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OCTOBER MINGLE

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: October 25th - Early November
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, and some holiday fun!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Supernatural elements, temporary physical alterations, mild horror and jump scares, spooky scary skeleton robots, mild suggestion of compulsion or loss of control, mild body horror.

⏵ arrival ⏴
Welcome to Etraya! Everything is fine now. 😊

Arrival goes expected - or it does for the most part. Aurora greets newcomers in the hospital as they awaken, offers a brief explanation and gives them their earpiece so they can communicate with one another.

Around the hospital and outside of it, Companion Bots are hard at work decorating the city for Halloween—complete with festive touches like pumpkins, cobwebs, and glowing ghost decorations. The atmosphere is fun, light-hearted, and maybe just a little spooky. 🎃👻

Some carry buckets of candy, and offer those they come across a trick or treat. Except both options are, in fact, treats. 🍬 Tricks are treats specifically wrapped in a green wrapper that very clearly declares that they are tricks. Treats are wrapped in orange, and labeled with treat! Companion bots will recommend that those who do want to take a trick take them when they're beside their friends. There won't be any permanent effects from these, nor will they be terrible tricks - just fun ones! All effects last roughly 24 hours.

Giggle Drops cause uncontrollable giggling that bubbles up randomly, even during serious conversations.
Beasty Bites cause characters to grow small fangs, and they will begin craving red foods - apples, cherries, etc.
Bat Gummies cause small, bat-like shadows to follow characters around wherever they wander. These shadows are harmless, and super cute.
Pumpkin Puff is a cotton-candy-like treat, that causes their voices to change dramatically. Either becoming significantly deeper or perhaps very high-pitched, as if they've recently inhaled helium.
Floating Fudge gives characters the ability to float in the air! Just a few feet off the ground, but it's still fun. Right?

⏵ getting spooky! ⏴
Etraya is embracing the season - and maybe even going a little overboard.

Around the hospital, a few small pop-up shops are manned by festively dressed companion bots. They offer samples to everyone - although sampling isn't really necessary. After all, everything here is free!

Candy Shops: Perfect for stocking up on sweets and treats for the upcoming trick-or-treating event. These will not stock the tricks the companion bots offer around Etraya, but instead only carry harmless sweets. They do take custom requests, too, and are happy to create the treats others want!

Costume Shops: Find the perfect costume for Halloween! But beware... rumor has it, if you wear a costume, you might become whatever you dressed up as for a few hours. Those who put on vampire costumes may find themselves suddenly craving blood and growing fangs - those with werewolf costumes may find themselves feeling a little wolfish. These effects may last a few hours, up to a few days.

⏵ masquerade ⏴

In the spirit of mystery, Etraya will be hosting a Masquerade Ball outside the hospital through the nights of October 26th and 27th. Dance anonymously with other attendees and make new friends under the cover of your disguise. Everyone receives a single rose they can exchange with someone else throughout the evening. At the stroke of midnight, the roses will reveal the true identities of your masked dance partners. 🌹

⏵ all hallow's eve ⏴

On October 31st, multiple companion bots set up shop along one of the walkways through the larger island towards the center. With chairs and small booths set up, they offer candies out to trick-or-treaters who wander around through the first part of the night. Some of them will request trick-or-treaters to do a trick for them, to earn a bigger treat! They may ask characters to dance, sing, or show a talent unique to them. Can your character bend themselves into a pretzel? They want to see it, and will offer them a nice bracelet in exchange! Can they whistle super loud? Maybe they'll get a nice piece of kevlar armor after showing off. This can be anything within reason - bike parts, small weaponry, armor pieces, toys, canvases for painting. Please request these items HERE.

Not everything is as light-hearted as it seems, however. Aurora issues a warning to the citizens of Etraya: Do not stay outside after midnight. Strange happenings have been reported, and those who disobey may start seeing visions of past loved ones. The visions are compelling—guiding people away from the safety of the buildings and into the mysterious mist surrounding the outskirts.

