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Priority Log - Part 2
Log 06 Priority (Part II)
Still the Big Screen Car
The last two weeks have been a busy time at FONY Records! Maybe you've been working diligently on your upcoming projects — or maybe you've been fighting the sense that something is wrong. That this life, whether it's better or worse than before, is not your own.
Either way, passengers will finally receive a new objective on their phones...
From here on out, characters can regain their real memories. They can do so randomly, but the most reliable way is to work with another passenger: they will know that by touching foreheads (yes, headbutting counts) for pairs, or huddling very closely for groups, they will unlock some memories for one or all of them — of course, it also allows the other person to see and feel everything play out, as though they lived it themselves.
It's memshare time!
As passengers regain their memories, their AU lives will start to fade. Production crews disappear, texts from your parents delete themselves, your favorite coffee shop is suddenly empty... Because you can't have both.
At least one character will need to reject the AU in order for everyone to progress; there is no minimum comment count. Characters may go both routes, but should ultimately prioritize one for the AC Poll.
Remembering
As characters regain the memories of their real lives, all semblance of their fake ones will rapidly disappear. And choosing to remember comes with side effects: passengers are overtaken by a fierce chill as the source of the cold finally presents itself. The shadows in the empty buildings around them start to stretch out. These shades collect in huge swathes — and shape themselves into sharp, spindly arms and fingers. They'll grab at whoever passes, leaving them cold and constricted, making it hard to remember what's happened and trying to drag them back into the illusions of the AU. However, when these shadows have manifested, they're also vulnerable: they can be dissolved by using a strong light, like a fire, flashlight, or stage light. Even sunlight will do the trick, but physically resisting the shadows will grow more and more difficult as they sap warmth from everything they touch.
For those less physically inclined, the shades have one more weakness: real, happy memories. By focusing on something that brought them past comfort, however small, characters can drive off the shades little by little.
This force controlling the AU clearly lives in shadows. Characters can weaken it by confronting these shades, in which case they will find themselves alone with their memories and a ghostly, empty city of Danaca.
Resisting
But maybe you don't want to remember—maybe your life in Danaca is too good to give up, and you'd rather have this even if it's not real. Unfortunately, once the illusion starts to shatter, there's no stopping the cracks from spreading.Characters that don't regain their memories through contact with other passengers (whether intentionally or unintentionally), will still find their fake identities starting to fade away, but their real identities won't be able to fill the gaps. Instead, they'll find themselves... hollow. Devoid of personality, hopes and dreams. Empty.
...And in that empty space, something else might slip in. The steady collapsing of Danaca has left plenty of strong emotions and ghosts hovering in the air, and passengers might find themselves embodying a powerful current of despair or anger. Or perhaps one of the false denizens might inhabit them (Chadsef, anyone?). Contact with another passenger might also ignite enough memory to return their personality, but it might also give them the wrong one; they might start acting like someone from their memories instead, such as a childhood friend (or enemy).
Regardless of the scenario, there is one common thread: an innate desire for contact with other passengers. Though they won't remember why, passengers will eventually be driven to reclaim their original selves through memshare with other characters. Whether they get everything back before they leave is up to you!
OOC Notes
AC Check is up! The deadline to submit AC is December 1st, 11:59 p.m. EST. Please note this is a day extended as we've pushed the log back a day, AC schedule overall will remain as normal.
Memshare: To add a little spice, memories do not need to be limited by your character's canon point. That is to say, sharing scenes from your character's future will also count as memshare.
Continuing Memloss: Characters may or may not regain all their memories prior to leaving the car, player's choice. The memshare mechanic will no longer be in effect, however players are free to naturally regain memories over time.
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The whip locks around her waist (ow) and Jill's jerked in the opposite direction. Towards the Lord of the Rings.]
What the fuck?!
[She digs her heels in to halt the skid, but it's less a credit to her own will than reaching a natural equilibrium. The mighty heft of the interloper versus the league of shadows. Who are still trying to scalp her bald, and paw at her furious scissor-swinging arm.
President Purple sidles up nice and close with some sweet nothings to lay on her. Jill twists her head up to him as best as she can, because buddy, that warrants a whole ass look.]
You have some crap timing, my guy. Can't you see I'm busy? I can't give you snatch when I'm about to be snatched!
[Also, raise your standards???? She's a bottom of the barrel pick at best. Please love yourself.]
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[ He finally switches from common and speaks his own tongue - the drow dialect of Elvish, as he calls upon Bal's fire.
Venros' eyes reflect the light that begins to bloom up between them, fire draping over his shoulders like a cape, running from his body as if led by a wash of incendiary oil. For twenty feet around, everything is outlined in livid red flame, including the girl and her scissors. It doesn't hurt, as he had said - it's only light.
One of the shadows is immediately consumed by the fire - but others
pass their saving throwsmanage to flee to the edge of their range. Venros grins at her, more teeth than mirth. The fire will cling to her if she goes after the shadows, at least for a short time. ]So - are you going to let them get away with handling your Master's property like that? [ He flicks his wrist, the whip loosening from around her. ]
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[That's common knowledge, you can't fool her. Also this guy is humongous from top to bottom, she'd wager that goes for everything in between. It'd be like running a monorail through a mousehole.
Alas, it's no moonlit tryst he's after. No no no, it's something much better. Jill's eyes widen when the fire comes, she flinches (even she can't walk off a fireball to the fucking face), but there's no pain. One shadow withers and folds around her, and those that escape do so with hasty paces. The magic flickers over her body, imbuing her with its potent light. Not only that, but the spell extends to her scissors.
Jill gawps a moment.
Then lurches upright with the unholiest of cackles.]
kYAAAA-HAHAHHAHAHA! NOW WE'RE TALKING!
[Schwing!
One flaming pair of scissors shoots into a fleeing shadow's neck. It evaporates on the spot.
She doesn't even thank him. Jill is off like a rocket, more pairs drawn and slashing this way and that. If it were a flesh and blood brawl she'd be soaking in red. All the while she's giggling, happier than she's been in ages.
Ooooh, if only they could scream...]
i hope you appreciate how much pain i am in while writing this
At least she doesn't disappoint, throwing herself into the shadow creatures with maniacal glee. Venros darts after, his flaming whip streaking through the air. Though it does little to warm his bones, it certainly warms something. ]
Why do you run now?! Come, we will deliver your souls to the Nine Hells!
[ Venros is having the time of his life, his own laughter likewise echoing through the long alleys. He allows the shadows to sometimes narrowly escape, only to corner them, watching them crumple at the touch of his whip. It's too bad they disappear so soon, and without the satisfaction of screams.
It's not long at all before the firelight dies, but the shadows are long gone before it does.
Wherever Jill is, hope she's ready to slapped on the back. Congrats, you're bros now. ] Glorious! You are wrath made flesh! I wouldn't have thought a human capable of such a feat.
i love and cherish your pain
Ah. They've killed them all already.
Jill rises and cracks her neck with a salacious sigh.]
Staaaahp, you're buttering me up like a breakfast biscuit! You weren't so bad yourself, for a goblin king or whatever you are. [She cracks one eye to run up and down his considerable frame.] Seriously though. Who and what are you? Should I be afraid?