[Event #1 Log]

[ragamuffins]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere!
When: April 24 - April 30

[All characters wake up on the morning of April 24 feeling. . . off]

[It starts off like a minor bug. They may be nauseated and dizzy and lightheaded. They may be feverish and woozy and fatigued. The symptoms aren't anything characters who have had colds before haven't experienced before, but by the time noon rolls around, spending the day in bed to sleep off this fever seems like a pretty damn good idea.]

[Except. . . that's when it really begins]

[All characters will find, throughout the week of April 24 to April 30, that their bodies are rebelling on them for some unexplained reason. Not only are they feeling the effects of a cold and a fever, but every time a character passes a piece of technology, that piece of technology will start to glitch and scramble around them. This includes technology as small as their phones, or as large as traffic lights and jumbotrons. Try not to cause any accidents while walking through the city!]

[To make matters worse? Characters may find parts of their body suddenly turning transparent on them, rendering them unable to interact with physical objects. Almost like they're fading away into obscurity, like ghosts. The process is painless and only lasts a few minutes before the affected limb turns back to normal, but wow. That sure is unsettling.]

[And the final symptom? Any characters with supernatural or magical abilities, be it canon or something purchased and acquired in Glymmer, will find themselves unable to control those powers. The lack of control can be as minor as accidentally setting one's hand on fire while reaching for a paper towel, or as major as setting one's entire body on fire and being unable to turn it off! While the citizens of Glymmer are used to magic glitching out on them, be careful! Because they won't appreciate it if someone breaks a window or burns down a shop while trying to get a hold of themselves.]

[Is there a way to counteract the symptoms of. . . whatever mystery illness this is? Why yes, as a matter of fact, there is! Any kind of physical contact with an otherworlder will keep the symptoms at bay. Anything from hand holding to hugging to whatever it is a character is comfortable doing with someone will work. It's almost like. . . everyone is glitching out, and then connecting two ends of a single circuit fixes the glitches.]

[Hm. Buckle in, everyone. It's going to be a long week]

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Event Notes: If your character does something big like mess with traffic lights or anything else that would affect the Glymmer NPCs, please let me know here!

Comments

[selfidentitytheft]

[Kei has dragged his feverish butt out to the Park to hide in some bushes and whine, because that's what one DOES when they're a dumb sick fox

he's wearing his thief mask and has his hood pulled up, but really it's a wonder if he'd be recognized even without a disguise— his shapeshifting is going HAYWIRE. one second he's blond and freckled, the next there's oversized fennec ears, then before you know it braided hair is growing down to his waist like strange glossy vines. it's just a mess.

and he'd be covering his face with his hands, but well now THOSE are invisible]

[survivaltricks]

[Red has been pretty lucky, as far as his normally extremely shitty luck is concerned. waking up in the morning with a fever sucks but is manageable. not being able to use his phone to browse the Glymmer internet because it fritzes out on him every time he touches it is. . . obvious, but not bad.]

[the way blue flames dance around his fingers, the Personas in the back of his mind briefly rising to the front before he shoves the back is. . . concerning! but so far? he hasn't lost control. and so long as he doesn't, he thinks he'll be okay]

[getting out into nature seems like the wisest course of action when technology starts glitching every time he gets near it. and that's how Red finds Foxy in the park, hiding behind some bushes and groaning into his hands]

[HM]

Aaaaare you okay?

[selfidentitytheft]

[snaps his head up alert, his new fox ears pricked forward warily... Coughs a short bark when he recognizes Red and sinks back under his bush, shaking his disappeared hands until they flicker back into reality.]

Do I look okay? No sarcasm. Honest question. Maybe a little sarcasm, mostly honest. Fuck, I don't have a mirror, what do I even look like right now? Blond? Better not be straw blond. Platinum or red, I know what face this is, it's not supposed to be straw, supposed to be bottle-perfect. I'm not doing this hand thing, though. That's not my deal. Fuckin' wish I could turn real invisible, that'd be rad, but that's like, what, Thief-category stuff? I don't do that. If this is name bullshit I'm going to be so pissed, you know? Soooo pissed.

[babbling nervously, pitching up into an irritated canine whine]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . . . . . . . HM. HM!! that sure is some high level anxiety and it leaves Akira just. . . staring at Foxy kind of blearily]

[HM!!]

Do you need a headpat? Will that make you feel better?

[taser_addict]

[Despite his feverish state, Declan has managed to haul himself up to the roof of the Ragamuffins dorm and is sprawled there, feverish and dazed. someone coming up to visit might notice that he's surrounded by a wide chalk circle, linked by a string of hastily-scrawled runes to another smaller circle around a metal drainpipe that touches the ground.

...but what they'll probably notice first is the ominous stormcloud above the building and the surrounding block, or the occasional brilliant flash of lightning. it hasn't struck the ground yet, but it seems like it might at any time; the air feels charged, especially if you get near the boy on the roof. watch out for static shocks.]

[carpegloriam]

[Storm clouds hanging over the roof of the guild seem worthy enough of investigation, and in his own feverish state it takes Mr.Beard a few moments to parse what, exactly, he is seeing.]

[...and after that, it's still a surreal enough experience to make him doubt his senses.]

What in the world...? What sort of storm is this?

[taser_addict]

[there's a rumble of thunder as he finishes speaking, but it's probably just coincidence. still, the storm is pretty centered on the HQ; whatever's generating it is either in it or on it.

does Mr. Beard investigate further?]

