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april event, phase one: seeds of unrest 🌱

THE BEGINNING

Summertime in Springstar has been on its way out, heralding the arrival of fall; winter has likewise given way to spring in Highstorm - at least, according to the calendar. Yet there is an unseasonable bite on the breeze - one growing as frigid as the mood among Meris and Zenites in their cities. Between Alenroux’s occupation and talk of ‘the Blight,’ worries have been on the lips of the citizens with increasing frequency - and with good reason. The reports of plant life dying, of objects crumbling, of people whose bodies are deteriorating are dominating the rumor mills and local papers.

Everything comes to a head early in the second half of Pelu.

After an unusual pocket of commotion in the Seat of the Tribune and the courtyard of Yima’s manor, an urgent announcement is made on behalf of both cities: both Great Trees have been quarantined, and no one is permitted in either location without clearance. New rumors spread of an ‘incident’ that saw those in the immediate vicinity of the Trees rapidly demonstrating symptoms of an illness that was becoming all too easy to identify. It had stricken with frightening speed; not long afterward…

The unrest had spread into the streets, and it wasn’t just about the Blight anymore.

Cetina and Kathova wasted no time in reaching out to the Bearers via Communion to offer them guidance from their leaders and incite them to action.

SPRINGSTAR: THE ROOT OF THE ISSUE

Day by day, changes unfold that render the city increasingly dangerous...

ROOTS:

Vine-like roots have begun to thread the streets, creeping upon and over buildings, spreading outward from the Tree in Heliopolis. Over the next two weeks, they will continue to grow in size and become more troublesome, slowly blooming ice-like leaves that radiate a sickly glow.

GROWTH: Contrary to the Blight’s normal behaviors, some people and things around clusters of vines or leaves can experience a burst of vitality, growth, and splendor as if transforming to beyond peak condition. In a normal citizen, this may result in an almost manic level of energy, reckless behaviors, and aggression. In objects, they become more durable and efficient, but dangerously so - for example, a stovetop cooks faster but burns uncontrollably hot. In plant life, this results in overgrowth that can overwhelm and choke nearby flora, objects, or even people. Then, they burn out an hour after exposure and immediately succumb to a dire state of Blighted.

CHILL: The temperatures will continue to drop throughout the next two weeks. It will be coldest where vines have clustered and outright dangerously so near where flowers have budded or bloomed in great numbers. This will force some people from their homes.

TIME POCKETS:

In seemingly random parts of the city, areas referred to as ‘time pockets’ have populated. There is no way to identify a time pocket but to stumble into one.

REGRESSION: NPC’s in these areas will appear to freeze in time once a Bearer has breached the pocket’s radius but appear normal from the outside. Time within has halted at the point the pocket manifested ( typically covering an area like a city street or inside a single large building that sees regular use ). Objects can be freely manipulated but will not fall if thrown, etc.
- The pocket cannot be left until the Bearer has achieved their objective. Attempting to exit the way they entered, they’ll run into an unseen barrier that is painful to the touch, a sensation of frigidity that travels to their Shard.
- Their goal will be to locate a past version of themselves hidden from immediate view. This past version of themselves can be from any point in their lives but must be from a moment when they felt extremely vulnerable, isolated, wounded, or fearful.
- Once finding this past version, they will feel the compulsion to either find a way to reassure their past selves somehow or kill them. Whether it is the Bearer themselves who performs these acts or another Bearer in their company does it for them, as long as their past selves are pacified enough ( to player satisfaction ) or dead, they will gain immunity to the pocket and may leave. The immediate area will remain frozen, however, and the past version will be revealed to be made of roots that will shrivel and die.
- Note: Bearers will be able to see other Bearer’s past selves, even after they have been freed. Whether the past reflections are capable of speech while functional is up to player discretion.

HIGHSTORM: THE ROOTS OF CHANGE

The snows continue to fall over the city, feeling brittle against your skin...

ROOTS:

Vine-like roots have begun to thread the streets, creeping upon and over buildings, spreading outward from the Great Tree in Yima’s manor. Over the next two weeks, they will continue to grow in size and become more troublesome, slowly blooming ice-like leaves that radiate a sickly glow.

SACRIFICIAL: [ CW: self-harm ] Where the roots snake and gather throughout the city, NPC’s in several locations are falling victim to the quiet, slow pulse of the flowers and their buds. They will sit and stare at the flowers for hours, unblinkingly, as their body begins to succumb to the Blight. If they are disturbed in any way - a loud noise, an attempt to move their person, etc - they will calmly look up from their worship and crack off a piece of their brittle body before returning to their reverie.

