Event: Bubbles...??

[trainmasters]

Who: You?
When: Day 5, morning
Where: Everywhere

[ If you step outside this morning you may find a surprise! Large, pink colored bubbles, bouncing along lazily in the air as if they just arrived from some child's pleasant dreams. They are roughly the size of a melon and, upon closer inspection, appear to be filled with ... something? That sparkles and reflects the morning sunlight.

In any case, they seem harmless enough. Just a strange weather pattern for this strange world. Though if you happen to bump into one (or perhaps if one happens to sneak up and bump into you) you'll find that it pops quite easily upon contact-- and covers you in glitter!?

Well at least that explains the sparkling. But is this really harmless after all...? If nothing else, it's really annoying.

Oh yeah, by the way! You may find that some of your teammates are missing... but don't worry! Most of the empty rooms have already been filled by brand new Heroes! This isn't concerning at all! ]


[ OOC NOTES ON THIS EVENT

Each of these bubbles contain different colored glitter! Each glitter has a different effect, and you may oocly choose which color or combination of colors you want this glitter to be. The effects remain until you wash all of the glitter off. In addition, it's completely possible to get glitter on someone else just by contact... in fact some of these effects won't actually kick into place until you do spread the glitter curse. Just remember to communicate oocly which effects you want to play with!

GLITTER COLORS

White: Nothing. It's just glitter.
Purple: Increase "positive" feelings! Maybe you can't stop laughing, or maybe you suddenly feel much more affectionate towards someone you didn't particularly like before... whatever it is, it's definitely a little concerning. But maybe it's not too bad? This effect lasts until you manage to wash the glitter off.
Yellow: Memory share (x1) upon contact! Whoever you touch with this glitter receives one of your memories... but only if you also happen to remember it! (memories from the game itself are also valid!)
Green: Feelings share upon contact! Whoever you touch with this glitter can feel whatever you are feeling and vice-versa. This effect lasts until you manage to wash off the glitter.
Blue: Thoughts share upon contact! Whoever you touch with this glitter can now hear your thoughts and vice-versa. At least any loud thoughts. Maybe think a little quieter? This effect lasts until you manage to wash off the glitter.
Pink: You cannot lie. If you lie you start to feel sick... coincidentally enough, telling the truth makes you feel better? Or you can wash the glitter off. ]


[ ALSO! To those who were poisoned in the last game, you have the option to say that the poison has worn off by now! You also have the option to keep playing with it if you would like, either way is completely fine! ]

Comments

Licorice! [LINK]

[ewestmarch]

[Hey, pain train. Has anyone woken up yet, looked around, and started screaming in their room like a cat with a throat infection being dragged to hell?

No? Well, happy birthday to you, then, because that's what's happening.]

[batshitty]

Hey! Hey, hey! Some of us are trying to sleep, probably!

[ewestmarch]

[A skeletal-thin woman comes barreling out of a cabin wrapped in her whole-ass bedsheet.]

SHUT UP!

[Running down the cabin corridor trying to kick things open. Mostly not succeeding.]

I need - I need -

[Someone else is here. At least one other person. Emilia's gonna try to find the source of the voice.]

[batshitty]

[ It's coming from some woman with bark-covered horns who'a currently in the kitchen, sort of trying to feel her way to the front door. ]

You need? What, food? There's a kitchen here I think.

[ewestmarch]

[A... human druid? Oh, shit, a Gilnean. Emilia pulls her makeshift cloak thing up around her face to -

hunh. Maybe this woman can't see. Okay. Good.]

I need... I had a crystal, a big purple one, a soul shard. I don't know - where it is, I don't ... I don't know where I am.

[Her affect is going flat with apparent panic, and she gestures to indicate the size of the crystal without really thinking about how useless that is.]

[batshitty]

[ She tilts her head a bit -- it's something that sounds familiar but damned if she knows where one would actually be, or even where she is in the first place -- ]

Like, you mean a stone full of countless wailing tormented souls waiting to be used as a catalyst in a dark ritual?

I haven't seen any. Actually, I think we're in the same boat! I have no idea where this is, either!

[ewestmarch]

Like that... it was a weird one. It's not regular.

[As in it has an irregular structure.

Well, chalk this druid up to being friends with the local warlock.]

You're taking it well.

[Very dry. Waking up somewhere you don't recognize has literally never been good, for anyone.]