But be careful, these spirits may not be as friendly as they seem.

If you come into contact with these ghosts, you’ll feel a chilling cold, leading to hypothermia-like symptoms. The longer you’re exposed, the worse it gets. Treatment? You’ll need to be warmed up quickly.

⏵ skellys! ⏴

The Companion Bots wanted to join in on the fun, so they painted themselves with glow-in-the-dark paint to look like skeletons. But in the dead of night, for those already suffering from the chilling touch of the ghosts, seeing glowing skeletons approach from the darkness might not be the most comforting sight. 🤖💀

Stay safe, warm up, and enjoy the festivities!

⏵ NOTES ⏴

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He is still learning, he must be new much like me. ( his decisions are what makes her think this, but that is not a bad thing. would that make this person new as well? ) Of course. You are without an essence.

( she nods as she looks him over to identify the important parts that helps answer his question. )

From the Transcendental World, it offers individuals a base, one that will build in form once you enter. Your starting points are not there, no matter how many times I look.

( 37 holds out her hand, not for her to take with her palm facing up, but it's within a few seconds that a glowing prism appears that rotates there. it's bright, illuminating a bit of their surroundings. )

I am not able to determine your shape, because you do not have one. Not even one simple angle in which I could try through various formulas, to try and find what it is. You are not on the axis of Real Numbers, but that does not mean it's unavailable to you.

Hmph! Did not! When she returns, I will let her take you.

( "everything" he said, and this earns a pouty expression from 37 as she turns away from him with her nose turned up. even if his wife is too stubborn to die, there's some reason why a ghost of her must be floating about in this darkness.

it could be his regrets, or it could be some other reason... did he kill her and is trying to hide it? that's none of her business, though it does make her wonder what is happening around them. rather than listen to what he has to say, she's going to try and go around him quickly— she looks up to him, another little "hmph!" and she's going to stand in front, and then walk so there's distance.

he will not beat her.

as she walks, the ground underneath is so cold that it creeps up her legs to her kneecaps, but she's able to keep walking without much hesitation.

she's never really been in a cold situation like this. )

Hmph! Do not treat me like a child, I am a whole number.

( she pouts, the lantern swaying in her hand as she takes a step forward not realizing what it is that 6 is doing here with 210.

to her, it is 210, but maybe it's something more than that. )

......

( but this isn't the time to talk to 6, it's where 37 looks to 210 with a confused expression... her brows knitted together soften, and she takes a deep breath. )

Please do not be mad at him, 210. ...You must be sick due to the cold, everything is muffled inside of you.

That is not essence.

( she starts, looking to him a little curious about what he believes to be it. 37 shakes her head before turning it to 6 to see what he finds of this "nen" ability. slowly, she comes to stand right before chrollo, looking down because even though it's not the same, she is curious about whatever this ability is that he has.

how curious, to manipulate aura and life energy, isn't that in a way... dangerous? )

If it involves math, I want to see! What formula will you make by doing so.

( as excited she is, 37 claps her hands together. ) Show us the process, and then the outcome.

[ so it is a secret, though 6 is sure that there are similar arcanists residing in the outside world, knowing how discriminatory imaginary numbers can be. he listens to chrollo's explanation attentively before offering a nod as 37 requests a demonstration. ]

In return, we shall teach you of our Arcanum.

[ it's only fair, and neither of them will require much depth of explanation regardless. ]

Instinctively, Katsuki lifts a hand to shove at Izuku when the other boy puts his arm around his shoulders, but Katsuki is so cold and Izuku's arm is so warm and he's starting to feel a little woozy, so he leaves it be, drops his hand and just stands there shivering for a moment. It takes him a moment or two to register what Izuku is saying to him, asking what's wrong, and he waves a hand.

"No idea. I was outside, and I saw Miss Midnight, so I followed her." he says, trusting Izuku to believe him instead of thinking he's delusional or something, "She stopped, I was still running, ran through her. Then she disappeared and I started getting cold."

