TEAM SNOW WHITE LOG

[recollecters]

TEAM SNOW WHITE

READY: START Team Snow White roster: Davey Jacobs, Eleanor Lamb, Fang, Kasen Kanesada, Malik Ishtar, Mari Ohara, Riku, Ritsu Kageyama, Ryoji Mochizuki, Toushiro Hitsugaya, Yuri Plisetsky. The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city. However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of many bat wings... This is the Team Snow White Event Log. You are free to toplevel and thread as you choose on this log, but only team members may utilize this log. Important links to mod toplevels are: Mod Questions & Participation Reporting. Please be aware you are responsible for reporting your own participation & objective completion efforts with links; the moderators will try to keep up with threads, but as we are currently running several teams with participation, we require you to keep us up to date! Please read each of the toplevels and instructions! The schedule for Team Snow White is as follows: 3RD: Objective 1 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 1 Part Two 10TH: Objective 1 closes (8PM EST), Objective 2 posted (9PM EST) 17TH: Objective 2 closes (8PM EST), Objective 3 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 3 Part Two 24th: Objective 3 closes (8PM EST), Final city-wide log posted (9PM EST) Objectives will be given in mod toplevels to this post with instructions; please check the log currently for Objective 1 to see how this will work.

Comments

Room 4 | The Gift Table | Freya & Yuri

[catsudon]

( he let Freya take point on this door, too, his headlamp useful for keeping the way ahead lit as long as he didn't dart his head around to look at every sound that caught his attention. it was a near thing, for better and worse.

with the door open, though, the most he could see was a hint of shadow'd table and... chairs? a bulk of unidentified something on top. the pass of his light showed bright coloured paper under layers of dust; he frowned. )

Just what the hell even happened here?

[belligerentwarrior]

Hell if I know.

[Freya's got her own headlamp, but the additional light was very welcome. She approaches the suspicious pile cautiously, but without raising her weapon. Yet.]

Look kinda like presents. The ratbag really was serious 'bout this bein' a party.

[catsudon]

A party no one showed up to.

( until they had, and he's discounting the whole Death Day thing, but so it goes.

the pile of presents starts to shiver, shaking like the table is experiencing an extremely localised earthquake. Yuri leaps back, hands up, pointing at the whole of it. )

No. No shaking! Bad table!

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya shoots back an extremely baffled what the fuck look when Yuri chastises the table. She quickly turns back to it, raising the spear, reading for something to leap out.]

Right, that's gonna work. [She starts advancing on the pile—better to get whatever it was before it got them—and then, well, the entire room starts shaking, violently enough to knock Freya down.]

[catsudon]

( leaving Yuri bracing himself, ironically, against the damn table; it's steadier than anything else here if he needs to roll under it, and he didn't make it to the doorframe. unlikely to even know what proper earthquake safety was. presents cascade down off and tumble to the floor, hitting one after another and slamming against both him and Freya. )

What swamps have earthquakes? What the fuck!

( and the presents tumble ever downward, one. after. another. )

[belligerentwarrior]

[After that awful demonic library, even the meager weight of the presents is painful as they strike Freya's wounds. She hisses between her teeth and swats the boxes away. Can't really get to her feet, now, between the shaking and the boxes literally everywhere. It's like the world's worst ball pit.]

I grew up in a desert, don't ask me. [Something was odd. Were the boxes themselves shaking?]

[catsudon]

( the weird thing he was noticing had to do with the boxes on the floor moving less than those still on the table. Yuri frowns, ignoring the fact she came from a desert and he has no practical experience in this field, and that he hopes generally that most the others in their unwitting group are okay...

anyway, in all that, the boxes on the table are the ones still moving, more than anything else. he turns his head, holding on to the table with one hand and gesturing to Freya with the other. she's already standing, or else he'd have offered a hand to help pull her up to her feet. )

Look, something's moving the boxes. From up on the table, or whatever, do you see?

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya has to lean heavily on her weapon to keep standing. She follows where Yuri's pointing.]

Think so. [All in all, the shaking... doesn't seem to be harmful? Freya inches closer to the table, but it's slow going while keeping her footing.]

[catsudon]

( Yuri has somewhat better luck in pulling gifts to himself or nudging them off the sides, holding them up one at a time to feel for any vibration from the box itself. maybe there's an RC car or something. or a massager? )

Not this one, not this one either --

( he's literally tossing them down to the ground searching through, whoops. )

[belligerentwarrior]

[It's frustration that causes Freya to tear one open. Seriously, what the fuck was up with this? It was more obnoxious than anything, but...]

[A (dated-looking) children's book about animals. Not helpful. And something that has no reason to rattle.]

This better not be spreadin' to the rest of the house. This place looks ancient.

[catsudon]

( he glances over as she rips into a gift, trying to see what's inside. as he does, his hand strikes upon a box underneath the one he thought he was reaching for: one that actually is moving and shaking. he jerks his hand back, then whips his head around to leap for the box with both hands. )

Got it! Or one of them, I don't know.

( lifting it out of the boxes on the table, the rest slide and shift but... don't seem to me moving as fast. he passes the one shaking in his hands over to Freya. )

Open?

[belligerentwarrior]

[It was kind of weird Yuri didn't open it himself; he certainly didn't hesitate to gamble on mystery swamp jerky before. Freya doesn't even wait, ripping into the package. She swears, if this explodes, she's haunting his scrawny ass.]

[catsudon]

( honestly, it's like he was with letting Eleanor open the chest he'd literally fought an alligator for. sometimes you just let other people open possibly useless or scary things. or you're tired and done.

as this is, he's sidling up to her to watch what's inside, which is how he's on hand to go: )

Shoes? ... Seriously? Are they Mexican Jumping Shoes, glow-bright edition?

( like those beans or whatever they are; he's not serious, but what in the world? )

[belligerentwarrior]

Shoes. [She's not quite sure, but this room almost feels insulting compared to the rest.]

[Freya hooks a finger in each, lifting the pair and staring at it judgmentally.] Glowin' like some of the other things we've found. Doubt it's a coincidence.

[catsudon]

... What is rest of what everyone's been finding? I can't keep any of this straight anymore...

( he pushes his hair back off his face, breathing out in a huff. )

Whatever. Let's get them back to where we're all trying to coordinate.