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FEBRUARY EVENT LOG

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FOUNDER'S DAY
It's finally here. This is the day the city has been waiting for. It's a day like no other when every resident of Recollé can be found buzzing with energy and excitement. Shops open early. The Recollé High School and University marching bands begin to play, and over in Tribunal Terrace Mayor Mayer strides up to the microphone atop his beloved giant chicken, Seabiscuit.

--wait, giant chicken? You're sure the Mayor has something important to say, but all you can do is focus on the fact that Seabiscuit didn't have bright red feathers the day before. The rest of the Mayor's speech may not get through to you, but it's his last sentence that makes everything official.

"Welcome to Founder's Day! Let's do our part and celebrate the city that we love."

I.
All of the hard work from the days prior has paid off. The weather is slightly brisk with no chance of snowfall until well into the evening and businesses are booming. Shopkeepers and employees working today will have their hands full taking orders from customers and keeping up with demands. Maybe that 50% off deal on wool-knit scarves wasn't such a great idea. On the other hand, residents that aren't working today will find the streets pleasantly busy. Chata has plenty of sidewalk sales to peruse. Music and the scent of cinnamon-sweet coffee will surely lure some people to the businesses in Tisse. School is closed for the day but an open campus tour runs a few times a day at the university, and the Founder's Day play is performed once in the morning and once in the evening at the Atrium.

Are you enjoying a day with your friends? Or are you stuck behind a register wishing you were? Wherever you may be, the spirit of Founder's Day is all around you.

II.
At noon sharp, the bands strikes up again as crowds gather around Tribunal Terrace. Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the main attraction! That's right, it's time for the annual Founder's Day Parade featuring the city's newly elected royalty: King Kurt Wagner, Queen Maya Aimoto, Prince Ryoji Mochizuki, Princess Rose Strider, Duke Viktor Nikiforov, and Duchess Arlene Sinclair. The marching bands play with gusto as they stride through the streets, the Recollé High and Recollé University cheerleaders right behind them. Beautiful floats follow in their wake, all decorated with flowers and depicting the historical events of the city. One thing that's different this year, however, is the addition of beads from the King and Queen's float at the end of the parade. The Recollé Royalty's float-helpers sit on the edge of the float tossing colored strands of beads and candy to the audience below. Most residents may not notice, but the beads seem to be shaped like a new logo some residents are quickly becoming familiar with.

Residents will find that wearing the beads will produce some interesting results though. Are you on a romantic date? Your beads might slowly turn red with passion. Are you nervous about one of those floats suddenly veering off and rolling down the hill? Your beads might turn pitch black. No matter what district you're in after the parade these beads will respond to your current mood, and even if you take them off they seem to mysteriously turn back up in your pocket. If you take them off and try to get rid of them often enough, they might just appear around your neck, and you won't be able to remove them for the rest of the day. Then again, this doesn't seem to be a rule so much as a pattern. Perhaps you'll be lucky enough to ditch the beads to your pocket instead of having them prominently displayed no matter how many times you do away with them. Talk about wearing your heart on your sleeve. What's up with that?

The beads may not be everyone's first priority. After all, once the parade's said and done someone has to be on clean-up duty. Will you volunteer?

III.
Later, back at Tribunal Terrace, residents who passed by a large metal truck earlier in the week will quickly see what all of the fuss was about as Mayor Mayer walks Seabiscuit down the street, monitoring over a small, gated pen for Chocobo-back rides. You know the Mayor used to own a horse. Seabiscuit has always been a beautiful Palamino with a shimmering coat. Asking most of the other residents, however, will earn you a concerned look. Recollé has always been home to Chocobos. What's a horse?

Nearby there's a petting zoo that has been set up by the same company. Thankfully, those animals look familiar. Goats, sheep, bunnies and other small animals reside in the petting zoo. Are you the type to feed them? Or are you stuck on pooper-scooper duty? Gross.

The Chocobos themselves seem friendly enough, though the little ones are prone to nipping at hair and fingers. Are you brave enough to get closer to take a better look at these mysterious creatures? Do try to be careful...especially since some of them are prone to running away and relocating themselves in other parts of the city. Seems like even the Chocobos want the Founder's Day special from Expressive.

IV.
Mayor Mayer, as good and true as he is, isn't one of the most careful people in the city of Recollé. It would make sense to keep Seabiscuit away from the city's pride and joy, the world's largest ball of red string. If you've been in Recollé for any length of time, you'll immediately recognize the ball. Large enough to see from any district, the ball has been wound and displayed near City Hall for years.

Too bad Seabiscuit isn't one for tradition and this creature does startle easily. It's hard to say what caused the poor thing to become so scared that it kicked the ball right off of its pedestal, but once it starts rolling there's no stopping it. The red ball of string picks up pace, rolling down the streets and unraveling to tangle up anyone in its path.

The string winds its way around the city and all districts, seemingly pulling people in and tying them up with at least one other person. It seems that the only way to undo this mayhem is to find your other half and work together to unravel yourselves.

BONUS.
You don't remember that building in Tisse being there. Was it there before? Perhaps it was empty in the days prior to Founder's Day, but today a small neon sign illuminates the front of the building with the name of its current business.