He brings a hand up to rub at his opposite arm, hoping the friction will warm him up a little. Izuku's hand is really warm against his own hand, and he fights the urge to shuffle in closer against the other boy for warmth, and instead focuses on getting his ass into the elevator with Izuku. It's a good thing the nerd still has an arm around him, too, because when they're halfway to the elevator Katsuki starts stumbling over his own feet, feeling clumsy and uncoordinated.

The last time he remembers feeling this way was from blood loss after getting impaled, except this time he's freezing cold, like he's submerged in ice water. The elevator trip seems to take forever, and then he's stumbling down the hallway to Izuku's apartment, feeling both afraid and furious, because he feels like his body is failing him and that's the one thing it's never done before.

"Dammit." he mutters, his voice slurred, "This is so fuckin' stupid."

Alright, that's actually easier, although I hate to disappoint that you won't get big displays out of me. I can only perform very basic principles.

(needless to say, it's bullshit through and through, but it's wiser than asking her to elaborate. not now, when they're much more interested in what nen has to offer. takes away the focus out of him, and into a world none of them have ever witnessed, so it must be enough to keep this conversation much more in systems, theories, numbers, rather than himself. it must be so, when 37 might be pinging him more than he would like.

his... essence? does she see that? can she find it? it's long lost.

either way. he'll sit, tapping the floor for both of them to join him, as it requires him to draw. luckily, he always has a notepad and pen handy, the same he had offered 37 in the first place.)

That sounds good. Well, here.

(first of all, here is a hexagon, and he writes - although his alphabet is a perhaps too foreign, the categories where one's aura can fall into.)

Everyone has aura, and everyone can learn how to use Nen, and all Nen-users fall into these categories, see? Enhancers are self-explanatory, they can enhance their physique or objects around them. Transmuters can change their aura to match a certain thing, electricity, water, you name it. Conjurers, self-explanatory too, they can create an object from their aura. We'll skip Specialists for now, but Manipulators can control animate and inanimate things, and Emissors can detach their aura from them. Think portal-users, or something of the like. Here is the math for you, 37. Let's say I'm an Emitter, and I'm 100% capable in it, I'm able to master Enhancement and Manipulation at an 80% rate. What am I the worst at?

Edited (i cant english) 2024-11-03 20:46 (UTC)

Katsuki can only barely hear the snort from above the sound of his own raucous laughter, and it just serves to piss him off a little bit more than he was already pissed off. The guy calls out to him, asking if he'd read the labels, and Katsuki reaches out to punch his fist into the wall, growling as the laughter subsides.

"What do you think, idiot?" he snaps out, glaring at the other boy, a relatively good looking guy somewhere around Katsuki's age with dark hair and dark eyes. He's a little familiar for some reason, but Katsuki brushes that off. It's not like there's a ton of people here, so sure he's probably seen him before.

"Just wasn't expecting to get poisoned by a stupid robot!"

.................................

[It was asking too much to get a straightforward answer, wasn't it. Accelerator sighs as he continues shoving hangers off to one side, proclaiming loudly.]

That's the most noncommittal non-answer I've ever heard.

[But he isn't going to push the subject. 37 is right, keeping the peace is more important, so even if he complains he isn't going to pick any fights. Instead, he pulls out an oversized cable knit sweater, promptly shoving it into 37's hands to see if that's a kind of style she'll accept. Then he turns and squints at 6, looking him up and down (to get a rough estimate of his measurements, not an easy task with the robes and all) before moving to another clothing rack and rifling through it.]

"Oh, is that how it's supposed to go?" he asks, "Pardon me, I've never been to one of these stupid things before." It's heavily sarcastic, the way he says it, but he keeps his hand held out to the girl.

From what he can see of her, she's pretty, with dark hair and what looks like dark eyes behind the mask, and her tone is mild not overly agressive. Could've been worse, he supposes, with who he picked to ask to dance. Anyway, that's if she says yes.

"Anyway, fine, do you want to dance with me?"

