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

[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]

[nihilmancy]

[Nothing has meaning, and the gods play pranks on us]

That is the story. In any case, each car is the dwelling place of a particular team, which is expected to cooperate in our grand endeavor. Our team is Licorice. If nothing else, it will be helpful for us to have allies in this strange situation, and I propose that we will function more effectively in these circumstances if we work together.

[Not just because I easily get lonely]

[ewestmarch]

[Emilia leans out of her room to glance up and down the hall. Any other Horde members here to see her do this? No? Cool.]

I can work with that.

[She holds up one decaying finger, shuts the door. Is gonna get clothes on.

She yells through the door while she's doing it, though.]

WHAT'S OUTSIDE?

[nihilmancy]

Outside of the train? Desert island, black sky, deadly beasts.

[ewestmarch]

[Emilia makes a sound of acknowledgement, just so she knows that's been heard.

(This has been referred to as both a 'car' and a 'train' - Emilia knows the second word, but only as a suggestion that they're being pulled by something? Pulled along with something?)

A noise of fabric tearing, and Emilia emerges; she's apparently yanked most of the petticoats out of the lolita dress to make it lie flat, but she has them balled in her hand and is looking at them like they betrayed her.]

This is some of the best sewing I've ever seen.

[nihilmancy]

[Did you just ruin your uniform...]

Ah, are you a zombie? I don't have anything against zombies, of course.

[ewestmarch]

[Here's the thing: "zombie" is a word where she's from used to refer to only one kind of many many many different flavors of animated corpse.]

I talk, don't I?

[Her cracked mouth twists. The question suggests there's a lot of knowledge to fill in, here.]

You're not from my 'world,' supposedly. Right?

[You'd be hard-pressed to find a human that hadn't seen one of the Forsaken, on Azeroth.]

[nihilmancy]

I believe that we are ascribing different meanings to the word "zombie." [In her world, it is a catch-all term for any corporeal undead, or the spirit animating one.]

I do believe that is the case.

[ewestmarch]

I died.

[She smiles - unpleasantly, both in how bitter it looks and how nubby and yellow her teeth are.]

I was... reanimated, as a ghoul, and some time later my soul was returned, to a body that can neither live nor die.

[She scratches at the back of her hand, like a tic. She wishes they'd left her her gloves. Needs to make a pair as soon as possible.]

[nihilmancy]

[Tabby is pretty sure that the more talkative zombies also tend to be more well preserved, but well- different worlds.

She does wrinkle her nose a bit, trying not to register any disgust. That would be rude.]

You will easily be able to purchase those here.

[ewestmarch]

A body?

[nihilmancy]

Ah, no, gloves. I noticed what you were doing with your hands.

[ewestmarch]

Oh.

[She tucks them behind herself and straightens her back so the motion looks prim instead of shy. Doesn't like looking at them. Kinda gross.]

Hm, it's - it's fine. I'll deal with it. We're working together, what has to be done?

[nihilmancy]

Hm, you should familiarize yourself with the Chain device. Be sure to keep it close at hand. Without it, you cannot enter our living quarters.

[ewestmarch]

What is that?

[She's looked over her rectangle, which she knows how to use and isn't sure how she knows how to use, but hasn't made the connection to the name.]

[nihilmancy]

The small rectangular device. I believe it is called a chain because we are asked to form "links."

[ewestmarch]

Meant to keep each other chained up, more like.

[She reaches back and grabs it anyway.]

[nihilmancy]

[some people here are into that!]

We're provided with a variety of necessities including food and hygienic products, and can purchase more with the "Spark" energy we acquire.

[so please make yourself smell better, like no offense, but really]

[ewestmarch]

[suspicion.]

What do they want us to do to earn it?

[nihilmancy]

It seems that we earn them by participating in certain situations. These situations can be engaging with each other in certain proscribed ways, as well as events that seem to be be organized by outside forces.

When I arrived, this vessel had no power. By interacting with others when the power came on, I earned Sparks.

[ewestmarch]

Prescribed ways.

[what does that mean? what ways?

if this vessel runs on any kind of physical contact she is Out.]