Event Log #002

[caelumstaff]

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. NAV | PREMISE | RULES | FAQ | TAKEN hotelcaelum | caelumserver | caelumooc

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[vecna]

Yes.

[And he can answer that easily. Without pause.]

I've spent too much of my life under someone else's thumb. I'm not going to let it happen here, too.

[velluminous]

[ something strange lights up in Sprezzatura's dark eyes at that, a little more life. ]

Good.

[vecna]

[He's already watching her expression ever since she tilted his chin downwards, so he catches that look. That little spark of fire. How... strange. He's not sure he expected affirmation.

Henry huffs out an acerbic, tired sound.]

Maybe I really didn't give you enough credit.

[velluminous]

Don't you? [ oh, the way an admission like that makes her want to get absolutely furious, to start pulling hair out by the fistfuls—and not her own. even here. even here, she's still seen as little more than a fucking footnote. she could just about scream, if she had only an ounce more energy to actually do it... but all that rises up is a bubble that sticks in her throat painfully before popping.

faucet, back on again. she cups her palms underneath until they are overflowing ] You may join ranks with everyone else, then!

[vecna]

[He’s found it. A raw, sore spot. An eking wound that makes her bare her fangs at anyone who so much as grazes past it. Everyone has one, and he often manages to find it, even if Henry has more stumbled headfirst into it than plucked it free from its tapestry.

Interesting, that anger. Just how far down does it burrow? To her core, like his own? Henry speaks over the hiss of the faucet.]

I’d rather you not lump me in with everyone else. I won’t make that mistake again.

[velluminous]

You all make it once. [ lumping again. grunts beneath her breath and leans her head down to splash her face. the way her horns jut from her brow means she has to angle her face away from the mirror, that she can't quite bend over the sink. she rubs the cool, quickly warming, water over her face and neck, then sighs... rests on her elbows on the counter's edge. ] I am too tired to argue with you.

[vecna]

I'm not arguing. [Says Henry Creel, arguing.] It's a compliment, coming from me.

[That someone might defy his expectations, because those expectations are often unyielding, and always unflattering.

But even he lets out something that sounds like a sigh, lowering the handkerchief to see the blood blotted across it. His nose, at least, has stopped its trickle.]

...You need to put ice on that.

[By the way. That bruise of hers.]

[velluminous]

[ don't tell me what to do, she thinks. too tired to argue aloud, maybe. ]

Look at me again and tell me if you think ice will be helping.

[vecna]

[Excuse you, maybe that was an actual suggestion to help you, ma'am. (Not seeing the irony in him being equally stubborn when she's trying to help him.)]

Turn your head this way. Let me get a good look at it.

[velluminous]

[ with a scowly set to her jaw, she turns her head his direction. Sprezzatura Vaux bruises easily; there's already a dark burgundy blossom of blood pooling under the surface of her skin, right there at the point of her chin. she hit the floor hard. ]

[vecna]

[She must have. Nothing to be done about the burst blood cells beneath her skin at this rate, though Henry still leans minutely in to inspect, eyes drifting across her face.]

The ice will stop the swelling, at least.

[velluminous]

[ she finds herself leaning back, barely. ] Ice will melt before it does anything else. I am tiefling. These things are not quite so useful for me.

[vecna]

[Stubborn. He exhales, straightening.]

Then painkillers, at the very least.

[Those work… on tieflings, right.]

[velluminous]

You want me to do drugs. For my chin.

[vecna]

[He looks at her evenly for a moment or two, feeling like something is lost in translation.]

I'm telling you to take a Tylenol. [Then again, she's from fantasy land... so....

He wouldn't have guessed he would have had this conversation today.] It's commonplace where I'm from. Nothing serious.

[velluminous]

[ do you think Gandalf had Tylenol, Henry? ]

I do not know what this Tylenol is. Regardless of its purpose, most drugs are regarded poorly in Waterdeep.

[vecna]

[Gandalf wouldn’t have been pulled in by his shadow—]

We’re not in Waterdeep, Sprezzatura. Aren’t you aching?

[velluminous]

[ She Has Never Taken An Ibuprofen Before And She's Scared ]

What does that matter? It will stop on its own.

1/2 leaving this here so your meme can be appreciated

[vecna]

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[vecna]

[It’s okay girl, Henry will be your gateway drug.]

Do you want to be sore longer than necessary?

[He stuffs the bloody kerchief in his pocket; he’ll give it back later. For now, he pushes himself off the counter.]

I don’t. Come on, let’s find something.

[velluminous]

[ she steps back as he stands. cognizant of her handkerchief disappearing into his pocket, presumably to never be seen again. that's how it usually shakes out.

strange, she thinks. how as the minutes pass, that unbridled anger begins to neatly pack itself away. his tone of speaking to her changes, even, though she can't quite trace how, only that she's sure it has. ]

You think you will simply find... illicit substances scattered around this hotel. Narcotics floor. Opium den floor.

[vecna]

[Keen of her to have noticed how his anger folds itself back up and packs itself away, piece by piece. Receding into its usual groove carved out of his true personality.

It comes easy with practice. And Henry’s had a lot of practice. Friendly Orderly rearranges itself onto him like a second skin, it just needs time for the furor to go away first.]

It’s not a narcotic. Do you think someone like me, a psychic, wants to take anything that would sully my mind? Those days are over.

[You know, just lab things.]

You can buy this at the local store. It’s not even regulated. Trust me on this.

[velluminous]

[ imagine finding Alindluth at the local apothecary. or Tekkil, for Elminster's sake. the idea itself is nearly laughable. ]

If I fall into coma, or am wracked by seizing pains, this will be your fault.

[vecna]

[I can't believe D&D is so prejudiced against NSAIDs.]

It's not... it's not going to do that. [help] Do you really don't have medicines for aches and pains back in your city?

[velluminous]

Well, yes, but--we go to see cleric when we need them!