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

[saddleclub]

And you don't even deny it.

[crimeson]

Why would I deny it? I know I talk rough, and I definitely know I'm a hit with the ladies. Well, men too.

[saddleclub]

And no sense of shame. It really is hard not to see the similarities.

[crimeson]

You seem pretty fond of those things, though, so I won't be upset about it.

[saddleclub]

At the very least you're more honest. That's somewhat endearing.

[crimeson]

Ahh, yeah. Most of my secrets were in my past, so...

[saddleclub]

So you feel free to share them now?

[crimeson]

So they're already out there. Plus, if I'm not gonna lie to you about who I am, it'd be stupid to lie to you about who I am.

[saddleclub]

I see. That's admirable I suppose, though I still question your impulse to obfuscate your identity in the first place.

[crimeson]

That's fair too, honestly. I'm not sure how to explain it.

[saddleclub]

Perhaps an untrusting nature?

[crimeson]

Mmm, maybe? It may also be that I just... understand the value of having information, and also keeping it from others. So since I'm already at a disadvantage, I'm grasping at what straws I can.

[saddleclub]

I suppose I can understand that. Though not to the extreme you planned to take it.

[crimeson]

Yeah, I'll admit that I may have tried to overdo it a little.

[saddleclub]

Just a bit?

[Wryly.]

[crimeson]

I tend to commit?

[saddleclub]

That can be admirable in the right situation.

[crimeson]

But not that one, huh?

[saddleclub]

Certainly not.

[crimeson]

Haha, all right, all right.

[saddleclub]

Hmph.

[He might say more except a bubble full of yellow glitter drifts into the ceiling above them and scatters over both of them.

Which is to say you wanted more Albarea memories right? This one is Jusis as a slightly younger teenager in the presence of the Duke, who is discussing politics with another noble. He's praising Rufus, though in the way one might praise a particularly clever dog or useful tool, and also lamenting his "useless son" in the same breath, ignoring that Jusis is in fact right there.

It's... Sad, mostly. There's a certain amount of the burning desire a child has for their parent's acknowledgement present, but also a heavy feeling of resignation and not-quite-acceptance. Jusis has not, at the point of this memory, stopped wanting to prove himself to his father, while still being aware he'll never really be anything in the man's eyes.

It's not a heavily traumatic or even impactful memory, more like a common, every day sort of memory.]

[crimeson]

[GODDESS! WHY THIS! Randy goes still, abruptly pissed the fuck off by Helmut, which would probably be confusing except that Jusis is also getting a memory from glitterbomb.

Randy is successfully leading a small company of Red Constellation Jaegers to victory against a Zephyr force three times their size. He uses familiar territory to his advantage-- they're near a village they often visit to resupply, so he has his men use that village as bait. There's some property damage, but mostly on the outskirts of the village, and his subordinates run like a well oiled machine. There's barely a single mistake made, and only one civilian casualty. He knows, the entire time, that this is a test of his mettle and leadership capabilities, so he's showing his best, and for a few bare moments he's even satisfied that there was only a single slip-up, only one piece of collateral damage with even the slightest significance, and managing such an absurd operation with only the loss of one innocent life? To a Jaeger? That's going above and beyond.

And then he sees the body. And, well, it all comes crashing down around him. The memory helpfully supplies a little montage of time spent with that young man, a bottle of rum shared between them kept safe behind the counter, talk of his dreams of moving out of that little village and running his own bar somewhere bigger, somewhere better. Jusis will probably understand, even though Randy didn't until later, that this is clearly his first friend not involved in the bloodier side of his life. In the moment, Randy doesn't really understand why everything seems so wrong. He understands loss of life, the mourning of a comrade, but this is different. This isn't even the same as the distant displeasure at seeing the corpse of someone uninvolved, even one he'd made himself. He cares too much.

Randy can't even appreciate it when his uncle and cousin show up to compliment him on a job well done, to tell him that his good work here means he's been chosen as his father's successor. He's too busy having his comfort in his own worldview rattled out from under him by the persistent guilt and horror at a young life he'd genuinely loved, snuffed out because of his choices. The memory closes out, at the realization that he had, perhaps, genuinely loved that boy.]

[saddleclub]

[Jusis has frozen and is not really noticing Randy's reaction, too busy experiencing... All that. It's so much and it's devastating, honestly. He's aware Jaeger life is intense, and on the edge of a knife, even from the things he knows about Fie and Sara, as little as they say, he's not stupid.

Still it's another thing to feel and see it through the eyes of someone living it than it is to know something intellectually. And it's painful.

Losing a loved one is hard, but to be responsible for it--he doesn't have to imagine it, unfortunately, because it's Randy's memory.

He's soft enough his eyes water but he's had enough practice staying composed in his life that tears don't fall, he's not emotionally invested enough and he's not as soft as Rean that way, so he just blinks rapidly, inhaling sharply.]

[crimeson]

That man, what a dick...

[oh shit wait Jusis is having a. oof. that's. a lot of feelings. Randy's knocked right out of his anger.]

--Jusis?

[saddleclub]

[He takes a breath and lifts a hand to his face, forcing calm.]

...?

[What man???]

Yes. I saw... A bit of your past, I'm afraid.