Event Log: Fourth Wall, Part One

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone in the city + Fourth Wall visitors!
What: Part one of the fourth wall event, hosted by Fear, Confusion, and Delight!
Where: All around the city
When: October 24th-November 1st
Warnings: Visitors from other worlds!

If you're not from around here, you may be wondering what's going on. You've woken up out of the blue in the colosseum, or near a temple, or in one of the numerous other locations in the city. You're somewhere underground and it's dark, cold, and maybe a little unnerving.

Luckily, shortly after your arrival, the road below your feet begins to light up in a gentle, warm glow. The light points you in a set direction and, if you choose to travel that way, will lead you toward the center of the city, where there is a large gathering of others who are lost here like you, people who might know their way around a bit more, and even some of the gods who rule this place.

There are lights strung up on poles throughout the large clearing, casting a comforting glow onto the tables beneath them. The tables are abundant with lots of food that looks simply delicious- though, none of it tastes quite like it should. The tarts taste like green beans, the mashed potatoes like cheesecake, and the chocolate seems oddly reminiscent of steak. In addition, there are decorations artfully placed around the meeting point. If you see them moving, don't worry- that's probably just your imagination.

Also distributed along the tables are shot glasses, filled with a sludgy, yellow substance. If you're brave enough to consume them, they taste strongly of mint and will give you a much needed energy boost, circumventing the need to eat or sleep for a full 24 hours! After that, however, everything hits you all at once, so use them wisely. Some of you may remember these shots from our How Delightful event earlier this year!

In addition to all of the above, there are also party poppers strewn around the area. Each popper can jet out some strange objects- glitter bombs, seashells, plastic dinosaurs, maybe a live lizard or two- so be careful! Feel free to use your discretion on these, but remember to keep it small!
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Of course, you can always not travel that way. The rest of the city has plenty of places to explore- maybe you'd like to stumble in our Silent Hill zone, have a quick look around the alien orchard, or check out any of the god temples that can inspire their chosen emotion. Be careful not to get lost in the tunnels leading away from the cave- none of them can actually move you above ground, but you may run into a few monsters on the way.

For those of you who have been with us awhile, please bear with the gods while they try to adjust around these new folks! Join in on the festivities if you like, or try to orient as many of the others as you can. Start a community outreach program, start a fight club, introduce your parents to your weird cave girlfriend- nobody's judging!

Well. Some of us might be.
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Enjoy the fourth wall event at Hadriel! Once you're settled in feel free to explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies.

Fourth wall characters do not enter with phones so they cannot reach the network- however, if you'd like to handwave that they somehow got ahold of Mello's Newcomer guide to avoid the 'where am I/what is this' sort of questions, then feel free!

Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers October 24th-November 1st.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well! Fourth wall characters will not have posting access, so grab an in-game friend if you wanted to do anything separate from the main log.
► Fourth wall characters will be in the city for at least one week, though they can stay for longer. The party will go on throughout the entire week, thanks to Delight's boundless energy!
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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Mr. Peanutbutter | BoJack Horseman | OTA

[stealingyourthunder]

A - Food!

[Regardless of what anyone else thinks of the food, Mr. Peanutbutter's over the moon for it. It's advisable to stay away because anyone who gets within so much as a foot of him is getting roped into hearing about how much he loves it.]

You know, I love chocolate and I love steak. I mean, who doesn't, right? Why did no one ever think to put these two things together?! That's the real question. This is amazing. And you know what the best part is? Because it tastes like steak that means it's not actually poisonous to me. I can eat as much of this as I like! Isn't that great?

[Are you really sure you should be eating this, Mr. Peanutbutter? He's putting more in his mouth anyway.]

B - Decorations

[If he's not gushing about the food he might be found snarling at decorations.]

I know I just sure it move! It--

[Ah! There it goes again! His ears prick up, and he turns to give the decorations another fierce growl.]

You saw that. Didn't you? Please tell me you saw them do that.

[svensk]

[He has no idea what this person is, nothing about them - him? judging by the voice - makes sense, but he's quite certain that it is a dog and nothing else, so he'll head over there and pluck that piece of chocolate right out of his hands.

He cares about the well-being of a dog more than about that of any other species, no strings-attached, and taste does not indeed define what something is. Who says that it would be the case here?

He affects a strict tone, as he would with any other dog when telling them off for taking a food that is not for them.]

Humans flavour everything to their taste these days. Taste means close to nothing when you want to judge what a food is really made of anymore. [Or so he has been told, anyway.]

Jay | Marble Hornets | OTA

[theentries]

[So what do you get when you mix waking up with a seven month gap in your memory and Hadriel? Panic. Lots and lots of panic. It's not that Jay hasn't experienced the whole 'wake up somewhere with no recollection of how you got there' song and dance before, but not this badly. At least he still has his camera. So Jay does what he does best and starts filming everything.

His walk takes him all over Hadriel. Jay had spotted the monsters hanging around the tunnels, so nope, he's not that dumb. But that aside he'll be filming the orchards and wondering if any of the stuff there is editable. Next is the temples and Jay finds himself drawn to Hope's, seeing if he could zoom in all the way and see the ceiling. Lastly, almost inevitably, he winds up in the Silent Hill zone and fairly deep into it.

Someone may want to help him with that before the sirens go off. Nobody wants to see what'll come out from there.]

[asrielasitgets]

[Hello, Jay!

There's a small, extremely apprehensive looking fuzzy goat monster near you, who, weirdly, also has a camera. The lens cap is still on, despite the recording light also being on. He's clutching it to his chest like a lifeline rather than really pointing it at anything.

This isn't the Underground he knows at all. There's trees in Snowdin, but they're all the same kind and they don't give fruit, and while the herbs and vegetables remind him of his Dad's garden, it's not the same! He has no idea where this creepy place is or what he's doing here or how he got here.