Retrospec. Huh. Isn't that the name of that app that installed itself on your mobile device? As you've noticed by now, all aspects of the app are available to use. But there's still something ominous about that building. If you're brave enough to go inside, you'll find…

…nothing. The building appears to be empty save for a few chairs in a waiting room-type area and a large fake potted plant in the corner. There appears to be several doors and even an elevator, but it seems no matter how hard you try you can't access any of those. What a waste of time. (And why isn't there a staircase?) There's really no point in staying here when the festival's outside waiting for you. When you try to open the front door to exit though it appears to have locked behind you. Are you alone? Hopefully you aren't alone, that would be quite dreadful.

Of course, you can try a few things to break out. You can try ramming down the door for example. That won't work, but you may certainly try. Though the city is full of creative people with undoubtedly interesting methods of breaking free, residents locked inside Retrospec will find that the only way to open the door is by using the Retrospec app to post a status update, comment to someone else's status, or post a picture from their Founder's Day adventures. Is there a right or wrong way to do this? That's for you to find out. Time to get creative and maybe make a few new friends!

Welcome to

recolle's February event! As a reminder, all characters will be begin in-game AU'd as Recollé residents. As with our TDM, you may use any of the above prompts for ideas or make up your own depicting your Recollé AU! Prompts do not have to be set in the districts listed above. You can review our list of locations for what's available and be as creative as you'd like.

As a note, the effects from the beads in the second prompt can last throughout the month if you would like, but will fade as soon as February is over. Additionally, you may post Retrospec updates in your top-levels on this log for the bonus prompt if you wish to keep everything in one place.

As another note, by participating in this log in a thread with five or more comments from you, you are eligible for one free memory regain! This means you can claim a memory without a trigger required. Please see our monthly plotting post for more details.

Any questions you have regarding this event may be directed to the mod comment here.

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Wait!!

[Like in so many sitcoms, Kurt panics and tries to scramble to the door once it opens, only for it to close and both of them to be stuck in here. He jiggles at the door, only to face defeat when it won't open.]

Great... Now we're both stuck here. They say that two's company, but I'm starting to doubt it!

[He sighs and shakes his head.]

If you find a complaints department though, now that'll really make my day.

What do you mean, we're both stuck here?

( Yuri frowns, spinning on his heel to look between Kurt and the door whose handle he's been jiggling. Realisation dawns slowly, the light in Yuri's head coming on as he registers what Kurt might mean.

And his jaw drops. )

Are you freaking kidding me?! Doors aren't supposed to lock from the outside!

( Needless to say, he stalks back over to the door and promptly tries opening it, to no avail. Even planting a foot on the opposite door to focus on getting one side open produces nothing other than the apparent fact Yuri could indeed plant his foot at the same level of the handle with no difficulty. )

What is this, a cover for an organ harvesting ring?!

( Probably not, Yuri, but nice sense of frustrated dramatics. )

[He just gives a defeated shrug as Yuri tries to open the door. But then he just looks plain confused at the other boy's conclusion.]

What - why is that the first idea you jump to?! [He looks around anxiously, but there's no sign of anything that looks very... organ harvest-y.]

But the rest of what you said? Pretty legit. Locks aren't supposed to work like that. And the other doors and the elevator won't open either. Something's totally bogus about this whole thing!

( does he think it's really going to happen? Yuri frowns, shooting Kurt a look before he stalks back toward the potted plant to check out if it has any hidden cameras or microphones or a key. something. he'd go for a magic button too at this point. )

Because I've watched too many horror movies or something.

( he hasn't, he can just jump to extremes if he feels like being creative. )

If it's that bogus, it's a deliberate set up. But for what? This shit's taking over our technology and — wait, you do have that shitty app too, right?

( he sits back on his heels, looking back up to the older guy. )

Retrospec? [He then whips out his phone and flashes the screen towards the other boy with his profile open.]

You bet I got it, dude! Read it and weep! I got so many comments, I don't even know what to do with them!

[He sounds entirely smug about it and sways his hips in a mild victory dance. Of course, even from a glimpse at the screen Yuri might be able to find a snippet of his own conversation with Kurt.]

( Ah... yes, that's enough for him to catch on to what (more, who) he may be dealing with. He's not 100%, but Yuri takes his chances often enough that he decides on quipping: )

That could use some work, Fuzzy.

( With regards to Kurt's mild victor dance. Past that, he returns to inspecting the potted plant. It does little more than persist in being a potted plant, and not even a particularly nice one. He sinks down onto his knees and ducks over sideways, tipping the pot up to check out the bottom with a grunt of effort. )

That's why you're here, isn't it. Retrospec.

Hey, don't doubt Fuzzy's moves!

[He says teasingly, without realizing who the blonde boy is. He then follows him curiously and tries to peer over his shoulder as he investigates the plant.]

Of course! I had to see what was up with the hottest new exclusive app in town! Super exclusive... [It's weird how a fair amount of the city's populace seem to have gotten the app, but everyone else is completely clueless about it.]

Man, what's up with that plant, though? Think it's hiding a secret tunnel?

