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Event log: Who What Where Wendigo

Who: Everyone participating in the wendigo event!
What: The accidental-cannibalism-turned-horrifying-monster event that is the Who What Where Wendigo event!
Where: All around the city
When: Feb 14th-March 1st
Warnings: Cannibalism, body horror, evil monsters lurking around.

Don't forget to check up on the Wendigo Guide that Ami posted!

On February 14th, Rage and Fear decide to give Hope a little bit of help taking care of the residents of Hadriel - they'll provide some food for awhile. How nice! Except, of course, that there's an extra ingredient in this food. A can of beef stew? Yeah... that might not be beef. But hey, it still tastes pretty good! Unfortunately, some spirits slipped through the Door last time it opened, and they're ready to possess anyone who participates in cannibalism - even if they don't know it.

Anyone who eats the provided meat will be possessed by a wendigo spirit. Over the course of twelve days, they will transform into a monster that feels little but rage and hunger. While at first it can be explained away easily enough (people are super annoying, and isn't everyone a little hungry most of the time?), by February 18th, wendigo transformations are impossible to ignore. A few days after, on February 22nd, the anger and cravings of the wendigo spirit will overcome all other emotions, and possessed characters may begin hunting.

The physical and mental transformation will be complete by February 26th. The possessed characters will have lost themselves completely at that point. While physical healing (done by a character with Hope's blessing or another healing ability) can turn back the physical and some mental effects, they will remain possessed until death or until Hope removes the wendigo spirit - which can only be done on the altar of Hope's temple. So have fun dragging your angry, possessed friends there!

On March 1st, Rage does Hope a solid (because she feels sort of bad) and kills all remaining wendigos. Upon revival, the spirit will be gone and the character will be fully recovered. Hopefully no one holds what they did while possessed against them!

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And Rey, being Rey, would do anything within her power to deny the fact that she does, in fact, give a damn about something she's deemed useless. Especially a little freeloading creature that serves no purpose.

She just scoffs. Firo isn't the first person to suggest such a thing.

"Not going to be desperate enough to eat a goldfish."

Firo clatters around the kitchen as they speak, retrieving the cutting knife and pot he's managed to scavenge.

He snorts back. "Then what are you gonna do with it? Ain't about desperate or not." The little thing isn't very useful just hanging around, is it?

"Haven't decided yet."

There are a number of things she could do with it, like flush it down the toilet, or drop it in the river, or do the sensible thing and give it to someone else who actually knows what they're doing. All the same, it would leave her talking to herself like a crazy person. Because crazy people don't talk at fish. Not at all.

After a moment she glances at Firo busying himself. She folds her arms over her chest. "Don't suppose you need help with anything?"

She may not be a cook, but that doesn't mean she can't lend a hand.

He moves to fill the pot with water and place it on the stove. Though his back may be to her, the smug skepticism in his voice might be audible."...Uh-huh."

She totally likes that fish.

"You can saw off how much of that--" he indicates the meat with the handle of his knife. "--you're willin' to part with, and then I'll get started."

He offers the knife to her, handle first.

She just might have a certain fondness towards the small fish. Shh.

Regardless of whether Firo believes her or not, she's going to take that uh-huh for what it's worth. The truth is, the creature is just so pathetic that she can't help but feel somewhat sorry for the damned thing. All it does and can do is swim around in a bowl all day, serving no other purpose in life. That's rough.

"Okay." She fully intends on leaving the whole basket contents at the house because she may as well, but doesn't say anything in the event that Firo just happens to be one of those who'd decline her goodwill. She's trying this 'being nice' thing, goddammit.

After taking out one of the knives from the drawers and cutting up pieces of the meat from the basket over the counter, she casts Firo a glance. "What are you making, exactly?"

He nods his thanks as she begins working on it. He's considering the cans once again, then wrestles through another drawer to stab one open.

"Soup. It's pretty easy to stretch out if you need it to go for a long time. Seems like we could need it, so might as well."

It might not taste super great near the end when it's further diluted, but that hardly matters in times like these.

"Plus, it's not like it's really hard either."

That's... definitely one way of opening up a can.

"Smart." Rey nods in approval as she continues cutting the meat.

Firo is thinking ahead, about the long term. She can appreciate that.

As someone who's spent so long without being able to even tell the difference between good and shitty soup, it could be diluted as shit and she wouldn't notice. It'd be as good as gourmet to her.

Whatever works. Firo sets it aside for the moment, laughing at her comment. "Never heard that word used to describe me before."

He shrugs, leaning his elbows against the counter as he waits for the water to boil. "It's what anybody with half a brain would do. Somebody who couldn't think like that would almost deserve to starve."

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

Especially you're currently stuck in an underground city full of monsters and some people claiming that they're gods.

She continues cutting, casting Firo a sidelong glance without looking at what all she's doing. "Or they deserve whatever happens when they take food from strangers." Rey pauses, taking a moment to reflect on a little self-awareness. "Well, stranger strangers, like Fear. Am surprised anyone would take anything from him after last month."

Firo grins, holding back a laugh until she qualifies that statement. "Was gonna ask if that was supposed to be a threat to me."

This sounds like it'll be an interesting story--and useful information besides. Firo may run into danger headfirst, but that doesn't mean he'll turn down convenient information about trouble. "What happened last month?"

Rey shakes her head as she finishes cutting up the meat for the soup. "Hardly. Have better things to do than to poison unsuspecting denizens."

Like that's supposed to make things any better.

