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EVENT
PREMISE • RULES • FAQ • TAKEN • RESERVES • APPLICATIONS
REGAINS • HIATUS/DROPS • PLOT SUBMISSIONS • CALENDAR • MOD CONTACT • NAV
REGAINS • HIATUS/DROPS • PLOT SUBMISSIONS • CALENDAR • MOD CONTACT • NAV
CONTENT WARNINGS:
Slight medical/body horror (optional needle usage/physical changes/ailments) in prompt 5
Slight medical/body horror (optional needle usage/physical changes/ailments) in prompt 5
Prologue.
It's been a quiet week in the city of Recollé. Nothing has been under attack, nobody's gone missing, and that mechanical eye abomination sits almost peacefully on top of city hall watching over everyone. It's hard to say if the machine is even powered on, but it appears to turn in one of the four cardinal directions each day. North, South, East, and then West. It repeats this pattern, but further investigation will reveal that the glass cover of the eye can't be broken and it seems to be projecting a thin beam of light leading to these directions. Should one follow the lights, they'll find that they lead straight to thick metal pipes buried beneath the ground, all leading straight to Peach Beach no matter which direction they run. Strange, isn't it? The pipes are cold to the touch but pulse under your hand...perhaps now isn't the time to meddle with them though.
Instead, a message comes in from the liaison on the evening of the 7th, just as promised.
For what it's worth, I think the eye is no longer dangerous but getting to the source of its brain is going to be a pain in the ass. Let's not antagonize it for now, but...we might need to split the ocean again.
I can't tell you what these numbers mean. They came to me, and I know they're important, but I don't know why. They're coordinates, so I trust you guys to prepare for a leap through time and do what needs to be done. I'll monitor things here, as usual.
07:07:2017
02:01:1917
05:25:1212
10:31:2015
03:21:1954
You can always plug in the current date and location to get back to where you need to be. That's our failsafe, but make sure you time your return just right. Good luck.
At first, plugging in any of these numbers doesn't seem to have any sort of effect. In fact, it feels as though you're standing in the very same spot and even the area around you appears to be the same. On the other hand, the moment you take a step forward you're pitched face-first into an invisible wall, stumbling out to a new location…
Well. Hope you were prepared for that.
It's been a quiet week in the city of Recollé. Nothing has been under attack, nobody's gone missing, and that mechanical eye abomination sits almost peacefully on top of city hall watching over everyone. It's hard to say if the machine is even powered on, but it appears to turn in one of the four cardinal directions each day. North, South, East, and then West. It repeats this pattern, but further investigation will reveal that the glass cover of the eye can't be broken and it seems to be projecting a thin beam of light leading to these directions. Should one follow the lights, they'll find that they lead straight to thick metal pipes buried beneath the ground, all leading straight to Peach Beach no matter which direction they run. Strange, isn't it? The pipes are cold to the touch but pulse under your hand...perhaps now isn't the time to meddle with them though.
Instead, a message comes in from the liaison on the evening of the 7th, just as promised.
For what it's worth, I think the eye is no longer dangerous but getting to the source of its brain is going to be a pain in the ass. Let's not antagonize it for now, but...we might need to split the ocean again.
I can't tell you what these numbers mean. They came to me, and I know they're important, but I don't know why. They're coordinates, so I trust you guys to prepare for a leap through time and do what needs to be done. I'll monitor things here, as usual.
07:07:2017
02:01:1917
05:25:1212
10:31:2015
03:21:1954
You can always plug in the current date and location to get back to where you need to be. That's our failsafe, but make sure you time your return just right. Good luck.
At first, plugging in any of these numbers doesn't seem to have any sort of effect. In fact, it feels as though you're standing in the very same spot and even the area around you appears to be the same. On the other hand, the moment you take a step forward you're pitched face-first into an invisible wall, stumbling out to a new location…
Well. Hope you were prepared for that.
I. The City of Recollé, July 2017
Some of you may recognize this place as the original Retrospec building, the place that once stood where Wiffle-Waffle now remains. Entering the building will show that the Retrospec Headquarters seem to be missing doors and hallways, an elevator permanently grounded to the bottom floor, and a receptionist's desk that's empty. However, lights wrap around the handrail of the staircase, inviting you to walk up toward the second floor. The doors from this floor are missing as well, but there's a door ajar as light streams from it. Pushing the door open reveals a young man in his early 20s, clad in jeans and a sweater vest as he's hunched over a laptop, rapidly typing up a document and steadily working through the reports on his desk. The room doesn't have much space to it, but books about biology and genetics are intermingled with notes about evolution and hybrid animals. Comic books and horror movies sit in a neat pile in a corner near a small TV, screen frozen on a large monster of some sort. A table in the back is home to a few fossilized items in jars, along with empty coffee cups and house plants. In another corner is a clothing rack with a handful of costumes and a sewing machine sits on the floor nearby. Tacked on the wall is a reminder of the dates of the Recollé ReConvention.