Wriggling his fingers, he tries to make the point that it's a limited-time offer.

"Because, numbnuts, we don't know if this is a mission or not, for all we know dancing at this stupid thing could be what saves our homeworlds." he says, balling up a fist and popping it against his hip, his hand still outstretched, curling his fingers in and out a few times in a beckoning motion.

Of course, it's not like he can force someone to dance with him, so he'll drop it if the other blond doesn't really want to. After all, he's got some sympathy for people who don't want to be at this thing, don't want to participate, don't want to deal with it. But in the moment, if it's going to be important - and who can know if it's not important except Aurora - he doesn't want to be the chump not participating because of his pride and damning his world for it.

[the voice that filters through the mist sounds young — almost as young as her boys. it's a realization that's just a spark at first, barely flickering among all that's still unsettling in the air, but when it truly hits her, it's a blow; there's an ache in her chest and a tightness in her throat, and her magic falters alongside her posture.

in the silence, one shaky intake of breath is audible as she turns on her heel, toward the direction of the voice; on the next, the red glow has returned, though dimmer than before.

it takes craning her neck to meet the eyes of the much taller figure standing nearby, but through the light she's able to provide, she makes sure to do so.]

You haven't. [wanda shakes her head, fiercely, the gesture as emphatic as what she tries to inject into her tone.] You haven't done anything wrong.

[but that, too, falters, and by the time she speaks again, her voice is soft.]

Are you lost? I can help you find your way back.

[the chill that moves over her, spreading from her numbing fingers to the rest of any exposed skin, has wanda slow to react; it takes a moment for the voice to register over the sound of her own chattering teeth, and the grip on her wrist barely feels like more than a tap at first. it takes a moment, but there's a sharp intake of breath, and an attempt to jerk her arm away, an attempt at magic sputtering from her palms.

none of it gets far.

darkness falls over them as what remains of the red glow falters completely. she folds her arms across her chest, but, still, the shivering continues.]

I can stop this.

[it's said through teeth that begin to chatter again — and therefore with not nearly the force she intends.]

[ Tim's about to unwrap a piece of candy when he hears the somewhat dour man say "Giggle drops?" and then giggle. His hand immediately stops untwisting the paper and frowns at it in his hand, shooting a look at the departing companion bot giving out candy.

He looks the man over, too. Slick overcoat, what might be a uniform, and a somewhat familiar-looking logo on his belt buckle. It might be a Superman symbol, if you squint. Not as classic as Kon's logo, but with the blue and the red... there's a vibe. ]

Are you okay?

[she meets his tentative smile with something a little less so. not much less tentative — smiles, now, are uncertain steps, and it feels like it's been years since they haven't been — but this can be a beginning of something.]

You'd be surprised. Depending on the movie, a jack-o'-lantern can be quite terrifying.

[a shrug, the lightest breath of a laugh.]

I think there's appeal for some in the long way, though. Tradition. A way for families to spend time together.

[there's a moment, brief, when her voice falters. she swallows, quietly clears her throat against that, with:]

But you could still find a market, I'm sure.

The worst part of getting attached to anyone at any time is the thought of losing them. The only thing that has kept him going this last while is that he can keep an eye on those he cares about. Watch them grow and thrive, even if it is a bit sad to watch them move on with their lives, without him. He just hopes they haven’t forgotten him. Unlikely, but still a thought that crosses his mind from time to time.

Loki hardly thinks Hob needs to put on airs for anything, but he wouldn’t connect anything like that to a drink order anyway. “How does a nice Bordeaux sound?” There’s a flash of green and suddenly Loki is holding two glasses of a deep red wine. “I can change it if you would prefer something else.”

"I'm saying that Superman is responsible," which isn't the same thing, in the full context of Tim's universe. Why anyone is hyper-focused on tales of the Kryptonian's derring-do that exist almost as a PR stunt from the Justice League when you can turn on the news almost any day and see him in action -

(Actually, the sanitized comics are probably preferable. Less real. Less of a chance to think about the razor thin line between existing on Earth and not. If there wasn't a Superman, they'd probably all be dead.)

