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Event Log: Jumpscares

Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Jumpscares event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 16th-May 20th
Warnings: Some startling jumpscares, interdimensional demon cats, the usual

A dark shadow looms over Hadriel on the morning of May 16th. There's a tension in the air, something palpable, as if everything has gone still and is ready to snap. You've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for hours now, and you're getting to the point where you're starting to wish that it would just happen already so that you can stop feeling this way.

Of course, when it does happen, it's not quite like you expect.

Maybe it's a tiger leaping out of your closet, claws extended. Maybe it's a faceless slenderman, stepping out from around the corner or a monster with beak and claws ripping open your shower curtain when you're most vulnerable- but within seconds, after you've been startled half to death by the monsters, they're gone. They vanish in a puff of smoke, or dissipate into glitter, or become something silly instead for a few brief moments before disappearing entirely.

Weird. But not unendurable, I guess. The bright side is that there will also be a few demon cats that have also made their way through the door. No two cats are ever in the same location, but there seems to be enough of them to go around, though the toothy one can be a bit vicious. Still, they aren't untameable, and might make nice pets, as long as you don't mind a bloody finger or two when it's time for lunch!

► This log covers May 16th-May 20th.
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There may be others who have a better name. [ "The sitting ducks in a hole" isn't inaccurate, though. ]

I'm happy to hear you're adjusting well. [ For now, at least. And hey, maybe that attitude will help him through the worst that Hadriel has to offer. ] I won't ask about your... wooden friend?

[ She has to assume?? ]

It's whatever. And uh, it's just his arm. He's like, a nature guy, so it's no big deal. Another guy was a mannequin for a while but that got fixed pretty quick.

[His world is... a little wild, tbh. Also, most of his party has been maimed more than once.]

So you've been here a while? You sound pretty doom and gloom about this whole thing.

[ What....... is this guy talking about. ]

Do I? [ Skipping right past the wooden arm... mannequin man bit - ] I don't mean to. In fact, I've been here long enough that I'd hoped I'd moved past 'doom and gloom' and closer toward 'pleasant apathy.'

[Listen, Taako doesn't even know what he's talking about most of the time. He wouldn't clarify even if asked. Frankly, it's a lot funnier if he doesn't explain.]

I dunno, you got that dry apathy going on, like, nothing really matters, but at the same time you still seem like you care about it enough to say something? Like, if you're gonna fall into the void, make a commitment to it. But I guess even that'll get boring after a while.

[He shrugs. He's pretty good at 'detached', but not so good at 'apathetic', because he just genuinely doesn't care about a buuuuuunch of shit.]

How long've you been around?

Having fallen into the void once in a literal sense, I can say with some confidence that I'd rather not do it again.

[ He seems to have her figured out, though, more or less, so she raises her palms in surrender. ]

Well - it's, what, Bloomingtide now? Then it's been about a year and a half, I think. You'll find that it's easy to lose track.

[It's a really good thing Taako's good at keeping his expression neutral, because that's the first thing anyone's said to him that's actually, truly worrying. That's... a long time to be somewhere. Really, it's a long time to be somewhere against his will. If he could come and go, sure, but...

Instead, he keeps his half-pulled smile, still sarcastic, still light.]

Oh yeah, you just end up in a cave with a wolf chewing on your leg and vividly hallucinating and you think, oh shit, this is my life now. Better just uh, zone right out and chill with the fake sun. Not that I'm not in on that, 'cause like, I can hang. Don't gotta handle everything immediately.

[Even if there's something in him that's stirring to do something about it.

Good thing he's just so lazy.]

It's so thrilling, waiting to see all the different things that they might do to us. ... Sorry: "that happen to us." Not everyone thinks the gods are out to ruin our lives and insist that these events are incidental.

[ As if!! ]

The best you can hope for is that whatever killed them off in the first place doesn't decide to come back a second time, if that story is to be believed.

[ The gods are powerful enough, especially with all their captives to provide emotional sustenance, but they know nothing about the original being that ended it all. If Hope and Fear and the others know, they're awfully tight-lipped about it. ]

[He snorts out a bitter sound of laughter. Oh, please.]

Yeah, 'cause when you got people with names like Sorrow and Fear they just want you to chill. Listen. I'm not an idiot when it comes to not being super dead. They're doin' stuff. You don't have to sugarcoat anything.

[He doesn't trust those fucks as far as he could throw 'em, and seeing as his strength score kind of sucks, he's not even sure he could throw them. It only helps the metaphor, honestly. Again, though, she says something that's actually worrying, and he presses it for more intel.]

So they're, uh... running from something? With all of us in tow? I gotta say, you are really adding to the suck-o-meter here.