And as you enter, Maurice Fitzwilliam suddenly looks up from his laptop and narrows his eyes and asks one very specific question.
"What are you doing here?"
Some of you may recognize this place as the original Retrospec building, the place that once stood where Wiffle-Waffle now remains. Entering the building will show that the Retrospec Headquarters seem to be missing doors and hallways, an elevator permanently grounded to the bottom floor, and a receptionist's desk that's empty. However, lights wrap around the handrail of the staircase, inviting you to walk up toward the second floor. The doors from this floor are missing as well, but there's a door ajar as light streams from it. Pushing the door open reveals a young man in his early 20s, clad in jeans and a sweater vest as he's hunched over a laptop, rapidly typing up a document and steadily working through the reports on his desk. The room doesn't have much space to it, but books about biology and genetics are intermingled with notes about evolution and hybrid animals. Comic books and horror movies sit in a neat pile in a corner near a small TV, screen frozen on a large monster of some sort. A table in the back is home to a few fossilized items in jars, along with empty coffee cups and house plants. In another corner is a clothing rack with a handful of costumes and a sewing machine sits on the floor nearby. Tacked on the wall is a reminder of the dates of the Recollé ReConvention.
And as you enter, Maurice Fitzwilliam suddenly looks up from his laptop and narrows his eyes and asks one very specific question.
"What are you doing here?"
II. The City of Recollé, February 1917
The city of Recollé…though not as you would currently recognize it. The only identifying feature of this land is the miles and miles of peach trees alongside the ocean, the starting foundations for Peach Beach and the woods flanking the area. The land itself seems to be newly inhabited, buildings starting to rise up and foundations stabilized as the people around you are hard at work in making this city into a place that's inhabitable. For those brave enough to venture forward, they may find themselves drawn into the woods, following a path that's less clear-cut than previous paths. Trees grow with tangled roots and the grass is tall and thick. Creatures such as snakes and bears live in these woods and for those who aren't careful where they step, they may encounter these creatures. However, a little bit of walking and dedication will bring adventurers to a wall of thick, green vines and foliage. Hidden just behind the foliage is a door, seemingly brand new and a light peers out from this section of the rocks before you. Sharp eyes will realize that there's a small, familiar logo hidden in the paint of this door as well.
Modernized for the times, the interior of the bunker is clean and orderly. A receptionist desk with a typewriter and rotary phone sit in the lobby, and should one test the phone they'll find everything seems to be in working order. The room is a centralized hub, a narrow hallway leading to four doors with emblems of a wolf, a rabbit, a bear and a koi fish on each. The rooms themselves are locked, but at the very end of the hallway is a large meeting space. Voices can be heard and upon peering inside, one might notice that a door slides open in the wall as the four founders of the city slip through it, the secret passageway closing on its own.
Spread out on the table are several sheets of paper, many of which reflect diagrams of layers, maps of the city, and several contracts and guidelines mapped out. Most familiar, of course, is a contract about the Retrospec project itself:
Clarence Vanderweele, Georgia Mahoney, Phillip Spinnato and Myrtle Cavendish will embark on a venture to begin saving worlds that are being destroyed across the universe. They will organize rescue teams to scout various worlds and collect saplings of the universe left out and lost due to instability of their home worlds. These seeds will then be brought to a safe haven to foster and grow to preserve the worlds in order to rehabilitate, recreate and restructure a universe. Furthermore, the idea behind this project is to undergo the study of layers of the universe and how multiverse theory may be altered to create an offshoot of varying timelines, pull resources and expand the universe as we know it.
With jars of ink in all colors and quills scattered about, it's easy (and tempting, really) to fill in some of the blanks. The company appears to be outlining their objectives and policies and several ideas have been added and crossed out. What's one more? It's not as though they'll really notice, right?
The moment a rule is written, the paper before you seems to absorb it, a distinct, soft click heard from elsewhere as the door behind you locks.
A lone figure suddenly materializes before you. For some, it's a man with a scepter and for some it's a woman with an ancient tome. For others still it's a woman with a sword or even a man channeling a power sort of energy, blue lines faintly glowing in his hands.
No matter the figure you encounter, they all share the same goal. There's an intruder in their midst and they want you gone and away from their research. Enclosed in such a tight space, finding a way out may seem impossible especially as you're fending off someone else's attack. The man with the scepter seems to take on a melee style of combat while the lady knight moves with grace and artful swings of her weapon. Both of these beings can be disarmed with skill and time, and they'll allow you to pass peacefully.