Based on what I've just seen, I'm doubting. I'm doubting hard.

( He says offhand, but it's distracted, considering he's still engaged in trying to find some kind of obvious pull or switch or button or anything. Anything to indicate how they get out of here.

Setting the pot back down, he glances over his shoulder at Kurt and lifts an eyebrow. )

Organ thieves are a big leap in logic, but secret tunnels aren't? No, I was just hoping there'd be some kind of lock switch or something. Or even a camera.

( He takes to examining the trunk of the plant, then its leaves. Turning up nothing other than dust, which hardly feels incriminating. (Is the soil... he stares down. Does he need to dig around in dirt.) )

If this is being recorded, it'd at least be a hint about what they mean. See anything like a security camera?

Dude, secret tunnels are totally more legit! [He asserts.] Those kind of things are everywhere! [And after a beat, he adds.] Is your idea really more... organ-ic?

[He chuckles at that, and then he looks around for a camera.]

A security camera? Man, I think I noticed one up on one of the walls... but you know, these days they can hide those bad boys anywhere without you even knowing. Say hi to candid camera!

( He snorts, a sound partway between amused and not; the roll of his eyes indicates that Kurt's pun at least registers as somewhat amusing, dismissed as it is after the fact. )

Candid camera can knock it the fuck off. Fuzzy, Kurt, whatever your name was — how long were you in here before I came by?

( He kicks at the pot, deciding he'll leave pot digging for a final option. He's just not interested in that level of dirt without a purpose. )

Dude, language! [He scratches at his head uncertainly.].

But, um... It had to be around ten minutes?

( Kurt gets an incredulous look for the censorship on language; he could be so much worse, but really? Really. )

Obviously no one else was here when you got in... so either people are getting out, or we're the only two guys with the bright idea to go poking around in a home office for this bullshit company.

( What was that about language? Yuri pulls out his phone, checking the time. He frowns. He doesn't want to be here for more than another ten minutes, but that much time? Sure. He can be patient, even as he starts pacing up and down the length of the enclosed room. Okay... this is fine.

This is so totally fine. )

[He just looks sheepish at the look that Yuri gives him, and then he watches as he paces around.]

Good point... What are the odds that we're the only ones? So there's got to be a way out! [But all of that pacing is distracting.] ...Are you collecting your thoughts?

( He pauses, spinning around to slam his foot against one of the poor lobby chairs. )

Yes.

( Collecting thoughts that don't add up to much of anything at all. )

We can't be the only ones. In what, two hundred people? I know I wasn't the only one who thought this was shady. Plus I keep running into people with the app...

( He clucks his tongue, wishing that meant more to him than it really does. He pulls up the app in question, scrolling through the main page to see if anyone's made comment on this situation. )

No one's saying they've been here. We could ask...

( But he's still reading, and there is so much bull to shift through. People really did go nuts on the first. Who knew? )

[Kurt leans forward as he watches the other boy deliberate, hanging onto his every word.]

Ask who? Ask who?!

[A beat.]

Dude, did you get online?

Just on the app. You can get onto that thing from anywhere.

( True. Weird, creepy, and true. )

... What, really? How does that even work?

[He whips out his own phone and tries. ...And he quickly succeed.]

Whoa!! Total spooksville, man!

No idea. It shouldn't, but it does.

( then again he figured this out on day one, because it was his prerogative to poke at the freaky app with his two friends and also his instructors. which made it better, and also worse.

scrolling down, he sighs out in frustration, glancing to Kurt. )

I still don't get the Fuzzy thing, Fuzzy, but since you apparently have legions of devoted, adoring fans on this thing, why don't you post and ask them to help you out?

Hey, now there's an idea! Loyal fans won't turn away from a chance to help out da man!

[He quickly types up a post on Retrospec.

Yo homedogs
Come find me at the Retrospec building
Free autographs! :D

But then as he posts that, the door clicks...]

( Yuri hears that flick, eyes flying wide open as he turns from watching Kurt butter up his fans to bolting, full stop, for the door. He lunges to take hold of the handle and yank it toward himself, spinning so that his back is pressed against the door and holding it open, ready to warn off whoever was coming through.

No one's there.

Somehow, he finds that even more creepy. Regardless, he motions for Kurt to make his movie: )

Come on, Fuzzy! Let's get out of here before they find a way to lock us in again!

Whoa! [He stares in surprise for a moment, and then he cheers as he leaps towards the door.]

Alright! The Fuzzy man's fans know how to solve a problem!

[Then he passes right through the door and breaks into a victory dance.]

Aw yeah, who's the man!

( Yuri presumes that Kurt thinks one of the fans Kurt has on Retrospec are who he means; he rolls his eyes and glares at the door they've both left behind. )

I don't see any of your fans here, but...

( he trails off, watching that victory dance. may he never need to see it again. it's...

... it sure is happening. )

[It is indeed happening, and it is very much a thing.]

Well, what matters is we're out of here! Now we're free to live it up, aw yeah!

... Yeah.

( he scoffs, but he's AS RELIEVED. and giving Kurt a backward wave. )

Looking forward to not dancing with you again in the future, K-fuzz.

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