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]

[Such a concise explanation, yet it reveals more lurking in between the lines. It is not as though I can escape Teaferth's Great Conflagration even here. An event that must loom over her like some great shadow.

Henry retracts his hand, flexing his fingers again, banishing the soreness.]

All that knowledge, too. For someone like you, that must have been heartbreaking.

["Heartbreaking" is what he says. But "enraging" is what he wonders at, what he means. The bitterness here is already on display.]

[velluminous]

Heartbreaking? It was fucking enraging. [ and yes, her heart has been shattered by it. she guards the pieces she managed to preserve like a hyena guards its scraps from the lions; by baring her teeth, snarling. biting, if she must. ] Nothing should have been lost that day. Where were those mages who could produce water, or smother flame? Where were those wards that would keep spark from catching on so many fragile, ancient pages? Where?

[vecna]

[And there it is. Precisely what he wanted to hear — that anger is so enticing to him, feels like it’s reflected in himself. Strange, how it almost feels a comfort; though of course he knows better than to say that.

Curious, though, what she said.]

You’re saying… What, then? Something had been conspired against the college?

[velluminous]

[ oh, she's gone and said far, far too much. she snaps her jaw shut with a click and glances down at the handkerchief and its new spot of blood. deep breath. ]

Mammon, I don't know! I am tired.

[vecna]

[Ah, but Henry will remember that.]

I see.

[But if she’s going to clam up, then short of plumbing her mind, he’ll not earn much else. He can tell already.]

For what it’s worth, maybe this hotel can be a respite, if not a home. You’re off to a good start — the Tylenol hasn’t killed you yet.

[velluminous]

[ she'd forgotten the Tylenol, and now that worry comes crashing back: how does she tell drug exhaustion apart from her usual? ]

What do you mean, yet? You are not funny.

[vecna]

Come on. I'm a little funny.

[Morbidly. Sarcastically. A little meanly, though he lacks any particularly sharp edge right now.]

If you haven't had some kind of allergic reaction yet, you're not going to.

[velluminous]

[ swats at him ] Do not smile like that!

[vecna]

[ma’am!!! He leans back.]

Like what?

[velluminous]

Like you think I am simply so funny.

[vecna]

I just think you were worrying for nothing. How's the ache? Better?

[velluminous]

[ ...oh. she hadn't noticed the slow receding of pain as it had happened; now that he draws her attention back to it, the duller ache is almost surprising. ]

I—perhaps little bit.

[vecna]

[He seems pleased (at being correct, at distracting her), his smile reflecting that ever so slightly.]

Good. I’ll leave the bottle here with you. But read the instructions if you end up taking more, okay?

[Not that he suspects she’ll be too eager, given her prior reticence.]

[velluminous]

[ the only thing that's going to happen with the remaining Tylenol is that she's going to dissect one of the capsules and learn Nothing.

there are instructions? how oddly relieving... ]

Bah. I will not. I am only wanting to have some wine and to crawl into bed.

[ so about acetaminophen and alcohol— ]

[vecna]

[girl NO]

Actually… you can’t drink. Not until it wears off. Give it a good eight hours or so.

[Or maybe…]

Or twenty-four hours, just in case.

[Tieflings have livers right—]

[velluminous]

[ you rob sprezzatura of her favourite coping habit?? ]

I can't...

[vecna]

[She is consorting with a villain, after all.]

You can, just for a day. Your body will thank you for it later.

[velluminous]

I could have had drink and gone to bed to same effect!

[vecna]

And nursing a headache bolstered by a potential hangover in the morning. Is that what you want?

[velluminous]

I do not get hangovers.

[vecna]

And is that bravado or physiology speaking?

[velluminous]

It is fact! Pure fact!

[ ouch. her jaw. she shuts her mouth quick after that, muffling her flinch down to a mere flutter of her lashes and a muffled groan ]

[vecna]

[That’s what you get, ma’am.]

Well, it doesn’t change the fact that you just can’t drink for now. You want a healthy liver, I assume.

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[velluminous]

I have healthy liver! I have healthy bones, and bile... and ...

[velluminous]

Oh, forget it!