He has to get back. Chara's... there's no time.

Oh thank goodness there's someone here. They're not like any monster he's seen, but he doesn't care right now, running up to them with paws swishing through the grass.]

H-howdy!

Flowey the Flower | Undertale | OTA

[youplayedyourself]

[There are so many people pouring into the place, it's probably easy to overlook a single tiny little flower. People overlook children all the time, and they're waist-height! No way people would bother looking all the way down at the ground for little old Flowey, right?

Good.

He's got a lot of work to do if he wants to move around. Below the ground, his network of roots is expanding, sifting the earth so he can burrow and tunnel from one place to the next. Nobody minds the holes cracking through the floor, right? Somebody'll patch those right up.

You might not have noticed the vines creeping out of the ground, grasping and coiling and tugging things to him, but this little guy appears to have amassed an impressive pile of party poppers around himself.]

Golly! This should be fun. I can't WAIT to see what comes out!

[Don't look now, but he might be looking your way!]

Don't you just LOVE surprises?

[muscovy]

[Muscovy is actually looking back in fascination and half misses the flower's words, half doesn't listen in the first place.]

You are very pretty.

[...Okay, he just has to go over and try to pet it.]

frisk || undertale | sol raveh crau || ota

[souldeterminant]

[When they wake up, it's not on a bed of golden flowers. Somehow that's not surprising anymore.]

[Neither is following an indicated path, though the one in this Underground is warm and gentle, unlike the dark shadows and moving stones of the Ruins. It's the first major tell for Frisk that they aren't in some warped version of Home, not even the possible path they had asked of Ozuma once they left the castle. It's too kind - they hadn't asked for that.]

[And their Partner isn't with them.]

[But Frisk is an old hand at traveling the unknown, and as the path opens up into a city clearing dressed in weird decorations and delicious-smelling food, they figure that this may not be their world or the castle, but hey, they've woken up in worse places.]

[They spend some time exploring the different foods - the first time they bite into a tart, a pinched look jumps into their expression, but they're oddly stone-faced as they sample each dish a little at a time. Uh, you can have this square of cornbread that tastes like raw onion, though; they'll just pass that right off to you. Once that's finished, they bypass the shots - smells too strongly of mint - and spend bit more time than is likely polite playing with the party poppers. Oops! Is that a lizard flying towards your face? My b.]

[They're covered in glitter and have a couple seashells caught in the fabric of their sweater by the time they finally get bored of the immediate area and decide to do something else. And by that we mean: Frisk simply picks a direction and goes. Drifting through the open, winding streets that curve between the towering spires may not be the safest idea, but it's an opportunity they aren't going to waste. After all, the one thing they never did get to do in the Underground - their Underground - was explore the city itself.]

[skelebro]

[A kid, a kid. But not the one he's come to know here, he thinks. Given the way the Door's been sweepin' in all matter of strange things, people he knows, people he don't know but would know in another world, people he knows who just deviate ever so slightly from his definition of the norm - it ain't real hard to pick apart the minutiae here. And pick apart he does, 'cause he might not be a lotta things, but one thing he is? It's observant.

He knows this ain't his Frisk. If he can even call the one who lives here "his" - maybe that'd be a little too close for the rocky, distant, loosely-defined "friendship" the pair of 'em share.

He follows 'em anyway. Even finds a bit of rebar to crack underfoot for the purposes of a callback. It ain't quite a stick, but it's somethin'.

And maybe he could learn somethin' from them, since his Frisk ain't really predisposed to talk. It's an underhanded maneuver, sure, but since when has he ever played fair? Playin' fair is for people who're strong enough to afford to, and he ain't.

Out comes the hand, and here comes that familiar chuckle.]

Heya, kid. Is it too late for an encore?

Asriel Dreemurr | Undertale | OTA

[alltozero]

[There's a statue here that shouldn't really be here.

Wherever "here" is.

It's not the Underground. He knows that much, because that's where he's supposed to be. An empty place, with only one or two stragglers. People who are easy to hide from, so everyone can be safe from him.

This place doesn't seem very safe at all. Too many people. Nowhere to hide himself. He's made it this far, to a statue he recognizes. To an old lullabye he knows so well it hurts. And he... ha ha, he doesn't know where else to go. He doesn't know why this happened. But this tiny trace of home in a frighteningly big and bustling and strange place, it...

It aches a little, in a place that's struggling to keep remembering how to feel.

Maybe this... maybe this is what happens when something without a SOUL dies? Maybe that's why he...

He sits down in the statue's weathered lap. Curls himself into a tiny ball, tugging his ears over himself. And there, with his head buried between his knees, he begins to sniffle and tremble.

He always was a crybaby.]

[beautyis]

[Papyrus is walking his patrol when he hears sniffles.

He follows them with concern, careful not to make too much noise as he approaches to startle whoever it is. That's when he finally sees the little monster, curled up and crying at the base of the statue from Waterfall...

They must be from home. They must be very scared... Papyrus puts on a gentle smile and stops nearby.]

I see you found the statue! I was surprised to find it sitting here as well!

Rasmus Björklund | Vampire: The Masquerade OC | ota

[svensk]

[Gathering]

[He didn't exactly expect to turn up anyway, so it isn't like Hadriel can break any expectations, but a creepy underground city sounds about right if he had been expecting anything.

The light below his feet fits, too, in a roundabout way. Just that it, as he finds out, doesn't lead the way to redemption, heaven, hell, or any such concepts, but to a ...party?

He stops and surveys the crowd for a while, trying to discern when kind of crowd the people in it are. Intensely enough to not notice that one of the dogs that were sitting by his feet, the German Shepherd, is heading off to sniff at some of the foods that are offered. Tell a guy that his dog left him?