The woman with the tome will attempt to use standard spells against her opponent, anything to disarm or put you at a disadvantage. Elemental spells seem to be her forte along with a range of telekinesis, making objects fight for her. Watch out for chairs, the table, glass objects and other decorations from this meeting room. The only way to defeat her is to remove the tome from her hands and find a spell to unveil the door. She, too, will then let you pass peacefully and even heal you of wounds you receive.
The man with the blue hands, however, won't let anyone escape that easily. Illusions, telepathy and reality-shifting are his strengths. The room will change as he sees fit, reflecting your most inner thoughts or darkest places, stripping you of weapons and utilizing these to defend himself. The best way to defeat him is by breaking through the illusion, but…what will you do when you have the man in captivity?
The choice is yours, Retrospecters. Will you alter history, or leave things as they are now?
The city of Recollé…though not as you would currently recognize it. The only identifying feature of this land is the miles and miles of peach trees alongside the ocean, the starting foundations for Peach Beach and the woods flanking the area. The land itself seems to be newly inhabited, buildings starting to rise up and foundations stabilized as the people around you are hard at work in making this city into a place that's inhabitable. For those brave enough to venture forward, they may find themselves drawn into the woods, following a path that's less clear-cut than previous paths. Trees grow with tangled roots and the grass is tall and thick. Creatures such as snakes and bears live in these woods and for those who aren't careful where they step, they may encounter these creatures. However, a little bit of walking and dedication will bring adventurers to a wall of thick, green vines and foliage. Hidden just behind the foliage is a door, seemingly brand new and a light peers out from this section of the rocks before you. Sharp eyes will realize that there's a small, familiar logo hidden in the paint of this door as well.
Modernized for the times, the interior of the bunker is clean and orderly. A receptionist desk with a typewriter and rotary phone sit in the lobby, and should one test the phone they'll find everything seems to be in working order. The room is a centralized hub, a narrow hallway leading to four doors with emblems of a wolf, a rabbit, a bear and a koi fish on each. The rooms themselves are locked, but at the very end of the hallway is a large meeting space. Voices can be heard and upon peering inside, one might notice that a door slides open in the wall as the four founders of the city slip through it, the secret passageway closing on its own.
Spread out on the table are several sheets of paper, many of which reflect diagrams of layers, maps of the city, and several contracts and guidelines mapped out. Most familiar, of course, is a contract about the Retrospec project itself:
Clarence Vanderweele, Georgia Mahoney, Phillip Spinnato and Myrtle Cavendish will embark on a venture to begin saving worlds that are being destroyed across the universe. They will organize rescue teams to scout various worlds and collect saplings of the universe left out and lost due to instability of their home worlds. These seeds will then be brought to a safe haven to foster and grow to preserve the worlds in order to rehabilitate, recreate and restructure a universe. Furthermore, the idea behind this project is to undergo the study of layers of the universe and how multiverse theory may be altered to create an offshoot of varying timelines, pull resources and expand the universe as we know it.
With jars of ink in all colors and quills scattered about, it's easy (and tempting, really) to fill in some of the blanks. The company appears to be outlining their objectives and policies and several ideas have been added and crossed out. What's one more? It's not as though they'll really notice, right?
The moment a rule is written, the paper before you seems to absorb it, a distinct, soft click heard from elsewhere as the door behind you locks.
A lone figure suddenly materializes before you. For some, it's a man with a scepter and for some it's a woman with an ancient tome. For others still it's a woman with a sword or even a man channeling a power sort of energy, blue lines faintly glowing in his hands.
No matter the figure you encounter, they all share the same goal. There's an intruder in their midst and they want you gone and away from their research. Enclosed in such a tight space, finding a way out may seem impossible especially as you're fending off someone else's attack. The man with the scepter seems to take on a melee style of combat while the lady knight moves with grace and artful swings of her weapon. Both of these beings can be disarmed with skill and time, and they'll allow you to pass peacefully.
The woman with the tome will attempt to use standard spells against her opponent, anything to disarm or put you at a disadvantage. Elemental spells seem to be her forte along with a range of telekinesis, making objects fight for her. Watch out for chairs, the table, glass objects and other decorations from this meeting room. The only way to defeat her is to remove the tome from her hands and find a spell to unveil the door. She, too, will then let you pass peacefully and even heal you of wounds you receive.
The man with the blue hands, however, won't let anyone escape that easily. Illusions, telepathy and reality-shifting are his strengths. The room will change as he sees fit, reflecting your most inner thoughts or darkest places, stripping you of weapons and utilizing these to defend himself. The best way to defeat him is by breaking through the illusion, but…what will you do when you have the man in captivity?
The choice is yours, Retrospecters. Will you alter history, or leave things as they are now?
