EVENT LOG
number 002
The hotel humbly hopes that you're settling in well and are taking advantage of the various pleasures on offer for your stay. In Mr Bennet's opinion, things have been going quite well and he doesn't think that the guests are unhappy at all. New guests have arrived, some have left, it's all going along perfectly. So, of course, this is when the next troublesome thing pops up.
SHADOWS
One morning, characters will find the hotel to be a little dimmer than usual, a little more shadowy. Yet if anyone asks Mr Bennet about it, he will claim to not have noticed anything different than usual. Either way, as the characters move on with their day, they'll start to notice a few odd things start to happen. PHASE ONE: Initially, characters will notice their shadow beginning to move a little out of sync with them. Discreetly at first until eventually, their shadow takes on a life of its own, mischievously playing with characters and enjoying their newfound freedom. Very Peter Pan, and completely harmless.
PHASE TWO: Now, shadows might disappear entirely, roaming the hotel to their own discretion and ignoring the characters they belong to. As the shadow takes on this free will, characters will begin to feel slightly off balance and have a hard time feeling whole without their shadow around. The shadow may become slightly aggressive as well if told they should return to their characters, fighting back in their own way from knocking things over to outright attacking other characters. It's a little hard to fight back though when your opponent is a shadow, isn't it?
PHASE THREE: The shadows have become fully aggressive now, fighting anyone who tries to get them to return to their original person. Characters will find themselves feeling weak and low energy as a result of losing their shadow. Eventually, the shadows will come back to their owners but the characters will find themselves sinking into their shadow, eventually changing places entirely with their shadow. The only way to rescue a character from this fate is for another character to pull them out of their shadow forcibly. The bright side is once a character is pulled out of their shadow, it all returns to normal and their shadow is no longer sentient. These phases will last over the course of the week and it is quite alright to stay in phase one/two/three. Not all shadows will become aggressive, not all shadows will be playful. Feel free to manipulate your character's shadow in the way that's most fun for you.
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as he stands back up with the defiled slice in one hand, Bruno hums, apparently taking her idea into serious consideration. It's not a bad one, by any means. But... ]
The problem is that it's impossible for a living being not to cast shadows. Even if we were standing in a room made of light, there would be places the shadows could hide. For instance, inside of our mouths, or under our clothes.
[ source: a guy who deals with insane stand powers all the time ]
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... Yeah, true. But it could shoo them off for a bit, right? Maybe give them the idea that we're not gonna just stand here and take it.
Sometimes something like this just needs a reminder that shenanigans are not acceptable.
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[ thankfully, he tosses the sullied pizza slice in the garbage rather than eating it before moving on to pick up the rest of the befouled pie and its box. ]
I won't stop you from trying it if you can find enough lights.
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A hotel this big definitely has to have some somewhere. Probably.
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Putting them all together might make them stronger... Be careful.
[ in his mind, he's imagining all the shadows combining. ]
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[In true JRPG fashion!]
Take down the boss and we'll be good to go!
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This isn't a video game, you know.
[ he........ thinks she's referring to video games, at least?! based entirely on conversations he's overheard his younger companions having... ]
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Yeah, I know that! You know--the boss fight. With the big bad monster that's gathered all of its strength and now you can take 'em out in one fell swoop.
[listen sometimes you're just from a world where that term is used quite literally.]
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[ ... probably. he doesn't actually know. ]
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[She can't argue it, but also...!]
But it might not. Especially if we all come together to handle it all at once.
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You've got ambition.
[ throwing out the rest of the pizza before dusting off his hands. ]
Do you get into fights often?
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[She dumps her now empty plate into the trash as well, and glances down at his fancy and now pizza'd shoe.]
Want to go find a shoe-cleaning place here? The hotel's probably fancy enough to have something like that.
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Sure. There's a floor that looks like a mall - there could be one there. [ he gestures for her to go on ahead of him. Ladies first! ] What's your job?
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I'm a freelance Devil Summoner now, you could say. Previously, my job was saving the world.
[Ever-so-casually.]
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That's a hell of a resume.
[ spoken expectantly as he follows after. At this point, he doesn't disbelieve her, but... ]
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[She just shrugs a little bit, casual.]
But I think, given it's just the purpose I was made for, it's not really that impressive. My human companions who fought really hard to make sure the world didn't end were lots more impressive.
WEHG i know this is late feel free to drop...
[ it's getting weirder... he's squinting at her, now, looking for some kind of tell that she's artificial. No Frankenstein-esque neck bolts that he can see. ]
♥♥♥
[No bolts, no seams, looks like a regular old body!!]
Are you from a time where that's familiar?
i hold cal gentle like hamburger
[ a beat; his stride slows. ]
Wait. [ sounding quite serious as he holds out his own: ] Give me your hand.
am borger
There ya go. Now what?
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[ it feels... like a normal hand? It's even warm like one. Brow furrowing, he squeezes, probably a little harder than would be polite. Surely he'll feel some kind of metal resistance or something? ]
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She squeezes his hand back, laughing.]
I told you that these bodies are created to mimic humans as much as possible.
I even bleed, if you stab me.
IF THIS ISN'T OKAY LET ME KNOW... LMFAO
[ surreptitiously, he taps his thumb against the top of her hand. If what she says is true - and, despite his skepticism, he's inclined to believe what people say - then he can't imagine a robot will be able to see Stands; therefore, he wordlessly unzips a small portion of the skin on her hand open, assuming the action will be invisible to her, in hopes that he'll be able to see some kind of machinery beneath the surface. It's not painful, nor is it doing her any actual physical damage - Bruno has no intention to hurt her, after all - but it certainly looks weird and alarming... because if she's used to seeing the supernatural, it most definitely will not be invisible like he thinks. ]
TOTALLY GUCCI
Anyway, she's immediately griping.]
I know, right? What's the point in giving us pain receptors? It just makes the job harder and totally sucks! And--
[... hello???
That's very weird and very alarming even by the scale of things she's gotten used to. She trails off, staring at her own hand and then slowly turning her attention back to him. (Well, her HP is okay, so...)
Uh... IT'S... BLOOD AND TENDONS AND THINGS IN THERE, I... THINK?? I have no good answers 4 u.]
... I feel like you should ask for permission first.
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there is absolutely nothing of note inside of her hand, and so Bucciarati begins zipping it back up, even less convinced than before that she's an AI. Why she would lie about something like that, he doesn't know, but everything he's seen, heard and felt says that she's just another human. Case in point: she can apparently see his Stand. His eyes flick up to hers at once, expression remaining steely. ]
You gave me your hand.
[ that was agreement for him to do whatever he was going to do with it, clearly!! Finally, he releases her. ]
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