If not, he will notice himself eventually and for the bat of an eyelash frown in confusion before heading after her and get her. Just that she's nowhere to be seen, so he approaches your character.]

Excuse me, do you happen to have seen my dog?

[No, not the one obediently tailing him.]


Entrance of the tunnels

[He's not going straight in, but Rasmus is standing outside of one of the dark holes in the walls of the cave, pondering what lies behind. Is it worth it to venture inside?

He'll turn around if he hears someone approach behind him and smile at them.] You don't happen to know what lies behind this, do you?

Tunnels

[deadsinger]

[Though the festivities are certainly entertaining - so many bright colors and strange foods - Alexio is far more interested in finishing whatever task his goddess requires of him. Thus far, her voice has been absent and he doubts that the task is related to drinking. Though he did a fair amount of that back in the city just to be sure.

He rests his hand on his axe, peering at the tunnel curiously.]

I do not. I was told no one does.

[Whether or not that's true remains to be seen.]

The Batter | OFF | OTA

[oldballgame]

[Hadriel has probably dragged in a heck of a lot of people that were in strange places at the time of their arrival. It appears to be the case with this guy, someone who's dressed for a baseball game rather than getting ported to another world. Aside from three of these guys and a bloodstained baseball bat, anyway. We're sure there's a perfectly good reason for it.

Hint: has something to do with all the dead monsters in his wake.

The Batter is pretty determined to get out of this place however. He's not going to be bothering with the party and instead will be exploring the entirety of the new Zone he's found himself in. Most people will get a glance at best - none of those here look like Elsen - but if you're a monster...

Well, hope you can talk fast.]

[beautyis]

[The Underground didn't have much room for sports that required a field. Baseball ended up being a thing people knew about as a surface sport, maybe played rudimentary versions of the game, but never organized a real play of it. So Papyrus is familiar, in the sense that a desert-dweller may be familiar with hockey.]

Wowie! A real baseball player! Have you ever hit a home run??

[The fact that the bat is stained with blood is ignored. Plenty of people around here kill the not-monsters, even if Papyrus doesn't believe they deserve it. It's an unfortunate fact of the world of Hadriel that Papyrus has had to get used to.]

John Winchester ; Supernatural

[fathershould]

[ Excuse my catchall, this suspicious bastard's time in Hadriel will be unpredictable at best. Starters to come! ]

1. 24th - party outskirts

[fathershould]

[ John Winchester believed in fairies. He believed in abduction. He believed in, quite frankly, a whole lot of crap that other people would never put up with. This was classic will-o-the-wisp behavior. Albeit, the road lighting up to guide the way instead of the glowing guidance of floating lights bobbing away in the distance, was a slight adjustment to the usual theme.

Oddly enough, it also made him think of the Wizard of Oz story. Follow the Yellow Brick Road. That story had begun in Kansas as well--and there had been a death in the first act, not unlike his own story. Although honestly, the death of a witch compared to the murder of his beloved Mary? Well, he was a hunter. He didn't really care if there was one less witch in the world. Good riddance.

In any case, there was no chance in Hell that he was going to walk straight into the middle of that lit clearing. He followed the path, a hand on his gun the entire way, and upon reaching the vicinity of the clearing, he'd sheared away, moving off into the far more calming cover of darkness, familiar and inky.

He watched the people, watched them chat and drink, watched them engage in fairy magic tricks with each other. Some of them seemed like old friends, reuniting. Some old enemies. It was tempting, but it was by far more tempting to stay away, where he was sure his head was screwed on straight. Paranoia or not, this was what he was best at, staying safe, no matter how suspicious he might look to the people in the circle; the occasional glimpse of a face caught by the light, a face flickering back into shadow once again. ]

papyrus | ota

[beautyis]

[Papyrus can be found anywhere around the city, patrolling for the city guard. Eventually, he makes his way to the party, following the lights, and tries some of the food (of course, adding some magic to make it edible to him). Without thinking too much about it, he downs a shot.

Afterwards, he is a little... extra energetic, wandering around and socializing with many people. He might randomly gift someone a... bone...?? Not from his body, but a magic one that he's created. It's a nice way to break the ice when meeting something new! First meeting gift-giving! Everyone should try it!

Eventually, the shot wears off and Papyrus can be found trying to stay awake, lying on the ground against a food table, delirious from lack of sleep. He still tries to socialize, but isn't doing too well...]

I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL.... (eway vers.)

[everyonecanbekind]

[ an identical skeleton can be found exploring a city beyond anything he'd ever seen before. It leads him to a party, filled with a random assortment of foods and an even more random assortment of people. His eyes light up. A chance!! The chance!! To be popular!!

he just so happens to be walking into the crowd when residential Papyrus walks out-- and he stops just short of bumping into the other tall skeleton to give him a strange look. ]

...Are you?? Me?? [ oh!! Oh wow!! Wow!! He feels so impressed by himself. Even if he's hyper. His other self.

How confusing. ]

symmetra | overwatch | ota

[functionalist]

[Satya woke up on the ground, followed the lights, expecting to find something sinister... Instead she's found a party? Confused, she hovers around the edges of the crowd, not really liking the large crowd of people. Eventually she makes her way to the snack table, since that's an easy way to participate-without-participating, and tastes some chocolate.

This was, possibly, the worst thing that has ever happened to her. She freaks out, making a distressed, muffled noise and spits the chocolate into a napkin and throws it away. Goodness. Steak has no business having the texture of chocolate. That was a sensory nightmare.

She does not trust the rest of the food or drink from then on, but she hovers around the food tables anyway, periodically picking dirt off her clothes or grimacing at the decor.]