III. Odryria, May 1212
The planet you've arrived on seems to be in disarray. What once was a prosperous city with tall skyscrapers and natural streams flowing through and beautiful mountains in the distance has turned into a place where crops have burned and buildings have crumbled, plumes of smoke billow up and away from the ground below. Several flying machines streak across the sky, metal falling apart and crashing down with little warning. Mixed among the smoke are colored wisps, similar to the soul energy several of you have become familiar with. As each new citizen of this world runs and fights, preparing themselves for battle and to help stabilize their world, it becomes clear this is a losing fight as residents succumb to the damages, bodies disappearing and soul energy drifting up aimlessly to be lost forever.
Among the wreckage a mighty roar can be heard, and should you look up you'll find a majestic lioness running through the streets, a young woman clad in jeans, an old t-shirt, a worn leather jacket and sword in hand atop her back. It's hard to recognize her from afar, but some may come to realize this woman is Wendy Guo calling the shots and giving instructions to soldiers on the ground. The sphinx that she's riding seems agitated, large tail swishing and knocking out enemy forces in the air. The enemies in question are relentless, diving down on their prey and swiping to pull the souls out from their bodies, releasing them and tainting them.
Upon spotting a newcomer, however, Wendy and Surina the sphinx come to a halt and peer down at those standing to the side, eyes narrowed before Wendy speaks.
"What are you standing around for? The world's going to shit. Come see me about your assignment when you're ready!"
The planet you've arrived on seems to be in disarray. What once was a prosperous city with tall skyscrapers and natural streams flowing through and beautiful mountains in the distance has turned into a place where crops have burned and buildings have crumbled, plumes of smoke billow up and away from the ground below. Several flying machines streak across the sky, metal falling apart and crashing down with little warning. Mixed among the smoke are colored wisps, similar to the soul energy several of you have become familiar with. As each new citizen of this world runs and fights, preparing themselves for battle and to help stabilize their world, it becomes clear this is a losing fight as residents succumb to the damages, bodies disappearing and soul energy drifting up aimlessly to be lost forever.
Among the wreckage a mighty roar can be heard, and should you look up you'll find a majestic lioness running through the streets, a young woman clad in jeans, an old t-shirt, a worn leather jacket and sword in hand atop her back. It's hard to recognize her from afar, but some may come to realize this woman is Wendy Guo calling the shots and giving instructions to soldiers on the ground. The sphinx that she's riding seems agitated, large tail swishing and knocking out enemy forces in the air. The enemies in question are relentless, diving down on their prey and swiping to pull the souls out from their bodies, releasing them and tainting them.
Upon spotting a newcomer, however, Wendy and Surina the sphinx come to a halt and peer down at those standing to the side, eyes narrowed before Wendy speaks.
"What are you standing around for? The world's going to shit. Come see me about your assignment when you're ready!"
IV. The City of Recollé, October 2015
An empty classroom on the Recollé University campus is where this coordinate leads, and a quick glance at the calendar gives you an idea that it's Halloween. This particular classroom is decorated with appropriately spooky decor and the atmosphere is quiet. Standing at the front of the room, however, is a young man with brown hair and a lithe, almost scrawny figure. He's standing in front of a white board and appears to be writing fragments of information across the surface.
Missing persons articles are tacked up on a bulletin board next to the white board, all connected together by an array of red string, lines drawn together in a seemingly haphazard pattern. Stacks of psychology books sit on the edge of the teacher's desk and on top of those books appears to be a résumé for one Zachariah Carlisle. He doesn't turn to face whomever has appeared in this time, but as you draw closer it becomes clear that the fragments on the board are lists of the series of events from the last two and a half years of your timeline, beginning with a date four months into this timeline's future. A hand reaches up and the figure before you writes your name on the board, along with a few brief facts about you before he turns, capping the marker and folding his arms over his chest.
"I can't tell if you're early or if you're late, but the future's kind of messed up, isn't it? How can I help?"
An empty classroom on the Recollé University campus is where this coordinate leads, and a quick glance at the calendar gives you an idea that it's Halloween. This particular classroom is decorated with appropriately spooky decor and the atmosphere is quiet. Standing at the front of the room, however, is a young man with brown hair and a lithe, almost scrawny figure. He's standing in front of a white board and appears to be writing fragments of information across the surface.
Missing persons articles are tacked up on a bulletin board next to the white board, all connected together by an array of red string, lines drawn together in a seemingly haphazard pattern. Stacks of psychology books sit on the edge of the teacher's desk and on top of those books appears to be a résumé for one Zachariah Carlisle. He doesn't turn to face whomever has appeared in this time, but as you draw closer it becomes clear that the fragments on the board are lists of the series of events from the last two and a half years of your timeline, beginning with a date four months into this timeline's future. A hand reaches up and the figure before you writes your name on the board, along with a few brief facts about you before he turns, capping the marker and folding his arms over his chest.
"I can't tell if you're early or if you're late, but the future's kind of messed up, isn't it? How can I help?"