In order to save them, a pair (or more) of Bearers must sneak up on the NPC - one using a pacifying spell given by one of the faction leaders while the other crushes the flower. If the NPC is not pacified before the flower is crushed, they will become hysterical and the Blight will rapidly consume them, causing them to perish. If they are pacified and the flower is not crushed, the spell will wear off within ten seconds with the same result.

CHILL: The temperatures will continue to drop throughout the next two weeks. It will be coldest where vines have clustered and outright dangerously so near where flowers have budded or bloomed in great numbers. This will force some people from their homes.

TIME POCKETS:

In seemingly random parts of the city, areas referred to as ‘time pockets’ have populated. There is no way to identify a time pocket but to stumble into one.

REFLECTIONS: NPC’s in these pockets are moving in surreal blurs, pieces of them moving forward as others move backward, some changing as if time were rapidly passing as others remain frozen still. The Bearers’ surroundings are distorted as if reflecting multiple realities simultaneously.
- Their goal will be to locate a tall standing mirror situated alone in the center of the time pocket’s radius. The Bearer who first touches their reflection ( henceforth called “mirror-Bearer” ) will cause the world inside the pocket to suddenly stop, reflecting a comforting environment they have fond or pleasant associations with. The mirror will be gone.

Something or someone the mirror-Bearer highly values, deeply misses, or sees as imperative to their character, goals, or desires will be present. If they make contact with this object or person, the Time Pocket loops and sends them back to searching for the mirror - but they will have no memory of this occurring. Their partner, however, will recall everything.

Both Bearers will be released if five loops occur without the mirror-Bearer being stopped from causing the loop or if the mirror-Bearer is stopped from reaching their goal for five minutes ( willingly or otherwise ). The longer they refuse to make contact with this object or person, the more tempting and dire the need becomes inside of them.

Once the Bearers are released, the Time Pocket disappears. If they manage to avoid contact with the temptation inside the Pocket, the roots and flowers in this area will be withered and dying, buying the NPC’s and buildings in this location some time. Otherwise, they will be thriving and dangerously blooming.

Note: the mirror will not respond to the non-mirror-Bearer once it has been touched the first time.

ENTREE-TING HELP

The Tree of Life is in danger, and you know it. Both Yima and Cyrus have directed all Bearers who might listen to increase visitation to the Tree and monitor it for signs of the Blight - of its leaves changing color, of any frostbitten bark, of its roots withering.

And then, during a moment in which you find your mind at ease, at rest... you dream, even if dreaming is unnatural for you. You dream of yourself sitting beneath the massive bows of the Tree's breadth, at peace. The perpetual dawn's glow warms your skin in a way that seeps into your bones, leaving you certain you are safe from harm. The Tree reaches out, and though it cannot speak to you in words, you feel it is trying to convey a message: one of urgency. One of plea.

But you cannot understand...

Soon, the branches of the Tree are reaching out to others. You cannot see them, but you know they're there; a spiritual tether connects your Shards together, bringing you all into a place of wordless unity. And once your fellows have been summoned, you know what you are here for.

You feel it rather than see it: some meager, barely-there brush of something cold in the warmth of the island's comfort. The Tree is already infected, and the clock is running down for all of you.

When you wake to yourself, a feeling of dread not entirely your own will chase you, and you will find a single violet leaf in your hand.

MISC NOTES

Bearers start with immunity to the Blight. They will not succumb to the effects of the Blight even if they handle the vines and flowers directly without precautions or care.
The above effects will occur in small clusters and are not yet spread city-wide during phase one. The escalation of frequency characters will come across problematic clusters or Time Pockets will be slow building.
For context, it takes about a month from infection to death or dissolution for the average person or object to succumb to the Blight. By the 21st, it will be three days to a week.
Bearers will be directed by Cetina or Kathova to make efforts to protect the civilians and investigate the manifesting changes around both cities. Both factions are working on their own methods to attempt to counteract the Blight, but neither has produced a failsafe solution.
The roots will remain mostly outdoors, for the most part, these first two weeks.
Tensions will slowly ramp up in Alenroux, and there are checkpoints for any non-PC visitors to screen for signs of infection.
Player characters who die inside the Time Pockets are dead and need their Shards brought to the Tree of Life for revival.
HAVE FUN!! ♥

CODING

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[ At least Gen does stop shaking Lucien upon hearing that pitiful request, giving a disgruntled huff before letting go of his grip on that (now-lightly-stretched) shirtfront with a small shove. He's pretty sure Lucien's going to go falling back on his ass from it but, like, whatever. ]

Yeah, fortunately for you, I'm used to having to pick up after kids who're too stupid and weak to take care of themselves.

