Event Log: The Beach Episode

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.

The sun and the sand and a drink in your hand- well, it all sounded pretty nice when you voted for the island planet, but ultimately what you're getting is a bit less glamorous.

The transition takes place instantaneously, with very little noteworthy shakeup, though those of you who are particularly in-tune with the supernatural may feel a bit dizzied or nauseated by the sudden movement. And that's exactly what it is: for those of you who are outside, the change is fairly noticeable, as in the span of a single blink, what used to be miles of desert is now rocky ocean. The city is simply in one place one moment, and then somewhere entirely new a second later.

And that somewhere new is exciting! The islands have plenty of landscape to explore and weather conditions to adjust to, fish to catch, and- wait, how do you get to the other islands? What if your friends or your home or the bar is on these other islands? Enjoy having to figure out who is where and how you're going to get by with only a small fraction of the city to work off of- hopefully those boats will come sooner rather than later...

► This log covers May 27th-June 10th.
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Caedra | OTA

[abyssalarcana]

North Island: May 27

Caedra is mid-word when the shift happens: a sudden lurch, a bit like a planeshift but somehow not that either. Alarmed, she looks up from her pen and the paper in her lap, from her seat near the edge of the park, to find that where once there was a river, there is now a broad, gray sea. She can just make out an island far to the south, with what looks like one of the temple buildings.

The islands, why did they have to vote for the islands? Why did the vote have to take place in a way she couldn't alter it? A flash of memory clouds her judgment momentarily, with a vision of a gray seaside city she spent far too long in. The city she died in.

Raindrops splatter and dampen the paper. She takes her pen and throws it abruptly at the water in a sudden flare of anger - but it hits a rock with a loud clatter of plastic against stone.

"Did you vote for this?" she asks whoever it might be who happens to walk by.

West Island: May 28

After some time spent exploring, Caedra has the layout of the new place mostly worked out, though there are a few holes in her knowledge still remaining. It's easy enough to fly across the narrowest straits between the islands but it takes time - the city is more spread out now than it used to be. She eventually finds her way back to the house she had claimed as her own.

Her writing is still there. The thorns are gone. Everything else looks untouched. She steps back out onto the porch and pulls up her hood, more to keep her hair dry than to protect from the cold. Temperature doesn't bother her, and in fact her private domain on Abyssal layer 418 is far colder than this anyway, with its black vines icy to the touch and its rivers of liquid nitrogen.

She surveys her altered surroundings, summons her sword, and begins to cast, gesturing over the terrain with the tip of the rapier, and then holds her pose and focus for several minutes. Once again, the illusion of a dense thorny thicket appears across the landscape, radiating out from her house, looking completely impenetrable.

Good, that should keep the strays out again.

Around, your choice of date

Caedra doesn't bother to hide that she can just fly from island to island. She goes to have a look at the colosseum once again as she considers her plans for the fighting arena. She checks up on the Speakeasy once she has found its new location, and will ask whoever is tending the bar if they have coffee liqueur in stock.

At times, she can be seen sitting on a beach at the narrow points between islands, looking out over the water, waiting for people who might want to cross.

"Need a ride?" she will offer - but be wary if you accept, for her prices can be steep.

West Island Buddies!

[bespectacledsnake]

"I am glad to see we are still on the same island."

Semiyon, bundled in a heavy sand colored blanket, stands a few paces off. His hair is too short to be much affected by the rain, but having been snatched to Hadriel from the desert, he has few warm clothes to speak of, so for now the blanket draped neatly around his shoulders will suffice. He trusts he shall readapt to cold quickly, after all he is still Russian even if he's spent the last two decades in the Israeli sun.

[abyssalarcana]

"I'm on every island," she replies, perhaps a little smug, from her spot on the porch. Even so, she feels more trapped than ever. The endless ocean that spreads out from these islands is so much harder for her to travel over than that broad desert that had surrounded them before.

The porch extends from a side door above ground. The house, being mostly upside-down, is entered from a door that would otherwise have been the loft window. So from her location above, she waves him closer. "Come inside, out of the cold," she says, as she heads inside herself to go and let him in.

[bespectacledsnake]

He does as directed moving to the door.

"Then how do the other islands compare to this one? Because from what I've seen this one does not impress." If he had wanted gray and dismal weather he would have stayed in Moscow. Except in actuality that would not have been possible given the fact that he had been run out of his home country.

[abyssalarcana]

She shuts the door as he comes in, and with a few words in her native tongue and a simple gesture she evaporates the water off of him and his blanket. That's probably better.