V. The Lab of James Halliday, March 1954
Appearing in a waiting room, anyone who finds themselves utilizing these coordinates will be asked to sign in and provide their information for the doctor. There doesn't appear to be an exit to the waiting room, simply a hallway leading north and two halls leading east and west. The lab itself smells sterile and clean, white lights hanging from above as the receptionist (a young woman named Abigail, it seems) appears to be waiting for you to fill out your paperwork.
The turnaround time is almost instantaneous as you're ushered back into an examination room. The nurse is chatty and bubbly as she takes your vitals, writing down information as needed. While the nurse won't actually answer any of your questions about this place, she'll ask about your medical history. Regardless of your answer, she'll assure you of one thing.
"Dr. Halliday will take care of you, honey. Just relax. This will only hurt for a minute."
A prick to your skin is the last thing you feel as your eyes drift closed, an overwhelming sleepiness taking over as you fall into darkness.
The next time you awaken it's in an operating room and a young doctor's shining a flashlight into your eyes. Brown eyes peer at you inquisitively, and Dr. Halliday hums before turning back to his wall of specimens and vials of potions. Jars of half-formed creatures glow a sickly sort of green, all labeled with names such as "chimera" or "harpy" or "minotaur." There's another set of jars labeled names such as "Jet", "Rebecca" and "Dylan." Microscopes, petri dishes and several scalpels await on various tables in the room and the doctor hums again before he taps his finger to his chin.
"I believe I'd like to pick your brain for a moment. Just a moment! It's simply for research, you see." With a grand flourish, the doctor gestures to a computer in the corner along with several case files and notebooks of research. "To create the perfect hybrid…years of research will have to go into this, but gathering as much data as possible will help. These tests are quite simple." The doctor reaches over, opening a case of syringes and medical tools.
"We'll start with this one."
While it's possible to dodge the doctor, some of you may not be so quick and will feel another pinch, the effects of the syringe setting in almost seamlessly. Even if your mind becomes hazy, one thing is certain. You should probably get out of here, and quickly. Unfortunately for you, you'll have to find a space that your phone's signal will pick up and allow you to access the Retrospec app. It's a race against time and the orderlies in the lab approaching you, ready to strap you down for more research. The doctor's research is spread throughout the lab in the three separate operating rooms and three separate examination rooms, and upon further investigation it seems as though you (and whoever you came with) are on your own to find a way out.
Think fast; will you save yourselves, or will you try to obtain more information and stop this operation for good?
Appearing in a waiting room, anyone who finds themselves utilizing these coordinates will be asked to sign in and provide their information for the doctor. There doesn't appear to be an exit to the waiting room, simply a hallway leading north and two halls leading east and west. The lab itself smells sterile and clean, white lights hanging from above as the receptionist (a young woman named Abigail, it seems) appears to be waiting for you to fill out your paperwork.
The turnaround time is almost instantaneous as you're ushered back into an examination room. The nurse is chatty and bubbly as she takes your vitals, writing down information as needed. While the nurse won't actually answer any of your questions about this place, she'll ask about your medical history. Regardless of your answer, she'll assure you of one thing.
"Dr. Halliday will take care of you, honey. Just relax. This will only hurt for a minute."
A prick to your skin is the last thing you feel as your eyes drift closed, an overwhelming sleepiness taking over as you fall into darkness.
The next time you awaken it's in an operating room and a young doctor's shining a flashlight into your eyes. Brown eyes peer at you inquisitively, and Dr. Halliday hums before turning back to his wall of specimens and vials of potions. Jars of half-formed creatures glow a sickly sort of green, all labeled with names such as "chimera" or "harpy" or "minotaur." There's another set of jars labeled names such as "Jet", "Rebecca" and "Dylan." Microscopes, petri dishes and several scalpels await on various tables in the room and the doctor hums again before he taps his finger to his chin.
"I believe I'd like to pick your brain for a moment. Just a moment! It's simply for research, you see." With a grand flourish, the doctor gestures to a computer in the corner along with several case files and notebooks of research. "To create the perfect hybrid…years of research will have to go into this, but gathering as much data as possible will help. These tests are quite simple." The doctor reaches over, opening a case of syringes and medical tools.
"We'll start with this one."
While it's possible to dodge the doctor, some of you may not be so quick and will feel another pinch, the effects of the syringe setting in almost seamlessly. Even if your mind becomes hazy, one thing is certain. You should probably get out of here, and quickly. Unfortunately for you, you'll have to find a space that your phone's signal will pick up and allow you to access the Retrospec app. It's a race against time and the orderlies in the lab approaching you, ready to strap you down for more research. The doctor's research is spread throughout the lab in the three separate operating rooms and three separate examination rooms, and upon further investigation it seems as though you (and whoever you came with) are on your own to find a way out.
Think fast; will you save yourselves, or will you try to obtain more information and stop this operation for good?