[ And then, after a moment of squinting at Lucien, he leans in to loom directly over the kid so he can growl the words he'd heard way too many times in his own childhood: ]

-- you're a boy, aren't you? Man up. [ Even as those words leave his lips, he hates it. He'd always hated hearing it. But even so, it feels like the sort of thing that this gormless, klutzy kid needs to hear, especially given these hectic circumstances. ] At least learn to fend for yourself instead of wasting that energy trying to help others when you can't even manage it.

[ Plop. Yes, Lucien falls on his ass after being shoved. Some dirty flairs up around his shorts when he hits the ground, and Lucien can only yelp like a dog having its tail stepped on, arms still bracing his face and only slowly lowering when he realizes that Gen is not rough handling him anymore. ]

...

[ "You're a boy, aren't you?" and "man up" are both extremely familiar phases, generally said to him from a place of sisterly concern by his caretaker, Yoko. Lucien, when he hears them, only inclines his head with curiosity. He reacts not in the way of someone offended, but instead of someone who feels nostalgic instead. ]

Were you weak some time ago too?

[ Gen's insults don't seem to hit at this point because they're normalized. ]

If you were, how did you become more manly, mister? My friend Yoko also says I need to man up but I don't really know how.

[ Gen promptly looks offended at that insinuation he'd ever been weak, because of course he does.

And while he does automatically raise his hand like he's about to whap Lucien upside the head, he changes his mind at the last moment to instead give him a flick to the forehead. This kid doesn't deserve the dignity of a proper whap anyway, and that should be enough to discourage him from giving further lip, probably. ]

I wasn't ever allowed to be as weak as you, you little shrimp. I had my shit together long before I was your age.

[ The crackling sound of slowly-encroaching frost has him briefly looking over -- pointy canine ears perked straight up, tail held tensely -- before he huffs and snatches Lucien up by the forearm. Not like he really cares what happens to this kid, but might as well finish the job, since he's already saved the brat once; Gen doesn't look at Lucien as he marches the kid further away from the frozen area. ]

... if something's painful or difficult, then either just shut up and deal with it, or make it stop yourself. Whining and asking for help doesn't get anything done. And get stronger. That's how you man up.

[ Lucien hadn’t noticed the animal ears and tails because his life had been too in danger. Now that they’re in a safer area, his eyes wander to the tail and ears blinking while mentally disassociating himself from the insults and wondering what animal it is. He’s pulled further away from the ice. He still thinks about Gen’s ears and tail. All of the animals from the Old World had gone extinct, but according to the shape, he’s probably a dog? Despite the impossibility in his own world, Lucien had always thought it would be fun to have a pet dog.

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are empty and unhardened— still very much shrimpy and without any character motivation to man up. He wouldn’t even be able to recite Gen’s answer to his question back to him if asked. He pretends, though. And politely does not talk about Gen’s ears or tail because Yoko had warned him to get better at reading the room. ]

I see. [ Stiffly. ] I’ll try that next time.

[ Lucien straightens his stance, eyes occasionally still moving to the other's dog ears. ]

[ Uuuuuugh. Why. Why does he always end up getting entangled with these types? He hates it because they’re always a handful to deal with, but he especially hates it because he can never bring himself to just ditch them like he knows he should. He hates that these stupid, spacey, gullible, idiot types always remind him a bit too much of a certain someone for him to just leave.

So when he notices that vacant tone of voice Lucien employs, Gen heaves a sigh before abruptly snapping his fingers right in front of the kid’s eyes. If he’s going to behave like a poorly-trained dog, getting so easily distracted, then he’s getting treated like one. ]

And pay attention! How’re you gonna get your shit together if you can’t even listen to a simple explanation without spacing out!

