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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[icyspicy]

Why don't we amend that to sleeping.

[velluminous]

[ so often, she's the one "hinting" people out of her company. strange to have it turned around on her. maybe she should feel relief at the thought of being left alone... but she doesn't. ]

I see.

[ she needs her shadows back. she would feel more herself with them there. less... fragile. less desperate for a sense of connection to Waterdeep that doesn't loathe or deride her very presence, as Winter encapsulates. is that fair of her? she doesn't know. ]

Then... I suppose you ought be on your way, Mister Winter.

[icyspicy]

I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

[ Simply. He’s made no move to get up, after all. ]

I offered to keep you company, didn’t I?

[velluminous]

[ what

she's visibly thrown ]

You want to sit with me while I sleep?

[icyspicy]

Yes? I can read a book, or admire your constellations some more.

[velluminous]

[ that's an intimacy rarely afforded even to her suitors, for as brief as each one was. and that old wizard paranoia lives in her, too; it isn't just the accomplished greats like Elminster and Mordenkainen. she thinks: he wants to read my books. he wants to learn my secrets. uncover something he can use back in Waterdeep.

she thinks: but he has been so forthcoming...

she has to kill that part of herself. the trusting part. ]

I do not think that is good idea... [ but, to dress it up kinder than, "I don't trust you", she softens it with gentle self-deprecation: ] I am poor enough host when I am awake.

[icyspicy]

[ He just levels a Look at her. ]

You think I'm going to steal something, don't you.

[velluminous]

[ IT'S LITERALLY MY CHARACTER FLAW ON MY SHEET, LET ME LIVE ]

[velluminous]

What. What!! You are self-professed thief. You are at very least prone to snoop.

[icyspicy]

I’ve decided that your story is one I’d rather hear from your own lips, in your own time. I’m not interested in finding it among your things. You have my word.

[velluminous]

[ she takes a deep breath, slow inhale. ]

Do you think I did it?

[icyspicy]

I think if you did you it, I have no clear idea of why. So perhaps you didn't do it, after all.

[velluminous]

Hha. [ soft, not-quite laugh. ] That will have to be enough for me, won't it?

[icyspicy]

Perhaps you ought to let me get to know you better, and it won't have to be.

[velluminous]

Oh. I have never been good at that.

[ at that, she's spurred to stand, though she steadies herself on the back of the divan. there's a blanket draped over the foot of her bed, and she finds herself taken to fetch it now.

don't have to look him in the eye if she's doing that. ]

[icyspicy]

[ She may not be looking at him, but he’s looking at her, eyes tracking her across the room. ]

I’m not asking you to be good at anything.

[velluminous]

[ she picks up the blanket and stares down at it ] But I need to be. Something. Something.

[icyspicy]

And why is that?

[velluminous]

How else do you claw out from shadow? Hm?

[icyspicy]

[ Or out from ashes, perhaps? ]

You're asking the wrong man, I'm afraid. The shadows are where I thrive.

[velluminous]

[ perhaps that, too. she sighs, a short but heavy little sound, and moves back to the divan. drops herself onto it ]

Perhaps... for me, also. It depends on how we look at it, hm? Thieves take well to dark.

[icyspicy]

Is that what you think, though? There are a lot of people saying a lot of things about you, Sprezzatura Vaux. What do you have to say for yourself?

[velluminous]

[ what DOES she have to say? ]

I am not on trial. [ yet. ] What happened was more than tragedy, it was sabotage. Not my own. All that has followed has been farce, and everyone will know it before I am done.

[icyspicy]

[ He gives her another long look, something scrutinizing. Assessing. Like he's trying to see right through her.

And perhaps he does, leaning back again to cross one leg over the other, seemingly satisfied. ]

You're going to have you work cut out for you.

[velluminous]

[ does he believe her? that isn't enough to go on, but she hardly gave him enough to go on... ]

Good. Unlike some in my family, I like to work.