VI. ??????
Perhaps you're the type to take matters into your own hands, or maybe you're simply curious. It seems as though the timeline-hopping portion of the Retrospec application allows users to input their own information, giving you the option to type in a place and a time of your own. Unlike the other coordinates, however, the moment you shift to this new time a countdown timer appears.
One hour. You have one hour to see your past or your future history, what could possibly happen in this timeline and what may be waiting for you. While this may seem like a wonderful opportunity, do take care…even the slightest change in your timeline may impact the world at large.
Are you the kind who wishes to study the dinosaurs up close? Or maybe you just want to go backwards to cram in extra studying for your finals. There doesn't seem to be a limit on locations, and the application appears to be programmed to understand regardless of how obscure it seems.
Take your time exploring, adventurers. You may learn something new.
Perhaps you're the type to take matters into your own hands, or maybe you're simply curious. It seems as though the timeline-hopping portion of the Retrospec application allows users to input their own information, giving you the option to type in a place and a time of your own. Unlike the other coordinates, however, the moment you shift to this new time a countdown timer appears.
One hour. You have one hour to see your past or your future history, what could possibly happen in this timeline and what may be waiting for you. While this may seem like a wonderful opportunity, do take care…even the slightest change in your timeline may impact the world at large.
Are you the kind who wishes to study the dinosaurs up close? Or maybe you just want to go backwards to cram in extra studying for your finals. There doesn't seem to be a limit on locations, and the application appears to be programmed to understand regardless of how obscure it seems.
Take your time exploring, adventurers. You may learn something new.
NOTES.
Welcome torecolle's May event log!
A few notes about the prompts for this one:
Prompt II: You are free to NPC your own fights with the Founders! They will not speak, but you may use their styles of fighting to create your own scenarios and decide if your characters win or not. If you'd like to encounter Vanderweele and try to defeat him, please see the comment linked in prompt II.
Prompt III: Likewise, you are free to NPC your own fights with the flying creatures on this planet if you don't want an assignment from Wendy. These creatures are fairly ruthless and will attempt to tear people apart to steal their soul energy but they will turn into dust once defeated. Likewise, you may explore the city of this planet itself. Strangely, it's similar to Recollé.
Prompt V: You may also NPC your own routes and encounters in the lab. Orderlies will attempt to chase characters down to strap to tables and continue running experiments, and characters will come across several jars of specimens and research, but the exit can be found in the northmost hallway to make the jump back.
You can claim three freebies on this log!
-Players may claim one freebie for a thread involving a jump to another time. This must be at least 5 comments from you.
-Players may claim one freebie for a thread engaging with something in the time jump whether that's writing out a new rule, helping with the battle, speaking to an npc or etc. This must be at least 5 comments from you.
-Players may claim one freebie for exploring their own coordinates. This must be at least 5 comments from you.
Finally, any questions you have regarding this event may be directed to the mod comment here. Be sure to review the mods' question thread on the plotting post for additional information as well!
Welcome to
recolle's May event log!A few notes about the prompts for this one:
Prompt II: You are free to NPC your own fights with the Founders! They will not speak, but you may use their styles of fighting to create your own scenarios and decide if your characters win or not. If you'd like to encounter Vanderweele and try to defeat him, please see the comment linked in prompt II.
Prompt III: Likewise, you are free to NPC your own fights with the flying creatures on this planet if you don't want an assignment from Wendy. These creatures are fairly ruthless and will attempt to tear people apart to steal their soul energy but they will turn into dust once defeated. Likewise, you may explore the city of this planet itself. Strangely, it's similar to Recollé.
Prompt V: You may also NPC your own routes and encounters in the lab. Orderlies will attempt to chase characters down to strap to tables and continue running experiments, and characters will come across several jars of specimens and research, but the exit can be found in the northmost hallway to make the jump back.
You can claim three freebies on this log!
-Players may claim one freebie for a thread involving a jump to another time. This must be at least 5 comments from you.
-Players may claim one freebie for a thread engaging with something in the time jump whether that's writing out a new rule, helping with the battle, speaking to an npc or etc. This must be at least 5 comments from you.
-Players may claim one freebie for exploring their own coordinates. This must be at least 5 comments from you.
Finally, any questions you have regarding this event may be directed to the mod comment here. Be sure to review the mods' question thread on the plotting post for additional information as well!
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Dumb as a sack of bricks, you know I had him over for pancakes under pretenses, I dropped a major hint, essentially saying "Sooo, me "inviting" you to test pancakes made from a rice cooker...that doesn't make you ask "why me?" instead of the guy who told me about it?"
Do you wanna guess his answer?
[Al's face goes deadpan]
Are you shitting me? If he does the same thing to you as he does Wesker, I'm surprised someone hasn't murdered him yet.