[deadsinger]

[Aside from the occasional strangeness with the food - the cooks, Alexio is certain, are having themselves a right laugh - the party itself is fairly enjoyable. Alcohol flows easily, the conversations are just interesting enough to continue, and there are a great many things to look at. And colors Alexio can hardly imagine. Hundreds of them. He wishes dearly his paints could capture such brilliance.

The clothes, too, are interesting and terribly unknown.

He pauses at the sight of the woman in blue. There's an odd contraption on her face, similar to the 'sun glasses' that Alexio encountered earlier. Curious.]

You dislike the festivities?

[He offers her a polite smile, one hand looped through his skin belt. Perhaps it's in bad taste to carry an axe around, but he's unwilling to part with it just yet.]

Diana | Rule of Rose | ota - cw for allusions to child sexual assault

[redroseduchess]

[Oh this is just disgusting. Did Hoffman see her punishing wretched Jennifer and throw her in the basement? This filthy place is only fit for beggars like Jennifer and Amanda, not Diana. Ugh, to think she'd endured his nasty hands on her hair and her dress only to end up--

Not in the orphanage.

Diana stands up as the ground begins to glow, forming a path of golden light. Everything beyond the path is dusty and unknown, so she follows it, shivering as she leaves the arena and enters the city proper.]

It's hideous. [She scowls at the awful decorations. It's a place to send someone for punishment, surely. As soon as she finds her way back home, she'll tell the other aristocrats about it and make sure they send Jennifer here for a few hours. She deserves it, after what she did, taking the fish and getting her into trouble.

When she reaches the party, she turns her nose up at the food on principle, even though it looks worlds better than the food she's used to.

Talk to this awful girl at any point in her journey from the arena to the party. It will go so well. (It won't.)]

[mismanagement]

[Aside from a few unwelcome guests, things are going much better than expected. Maketh sips her drink, rifle at her side, and watches the strangers mingle. There are many more than usual this time, though she cannot say why. Clearly the gods have been meddling. That rarely ends well.

She doesn't expect to see a child wandering among them. Oh, she'd hardly be Hadriel's first, but it's rare.

Maketh sets her glass aside with a sigh.]

Are you here alone, girl?

[Maketh has a sinking feeling she already knows the answer.]

Pamela Winchell | Welcome to Night Vale

[denialskills]

[Former Mayor, current Director of Emergency Press Conferences, Pamela Winchell is not that surprised to find herself in an underground cavern laid out for a feast. That seems like fairly normal natural disaster fare.
She finds a tall rock and a shorter rock to stand on, fashioning a podium]

Ahem!

[Not loud enough, possibly. Banging on the podium with her own shoe seems like the thing to do here and she goes with that feeling.]

A-hem!

Attention Citizens of Night Vale [Because there must be other citizens here, Pamela's certain. Total certainty is the leadership quality that got her chosen for Mayor in the first place. Total disregard for observable "reality" is another.]

Attention Interlopers! Interloperrssss!
[She takes a moment for the customary Night Valiean pointing and glaring at strangers.]
Attention statuary beings of This Cave! Attention to the Press Corps who I can only assume are in hiding. You do realize that hiding from the Sheriff's Secret Police is unlawful, even if the Secret Police are also in hiding? Saying "Oh, I thought we were playing hide-and-seek" fools no one, Matthew.

We are trapped here in a cave, yes. We are staring at an unholy feast, a feast that likely contains wheat and its byproducts. But we, as a town have suffered far far worse. I am with you Night Vale. I, Pamela Winchell am here with you and I promise I will keep you updated on all the latest developments as they happen.

[nowtheweather]

I know I for one am comforted by the prompt response, Director Winchell.

That even in the face of mysterious kidnappings and feasts that are not what they seem, that our elected officials are with us and watching.

Always watching.

[A beat.]

I've heard from several of the supposed 'fellow kidnappees' [What's that? Just the airquotes because nope she doesn't buy this, not entirely.] that the food here does not taste like it should. So far no reports of bleeding or strange organs found in vegetables, though so it's not nearly up to par with the annual barbecue.

Lúcio | Overwatch | ota

[wallriding]

[a: party]

[Well, it's like a party, but there's no music. And what's a party without music? No fun, that's what. Luckily, Lucio's here to bring the sick beats and get everyone in a good mood. Sure, he's missing any real equipment, but he can make do well enough with what he's got. He's got speakers on him, he's got beats with him, he's got enough backup power to go for awhile.

So Lucio can be found making himself at home, sampling a little of the food and playing loud, but not quite loud enough to be obnoxious, music. Anyone walking nearby might find themselves moving faster, as this particular track gives a speed boost to anyone hearing it - just a little extra jolt of speed and energy so that everyone can have a little more fun. Let's break it down!]

[b: exploring]

[The party was pretty good, but after awhile Lucio got restless - or curious, or maybe a little of both. Whatever it was, it ended with him heading out into the city. He's been skating along, with little hops now and then as rubble appears in his path. He seems to be in a pretty good mood, all things considered, looking around and humming a quiet tune.

He slides to a stop at the sight of someone else, smiling.]

Hey there. This place could use some fixing up, huh?

a

[pixilated]

[ Some weird shit has happened to Roxy, so she thinks little of this little shift in her reality. She's use to slipping in between planes to planes. Nothing really all that strange about this. But this party. Goddamn this shit is weird. What is up with that baby? Crazy. If only one of her friends were here so they could point out the absurdity of it all. But they are not here. As luck would have it there seems to be other people around, loads of them in fact. This is the best possible outcome. There might be no Janey, Dirk or Jake, but she could always make a new friend.

This one guy seems to be jamming away to his own ill beats. She wanders over, eating some cookie that tastes like Skittles and watches a bit. Eventually the groove of the music catches up to her and she starts bobbing along. She's moving faster than she normally does, but who cares? This is fun. She twirls in a circle, stumbles a bit from the increased momentum and laughs. ]

Play it again, Dj Shades! I wanna dance some more.