[batshitty]

Waking up mysteriously kidnapped is like Tuesday for me. Besides, I saw it coming.

[ She didn't, but you know whatever. She does laugh at her own joke, though. Kind of bitterly, because she's more than a little annoyed she somehow lost her future sight. ]

I guess we should find whoever's in charge here?

[ewestmarch]

[A little, dry:] Heyyyy.

[We're not above laughing at blind jokes here.]

Yeah. We do. I gotta... set the hounds on whoever did this.

[she doesn't have hounds but]

Where'd you get clothes?

Re: Licorice! [LINK]

[nihilmancy]

[Tabby has already had something of a rough morning with a disturbing memory being shown to her, and she's returning to the car to figure out what to do for breakfast when-

well okay then. okay. after a few moments, there's a knock on the newcomer's door, and a soft-spoken voice.]

Um, yes, hello?

Licorice! [LINK]

[ewestmarch]

[The door gets tossed open after a beat, by a very skinny... woman, presumably, though from this distance clearly not a human one. (The glowing eyes are a clue.) She's wearing her bedsheets like a cloak.]

Where is this? Where's my - I had something important with me!

[She's either panicked or furious or both.]

Re: Licorice! [LINK]

[nihilmancy]

Good morning. I'm Tabby. I'm afraid I do not know the status of your possessions, other than the communication device that you woke with.

I presume that your memories are intact, then?

[Tabby is quite polite in tone, but also oddly blunted in expression, if not quite monotone.]

[ewestmarch]

[Tabby looks... human, which has Emilia on edge, but she's not being attacked yet, so she won't shoot first.

She has no idea she's incapable of shooting magic right now anyway.]

I don't know how I got here.

[that seems important. that seems like an important piece missing.

But she didn't ... no matter what state she was in, she would never have willingly given up that shard.]

[nihilmancy]

[Tabby hasn't really figured out how to turn her magic sensing spells back on, but does quite suddenly notice the newcomer's fingertips, and raises her eyebrows slightly. Nevertheless, she doesn't seem very disturbed, or even surprised.

She must simply be a zombie, Tabby thinks.]

That is a rather long story. We have been told that our worlds of origin, along with many other worlds, were completely consumed by a malevolent force called "Malice" and that we alone were able to be saved by a benefactor called "The Star Prince," who is not currently anywhere that we have seen. He apparently wishes to enlist our help in driving away Malice and restoring all worlds that it has consumed, by raising positive feelings and forging interpersonal bonds.

[ewestmarch]

[Speaking of eyebrows, Emilia's ...sorta tattered ones... creep up and up and up during this little story.]

That's ridiculous.

[that - if you're going to kidnap people, just toss 'em in a big cage, don't put em in a cage and then make shit up.]

[nihilmancy]

Some elements of the story seem corroborated with evidence, namely that emotions do seem to provide power to this vessel, but otherwise I remain deeply skeptical. We may very well have been kidnapped.

[ewestmarch]

Is that really all we have? That's the story.

[fucking, of course it is, what is life if not another in a series of bullshit events, for no reason, out of nowhere]

Re: Licorice! [LINK]

[stakesthesame]

[ uh

probably after she comes out of the room, geezus: ]

Dude, you good?

[ewestmarch]

[Oh, thank fuck, this looks like another undead. She crumples a little in relief and starts in rapid Gutterspeak, a language that sounds sort of like a mix of Old English and Icelandic:]

Something is missing, when they moved me they must have taken it. I have to get it back.

[stakesthesame]

[ woah

holds her hands up, floating a bit closer ]

H-hey, slow down, I don't really understand...

[ewestmarch]

Oh, you don't - ?

[She clears her throat, switches to English.]

Sorry. Are you Forsaken?

[Oh, a Levitate, cool. Probably a priest, then.]

[stakesthesame]

I dunno what that means, dude. Are you okay?

[ewestmarch]

That's a no.

[She straightens up, tries to look less obviously panicked.]

I lost something. I don't know how I got here, and whoever brought me took something... very important.

[stakesthesame]

I mean... we all lost stuff on this train. Like memories or something.

I don't 'member nothin'.

[ewestmarch]

I need it back. If it's been destroyed -

[She looks haunted, visibly diverts her line of thinking.]

No. No, they have to have it. I'll find it.

...Are you sure you weren't Raised here? It's not uncommon for the undead to forget everything that happened before they died.

[She taps the side of her own head. Brain damage or rot. Sucks.]