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Entry tags:
- #event,
- [b3] klaus von reinherz,
- [dragon age] kit gandir (oc),
- [guild wars 2] trahearne,
- [marvel | imaa] pepper potts,
- [original character] devin parker,
- [original character] valdis,
- [original character] x,
- [realm of the elderlings] the fool,
- [tales of symphonia] sheena fujibayashi,
- † [12 kingdoms] enki,
- † [danny phantom] danny fenton,
- † [detective conan] conan edogawa,
- † [fire emblem 9/10] naesala,
- † [houseki no kuni] padparadscha,
- † [kamen rider drive] chase,
- † [kamen rider ooo] ankh,
- † [kamen rider ooo] eiji hino,
- † [tales of symphonia] zelos wilder,
- † [the librarians] eve baird,
- † [wadanohara gbs] lobco,
- † [yu-gi-oh! dm] yami bakura,
- † [yu-gi-oh! gx] yuki judai
[EVENT] March Memory Madness
Characters: Everyone!
Date: March 5-9
Location: All around Aifaran
Situation: The Dreaming is a bit enthusiastic about the research at the Aisling Tower. Memories ensue.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't need any, but add to subject lines as needed!
Outside the Aisling Tower, the first clue anyone will have that something is wrong is small. Little things: trinkets lost, but fondly remembered, appearing in your hand when you reach for something else. A snatch of song that tugs your heartstrings.
That alone might have been nice. Unfortunately, things escalate quickly.
How did memories get loose on Aifaran?
Science Fair
Well that all went a bit wrong. Researchers at the Aisling Tower sent out a request for volunteers, hoping to get to the root causes of just why Dreamfolk frequently wind up with memory loss. The tests are reasonably painless beyond the occasional blood samples taken and rather tedious questionnaire volunteers must fill out.
And then there’s the machine.
It’s not big or scary looking - just a small, strangely organic looking earpiece linked up to a console used to measure neural oscillations. All very new, high-tech stuff that the researchers just barely control their enthusiasm about. Again, the tests are mostly tedious. Just a lot of sitting around while researchers display pictures, ask questions, have you smell a variety of scents, and other things to spark various mental associations. Though side-effects may include dizziness and nausea afterwards. It’s still a little bit too ‘mad science’ for some, even if the researchers involved don’t even cackle maniacally even once.
But as all things of this nature must go, something takes a turn for the weird.
Memories On Display
The Dreaming takes an interest, insofar as much as an omnipresent force of nature can be assumed to take an interest - maybe it just reacted strangely to the mental probing of the Dreamfolk. The how, for now, is not important.
The immediate problem is that memories are running rampant in the city - and not just from volunteers for the little research project, but also any Dreamfolk who come in contact with them. It starts off small - little things appearing in and out of your peripheral vision such as an old toy or a beloved pet. Maybe the echo of friendly laughter, or the incomplete form of a first love’s smile. These flashes of memory only grow more potent, however, as entire scenarios begin to play out for you and those in your proximity - just as vividly as you remember them. And just as accurately as you perceive them.
---
OOC Notes: Your characters will have the option of seeing memories play out, and/or being drawn into a mind-share memory experience-- basically, however you want to play it, the Dreaming will accommodate! It's also more than possible that the Dreaming will oblige if someone really wants to show someone else something specific-- but there may always be a little more than bargained for.
There is a specific starter for shenanigans at the Aisling Tower but the rest of the post is open!
Please address questions regarding the event to the monthly agenda post.
Date: March 5-9
Location: All around Aifaran
Situation: The Dreaming is a bit enthusiastic about the research at the Aisling Tower. Memories ensue.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't need any, but add to subject lines as needed!
Outside the Aisling Tower, the first clue anyone will have that something is wrong is small. Little things: trinkets lost, but fondly remembered, appearing in your hand when you reach for something else. A snatch of song that tugs your heartstrings.
That alone might have been nice. Unfortunately, things escalate quickly.
How did memories get loose on Aifaran?
Science Fair
Well that all went a bit wrong. Researchers at the Aisling Tower sent out a request for volunteers, hoping to get to the root causes of just why Dreamfolk frequently wind up with memory loss. The tests are reasonably painless beyond the occasional blood samples taken and rather tedious questionnaire volunteers must fill out.
And then there’s the machine.
It’s not big or scary looking - just a small, strangely organic looking earpiece linked up to a console used to measure neural oscillations. All very new, high-tech stuff that the researchers just barely control their enthusiasm about. Again, the tests are mostly tedious. Just a lot of sitting around while researchers display pictures, ask questions, have you smell a variety of scents, and other things to spark various mental associations. Though side-effects may include dizziness and nausea afterwards. It’s still a little bit too ‘mad science’ for some, even if the researchers involved don’t even cackle maniacally even once.
But as all things of this nature must go, something takes a turn for the weird.
Memories On Display
The Dreaming takes an interest, insofar as much as an omnipresent force of nature can be assumed to take an interest - maybe it just reacted strangely to the mental probing of the Dreamfolk. The how, for now, is not important.