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Had a dream where he ran into that girl back there whose family we're trying to fix. [herself. she can say herself. right?] She punched him in the gut a couple times. Dude totally deserved it. So what Jethro Tull-ass thick as a brick answer did he end up giving you?
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Oh yeah, totally deesseerrrvvveeddd it, please tell me it was extra hard with super robot strength.
And his answer was... "I don't care"...ookkkaaay sherlock, we will leave that right there...since you can't get a clue if it bit you in the ass.
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[she's actually really relieved that she's not the only one who's had consistent problems trying to get Derek to listen and get a fucking clue. he's made her feel like she was the dumbass way too many times, but nope, it's definitely him.]
I'd almost be amazed at the dude if he weren't so frustrating. I tell you about the time—ha, actually, shit, this is about Beth. I was standing in front of a paper lantern with Beth's name on it, ready to send it off and he just started talking about how good his relationship with his sister is.
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But I trust you gave him a really good punch?
[Considering Derek punched Al when they were trying to make peace, yeah Al has some bitter AF feelings toward him, but, he is family, so Al is trying to forgive him.
Success varies on the day and hearing stories like this about Derek, has mixed effects on him.]
He does love Amanda a lot...can't belive he would shove her in like that
[There was a bit of an angry flare behind those words, bet he wouldn't have punched Amanda if she was as fucked up as Al was...but...he is his brother, moronic brother but a brother]
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[she shakes her head, then puts a hand on her hip and gets them to the greeting card section of this store she'd guided them to. not a bunch of stuff there, but enough to get her point across.]
I'll just write something in a card for her instead. What are you thinking? You see any that say "sorry I fucked up super bad and left our family in shambles"?
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[Al looks through some of the cards and shakes his head before grinning a little]
Na, although if you really wanted to fuck with them...
[Al pulls out a card that says "I'm pregnant"]
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[but she appreciates the effort, and she's smirking as she says it.]
Nice hustle, though. Nah, I'm looking for something that, like. Probably one of these "blank inside" ones, yeah? I'm not gonna pour my heart out to Beth or anything, but I wanna cover some bases. Make sure she knows that I still care about her.
[she shakes her head as she puts down another card. this time there's less of a grin on her face.]
This whole trip has me in a weird headspace. Normally I wouldn't even tell people I have a sister. Much less that I miss her.
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Hence why it would be such a mind fuck.
[Al just nods gently]
Well, your almost litterally reliving it again, and that's hard shit, even if your part robot.
Unless your telling me you can assasinate memories then I have a few I would like to get rid of.
[Al's tone is off from what his words are saying, but he has good intensions]
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[is it? it probably isn't. it's just data. she was... in that dreamscape, right? where everything was data? that's. jesus, was she inside her own CPU? whatever. that's not even. that's not what he's talking about and she knows it, and she gently shakes her head to clear the thought from her mind like an etch-a-sketch.]
Dude, I don't even remember when I started telling people I had a sister. I guess if this works out, though, it won't be something I have to hide, you know? Hell, maybe I can convince her to move to the city. [a beat.] ...Or maybe not. Don't know if I want her to get caught up in all this shit. Frying pans and fires, yeah?
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[Al reflects for a moment, can he...well, yeah he can trace when he started to change...
wait...would that go into Derek territory if he started talking about that?]
I guess for me, I have the benefit of the app making me go "HOLY SHIT...okay, time to actively try to shape up"
But I imagine it's hard for most people to really trace when they started to change, and if Beth is as tough as you are, then she would wimp out just cause our city is crazy.
If she doesn't then you know she is safe, win-win.
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She might not be as tough as I am, but we can't all be turning into literal robots, you know? I mean, last time I talked to Beth, she wanted to be a professional soccer player and a first-chair cellist. She's more motivated in a day than I am in a month.
[and Anna closes her eye, then reaches blindly for another card. it and her eye open at the same time, but she's not really paying attention to it.]
No idea if that's actually how she is anymore. If my parents decided to go easy on her and let her find her own way, or if that's actually what she wants to do. But I guess that's what this whole thing is about, right?
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Well, she might not literally have hard skin, but I'd bet she's tough on the inside, especially if she wanted to do all that.
[What if's, how things could have been...yeah, Al can understand that]
Well, hopefully, you'll find out
[He has no idea what he is doing, just wants to try to be generally more helpful than harmful]
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She definitely is. And, like... I don't know, dude. Thanks for convincing me she wasn't a total lost cause, I guess?
[she shakes her head and picks up a card that just reads "my deepest condolences", and that... feels like something she would've sent her sister, yeah. she nods.]
I'm still gonna be here for a bit, I think. Trying to figure out the right thing to tell her to see if it changes anything. But I appreciate it.
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[Or in other words "you helped me, so I help you", things are simple like that for him, he is 100% being legit, but he sounds like it's a bit of a joke.]
