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]

[ I'VE DONE THAT MANY TIMES. ]

... name.

[ that's a. demand. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Do you want to try asking that again nicely?

[playerkiller]

Why aren't you using honorifics either?

[ Why's he meeting so many cheeky people nowadays... anyways, he's already looking for a weapon to use, not finding one, so he's trying to shove her into the nearest wall. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Ow! Hey!?

[she's tiny and easily shoved, yelping startled when she hits the wall

and also snapping her knee up HELLO SIR]

[playerkiller]

[ Success. There's a grunt and he's stumbling back, looking both pained and bewildered.

Look, it's been awhile since his body was so... normal... the last time he got kneed in the balls it didn't even hurt. ]

You...

[ His tone isn't menacing this time though, just... confused. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Don't "you" me, you rude jerk! Touch me like that again I will 'SING' your sorry pink butt into the clinic!

[playerkiller]

[ ... kind of reminds him of someone, but he's struggling to think of who. not because he doesn't remember, but just because he's a dick. ]

Who's incarnation are you?

[bowtiedbones]

Nobody's!? What does that even mean!

[playerkiller]

You don't have a sponsor?

[ he is so unhelpful. ]

[bowtiedbones]

No??

[playerkiller]

Why not?

[bowtiedbones]

Why would I? What are you even talking about?

[playerkiller]

There's a system set in place that watches over every single planet. I I'm on a planet that hasn't heard of it, it's not a good thing for me.

[ incredible. a real answer. ]

[bowtiedbones]

I don't know anything about that. This system is managed by the Prince of Stars, and we're here because most other planets have been destroyed. Did you listen to the greeting on your phone?

[playerkiller]

Of course I did. It sounds like one of the scenarios.

[bowtiedbones]

Well that's how it is. There isn't anything going besides what the Construct said.

[playerkiller]

For now.

[ he's really just oozing pessimism and paranoia here. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Sure, whatever. You're a jerk, but it's my job to answer questions, so do you have any that make sense?

[playerkiller]

They all make sense to me.

[ ... ]

How long has this been going on?

[bowtiedbones]

19 days.