Chara (and Frisk!) | Undertale | Redswap AU | OTA

[itstheend]

[Hey Hadriel are you sick of small children in striped sweaters yet? Boy, do I have news for you! This one isn't wearing a sweater! Instead, it's a white, long sleeved shirt.

They also aren't in the best shape. They look like they haven't been eating well for a week, which they haven't. Their hair is matted. One of their shoes is missing. Their clothes are a)drenched and b)covered in swamp mud with the occasional patch of old blood to liven it up. What skin is visible is littered with assorted bruises, cuts, and scrapes.

...and their left hand is a mangled mess that even being extensively bandaged can't quite manage to conceal the wrongness of.

They have had a day. They have had several days. At first they think this is just another area of the Underground until their passenger starts flipping out about not being able to recognize anything, and they're extremely unamused by whatever transported them here.

Chara wanders the city, avoiding both crowds and monsters, sticking to shadows and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. They have always liked a library, and can be found perusing Hadriel's and shoving a book that looks somewhat interesting under their shirt.

They also can be found in the armory, picking up polearms way too big for them even if they had two functional hands or trying to fit a knife down the side of their shoe or through their belt.

Finally, the sound of a music box reaches their ears, and they can be found sitting crosslegged in front of a certain statue. They seem somewhat bored and impatient, fidgeting with their sleeve ends, but they continue to indulge their tenant.]

persephone poldma | the raven cycle | ota

[arbuja]

[ Surprises are a rare thing to a psychic.

That idea flits through the white-haired woman's mind as she walks the streets of this city of stone. The whole idea of it all, Persephone realizes, is rather contradictory -- a psychic, in some ways, deals in surprises, in mysteries, in things better left unexplained.

Or perhaps that job belongs to a magician.

Energy reverberates through this place. It's a mixed-up sort of power, Persephone thinks. Constructive and destructive. Harmonious and contradictory. It's something to be investigated. Persephone closes her eyes, inhales deeply, and starts walking, letting her own abilities and the magic of this place guide her. She moves lightly, without sound, and with an ethereal quality that doesn't seem quite real.

Eventually, Persephone makes her way to Sorrow's temple. The energy is fresh here, but not overwhelming. There's a sense of mysticism in this place, an ancient and mysterious melancholy that Persephone allows into her head, her heart, her bones. She sits by the altar, her oddly printed skirt completely covering her legs, and her white cloud of hair falling every which-way. She keeps her eyes closed and her palms on the ground, until she feels a presence come within a few feet of her.

Without warning,, her eyes fly open. ]

Oh. [ Persephone says, her soft voice sounding mildly intrigued. ] It's you.

[unknowable]

[Surprises are less rare for Adam.

At this point, he supposes, he might be considered a psychic as well - or something, at least. But he doesn't see the future, exactly, so much as he sees patterns and energy and the whims of a magical forest, the path of a ley line. It's Cabeswater coaxing him to take a walk that brings him to Persephone, an aimless desire to stretch his legs. He does think something is coming, because of the way the leaves rustle, but he doesn't know what.

After his walk, he plans to retrieve his tarot cards and his scrying bowl and try to figure out what's going on. But the walk first, to calm himself, and because that seems to be what's needed.

He is expecting something, eventually. He isn't expecting this, and he stops suddenly the moment he sees Persephone. It's not impossible here, nothing is impossible, but still. It feels impossible.

He steps forward, careful, as if she might disappear.]

Persephone?

Snas || That One Obscure Game Idk Man

[badtimesnewroman]

[Hoo boy, here we go.

Getting his hands on one of the handy dandy newbie guides answers a few questions he coulda had otherwise, which just leaves one monster (in the flesh, of course. Sans the uh, flesh) to idle about as he pleases- which is great, because idling is his second favorite past time. Three guesses as to the first.

But hey, there's a good thing about wanting to sleep so much. When that becomes first instinct, it's how he knows it's the wrong choice, migrating his way through the city with a pocketed party popper here, a mildly regretful shot there. The wrong choice becomes non-optional, which is...

Heh. Yeah, great. Sure.

Let's go with that.]

[beautyis]

[Before Sans passes out, Papyrus finds him. Again. Well, it's not too surprising to run into Sans often at a party. There are a lot of people, but only so much room.

He grins at his brother excitedly, having taken his shot and extra-energized as a result. He stomps in place, dancing excitedly.]

Sans! Sans!! There are! Papyrii!! Two of them! In total! There is two of us!!

Chara | We Are Legion: Sol Raveh Edition

[achievementhunter]

[Welcome to hell, welcome to hell!

It is truly encouraging to know that this sort of thing opts to occur without any given notice. Immediately upon arrival, Chara's first instinct is to get away from the crowds- from themself, and themselves, before this all goes belly up the same way it had before, and they wind up nicking the communicator off whichever idiot version of themself calls this place home as they bleed out on the ground. People didn't appreciate you kicking your own ass-- fancy that.

It's a very familiar coat to some that adorns their frame, and to many, it probably looks better on Frisk or...perhaps even it's originator. Sucks to be you. Don't speak to them or their 99 Sans jackets ever again- or ever, if that's preferable. Head down and hood up, the kid has one intent and one intent only on their mind; get the hell out of the way, and let everyone else burn the place down.

It was only a matter of time before someone else did.]

[skelebro]

[Hey now. You're an allstar. That's a familiar-lookin' coat.

Too bad he can only think of so many instances in which it'd be handed over willingly, and befriendin' the kid to this kind of extent ain't one of 'em. Maybe it is in the cards, but who knows? If it is, he ain't gonna be the guy to find out, most likely.

Not after those photographs.