[carpegloriam]

[...Very cautiously, yes, he approaches, somewhat hunched over (just in case) while trying to get a closer look at the chalk circle. It looks similar enough to a fonic glyph, but it's foreign enough that he can't begin to guess what it could be for. Finally he settles for just outright asking:]

Are you...trying to get struck by lighting? [he asks, with more confusion than judgement.]

[selfidentitytheft]

[sticking his head out warily from the rooftop stairwell, sniffing the ozone in the air. he's wearing his thief mask and jacket, something to cover at least a little fo the changes the fever's throwing him through, but they don't hide his new pair of fox ears or his static-poofed tail]

Uhhhhhhhhhhh my dude? Is that a lightning rod? 2 + 2 says lightning rod.

[taser_addict]

[it takes a moment, but Declan shifts over to peer at him hazily, moving as little as possible]

Supposed to be...long as I keep it stable. Just in case.

[he blinks at the ears and tail, shaking his head a little]

Didn't know you were a shifter...

[weiyingdown]

[the flashing light is enough to make him drag himself to the roof to see if anything can be done to make it stop so he can get some shut-eye. and, although he doesn't recognize the runes of the chalk circle, he does know enough to make the connection there]

Not to point out the obvious or anything, but that storm cloud looks ominous and foreboding. Are you trying to get yourself electrocuted?

[taser_addict]

[giving the newcomer a dazed look]

More like trying to make sure nobody else does. Works like a lightning rod.

[whiteofcrime]

[ Dove enjoys the view he gets from rooftops, so naturally he heads there for a bit of fresh air. What he enjoys less, is seeing a full on magic circle - reminiscent of one a certain witch he knows might draw - scrawled on the ground with ominous clouds above.

He shrinks behind the door frame and yells out to the guy in the centre of it. ]

Hey! Are you going to use that or what? Don't just leave it hanging there!!

[taser_addict]

[he blinks owlishly over at the newcomer, shifting to sit up a little]

Best I can do right now is make sure nobody gets hit. Sorry...

[bondsofsuffering]

[Yuuga only manages to drag himself out of bed around when his body starts actively fading on him. Not that he's got too much energy otherwise - it's easy enough to find the minty-haired youth leaned up against a wall in an alleyway as he collects his energy, a semi-transparent hand pinching the bridge of his nose, face scrunched from nausea.

Unfortunately, that means he's not really in any mind to notice the inky black "paint" splattered across the whole of the wall, forming giant bat wings behind him. It could easily be taken as some cool street art that he just so happens to be standing in just the right place for, but... still kind of odd how perfect that placement is when he's so obviously out of it, no?]

Ugh... 'the heck?

[It's not like him to get sickly like this, and it's still too early to get any symptoms...]

[recidivation]

...What's with that behind you?

[ Vanitas loathes this situation immensely.

That's putting it lightly, so when he asks his question, it comes out in a harsh snap that quite frankly sounds outright rude - he's about to probably unleash some Unversed as well given his lack of control and just plain irritance.

Also, whatever the paint behind Yuuga could be perfectly a normal thing, but at the same time, he's not exactly thinking straight. ]

1/3

[bondsofsuffering]

[It's fine, what's the worst they could do? Kill him?

He doesn't even look that put-off by Vanitas' tone, though he does get some slow blinks before Hizumi pushes himself away from the wall to take a look for himself...]

2/3

[bondsofsuffering]

[And... pauses. Taking in the splattered design that still so unmistakably formed those sinister wings. It feels - rather unfairly - like some force is trying to call him out here.]

3/3

[bondsofsuffering]

[But instead he just gives a low whistle, impressed, if low-energy.]

Damn. Even when I'm sick, my powers look cool.

[requiemed]

...Uh. Do you have any idea what that is?

[Her voice sounds congested, scratchy; she should probably be in bed and she knows it, but as she passes him, her attention is caught by the sight on the wall behind him. As her eyes narrow slightly:]

Like, I'm actually seeing that, right?

[bondsofsuffering]

[He looks up at her, blinking blearily before looking behind to see...

That. Whole thing. Hm. Don't much like that to be honest.

Still, he keeps his voice level enough, which in this case mostly means exasperated and sick.]

Guess my power's outta whack, too.

[survivaltricks]

[on April 24, Red wakes up feeling miserable]

[he's been sick before, so he knows he can take it. but that doesn't mean he's going to take it with any kind of grace. and so, around lunchtime on the 24th, Red pads his way down to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee]

[a cup of coffee which he sneezes into like a loser]

Ah. . .

[and now he's staring at that coffee forlornly. PLEASE. . . HELP A GUY OUT??]

[messianic]

[Ew.

Gross.

Minato's half-passed out against the table, but he stirs at the sneeze and...blinks.]

... Still going to drink that...? [SO NASALLY.]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . oh. he hadn't even realized someone else was in here. . . Red starts, nearly spilling his coffee in the process, and--]

[there's another sneeze]

. . .

Waste of good coffee if I don't. . .

[well, sounds like Bluenato isn't the only one here who sounds super nasally]

[whiteofcrime]

[ Out on the streets, Dove has decided to show off his talents - and hopefully get some pocket money in the process. He's in the process of performing a simple magic show for a group of impressionable children and their doting parents when, abruptly, one of his hands goes transparent.

The cards he'd been shuffling scatter all over the ground. Despite Dove's best showmanship, he can't keep a look of utter bewilderment from his face for a brief moment. Then he recovers himself and laughs it off. ]

Oh no! Where did my hand go? [ He waves the arm with the missing hand. The kids giggle. ] Guess I'll just have to do everything with just one!

[ And true to his word, he starts juggling balls in the one remaining hand, praying that that one doesn't also disappear on him. ]