"And I think the resurgence is more limited to the superhero community. You see them at renn faires, too, and cloaks are very popular with the gala set."

I see. They must be from one of the new pantheons. They are the gods of your world then?

[Look, Loki might be the God of Time now, and he has spent the last who knows how long making sure all the new timelines get to grow and survive, but that does not mean he knows the intricacies of them all. At least not yet. It hasn’t been that long.]

[the transmutation, completed in a blink, had barely even been a thought on her part; it's been years since something so small has been so conscious. but here, now, when the stranger's attention, his overt interest, is drawn to it — that strikes her.

because that kind of interest is instantly reminiscent of another: agatha harkness.

her eyes follow his, down to where they linger on her wrist for a moment before lifting again. there's a shift in her expression, into something tighter.

but she wills another smile onto her mouth, even if it's a shade more strained than before, as he takes her to the dance floor.]

Magic is the term. [as her steps follow his lead, her eyes remain fixed on his masked face.] I'm a witch.

Is that so? I can’t say I’m all that well acquainted with the films of Midgard. Perhaps I should correct that. Do you have any recommendations?

[It might be a small laugh, but it’s there and Loki can’t help but be proud he had something to do with it. He’s found he enjoys making people laugh.]

Hmm, I don’t believe I have ever considered that before. Perhaps that is why Thor enjoyed the feasts on Asgard so much. [That was the closest thing to tradition Loki could think of himself. And it was definitely a time when they would all spend time together as a family and their 500 closest friends.

He frowns slightly at the small hitch in her voice, but doesn’t press.]

I suppose it is at least something to look into. Not everyone has family. Or has family they are able to see.

[ New? Vax doesn't consider that a thousand years is a drop in a bucket for other beings. ]

Yes, they are, and I serve the Matron.

[ How powerful must this 'Echo' be to steal him away? ]

[Loki doesn’t expect most mortals to understand, but he doesn’t think to explain in the moment either. He’s more curious to hear about this other pantheon.]

I see. Tell me more about this Matron. What is it they stand for?

[One could really learn a lot about a person by which god they follow.

What Vax might think to hear Echo is powerful enough to take an actual god and not simply ones followers.]

[ Hernan's immediate problems are a world away now. No one is actively trying to kill him anymore, so he could tell Tim he's fine enough.

But he giggles instead and after a few choice words in Spanish he turns to look at Tim. ]

I'm fine. I will be even better when I find that robot [ giggle ] bastardo.

[try as she does, wanda knows that the wave of sadness that's always at her heels can't be held off forever; even now, the attempt starts to falter when it's barely even begun. she doesn't know why she'd brought up family, when the whole concept is so entwined with loss. there's a stinging in the corner of her eyes, which she blinks back —

and then something that he says directs her attention toward a different place.

once again, her gaze on him is curious.]

I knew Thor. [the curiosity is there, too, quiet in her voice.] Only briefly, but that sounds like him.

[wanda glances behind her, where the companion bots are still hard at work on their decorations. in a moment, as she turns back, she makes a decision.]

Do you have time for a cup of tea? Or coffee, or whatever you like to drink? [it's awkward, stilted — and she's aware of that; after everything, she feels out of practice with so much. still, she presses on:] I could tell you more about those recommendations.

[ On the one hand, Dazai is out of his mind.

On the other hand, Dazai is out of his mind in a way that means Krouse might not have to deal with someone attempting to be sane at him about anything, which would honestly be welcome.

Krouse's mouth twitches in a small, crooked smile, his eyes settling into exhaustion as soon as he stops trying to maintain a facade of not being tired. ]

Would you rather guy.

[ He nods, his shoulders sliding into a new set of distinct tension. More alert, but less closed off, or at least that's how it seems. ]

At least I know you know how to make decisions. [ He shrugs. ] Can I assume I don't have to babysit you out there?

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