with a frying pan like a sword. ]

Who are you.

[voreaciously]

Pardon?

[Here is a lady dressed in black gothic lolita wear. She is also blindfolded. A naginata hovers about a half foot away from her back.]

[playerkiller]

[ the only reason he doesn't attack is because of the weapon; he doesn't have one, and he can't risk another regression right now.]

What's with that get-up?

[hissoff]

... whatever ideas you think you may have about where you are and why, you'd do well to discard them.

[desirestruth]

'Turn'?

[Have a small white-haired lady in a brown leather coat and fancy suiting. Her eyes are glowing faintly...]

[bowtiedbones]

[standing outside the train, arms crossed and tapping her fingers. 1, 2, 3... counting to ten over and over.]

[saddleclub]

...Well that was unpleasant.

[desirestruth]

It'll get worse if you dwell on it.

[Naeva, you're lisping because you're so agitated your fangs lengthened, are you sure you should be giving advice?]

[nihilmancy]

[There's a look of alarm in her eyes as she sees Eliza nearby.]

D-Don't come close!

[thereisnowhy]

[Waking up after several days of hiatuscoma absence feels Weird, ugh. And leaving the train to get some fresh air had unfortunate results, so now Sora's feeling even weirder. This is not a good evening.

Normally, he does his best to keep any sulking to his room since, y'know, saving the world with positive feelings and all that. But tonight, he's going to wallow in his misery in public.

Sora can be found either A ) Sitting in a low window and staring off at nothing(?) in the general direction of the jungle for like an hour, or B ) Walking along the train's roof and singing some kind of upbeat pop song... in a soft voice, because heaven forbid he be completely inconsiderate.]

[desirestruth]

[Well, this sucks. Naeva's come back inside but she's prowling the public cars, pacing them with the air of a caged animal. Her eyes are glowing a little bit. Her resting bitch face is much worse than usual.]

[saddleclub]

....Settle down. Or go outside and pace. You're being irritating.

[bad_crowmance]

[ On the one hand: Crow is excellent at not looking as annoyed as he feels. His expression doesn't even flicker from his casual, ever-present grin when the wave of black feelings courses through him-- through all of them. It would almost certainly be disconcerting for anyone who could read minds and realize the sheer depths of the cognitive dissonance.

On the other hand: Once the shadows retreat in to the jungle, Crow sets up some targets and is practicing shooting with his orbal guns. One, two, three, four, five, six. Reset the targets. Repeat. One, two, three-- ]

[saddleclub]

[Wow you know who is probably not safe to be feeling as angry as Jusis guesses Crow is feeling based on how angry Jusis himself is feeling? It's Crow. Crow's not safe. So Jusis wanders out to watch for a moment but decides fast that shooting targets looks more frustrating than relieving.]

Spar with me.

1/2

[desirestruth]

[See, she was trying to sleep it off. the problem is she picked a jackal form, so the orbal shots absolutely woke her up which is probably while she walked outside, walked right onto the range, ripped whatever he put the target on right out of the ground over her head, all before she's aware enough to realize who she walked past to get here.]

[voreaciously]

[80H does not appear outwardly angry, but the area around her is colder.

Noticeably.

She may be outside or returning back to the train you can catch her either way.]

[saddleclub]

[Great not a person he wants to see angry but maybe on the other hand her having even a single emotion would be amazing.]

...Woman.

[desirestruth]

[Actually she likes the cold so she's just gonna. Stand nearby.

But uh...so she's got blood all over her hands and some still left on her mouth where she couldn't quite wipe it away, there's a tear in her coat that reveals some really spectacularly awful bruises blooming, and she looks kind of more checked out then normal.

Hi???]

[bad_crowmance]

[ For timeline purposes and my own sanity, I'm saying this is after the encounter with Naeva. ANYWAY.

Crow is walking out of the jungle when he sees her. He's still vaguely dissatisfied, shooting her helped his mood a very little bit but not really that much. There's still a lot of pressure and the gecko he'd run into before wasn't very high level. He looks up when he feels the temperature drop though, and lifts a hand to wave. ]

Hey, 80H.

[ He's got his casual, carefree mask settled firmly on but the tension is still there in subtle ways. The tightness of his muscles, the forced casualness of his posture. You might not see it if you're not looking for it, but he's still spoiling for a fight. ]

cw: potential self harm

[nihilmancy]

[Hlasoh is relaxing in the Lounge, after some entertaining activities with a teammate earlier and seems to have been in a rather pleasant mood, when the Shadow hits, and the feeling is... familiar to her. It's the feeling of the Abyssal magic churning inside her when she's in her darkest moods, an urge to destroy and break and hate and negate herself. Not now. Please, not now.

She doubles over, grasping her head as she feels a headache, and all those terrible feelings coming on.]

N-No! No! Stop it!

[desirestruth]

[Naeva's cranky, and tired, and very familiar with the darkness, but the real problem is, the noise is like nails on a chalkboard to her.

So she just stalks over, grabs Hlasoh by the back of her shirt and hefts her up, dangling her. What she intends to do with her now is unclear.]

Stop.