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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dwrp finding new ways to cuck sib everyday ...
Oh, my. That is not something most ladies expect to hear from a gentleman...
[ Despite her words, she doesn't seem offended in the least. Rather, she's just commenting on and acknowledging his confusion regarding her lack of a wound in that mysterious way of hers. Now that he's done inspecting, though, she lets her hair fall again, clearly not intending on giving him a direct explanation of her own volition. It's almost like... she wants it to be a cryptic mystery? ]
I appreciate your swift concern for me, but I assure you, I am quite fine.
:pensive:
I'm not much of a gentleman.
[ he relents, straightening up again, though not quite relaxing. His shadow's still probably roaming around nearby. ]
You're lucky to be fine. From where I was standing, that looked bad. [ a beat. ] ... Sorry about that. It runs faster than I can.
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There is no need to apologize. I've already come to know that these apparitions are mischievous indeed... crafty enough to be difficult to corner alone.
[ Her eyes crease as she smiles, a gentle sea breeze ruffling her dark hair. Briefly, she glances about the beach for a sign of his shadow, her own still seemingly attached to her, though it only shadows her movement belatedly. ]
Might you need some assistance in your pursuit? It would be a pleasure to be of service — in return for your generosity.
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The offer has him looking a little perplexed. ]
There's nothing to thank me for. Besides, it's dangerous. You're better off minding your own shadow.
[ not to mention that he's not sure what he'll do when he "catches" it, if that's even possible - it's just a shadow. ]
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[ Despite the danger. In any case, she doesn't seem to be very intimidated by the idea of these apparitions, nor by his warning. Her eyes drift downwards to her shadow, which seems to be peeling away from her one limb at a time — restless. She takes a small step back, trying to keep it within the confines of her silhouette, but otherwise, doesn't show particular worry. ]
If you are certain I can be of no assistance to you, may I simply ask for your name, instead? I am called Giselle.
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Bucciarati. The pleasure's mine. [ there's a pause; he gestures at her shadow, though given her movement, she's probably already aware. ] Do you have a plan on how to deal with it?
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I mean to keep it company, for the time being.
[ She replies smoothly, not really showing any outward fear or concern for the fact that it's trying to break away from her (or possibly harm her). She has dealt with some truly unruly masters before... and this one, while mischievous, seems a few degrees less bloodthirsty than her last one. ]
Perhaps it is in need of something. Attention... or, perhaps it only needs to be taught how to behave. I do not think it would act out without reason.
[ And also, it's not like she can really fight it or trap it in any way... so her main strategy is to try to talk to it or soothe it. She's more than open to suggestions, though. ]
Unless you have another theory about these apparitions?
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It's more mischief from the hotel. That's all I can say.
[ and that's not news to anybody, so it's hardly a theory. ]
You're right that it must have a reason, but I don't know what it could be.
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I suppose there was not a true reason behind the last "mischief" from the hotel. But these shadows are much more... lively.
[ In an ironic way, despite their not very life-like forms. With that, her shadow comically separates with a 1, 2, 3, jump!! motion, landing a few inches away from her to orient itself to its untethered state. ]
It could be that it simply wants to be free.
[ And how could she blame the shadow for feeling that way? She just couldn't. With that as her main working theory, the thought that the shadow will immediately try something nefarious doesn't cross her mind — meaning that she can't prevent it when her shadow, within moments of being freed, reaches down and throws a hermit crab in the general direction of Bruno's face. ]
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[ he watches cautiously as her shadow pops out from underneath her like an unruly toddler. There's certainly a ring of truth to her words, but... ]
They don't have a will of their own, though. There has to be something or someone acting through them--
[ and then there's a hermit crab flying at him. Naturally, Bruno's able to sidestep it, the poor critter sailing harmlessly past his head and landing in the sand behind him. It immediately holes up in its shell; he stares at it for a moment or two. ]
... Something that doesn't like us.
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[ She watches with slightly raised brows as the shadow begins acting out — though she doesn't really move to stop it, either. Actually, her surprise seems rather muted, all things considered, as though this is what she's been expecting all along and now only feels like she must act surprised to react appropriately.
In any case, it's not very proper behavior at all, but she's not sure how to redirect this little apparition... when she speaks again, she's not exactly scolding it, but she is talking at it like it's a young child that just did something naughty by accident. ]
Now, you mustn't treat another guest with such disdain. [ She turns to face the shadow more fully, getting between it and Bruno himself. ] Do you truly believe they were manifested solely to harm us? It seems they've a will, to me...
[ Maybe it's because she's had to be at the beck and call of a spontaneously violent and immature master in very recent memory, but some part of her wants to give the shadows a chance, even if they're quickly getting out of control. Case in point, turns out there are lots of funny things to throw at them on the beach — shells, toys, etc.... it's already looking for another item to hurl. ]
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If it had its own will, I'd assume it would be the same as yours. They're copies of us.
[ he doesn't really know that much about the science of shadows, but he's pretty sure it's not that different from a reflection or anything. After a moment or two, he adds: ]
I don't believe you want to throw things at me.
[ but he can't be entirely sure. ]