So lemme tell you one about the skeleton that leaned up against the outside of a house. Outside of Frisk's house, as luck or fate or life would have it, the very one they share with Chara, with hands in pockets and a wide, wide grin.]

It's rude to take things without askin'.

Frederick Chilton | Hannibal | OTA

[cbag]

1. Colosseum

[ When Chilton awakens, he knows exactly what the logical thing to do is: panic immediately.

His breath comes out in ragged huffs as he clambers to his feet, eyes wide and scanning the area for some sign of anything familiar. There's nothing. Just a dilapidated stone ring and the overwhelming need to get out. It's dark, cold, and it isn't Baltimore.

He feels around desperately for his cane as the road before him begins to glow. Horrified but not finding any other option, he takes off along it. ]

2. Party
[ By now, Chilton has calmed down just a little bit. He's breathing normally and holding himself in his usual haughty way, at any rate. At least he's found people, and he's managed to gather so information about where he is--though he isn't certain he believes it. Now, he's busying himself by very adamantly judging the food. He picks up one of the shooters, lifts it to the light to, and grimaces before returning it to its place on the table.

Once you've had one bad dining experience, it doesn't wear off. ]

3. Wildcard

[ Whatever works for you, or adjust the above to fit your needs. I'm easy. ]

party - i apologize in advance for this asshole

[deadsinger]

[What a wonderful place this is. Alexio rather likes it. All the colors and strange, dreamlike decorations. He spent a good amount of time examining the wall and the things mounted on it, attempting to determine their origin and - much to his delight - returning only with more questions. His goddess is generous to send him to such a place. Clearly he will return with even more knowledge than before.

Not everyone appears to be enjoying themselves, however. Alexio continues his examination of a plastic fork - it bends, this is wonderful - and decides to investigate. Whatever his goddess requires, it clearly involves a great many people.

How curious.

Besides, it's rude to ignore a man.

And this one is wearing such strange clothes! Alexio has never seen their like. His own armor and skin belt must seem odd in comparison, and the axe stuck through his belt perhaps even rude, but given the situation, it seems unwise to walk unarmed or without his belt. Thus far, no one has recognized any of the braids hanging from it and claimed retribution in name of the dead.

He gives the fork another experimental prod.]

You are not pleased with the food?

The Gray Man | The Raven Cycle | OTA

[aescgraeg]

a
[There's no reason to NOT follow the helpfully lit path, if one was being honest. The Gray Man is already at a loss for where he is, what exactly is going on here. He's had enough experience with magic and that which man cannot ever truly know to feel reasonably safe in working with this being because of that. There's plenty of old poetry about being kidnapped by the fair folk, and while that poetry in particular was not where his passions lay he was familiar with it enough to know that if this is one of those cases, it's best to a) stay on the path and b) do not eat or drink anything here.

Which is why he does make his way to the party and certainly inspects what the table has to offer without taking or tasting any of it.

It could also be a trap of some kind, in which case he has his gun in the concealed holster under his cloths as usual.

It could be both, in which case he is keeping aware and his wits about him as he does what he does best when preparing for the possibility of a fight. Observing.]

b
[Having determined that he is not at least in some alternate fairy world and that it is safe to leave the path, the Gray Man falls back on looking for information. He doesn't stray too far from where the party is being held even if he does leave the main area of it. He searches - for any sign of reasoning or clues, and while he's very good at investigation in spite of technically being a (former?) hit man, he's not about to pass by asking the locals for help either. So as long as someone looks like they might have answers, or at least like they won't take a conversation as an excuse to start a fight, he's got no problems approaching and giving a disarmingly easygoing and friendly smile before asking,]

Hello, I don't suppose you can tell me anything about this place, can you?

c
[Wildcard! Make your own starter or whatever]

a

[unknowable]

[More people have arrived than ever before, and for once they don't seem to have brought monsters along with them. That's enough reason for Adam to come to the - well, he supposes it's a party, or something like one. When newcomers arrive, he generally avoids the colosseum, thanks to his lack of monster-fighting skill, but he often makes his way to the streets nearby. To help, sure, but mainly to see if anyone he knows has come.

This time is safer than usual. He's not much of a partier, but he makes his way through the crowd, on the lookout for anyone familiar. He's not really expecting to find anyone - but he does. And it's not at all who he might have expected.

He approaches the Gray Man carefully. He knows what the man has done, both to them and for them, and Adam is naturally cautious anyway.]

You must have just gotten here.

Papyrus | pre-canon AU | fundertale | OTA

[cinnamonbroll]

(a.)

[ a small, skeleton child is holding a party popper in his hand! Papyrus has seen one or two of these before-- but they never really worked. Most of them were pretty soggy from when they fell underground. But this one is dry!! And!! It has contents!!

The string is pulled and glitter explodes from the inside, coating any who stand close enough (and the small skeleton) in a cloud of golden glittery confetti. He coughs, holding the empty party popper and then rubbing his eye with a small, gloved hand.

He's doing a great job of smearing the glitter everywhere... ]

(b.)

[ there's a small set of baby bones stuffed into a jacket a little too big for him waddling toward the center of town. His feet light beneath him, and he starts jumping from illuminated spot to illuminated spot. Maybe he's just trying to see how far he can jump at once?

Regardless, he jumps, and jumps, and jumps, until he trips and falls on his face. It hurts. He frowns and his entire body lifts a little. His eye sockets sting. ]

Sans said...big bones don' cry. [ he starts standing!! ] Onl...only baby bones cry, an' I'm not a baby bone!

[ ain't no baby bone!! He gets up and rubs his forehead with a small whine, and then starts to walk again. ]

b.

[skelebro]

[You see a tiny skeleton kid hoppin' around, and what d'ya do? Well, if you're Sans, you kinda wonder if you're losin' your mind, a little bit. And then you step in, 'cause this ain't even the weirdest thing you've seen all day.

