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

wildcard - event end

[abyssalarcana]

It has been one hell of a week for Caedra - or more. She realizes she's lost track of time and for once, the phone is useful to help get a sense of how long she may have lost her grip on the cycles of day and night. There are no dates, of course, but she tries to judge based on network activity but it must have been at least several days since she holed herself up at home and began scrawling out notes on page after page.

Her inkwell has run dry, and the stores are lacking in anything that feels right for her current task. Constructing arcane diagrams with vivid pink and orange hues doesn't quite feel right to her and she's sick of the strange colors anyway. She's never been one for tradition, but blood has such gravity to it, and the familiarity of the fluid as a writing tool, she thinks, might help with the preparations for her upcoming tasks.

And, well, normally to her there would be no functional difference in whether that blood came from a bird or a man, and taking the first person walking down the street in this city would suffice, but she knows she has to keep a low profile so that nobody will think to follow her, to interrupt her plans. The people here seem to kill the creatures outside the city regularly, however. Nobody will bat an eye if she bleeds a few dry so she can keep writing.

With a bag slung over her shoulder, its contents rattling with glass jars, Caedra makes her way out past the city boundary and into the rocky desert in search of prey. And it doesn't take long before she hears something that attracts her attention - a growl, a snarl, then an aggravated cry. The sounds seem to be coming from a ravine up ahead, where the dry rocky ground yawns open. She's seen what she thought looked like a manticore here before - watched it plunge downward in a dive on its own unsuspecting meal. And now the sounds of combat are immediately recognizable. She summons her own rapier to hand and follows the one pathway that forms the bottom of this ravine as it heads downward, unsure of what she will find - but it's bound to be interesting either way.

Especially as she sees the two combatants ahead, one faring significantly better in this fight.

"Having trouble?"