[ One of those pointy ears Lucien’s been staring at so intensely flicks in clear irritation before angling back to match Gen’s irate scowl. ]

The hell’s got you so distracted, anyway. [ Not that he really thinks this idiot kid has spotted anything important, but — Gen does half-turn to glance over his shoulder at what he thinks Lucien was staring at, just in case? Which ends up bringing his slowly-lashing tail right into Lucien’s grabbing range. And it sure does look nice and grabbable … Does Lucien have the willpower to resist it? Is he polite enough to keep his hands to himself? ]

[ Lucien is not decent enough to answer Gen. The tail that moves before him, just arm level is spared no mercy. Little child hands reach and hold the tail, squeezing tightly and feeling how the cartilage and fur wriggle under his fingers. His eye brighten with fascination, and it's clear that the animal parts have unfortunately made Gen far less intimidating to Lucien than he'd originally seemed in the dark of the building. ]

You have one too...!

[ He's apparently seen tails on a few people by this exclamation. ]

Do you know a cat man named Eustace? Maybe you two could be friends.

[ NOW COMPLETELY OFF TOPIC, LUCIEN ASKS IF GEN KNOWS ABOUT THE OTHER ANIMAL-EARED PEOPLE. ]

[ Those small hands latch around his tail without warning, and Gen can’t help giving a visible jump and a startled little shout. He’s still unaccustomed to the sensory feedback that comes through from his tail, after all — it’s not like he’s any more sensitive there than he would be on his forearm, for example, but it still feels weird and unfamiliar. Congrats, Lucien, on being the first person to get to straight-up double-fist his tail.

It’s followed by the scuff of boot soles against the pavement as Gen whips around to rip his tail out of Lucien’s grasp, followed by a half-step back as Gen reflexively bristles at the kid. ]

The hell’s wrong with you?! Don’t just grab it!

[ And then a very brief pause before he adds, even more indignantly: ]

And Eustace isn’t a cat, dumbass! He’s a wolf.

[ Obviously??? Because, yes, Gen sure does know the animal-eared Eustace very well. And he might have made the same mistake in the past and mistaken him for a cat-man, but like hell he’s going to let it slide without comment if anyone else makes the same mistake. ]

[ Lucien tries holding the tail tightly, but it slinks free when Gen whirls about. The child squeezes the air, frowning at how empty his hands have been left. ]

Really? I wonder how come he didn't stop me from saying cat before...

[ Gen is a significantly more grumpy person than Eustace is. It's good that Eustace was able to make some friends though. ]

I want an animal tail too. Maybe Lady Yima could make a magic potion for it one day.

'Cause he's too nice for his own good.

[ Gen stares derisively at those grasping hands, and very pointedly keeps his tail held behind himself, out of Lucien's reach. He doesn't really like dealing with kids in the first place, and he's sure as hell not interested in letting this dumbass brat treat him like some sort of touchie-feely plaything.

But also: ]

'Lady Yima.' [ He repeats the name derisively before giving a huff. ] If you're calling her that, then we're probably enemies. So I ain't saving you again -- get it together and fend for yourself.

Yeah, he is!

[ Lucien chirps up in agreement because he likes Eustace a lot!!!!!!!! But... ]

We're enemies? I thought we Shard Bearers should all try and be friends. Things make more sense that way, right?

[ He's confused why Gen is so quick to distance himself. ]

[ His face promptly crinkles in disbelief. ]

Did no one tell you about -- [ No! Nope! He is not going to let himself end up teaching this dumb brat anything!!! Gen cuts himself with a click of the tongue. ] -- ugh, never mind. Go ask someone else.

[ That said, he's still a little shocked that this dumb kid's also a Shard Bearer. How the hell are they chosen? ]

D'you have someone older who's been looking after you? Not Yima.

[ Lucien lets it pass! If Gen says to ask someone else, he'll do so. He nods once, cooperative despite the treatment. ]

Yes, her name is Rin.

[ Lucien scratches his cheek. ]

We're staying at her friend's house right now, but I was trying to check if there were other places we could maybe live so we don't keep imposing. There's a butler there that she doesn't want me to talking to.

Yeah, well your friend sure picked a great time to be looking for a new place to live, didn't she.

[ Said with a roll of the eyes as he tips his head towards the destruction spreading out all around them. Sure, it probably won't be impossible finding a new place to stay admist this chaos, but he can't imagine it'd be easy, either.

But. That's also not his problem. And since it's been established that this kid has some adult responsible for him, now he can guilt-free ditch him. Gen huffs as he gives a little flick of the hand, the universal gesture for 'shoo.' ]

Whatever. Go ask this Rin to explain to you why you probably should look out for Meridian Shard Bearers. And tell her to keep a better eye on you -- you would've died if you hadn't gotten lucky just now.

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