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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[velluminous]

[ wordless, she produces her key card from her pocket and holds it up to the lock with her tail. her eyes still feel hot and watery. ]

Alright.

[ moving in his arms as though to get down ]

[icyspicy]

[ Well, he won't stop her, but he also has to quip a little— ]

That eager to escape from my embrace, are you?

[velluminous]

[ down she gets, with a little sway of imbalance ]

What is this? Is this sincere? These... come-ons.

[ because she is in no condition to assess that for herself. ]

[icyspicy]

Ha, well... I'd keep you company, if you desire it. For anything more, perhaps we can reassess when you're feeling more yourself.

[ It's not a no, though. ]

[velluminous]

[ she always desires company, even when the thought of it exhausts her. life's hard for Ms Vaux. ]

Mayhaps you could... stay... for little while.

[icyspicy]

As the lady wishes.

[velluminous]

[ in that case. she pushes open the door. her room is surprisingly small, lush in jewel tones, and absolutely replete with the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, baubles, astrolabes, maps, candles, swag lamps, gramophones, gemstones, crystals, mirrors, tomes, scrolls, chests, globes, hourglasses, regular glasses, drinking glasses (abandoned and forgotten), drapes, anatomical models, planetary models... clothes draped over the arms of the chairs, over the desk, over the foot of the bed. looks, uh. like a depression nest, to be honest? ]

You can sit.

[ the divan is, at least, mostly clear. ]

[icyspicy]

[ Winter is hardly phased by the decor – or what passes for it. This is about what he expects from a wizard, and especially a wizard having a rough go of it. The models catch his interest briefly, but he lets it all pass without remark for now. ]

And you? You’ll be laying down for a bit, I hope.

[velluminous]

[ also please note she has a photographic memory of every single item in here and stealing is fruitless (lying) ]

I am having company now.

[icyspicy]

[ Winter isn’t here to steal her shit, okay! ]

You nearly fell asleep in my arms on the way down here.

[velluminous]

[ she goes to sit heavily on her divan and sighs out, deeply. ]

Well. It was comfortable.

[icyspicy]

I've been told I have quite the comforting presence.

[ If there's a spot mostly free of stuff, he'll sit next to her. ]

[velluminous]

[ there's space. she sleeps on the divan more often than her own bed, some weeks. ]

You are grounded man. Very "even keel", as they say.

[icyspicy]

[ Then he sits, leaving her room enough to be horizontal if she wants. ]

Ha. Someone has to keep a level head, I suppose it may as well be me.

[velluminous]

Spoken as someone who has had to take this role more than once?

[icyspicy]

[ A smile. ]

I often find myself minding the new recruits, it’s true.

[velluminous]

[ softly—either she is too tired for bite, or she isn't actually that bothered by the idea of consorting with a thief, ] To your guild, I imagine?

[icyspicy]

[ She's something of a criminal herself now, isn't she? ]

That's right. So rest assured that I am at least an upstanding thief.

[velluminous]

[ the way her eyes are, twin abysses of violet and black, it's difficult to tell when she's looked at you askance; a flicker of movement, maybe, or the angle of her face. she does it now, regarding Winter from beneath her lashes. a tired once-over, but a once-over nonetheless. the thing about thieves is you clock them less often than you'd expect. on obvious thief is a poor one. ]

...I have question for you.

[icyspicy]

And what might that be?

[ It's not a promise to answer, of course, but he is curious about what she might want to ask. ]

[velluminous]

Why have you come here?

[ she doesn't ask whether it's for the wish. she just presumes this to be true. ]

[icyspicy]

[ He laughs a little, a low, amused rumble. ]

For a vacation. And because my patron insisted.

[velluminous]

Ahhhh. You are pacted.

[icyspicy]

That's right. I suppose you've only seen me Levitate, but I have had cause to sling an Eldritch Blast or two around the hotel. What I am is hardly a secret.

[velluminous]

I would not blame you if you meant to keep it one.

[ but she's comfortable with this; as comfortable as she was with "thief". a wizard and a warlock often go hand in hand... whether as patron to the latter, or as an aspiration to the former. she imagines a great many wizards have, in some way, become pacted in their lifetimes. what is the Weave if not the ultimate pact? ]

What, precisely, have you been Eldritch Blasting?