"Last month? One of the 'gods' buried a bunch of people alive. Had to help dig a couple of them up." She cants a head, glancing to Firo out the corner of her eye. "Don't think there were any casualties, save for one. But he was being a bit of an idiot and caused his casket to cave in."

Normally it would be rude to call someone who died an idiot, but the man himself came back from said death (somehow) to admit his folly.

Edited 2016-03-17 22:00 (UTC)

Her joke gets an obliging snort of amusement before he settles in to listen to her story.

Arms folded, he nodded his agreement at the conclusion. "So he had it comin'."

You'd think people'd have more sense in such important situations.

"And that 'god'--that was this Fear guy?" He shakes his head and sighs, "Sounds like an awful lotta effort for a prank."

"You could say that."

Harsh? Perhaps. But it's the truth as far as Rey is concerned. Plus it helped her learn that people can come back from dying in this place. That's good to know.

She barks at Firo's comment, which almost sounds like it's supposed to be a laugh. Coming from someone who doesn't really... laugh all that much.

"It doesn't seem to take much effort coming from these people we're dealing with."

Now that the water sounds about ready, he takes a couple trips to scoop up the meat she's cut and throw it in the pot. He glances at it every so often as they talk, keeping an eye on everything. They don't have anything in here that he can recognize as a clock just yet, so this'll have to do.

"So, what, they just wave their hands and suddenly stuff like that happens? There's gotta be some trick to it."

One of the thing he learned spending so many years in the casino: anything that seems impossible likely has thousands of little gears working behind the scenes.

Rey takes a step back so Firo can grab the meat in front of her, and watches as he does his thing.

"It'd be quite an impressive trick to dig dozens of graves and somehow manage to get people in them without noticing in one night."

She shrugs a shoulder. She isn't trying to validate the otherworldliness of these supposed gods, but she has to admit they're pretty good at what they do.

He stirs the pot absently. She brings up some good questions.

"Could have people workin' under 'em. Maybe they sent of all of 'em out at night to dig the graves and grab people. If they're real professionals, a lotta people probably wouldn't notice."

Firo isn't when it comes to this thing, but he knows that there are fixers out there who are very good at what they do. Having to work with live people would be a difficult caveat but not impossible.

And Firo brings up some good suggestions.

Being someone who isn't yet ready to accept these peoples' status of godhood at the moment, she's more inclined to agree.

"Perhaps. They'd have to be good enough to have abducted people unawares, too. There's no way of knowing whether people were drugged or not. Either way, if they've people working for them, they haven't shown up yet."

This city does look like it was once inhabited, but insofar there has been no sign of the former inhabitants.

That is a pretty glaring question, now that she mentions it. Firo hasn't been all over the city, but all the people he's seen have been in the same boat as them. If anyone's working for the big bosses here, they're either not forthcoming about it or otherwise hidden.

He snaps his fingers. "What about the caves? I think that's what some rumrunners do--their guys stake out the place in caves or rocks on the beach until the boat shows up. That way the coast guard doesn't spot 'em too easy."

"That could work if there were a viable place in the caves for them to squat. As it is, have been out there personally. The place is full of monsters and, if there is some sort of other civilization or encampment out there, we just haven't found it yet."

Not to mention it would be a terrible place to be holing up.

Rey isn't completely discrediting Firo's theory, of course. She's just putting that fact out there.

Edited (jk) 2016-03-25 04:08 (UTC)

Full of monsters. Of course.

He scratches his head, looking at her with even more interest. "Huh. You go through the whole thing?"

He's curious about the caves, having hoped that they'd offer a way out. Or at least more answers. But given how everybody's still here... he knows that's a very slim chance.

"Hardly. Looks like there's too much ground for one person to cover." Rey leans an elbow over the counter as she looks to Firo in earnest. "Heard that, no matter how far or how long you're in there, the caves always loop back to this city."

A nuisance, really.

"I guess that could happen..." Like a cave that's one long U shape going back to where it starts. Damned inconvenient, though.

"How sure are people? Have they actually marked the way they went? Maybe they just got turned around. People get lost in the alleys back home--I bet it's not so different in a cave."

Probably even worse. But that thought isn't enough to dissuade him from considering that he check it out himself.

Her eyes lift towards the ceiling in thought. "If anyone's tried that, they haven't shared it with the rest of us. Just know enough that it's dangerous to go it on your own out there." Then her gaze drops back to Firo. "And alleyways are much different from caves. Especially the ones here."

Because, you know... monsters.

If anything, her warning only makes him more convinced that he has to go. A little thing like danger can't scare him away.

He stares back at her, wondering if she's making a joke or if she's just being pedantic. "I know that. But it's the basic idea."

He throws the canned vegetables into the pot, then grins back at her. "If the caves are that dangerous here, then they're even more like the alleys back home."

It takes her a moment, but she finally gets where he's getting at. There may not be monsters found in alleyways, but there are certainly 'monsters' of some sort.

"Well, you're going to want to be prepped differently in the caves than you would in an alley. Have fought things from bears to giant sixty-foot snakes out there--" she nods at the pot. "--one in which would be what you're about to eat right now."

Both of the aforementioned beasts are extinct by now, thanks to Hope's call to arms.

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Apologies for that random tense switch in the previous tag!

iiiii totally did not notice! hahahaha...

...pretend I said nothing

/zips mouth shut

/thumbs up

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That was perfect. Now I'm stuck reading this tag in James's voice

if james were here: "this cave is full of monsters! how can you just stand there and make soup?!"

He's the hero Hadriel needs

my kingdom for a silent hill cast here...

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