God. He's so small.]

No shame in bein' a babybones.

Bobby Singer | Supernatural | OTA

[idjitwrangler]

A: arrival

Bobby was half expecting to never wake up again. Sure, he was dead, but he'd been dead for awhile and didn't know where he'd actually wind up after that. Heaven or hell? You don't just run for your reaper and get a free pass upstairs. He'd turned into one of the things they hunted and now he was picking himself up off the cold hard ground in what looks like it used to be a shopping district a long time and several natural disasters ago. He's alone, and looking around gives him nothing in terms of where he might be. A glance upwards reveals a bit more...

"Where in the sam hill..." There's no sky, just more cold hard stone. He's in a cavern underground. "All signs point towards downstairs," he mumbles to himself, picking his hat up and dusting it off before putting it back on his head as he walks over to a shop and tries to open the door. He's not interested in getting inside, just in whether or not the handle turns. It does. With no effort whatsoever, besides the physical. "And corporeal, I s'pose. That's something. Hello?"

He calls out, closing the shop door again and wandering down the street. "Anybody around?" A soft glow rising from the street he's walking on is the only response, and Bobby huffs out a sigh. "Guess I'll follow that. Can't lead to anything questionable." Every now and then as he follows the glowing street he'll call out again, on the off chance someone hears and can provide some explanation as to where he's ended up.

B: party

Finally he's standing at the edge of the party, if one could call it that, and his stomach growls at the sight of the food... but he doesn't trust it. He does a wide loop through the gathering looking for familiar faces before stopping someone in his path. Maybe someone who's actually eating or drinking, or examining one of the strange shots that does not (sadly) appear to be whiskey.

"S'cuse me, do you have the slightest inklin' what's going on? Where are we?"

A!

[kickingand]

Cas had been the one to point out what appeared to be a party going on in the center of the city and Dean had been more than obliged to, well, willingly go along with the angel. It wasn't as if he was in the mood to be a party pooper and if anything, he was kind of thrilled by the idea of socializing whilst he was annoyingly perky. What better way to socialize than to piss everyone off with your drunk ass self. The Mark would have its way with him sooner or later, of that he was sure, but for at least another day it wasn't dragging him down into the depths of his own personal Hell and he could get by with the constant nagging in his head, the persistent tug that made him want to sink his fingers into--

Let's not go there.

Now just wasn't the goddamn time.

-- Anyway, Dean had been on his way down with Cas when he'd heard it. Grabbing for the angel's arm, he stood stock still for a few seconds and then waited for as long as he could stand, listening hard into the wealth of darkness to try and pull out the sound of a familiar voice. He listened and just as he was about to let Cas carry them on their merry way, he heard it again. Which was right about when he pushed away from the angel, telling him he'd be back as soon as he could, don't wait up, just head on to the party. And then Dean was gone from Castiel's side, following the sound of the voice as best as he could until he finally heard it call for a third time and he almost choked on his own breath because it was Bobby. Bobby, who shouldn't be here, who should finally be gone, but Dean didn't care all the same.

"Bobby!"

Dean shouted out, as loud as he could, still trying to find the person behind the voice, hoping that playing Marco Polo would eventually get him to Bobby's side.

Carlisle Longinmouth | OC

[tongueamok]

[Though not interested in parties -- no matter how promising the food may look -- Carlisle has a fine view of the ongoing one in the center of the city from his rooftop garden. He crafted it atop an empty store for various reasons: for one, it gave him a private sanctuary away from his apartment where his plants would be relatively safe, just in case his home became inhospitable due to a sudden fire, an ink monster, a bear attack, etc. He preferred not to keep his plants in Sorrow's orchard, lest others trample them carelessly. In addition to his concerns over the safety of his garden, some of his plants required more light for germination than was available at his former apartment.

The problem is that now that they have blossomed and they need to be transported elsewhere, he actually has to do that. The smaller ones he's slowly taken to the home he shares with Kate, Faith, and Crow, bringing one at a time whenever he could make the trek; the larger ones, however, will take some real effort. Carlisle figures that doing this while everyone is at the party is as good a time as any -- there will be less chance of people stopping him, asking him where he's going and what he's doing with those peculiar plants that don't grow in the orchard. He does not want to talk about it, or what he had to do to get them. He does not serve the false gods, he's reminded himself. It was a trade, a means to an end.

The plant currently giving him the most grief is the fanged ivy: the saplings have grown too large to keep on the roof, and need more dirt than available in even the largest pots he could find. He's managed to get a third stalk growing from a cutting, but the original two he received from Sorrow have got to go.

And that means carrying them, pots and all, to an isolated area of the park he's chosen for them.

Fanged ivy is called that for an obvious reason: the long vines feature not only prickly, slender leaves, but also long, sharp thorns. To top off his list of complications, Carlisle has not fully recovered from the previous month's events, his body still easily exhausted as he tries to haul the cumbersome plants from the roof of a building all the way across the city.

So if anyone stumbles upon him, they may find him still in his garden, planning his latest project. Perhaps they'll stumble upon him carrying a tall sapling with dangling, dangerous tendrils sprouting from the top of a slim trunk. Or they just might cross him sitting beside a building or a tree, his eyes closed as he rests and tries to regain his composure. No matter where he is, he's likely to be picking thorns out of his clothing.]

[hippocratical]

[Simon isn't exactly patrolling, but he is taking the occasional walk out and away from the clinic to see if any of the newcomers that seem to be streaming into the city need his help. And seeing Carlisle propped up against the side of a building definitely looks like 'needing help' to him. Approaching slowly, Simon lifts a hand in greeting.]

