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Recollé Mods ([personal profile] recollecters) wrote in [community profile] recolle2017-08-24 05:23 pm

AUGUST EVENT LOG

END EVENT LOG
END EVENT LOG
The city of Recollé.

...yeah. Yeah, it's still sort of a mess...

But the fruits of your labors are ripe, Recollé. Be prepared for the final fight.

I.
You've all worked so hard in these past three weeks to bring back what was lost and patch reality, or to get home. As their final missions close out, the following occurs.

Members of Team Absinthe will find themselves in the Recollé Woods, no longer capable of finding their way to the Bunker but cheerfully updated by Nigel Cavendish on their devices that "Go time is now, it appears! The more you destroy, the more we can bring back. The weapons will last for about twenty-four hours, so use them wisely. Good luck!"

Members of Team Brandywine will find themselves in the RU campus, locked out of their basement. Mr. Baroque updates them that "You've got about a day to help fix this. Try not to die."

Members of Team Cognac will find themselves in the Tribunal Terrace, unable to go as deep into the subways as they could the past few weeks. The NPC updating them as to what's up is Ronnie, who is about as helpful as Mr. Baroque with: "The clock is ticking down. Do try to stay on your toes...you may wish to rendezvous with the others."

Members of Team Daiquiri will find themselves in Tisse, locked out of the Retrospec building. Their update comes from Joanne Wiseman, who says "Aunt Marge just pulled the plug! Those weapons will last twenty-four hours, and we were able to snag the others - but, you're going to have to give us enough leeway here to fix things! It's just like the twists you've done before - destroy the focal points and we can snap things back. Thank you so much for everything, good luck!"

Members of Team Ethanol will find themselves in the Tribunal Terrace, unable to enter the crypts. For them comes a message from Wendy Guo. "Time to hit it. Your weapons are going to last about a day; can't force the protocol longer than that. I'm going to meet up with the others now, try to get shit stable as you do your side. We're probably not gonna see one another again for a while, so...it's been real. Don't die or whatever. Thanks."

Members of Group 3 are intermixed at all locations as they choose, perfectly capable of joining in the battle if they wish. A harried Maurice Fitzwilliam will see fit to update them with "I know this is a little confusing, but if you'd like to help your friends, you may wish to join up with them now - otherwise, I suggest you find a safe house. I'll try to update your phone's gps with a map to the least-impacted areas...Good luck."

Members of Peter Pan crash onto the sandy beach in a large, ornate pirate ship surrounded by a flock of colorful tropical birds and armed with cutlasses and cannonballs. Mechanical sharks cut across the sand menacingly guarding the ship as well. Members of this team may call on the aid of the sharks and birds to help fight while also using the cannonballs to load up and fire.

Members of Snow White appear scattered around the Recollé Woods with a large frog creature in tow and the army of a hundred ghosts behind them, wispy in appearance but strong in determination. There are also two large, stone lions flanking the party. The ghosts can be captured and released from the thermoses the Snow White members brought them in and will come to their aid to help people around them.

Members of Tarzan announce their arrival with the loud, thunderous roar of a dragon that swoops down from the sky, landing directly in the middle of Tisse. Portals rip open around them as several knights in shining armor and equipped with lances flank the creature and the team, ready to spring into battle. Any weaponry the team has picked up along their journey will be available to them and they can direct the knights in battle. In addition, they may use the two raven feathers to call upon the well witch to bail them and others out of trouble with a bit of elemental magic!

And finally, members of Yzma descend upon the rooftop of the highest point at the RU campus in a large, colorful mecha shaped like a panther. By now, the team will know how to pilot the mecha and the weapons attached to it. They will be able to split up and regroup as they please. As it lands, the creature pauses with all eleven members inside and tilts its head back, a feminine, almost regal voice making an announcement for all to hear.

"Champions! Band together and stabilize your reality. Find the last twists and slay the rest of the monsters while there's time. We have twenty-four hours to weather the storm and unravel everything. You can bring back what was lost...but only if you hurry! Now go!"