"At a glance, they're the same. Cold, wet, and rocky, and seemingly isolated from any large landmass, though I can't say I tried to go out to sea very far. It's terrible. We're essentially trapped in this miserable place."

North Island

[lifetothefullest]

Lance is not super thrilled with the whole island thing himself; he'd been out to get a little exercise exploring when the shift happened, and suddenly found himself near an ocean. Awesome. This isn't going to be a problem at all.

And of course he happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time--or the right place at the right time?--to encounter someone else, and not just someone else, but someone he knows by description and from the network but has never met. Aaaand she's asking a question, so he can't just pretend to have never been here.

At least he can answer honestly--

"No. I definitely did not vote for this." And it's probably obvious by his tone that he's not too impressed they ended up here. That said, he might as well go ahead and ask, "It's Caedra, right?

[abyssalarcana]

"That's right," she replies with a sigh, still frustrated by everything else and not really caring who she takes it out on.

She looks him over, though, and frowns. "And you are?" she asks. He looks vaguely familiar, but so do most here. It's not that big a city.

[lifetothefullest]

He'll just ignore that look over, more concerned with keeping the conversation on a neutral tone. "Lance. Good to meet you."

Or something. 'Good' works; it's polite.

Lance glances out past her toward the water, noticing the temple in the distance, and frowns. Great, that's... Pretty damn far, and the water looks about as dangerous--if not more so--than he'd been concerned it might. "Are you one of the fortunate people who doesn't need boats to get around?" He's pretty sure he knows the answer, but it's more about her response itself than the yes or no.

[abyssalarcana]

"Of course. It doesn't look very far." She hasn't had time to try it out and the distance looks like it could make teleportation hard, but flight would be no trouble, just a little more time-consuming.

Plus, it has the added benefit of being something she can easily grant others as well, for a time - and that gives her a potential tactical advantage, should a situation arise where it would be useful. Her own allies might become more able to cross the water than the others. These are the questions she considers most important, right now - more than finding out where said allies are at the moment.

North Island

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin just happens to be walking along the edge of the trees when it its starts to rain lightly. He sees a familiar figure. She has just thwacked her pen against a rock in disgust.

"As a matter of fact, I did vote for this," he answers blithely.

[abyssalarcana]

Caedra reacts immediately as she glimpses him approaching. In a second she's on her feet, sword in hand. Aggression is the only appropriate response to someone she hates so deeply - and perhaps she can run him off before he tries to strike her.

"Fuck off, Curufin," she hisses, stepping into a stance that leaves her light on her feet and ready to strike should he come any closer.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin has not even drawn his sword. Not that he wouldn't if she made even the slightest move to strike first. But he won't unless she does.

He opens his hands in a gesture of non-aggression and smiles. "We're on an island. There's no place to fuck off to."

He gazes at her for a moment and then adds, "You don't look very happy about this location."

[abyssalarcana]

"Go drown yourself," is her only reply.

No, she's absolutely not happy, and his presence doesn't improve the situation any. She doesn't care that he's pretending to be peaceful. He had one victory against her, one time, with the aid of a bunch of his friends and family. She knows he's quite strong but his cocky attitude toward her when he's alone absolutely has not been earned, in her opinion. She's confident that if it came to a duel, she would turn him into fish bait.

west island bc michael is lame and can't fly

[aroundthecoroner]

Michael didn't notice the city moving, but the Visitor did. At first he mistook it for the usual chatter, but then the cold started to seep into the clinic, and he realized the light was dimmer. Thank god it turned out to be the ocean planet, at least. He can finally go outside without wanting to just lie down on the sidewalk and fry like an egg. Of course, he doesn't get around to actually going on a walk around the new island until the following day.

It's during that walk that he spots the, uh, whatever is going on with Caedra. Some kind of weird sword ritual? Michael's never actually met the woman, so he doesn't immediately connect her with "that demon everyone talks about".

He stops to watch, quietly and from a slight distance, until she finishes her spell and the thorns appear. Huh. Cool.

"Was that magic?" That's a dumb question, but he's not great at conversation openers.

come on michael it's easy just click your heels or something

[abyssalarcana]

Oh, joy, an audience. It's hard to pay much attention to these things when casting these longer, more involved spells. Thankfully this one will last a full 24 hours before she has to re-cast it. Perhaps she'll wait a mere 12 though, and instead have it reset at night so she doesn't have this happen on a regular basis.