Are you okay?

seth gecko | from dusk till dawn | ota

[larrecin]

-On the road

[ it's not even clear to him at first that he's no longer in mexico, that he's so longer anywhere even near mexico. if anyone asked, he would say that it's because it was a dark road that he'd been walking down, that all roads look the same in the dark. but really, he just has a lot on his mind, between the just barely successful job he and kate just pulled off (along with her little boyfriend who he knew he shouldn't have trusted. his gut told him that rafa was a blood-sucking snake. he should have listened), and getting dragged into richie's bullshit even though he hasn't seen richie since that night at the twister.

hence the nearly botched job.

seth stops in the middle of the road when he notices that it's lighting up ]

What the fuck?

-City Center

[ by the time seth finds his way to the gathering, most of the dried blood has flaked off his face so he at least looks a little less like an ax-murderer! he looks around at the goings on as well at the gathered people. he'd been planning on going back to the motel room, taking a little something to take the sting off of an otherwise fucked up day and then get the hell out of mexico. not end up at some quinceanera or whatever.

at least he's pretty sure at this point that he accomplished one of those things. once the road lit up and he walked further down it, nothing said mexico. there were no familiar landmarks, even though he thought that he'd just driven down that road before leaving kate with the car. you know what, though? at this point in his life, he's not even sure he's surprised when weird shit happens. how can anything surprise him after that night at the twister?

whatever ]

That's more like it.

[ he sees shot glasses along the tables and walks over to the nearest table to grab one. he's about to drink it when he notices that it's like no alcohol that he's ever seen before. it's thick and yellow and seems wholly unappetizing. sometime between picking the glass up and putting it back down (the best course of action in this situation, really), seth decided whatever's in that glass is somehow worse than the poison he's been injecting into himself lately, and not at all worth it, thanks ]

Wow. Someone sure knows how to plan a party. Remind me to avoid the next one.

city center

[64th]

[ smart man. she'd taken one look at the "drinks" and decided to pass. that goes for the food, too, having learned the hard way that what seems to be delicious food can be much more sinister. it would be an understatement to say that Cashmere is suspicious of what the gods are up to this time, but not suspicious enough to stay at home. might as well check out the new arrivals before things take a sour turn (and she's sure that they will). ]

Oh, you don't like the drink specials? [ Cashmere flashes him a grin, and tosses her long hair back over one shoulder. ] I've got something a little better. [ she's largely unfazed by the dried blood (been there, done that), and offers him the flask she's carrying. it's filled with the closest approximation to whiskey that she could find at Delight's bar. ] Here. You look like you need some.

Asriel Dreemurr | Undertale | forestcovered crau | ota

[dreamalittledreem]

[He wakes up with his toes dipped in water.

All at once he comes back to himself, shrieking and pushing away from the waters edge. It's... A lake? He doesn't recall ever visiting a place like this before. It looks nothing like the beach. Panic has well and truly set in by the time his guiding beacon kicks in. Asriel doesn't follow it directly, choosing instead to skirt around the edges of where it points from anywhere that looks safer- a tree line, a wall to run his hand along. A little caution never hurt.

The city centre is a hub of noise and movement, but this, too, is not home. ...He wonders when he started considering Koriko that.

Rather than partaking in the festivities, he loiters around the edge of the crowd, looking scared and nervous. Eventually, he may venture forward, summon his bravery and ask a straggler with wide eyes-]

Where are we? [Or, maybe-] Do you know how I can get home?

[For the most part, though, he's just a shadow, keeping his distance, biting down the tears that build in his eyes.]

apparently a group of goats is called a trip

[asrielasitgets]

[This Asriel himself is keeping to the corners. There are so many humans here, he's wondering if in this place it was them that got sealed Underground, which is... an uncomfortable thought.

It was probably inevitable. Looking one way, and hastening the other, and bumping into someone. He puts a paw up, moving back apologetically.]

Gosh, sorry, I wasn't looking where I was-

[He's walked into... himself?

...what?]

beyond birthday | death note: another note | last voyages crau | open - come at me, y'all

[recinerate]

This isn't where he's supposed to be.

Beyond may not have a good grasp on where he is supposed to be - he's spent the last three months since leaving the Barge wandering without aim - but he's pretty sure this isn't it. The last time he woke up someplace unfamiliar with no idea of how he arrived, it was in a cabin, captive in a different type of prison than the one where he'd drawn his previous last breath, but this - an underground city, from an initial assessment, later confirmed upon exploration - is bound to be the work of something similar, a being with great power and designs on wielding it.

There is more freedom in a city than on a boat, yet Beyond can't shake the feeling of being imprisoned all over again. Then again, considering the horrors he'd enacted on his closest friend not long before he asked the Admiral to leave the Barge, a sinister voice in the back of his mind whispers to him You deserve punishment, and isn't this a fitting one?

He doesn't care much for parties, but people are to be found there, and along with people, answers. With nothing else to guide him, he follows the lights toward the center of the city and watches the spectacle from the outskirts, observing with eyes that manage to be simultaneously keen and haunted. Once the usefulness of the party crowd wears thin, he can be found in every other part of the city, exploring, investigating, searching for clues. Anyone who seems nonthreatening enough to approach, or approaches him first, is met with the same question.

"Excuse me," he says, voice quiet and even, "do you happen to have a phone I could borrow? Mine doesn't seem to be in service."

(ooc: hit me with prose or brackets, either works! beyond also has shinigami sight, so if you'd like him to see - or not - anything specific, drop me a note or hit me at ventose! c:)

CW: Blood

[denialskills]

Most likely she comes up to him first. He's an outsider but he looks a bit troubled and she happens to be between press conferences at the moment.

"I would, but, as you can see my phone is out of service."

Her phone is actually bleeding from the keyboard, blood welling up behind the screen.

"You'd think a shared hallucination would get better reception."