Event Log: Flu Season

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters
What: The event log for the Flu Season event
Where: All over the city
When: March 20th-March 30th
Warnings: Gross sneezing, sick people, and paranoia

It starts with a cough, a sneeze, a sore throat - something small and simple, easily ignored. But then your symptoms get worse. It's probably been awhile since you've been sick, that sort of thing doesn't usually happen here. You might be able to raid the shops for some tissues and tea before it gets too bad, and hopefully you've got a friend to help out until you get better. Surely it'll be over soon, right?

Until the fever sets in, and you start to understand why your friend is really there. They don't want to take care of you. They want to make sure this is the last anyone will ever see of you. They want to learn all your secrets. They want to steal your most precious possession. You know they're plotting against you, you know they're keeping something from you. What will you do to find out what it is?

Then, as the sickness fades, you realize it was all in your mind. Let's hope you didn't do or say anything too awful. But that friend of yours... they seem to have picked up your cough. Maybe you should help them out?

► This log covers March 20th-March 30th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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Comments

[evocation]

[Kyna doesn't even bother to test the thorns. They might be illusory, sure, but even if there are, there could be very real traps inside or... something. She already feels, oddly, like she's being watched, like Caedra already knows she's here, and so without quite thinking of it she casts Greater Invisibility and crouches down. What is Caedra doing? Singing and writing? At this point, anything and everything seems sketchy.]

[abyssalarcana]

[Caedra is writing furiously, occasionally pausing mid-lyric to mutter to herself and change some of her notation. She has to get this right. These so-called gods have cut her off from her home, her loved ones, and now are bent on poisoning her slowly. If she can make this work, then -

What was that? Did she hear something? Caedra looks up abruptly, eyes scouring her surroundings. No more singing. She's too visible out here. It was peaceful and pleasant but any one of these people could be allied with the creatures who call themselves gods and could warn them of what she's working on.

Hurriedly, she bundles up what she was working on and clutches it tightly to her chest, while she leers out at her surroundings. But there's nothing to be seen.]