Together, every member of the city must work together to patch the leaks in their reality; no team is locked to any one location, regardless of where they start out. While certain teams have domain over certain summons and items, they may be used to help anyone they come across. The monsters that appears last month reappear with a vengeance but this time they've brought some friends. Multiple slime creatures can be found in all districts and as citizens of the city defeat them and other monsters, they will notice little by little that the city starts to restore itself in a whirlwind of fixes. Buildings begin to uncrumble, shattered glass reforms into window panes, and with every defeat of the slimes, a new stand will pop up. Some of these stands will also pop up simply by exploring the lesser traffic'd areas of the city such as the underground subway, the woods, and the empty buildings scattered around the city. Smashing these buttons will turn the portalizers on, suck up the debris of the monsters and close another twist. As soon as all the twists in an area are closed, the district will snap back to "normal" and all characters will find themselves warped to the beach.

Down at the beach the mouth of the ocean rises up out of the sand, spitting acid and trying to absorb whatever it can. Much like the other monsters, the more it's destroyed the less effective it becomes, whittling itself further and further down as it begins to pull inward on itself. Do what you can to take it out and prevent it from taking the ocean ever again.

Everyone is now back in Recollé, and several groups have new weapons and companions to help them fight. Stick together, reunite with your loved ones and hold down the fort. Your Technical Team is on the job to fix everything.

Hi guys, welcome to the August plot wrap-up! This log is a free-for-all to let everyone get involved, reunite with their CR, and help stabilize the city for now! This will only run from 9pm EST 8/24 to 9pm EST 8/25. At which time, we will then post a Retrospec post ICly tying up the loose ends, and characters may do as they wish with the aftermath.

Also at this time, everyone has regained network access and your characters will receive their stockpile of texts sent to each other and they can connect with each other.

Tomorrow, we will also do our feedback post for this event and an open discussion with the playerbase.

Thank you guys so much for your participation! Characters who clocked 30 comments over the course of this event are eligible for a freebie memory! For members of team 3, we will allow these thirty comments to come from this log as well. We look forward to seeing you on the flipside, and congratulations on a job well done.
belligerentwarrior: (Over my dead body)

ii-iii hybrid I guess

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2017-08-25 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hands seize the back of Dante's ruined jacket after one of his falls, sometime past dawn, hauling him upright onto his ass and back against a wall—but not onto his feet, as Freya might have been able to do normally. She doesn't have the strength for that right now, under all the fatigue and strain and malnutrition.]

What is wrong with you?! [She does have the strength to yell at Dante, apparently. She has a few tag along ghosts with her, and while she and the silver-haired boy are having a nice little chat, the poltergeists take to their defense. Rubble whirls off the ground to slam into hostiles; they could do this for a while, with no small shortage of rubble.]

Are you trying to get yourself killed?!
Edited 2017-08-25 19:03 (UTC)
darkinferno: (★ suddenly you're standing still)

[personal profile] darkinferno 2017-08-29 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Wait--how had he not noticed Freya coming onto the scene? He must be having more trouble than he realizes, because Dante is completely caught off-guard by hands dragging him back against a wall.]

Wh--

[--at? Dante blinks up at her at first, bewildered... but when she demands to know if he's trying to get himself killed, it clicks a little bit.]

No! But I can't just sit here and let other people fight for me instead. Not when I can do something.
belligerentwarrior: (You of all people!)

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2017-08-29 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
You just tripped on literal air. [It's in her flattest, most unimpressed, and vaguely scolding voice that she could muster.]

That's not doin' something. That's declaring for every monster to see, "Ooh, look at me! I'm easy pickings!" [Freya's voice pitches up facetiously for the 'impression,' and she waves her free hand in a half-assed jazz hand.]

[She's in a poor mood, alright.]
darkinferno: (★ adrenaline moving through my veins)

[personal profile] darkinferno 2017-08-30 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can tell. But Dante can't keep himself from arguing, either.]

I didn't trip, and it wasn't literal air. I told you before it took time to learn how to do that--there's always a chance it screws up like that!

[And he is steadfastly ignoring the fact that he hasn't tripped like that since he was first learning how to do it!]

Besides. Maybe if they think I'm easy pickings it'll give everybody else an advantage.
belligerentwarrior: (GRAN Pulse)

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2017-09-05 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
You even listening to yourself right now? Admittin' to the fact you're doin' something amateur in the middle of a fucking war zone?