Take your time, it's an important letter, got my own little time travelling trip to figure out in the meantime.
[Given his intent here, he sounds pretty stone cold as if he was just passing by]
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[she looks around to try to make sure that they aren't saying too much. it isn't easy when she already feels like a fucking action movie reject just from the way she looks. at least she can hide being a robot well enough under her clothes.]
Maybe ix-nay on the ime-tay avel-tray while we're in here? Don't know if the app's gonna cover that, yeah?
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I suppose other then app stuff, seeing mom and dad getting shot as if it were a shitty disney film noir then being chased by cops along with sad times, doesn't exactly leave me with many friends, and since people keep dropping, I keep getting lonely as fuck.
Also goes without saying, I want to punch Derek in the face but that's a seperate thing.
Annnd no idea what you said...but I'm not going to double T now, just have to try to think about what to say to her, if I do that at all.
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[talking about time travel, bad. cursing in front of god and jesus and everyone, still fine, apparently. Anna's got some good priorities.]
I feel you on the people falling off the app thing. [it's all she feels qualified talking about, really.] Hope you never did the idiot thing and thought that you could date anyone on the app. Every last person I was interested in fell off.
It's enough to give a girl a complex, running out of people this fast.
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Conga line of shit? Gotta use that one next time, but since we are all on the app now, we all have it, just a matter of how long and thick that line is.
But, I got ya...Most people I tried to befriend on the app tend to drop...which, I know it's no one's fault but...still...I wish I could have kept them, let them see that putting up with all my bullshit wasn't for nothing[He terribly misses Lina, along with several others, but Lina is on the top of the list to be sure.]
I don't exactly think of myself as dating material quite yet, although one girl might disagree with me, but she thinks I'm a hero, so, don't think she counts since she is biased.
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[she's lying to herself. Lillian, Astin, they don't give a shit about her anymore. Rose still does, but not in the same way. but if she can pretend hard enough, maybe it'll make Al feel better.]
Just think about what you've been through to get where you are now. Would the you of last year ever imagine you were in a place like this? Doing what we're all getting ready to do? [this is of course what she has to tell herself more often than she'd prefer.] Don't need other people to see that if you already know it's true for yourself.
[this isn't helping. she doesn't think it's helping.]
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Yeah..I guess so, someone else said that deep inside their soul, they remember, since when they reconnect they remember again, so...maybe in a way they still do...I still miss them though...
It's...kinda hard to really see, cause, well...I just don't want to be alone anymore, if I met you a year or two ago, I would just avoid stealing from you, maybe slip a bill or two when you weren't looking if someone was an asshole to you at the most but I was just concerned with surviving...someone who dropped now helped me to see that not everything had to be tied to living or dying and since then, I wanted more...just trying really hard to get it without hurting people.
Not exactly the most heroic thing ever.
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[christ, put a cigarette in her mouth and let her stare off into the sunset already. she looks down at him and pats his shoulder. it's awkward. she's bad at it. this was a mistake and she pulls her hand back to her side.]
We're just people, and we're doing our best to keep ourselves and the people we care about safe. Sometimes we need a kick in the ass to tell us what that's supposed to look like. But as long as you're not out here picking fights and attacking people for no good reason? You're doing okay. [there's a flash of... something in her memory. something she used to think about A2. thank god she was wrong.]
Everything else follows after that. And if that counts as heroic? We need to sit down with society and have a long talk about heroism.
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Holy sweet crap he has changed.]
I guess I can live with that, I just remember how being a hero was in my last life...and, even though it just, seems like it would be exhausting to do, I think I kinda want to do a little bit of it. If anything else, to really give my old man the finger, undoing all the evil crime lord shit he's ever done.
[Al facepalms himself after a few seconds of letting that sit]
God, when the hell did I get this sentimental and idealistic?
Any more and I'm going to be giving out fucking rainbows and cookies for the warm fuzzies.
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Don't discount the importance of rainbows and cookies. [another halfhearted grin. christ, she's in a better mood already. weird how being around people and not isolating yourself will do that.]
We're all doing shit we never thought we'd do. Me, I think I'm gonna chill at that bus stop and figure out the best way to tell my sister what the deal is. I'm probably not gonna be the best company for your whole... timeline surfing stuff, but, like. I got your back on it. You're gonna be good.
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Well, that's what girl scouts are for, isn't it?
Fuck, I now want some girl scout cookies now and it's your fault [He is being lighthearted and joking around, it's not exactly the worst crime in the world.]
Yeah, that's true, I never thought I would even try to help out other people with their shit, and so far, I'm doing better than Derek, so, must be doing something right. [That's a low bar...try not to trip on it.]
Ya want me around? or Buzz off and leave you alone? I'm not sure I'm...ready, to do that yet, but thank you, good to know you got my back. [He is actually feeling a lot better about going back, if she can do it, why not him?]