That's it, though: Tranquility does "just want you to chill." [ To put it that way. ] But - yes, Sorrow and Fear are a bit less innocent.

[ Jerks. ]

I know. It's easy to add to. [ Unfortunately for them. ] They're being revived one by one, but their killer may still find them. I think we would fare poorly in that crossfire.

See, I'm not in for artificial chilling, but I'm not gonna knock a guy who's interests include giving me a margarita and a recliner.

[Honestly, that's the least of his worries, even if he's being forced into it.]

But yeah, I have no interest in getting murdered by a bunch of people? In pretty much any, uh, scenario. But what do we even do about it if they won't let us go?

Ah, see. There you have it.

[ Or yoga classes, as Tranquility is apparently likely to offer them. And has, once. ]

I'm not sure they have the power to send us back, to be honest. I didn't believe them at first, but... not I'm not so sure. I still don't trust them, mind, but that doesn't mean they're intentionally keeping us here.

[ Who, or what, is? The Door doesn't seem sentient. Right? ]

Oh yeah, no power to send us back but enough to fuck with us for funsies, def. Lovin' this more and more every second.

[He punctuates it with an overexaggerated eye roll, but he's grinning just a bit, if only to prove he's not mad at her or anything.]

Guess there's worse places to be stuck. At least they only try to kill us like, fifteen percent of the time and not more often or whatever.

Well, let me correct myself. The way they tell it, they may have enough power, but I'm not sure that they have any sway over the Door. It's spoken of as if it's a separate entity entirely.

[ Which is. Not reassuring. ]

There are worse places, it's true. [ Like the Fade. And Orlais. ] Fifteen percent isn't so bad, is it?

Again- still totally getting worse here. But fifteen percent probably isn't higher than my normal near-death rate.

[But at least that one involved like, his plush apartment and free food and all the employees he could nag.

Also, uh, sunlight.]

Sounds like you're all but settled though. Ol' Fantasy Stockholm stuff right there.

Ah, there you go.

[ She Tries ]

I would hate to say I'm settled, but you may win that argument. We do have to find ways to survive here, and you can only plan so much rebellion.

[ Who is it they're rebelling against? She isn't even sure the answer is as easy as 'the gods' anymore. ]

Better to save your strength for the real battles, for now.

Define real battles, homie, 'cause as far as I figure fighting these so-called gods counts as a battle if they’re slingin' psychological warfare, like all this Fantasy Alien around every corner shit. But listen, I’m not the guy who’s gonna start anything. You wanna avoid that conflict you're gonna have to talk to my buddy.

[Magnus rushes in! To, uh, just about everything, and that’s looking more and more like it’s gonna be fighting than sleuthing.]

I think we can manage to keep a low profile for now, if that’s your rec and all.

I meant more the instances of monsters flooding the city, but 'psychological warfare' would count, too.

[ So many kinds of battles in Hadriel! The fun truly never ends!! ]

It might be better that way. Avoid the attention of the gods and run reconnaissance. [ She shrugs. ] It's too late for me to try that.

[Oh wow, options! He's still not the sneaky type of guy, but like. They can keep their heads down plenty. (They won't.) (But he'll say they will.)]

Gotta be somebody who's the troublemaker.

[He stretches a bit, surveying the area again.]

Well, uh, here's a proper hail and well met or whatever. Sorry I hit you with magic and stuff.

[He extends his hand, grip still looking lazy.]

Taako.

It's all right. I've had worse by way of introductions.

[ Glacius had flat-out tried to kill her, after all. ]

Inquis - Hang on, sorry. Cecily Trevelyan. [ She shakes his head, nodding her head. ] Hard to let go of introductions you used to give every other second, when it mattered.

[He snickers a little bit as she tries to drop the formalities.]

Hey, you get used to those big ol’ fancy titles, I get it, I get it. Guess it doesn’t mean much here, though, unless you just wanna look higher and mighty-er than every other schmuck around here.

[He likes her well enough, as she loosens up a bit. He’s got an affinity for people who don’t take themselves too seriously.]

But uh, guess I’ll see you around?

I prefer to look lower and lesser, actually. [ She won't deny being a schmuck, though. ]

I imagine so. It's a big place, but we all have a way of finding each other in the midst of the chaos. [ There's a chuckle, and then she inclines her head a bit. ] Until then.

If that’s your thing.

[If he thought his fancy title would fly here, he’d use it. But then he’d have to explain what a ‘reclaimer’ is and being part of a secret organization that takes information out of the world means it’s, uh, kind of hard to explain any of that. Regardless, he flicks off a lazy two-fingered salute from his forehead as he turns to go.]

See ya, bubbleh.

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