The immediate problem is that memories are running rampant in the city - and not just from volunteers for the little research project, but also any Dreamfolk who come in contact with them. It starts off small - little things appearing in and out of your peripheral vision such as an old toy or a beloved pet. Maybe the echo of friendly laughter, or the incomplete form of a first love’s smile. These flashes of memory only grow more potent, however, as entire scenarios begin to play out for you and those in your proximity - just as vividly as you remember them. And just as accurately as you perceive them.
---
OOC Notes: Your characters will have the option of seeing memories play out, and/or being drawn into a mind-share memory experience-- basically, however you want to play it, the Dreaming will accommodate! It's also more than possible that the Dreaming will oblige if someone really wants to show someone else something specific-- but there may always be a little more than bargained for.
There is a specific starter for shenanigans at the Aisling Tower but the rest of the post is open!
Please address questions regarding the event to the monthly agenda post.
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"It's truly beautiful though," Klaus continued, unable to keep the awe out of his tone. "It rightly puts my conservatory back home to utter shame."
He had so many questions, just looking over the floral buildings but he managed to reign in his curiosity. He was, as he said, an intruder, albeit not a deliberate one.
"I can take my leave - I don't want to stumble on something you'd prefer to keep private."
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Turning his attention back to Klaus, Trahearne offered him a faint smile. "Leo did mention that you kept exotic plants." That was an assumption, since he couldn't be sure that man-eating plants were actually considered exotic in their world. Looking a little more thoughtful now, Trahearne glanced at the landscape around them before asking, "Would you like to see more? I don't think I can give you a proper tour, but I could make an attempt to change what we're seeing."
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"Leonardo said so..?"
And then a sheepish, if unfortunate, smile spread across his face. "I would love to see more, if it's no trouble for you."
He watched as the memory unfolded - it was pleasant, peaceful, and calming.
"I suppose they would be considered exotic - many are variants from the Beyond. But they are nothing like this. This is a marvel beyond words."
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"I'm glad that I could show this to you. Would it surprise you to know that this was all grown in the space of about twenty-five years? Except for our Mother Tree, of course. Our Shapers have been quite busy."
Trahearne stopped to take a moment to concentrate, holding his hands in front of him almost as if he were trying to channel a spell. It did take some doing, but finally the Dreaming responded to him, changing the landscape around them... to something completely unintended.
They're now standing in the Omphalos Chamber, a grassy area high up in the boughs of the Pale Tree, lined with natural wooden walls that provide wide gaps to see outside, decorated with stained glass windows and trailing ivy from high above them. There's a good handful of important-looking people here - there's various humans, a couple of charr, a norn, and even an asura, all standing flanked around an archway where the glowing avatar of the Pale Tree is addressing them. Caithe stands to one side of her, and Trahearne the other, a greatsword on his back that's lined in vines, one that looks grown rather than forged.
The form of the Pale Tree doesn't look entirely real, even within the memory. Her glow makes her shimmer like a mirage, but her voice is strong and clear. "You have all given me hope for Tyria. It seems that we-"
She suddenly cuts off her words with a scream as the chamber they're in shakes. Trahearne shouts, "The enemy is here! Defend yourselves!" as the others spring into action, confronting other grown creatures that don't look as pleasant as the sylvari do. There's large golems that look like they were made out of the husks of trees, and skeletal wolves held together with vines, their heads wreathed by orange petals.
It's chaos for a time, until someone in the group is able to summon a purple, glowing portal in the center of the room. Trahearne is one of the last to evacuate, but the avatar of the Pale Tree doesn't move, can't move from where she's collapsed onto the floor of the chamber.
The scene shifts, showing when Trahearne appears through the portal onto the top level of the Grove, being met with a grisly scene. There are more golems and wolves here, several sylvari lying dead, while others are desperately fighting back against the invaders. Caladbolg in hand, Trahearne takes in the scene before him, something making him pause.
"Wait! Where's the Commander?"
The portal they took is now gone... and then there's a roar from above, and Trahearne looks up to the darkened sky to see another plant creature, one with the form of a dragon, slam into the upper chamber they had just fled. For all of his usual calm demeanor, his expression now is one of sheer, unmistakable fear. If he had a heart, this is where it would've stopped.
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At least, before he regained his senses. This was a memory, and what seemed to be both a deeply personal and traumatic memory.
Klaus looked to the memory of Trahearne standing in shock, holding Caladbolg and then to his present and solid self.
"I'm guessing this has gone somewhere you'd rather it not. Would you like to leave?"
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And it continues to play on around them, a few adventurers shouting back and fourth about the magical portal being cut off, amid screams and the sounds of battle. A cry of "Marshal Trahearne!" from one of the sylvari wardens is what snaps the memory of Trahearne out of his fright, making him turn to join the fighting with a vigor that looks very much like desperation.
"I think we should." There's a slight tremor in his voice that he couldn't quite smother, and Trahearne is already starting to back away from where the memory of himself is fighting. "We ought to be able to - to leave the radius. If it doesn't come with us."