"No, you're dreaming," she replies with no lack of sarcasm, and leans forward with her arms folded on the porch railing to look him over. "Do you come from one of those miserable places without magic?"

I may have just accidentally granted you access?? gdi dw

[aroundthecoroner]

Miserable places, huh? He's not even going to argue that one, honestly. Just about every world except the apocalypse ones sounds cooler than his.

"Uh, yeah. No magic or anything, as far as I know. Seems like a lot of people here have it, though. Kind of feel like I got ripped off."

He gestures to the thorns.

"So... what are those for? Decoration, or home security?"

north island

[murderpotato]

Once the city's shifted, Gren goes to stand near the ocean, and he doesn't seem to notice or care that he's getting wet from the rain. He's looking out at the churning, wine-dark see and its rocky shores with something like familiarity on his face-- he was born on a Nordic island, after all.

He does notice, though, some lady having a temper tantrum not that far away, and her annoyed question.

"Nope," he says, "I voted for the iceball planet, but I'll take it. This is better than bein' in the middle of a fuckin' jungle."

He's not really built to tolerate heat, and he's real goddamn tired of being hot all the time after that stint in the desert. But oceans? He can handle oceans. He can handle oceans all goddamn day.

[abyssalarcana]

"What was wrong with the jungle?" she replies irritably. "At least we would have a whole world to explore easily. Even if someone makes a few boats, we're mostly stranded here."

There is information to be gained on this world, she knows that. But the main reason they came here, supposedly, was that the Null would be less likely to find them. So what? Why keep running? Why not fight them head on? And if they do find this little city here, they're all just a bunch of sitting ducks now.

[murderpotato]

"Aside from it bein' hot as fuck?" he replies. "There ain't shit on it that's useful to us. The iceball would've been best, because it's got the fuckin' embassies on it or whatever, but this is where they found the Door. Sorrow said there's probably other shit still around, too."

It's a good place to hide from the Null and a place where they might be able to find information. That makes it a decent candidate for 'places to go after you get your ass kicked by a bunch of robots' in his book, because they're going to need more information on the Null before they go toe-to-toe with them again. Gren's not real fond of getting his shit wrecked.

"And what's wrong with a little fuckin' water? Can't you swim?"

Speakeasy, 30th

[outofthefire]

[Laura was doing an early shift at the Speakeasy when the move happened. that means she's cut off from home, apparently cut off from her friends, and she's not in the best of moods to start off with.

and then the demon just has to hassle her about coffee liqueur. again.

she taps the band of her ring against the bartop, takes a deep breath, and says]

No. We don't. We didn't yesterday, we don't today, and we won't tomorrow. Pick. Something. Else.

[abyssalarcana]

You're awfully sure of the future, girl. Of course I have to ask. What if some shows up one day and nobody tells me?

[Yes, she sees (and hears) Laura's casual reminder that Caedra can't touch her. That's fine. When the day finally comes to kill everyone here, once she's sure doing so will pay off, Laura can be the one to witness it all and suffer the aftermath.

Either that or she'll find someone else to kill Laura for her. That could be fun, too. But for now, Caedra doesn't really seem bothered. She just gives Laura a simple smile and has a seat at the bar.]

[outofthefire]

Not gonna happen. Rey has to brew most of what's served, it doesn't just show up.

[speaking of things that aren't going to happen, Laura's sure that there are people here who could take the demon out before she managed such a thing.

yeah, about that. she's been practicing with the bow, she's not so easy to kill anymore.

and of course it has to sit down in her side. of course it does]

May 27th

[myrealname]

[she shift in locations happened in the blink of an eye. literally. Jane had been staring out of her apartment window and desert changed to rocks and water. she stayed inside for a while, shaken at what she'd seen.

but eventually, she shrugs on her thickest hoodie and makes her way out of her apartment. she needs to find shops and see if they have any food because obviously she won't be getting it from anywhere else any time soon.

as she's exploring, she hears a familiar voice asking a question]

Nope. I didn't know there was a vote.

[abyssalarcana]

It happened before all of you showed up.

[Caedra frowns, shakes her head.]

And the most irritating part of it was that the vote was done on those strange little phones. I couldn't do anything to change the outcome.

[myrealname]

Seriously? So you guys chose this? Over what? The base of an active volcano?

[Jane is incredulous. this sucks. the climate sucks, there's no real beach to enjoy, and it looks like it's going to rain]

What would you have done if it hadn't been?