[Freya steps closer, challengingly.] Playin' at a broken wing's only something you do only when you aren't actually easy pickings. You're as bad off as I am. Maybe worse.

[She... did kind of stab him with a janky, foot-long splinter.]
darkinferno: (★ with a devil on your back)

[personal profile] darkinferno 2017-09-05 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dante swallows his first instinct to fire back that he's not doing something amateur--he knows perfectly well how to control his flowmotion now! It would only add to her point in the end. But he does glower back at her, recognizing that she's right but hating every moment of it. Yes, she's right, but he doesn't want her to be.]

Well, what am I supposed to do? Just sit back and twiddle my thumbs while everybody else is fighting to fix everything? I can't do that!
belligerentwarrior: (Over my dead body)

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2017-09-05 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another step, until she's directly in front of him, her expression just short of a snarl.]

Yeah, you damn well better hunker down and start twiddlin'. I'll put you out myself if it means I'm not watchin' another body dragged off to the morgue.
darkinferno: (★ you are paranoid in every paragraph)

[personal profile] darkinferno 2017-09-06 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[That stops Dante short. He's been trying hard not to think about what happened to Ryoji. Not only is it a distraction from the battle at hand, but there's already a voice in the back of his head trying to point out that if he'd only had his powers back, he might have been able to save him. And no matter how much he argues with himself to the contrary, that voice doesn't quit.

But it's not just hard for him, is it? Freya's at least as good a fighter as he is, maybe even a better one, and she had to watch Ryoji being taken away, too, knowing that they hadn't been able to protect him.

If he were in her shoes, watching her trying to run off into a battle she clearly wasn't equipped for--like that afternoon in the trees...

Dante lets his eyes fall closed, tipping his head back against the wall. And then he nods, accepting defeat.]


All right, you win. I won't make you deal with that.

Sorry.
belligerentwarrior: (We movin' or what?)

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2017-09-08 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[With his eyes closed, he can't see the desperate tension drain out of her posture and her face, but her tone eases up. Freya's still obviously upset—how couldn't she be, after today?—but the majority of it's no longer directed at him.]

Just as long as you mean that. If you go runnin' off the moment I turn my back, I will hunt you down before the monsters have the chance. [She meant what she said earlier; Freya would disable him, somehow, if she thought it'd keep him alive. No matter how much he might hate her for it, later.]

[Freya steps right next to him, barely keeping from stumbling herself, and extends an arm down to him. This time around, her voice's softer.]


C'mon. Up. Not a great place for a breather.
darkinferno: (★ and the history books forgot about us)

[personal profile] darkinferno 2017-09-08 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't promise you I'm not going to back into the fight. [His eyes are open now, meeting Freya with a level gaze.] But I will promise I'll take a break first. You're right, I'm... I'm probably not gonna help many people like I am right now.

[Hard as that is to admit. He's got his powers back now; he can do all the things he couldn't do when they were fighting the nursemaid's ghost... he can protect people. He hates feeling helpless like this, wondering how many people are going to get hurt or worse while he's cooling his heels, sitting around.

He takes Freya's hand, but he's trying not to rely on her too heavily as he pushes himself up to his feet. He saw that almost-stumble; she's probably in as bad a shape as he is.]


Yeah. Let's find somewhere safe to hide out for a bit.
belligerentwarrior: (Every trace of color...)

[personal profile] belligerentwarrior 2017-09-10 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Won't ask you to promise that. I won't.

[Freya glances around, making sure the poltergeists that followed her still have everything under control.]

Just... keep a good head on your shoulders. Pay more attention. Rest. We're not just tired and hurt, but we've been starving, too. Our bodies can't keep doing this.
darkinferno: (★ with a devil on your back)

[personal profile] darkinferno 2017-09-11 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't need it to keep doing this. [Sorry, Freya--it's not that he's trying to be argumentative, but Dante can't resist the need to explain himself, even in a situation like this.] I just need it to make it through one more battle. Once this is all over, I'll sleep for the next week if that's what I need to do.

I've just gotta get through this first.

[Whiiiiiiich is probably a mindset that Freya's going to take issue with, so to stave off any arguments he points toward a nearby building.]

There. We should be able to get in there. Does it look safe enough to you?