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∎ ETRAYA MODS ∎ ([personal profile] etrayamods) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2024-12-21 05:15 pm

DECEMBER MINGLE

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: December 21st - Early January
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Newcomers, a surprise gift from Tatianna, and a visitor!
NOTES\WARNINGS:



⏵ arrival ⏴

Welcome to Etraya!

Arrival goes as expected - characters awaken on hospital beds and are offered an explanation of their situation: that they have arrived in the city of Etraya, and they are their world's only hope. They are welcome to wander the hospital if they would like to - the upper floors are mostly empty, full of pristine hallways and numerous rooms filled with supplies, cots, and things one would expect from a relatively average 21st-century hospital.

The lobby is filled to the brim with tables of freshly baked goods. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" banners are taped to the walls, and several other typical birthday decorations can be found in this area. A few of the baked goods tables are lined with massive cakes covered in unlit candles, just waiting for someone to grab a lighter and sing off-key. Is it anyone's birthday? Who knows! The companion bots seem to believe it's every new arrival's birthday and will greet them as such - with friendly waves and cheers as they make their way to the lobby.

A coat rack is situated by the doors leading out of the hospital, covered in warm clothing that fits the new arrivals just right - whether it's to their preferred style or not is something else entirely. Some of them appear normal enough. Others? Well. They can't all be perfect, now can they?

Outside the windows, the grass is covered in a couple of inches of loosely packed snow.

We hope you enjoy your stay.


⏵ an unexpected gift ⏴


Out by the hospital stands a tall, decorated tree covered in candles and golden pinecones with a handsome, red velveteen tree skirt. In front of it are a few oversized wrapped gifts for show- and atop one of those sits a familiar woman. Or unfamiliar, if this is your first time.

It's Tatianna in a slutty Santa outfit with a big ol’ burlap sack.

“Hey, I got something for you,” she says, digging into the bag and rummaging for a moment.

She produces a painted egg and holds it aloft.

“It’s your Winter Solstice Egg! This is the egg holiday, right? Wait, shit. I’m mixing them up, aren’t I? ...Well. It’s a little late to change it. Here you go!”

How one treats their egg is fully up to themselves. They can choose to ignore it entirely, or destroy it and leave the yolk and innards to rot on the ground. They can hand it over to someone else or care for it as if it were something precious. No one will prevent them from doing whatever they please with it!


⏵ naughty or nice ⏴
However, how they treat the egg will define how the egg treats them in return.

Those who keep the egg and tend to it will get the benefit of being able to watch it hatch seven days after they are handed the egg. Eggs that are treated with attention and love may yield a loyal companion, or a weapon of choice that always returns to its owner, while neglected eggs may yield a curious, cursed trinket or an animal who treats its new owner very much the same way its owner had treated it before it was born.

Please submit an egg request below for what items you would like your character's eggs to hatch into! Please note that these cannot be things that would be applicable in the game.

Those whose eggs are destroyed or forgotten will simply get the gift of... nothing!


⏵ free your spirit ⏴


With the winter chill gripping the air, a mysterious figure makes their presence known in Etraya - a towering, horned creature dragging a massive sack behind them.

𝓐 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝓴 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.


Regardless of a character's strengths or weaknesses, they will find that when Krampus raises his massive sack over their head, they are powerless to stop him from catching them. Those capable of great magical feats or other supernatural abilities will sense something... otherworldly about Krampus, but will not be able to place the source of that sensation.

Once within Krampus' sack, they are welcome to fight, but escape is impossible. It will feel as if Krampus is dragging them over every rock possible, dragging the sack in through the rivers to the point it soaks through and drenches them - potentially almost drowning them.

When the sack opens, they will find themselves in an impossibly dark space. Around them are others who have also been captured and dragged here by Krampus, trapped in small cages hanging from a massive, wiry tree.

Krampus will return often, banging clawed hands and birch rods on the walls of the cages and knocking them into one another.
𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖘.

The whisper resonates through the darkened area, regardless of Krampus' presence. Confess your secrets, and be freed. Otherwise? You'd better hope someone figures out where Krampus has set up base; those who refuse to confess may find themselves stuck here forever.

⏵ NOTES ⏴


Krampus' base is under Etraya! Deep within the catacombs, he has set up multiple cages to capture those who inhabit Etraya to punish them for their naughty habits. Fighting him is possible! Defeating him by means of combat is not, however, possible. Think of it like fighting a god: Krampus creates the rules in the space around him, including who can use what ability.

For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

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fortitudosalutis: (008)

[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2024-12-24 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Carver frowns, scanning the area. They could pick a direction at random and try to backtrack to the river, but they run the risk of getting even more lost and he's really not in the mood to die of dehydration in some catacombs. ]

We shouldn't, this far underground.

[ Of course, magic is a thing now. ]
fortitudosalutis: (045)

[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2024-12-24 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The lock goes click. Easy as that. Carver opens his eyes slow. He doesn't hesitate to jump down, back into the dark. He doesn't want to stay here, regardless of what Castiel does or doesn't do. ]
fortitudosalutis: (062)

cw death of children

[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2024-12-24 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment where Carver hesitates, breathing out slow. Sometimes I regret the kids, she says, and the two of them are strangers to each other but they're telling each other the truth in the dark. Yeah, he thinks but doesn't say, yeah, I regret them sometimes, too. He doesn't know if she means it the same way he does, but that's a detail. That's how it goes in war, in survival, in the aftermath. Things get blurred.

He doesn't regret Josephine, or her brother's trembling, vengeful rage. They were marked. But the others, the little ones?

Sometimes, he has dreams about digging graves. He's thinking about that as she continues, laying out the details. Carver doesn't have the context but he understands a thing or two about operations that go wrong, and the collateral damage they bleed.

His door clicks open. Funny, that. Carver exhales through his teeth. Truth for a truth, right? ]


If my sister's dead, [ he says, very softly. ] Then it's because of me.
fortitudosalutis: (081)

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[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2024-12-24 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Normally, in situations like this one, Carver would be content just to let shit play out. If another prisoner wants to kick up a fuss and pull the enemy's attention, let them. It gives Carver some breathing room to calculate, to mark how the enemy reacts and when.

Unfortunately, this time said enemy just doesn't seem to care. And the skinny motherfucker just keeps going, and going.

Carver grinds his forehead against the bars. ]


Oh my God, shut the fuck up!
tinflower: (pic#17347218)

[personal profile] tinflower 2024-12-24 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's looking at the egg, wanting to say something. Uncomfortable, unsure.

Well. ]


...Do you know what it's gonna hatch into?

[ With magical angelic senses? ]
messenger: looking up, looking away, neutral (❝ the lamp looks like a halo ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-12-24 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, dazai. how have you been? castiel is a little surprised to hear him. something about the man seems to slippery too be seized, even by the likes of the krampus. (assuming that is, indeed, what's meant to have caught them. who knows if any of this is real. isn't it just as likely it's all manufactured? why would aurora and echo let these beings inside to hassle them otherwise?)

castiel laughs. it's a bitter sound, but not entirely devoid of humor. ]


People most often just ask us for help.

[ taking the bars in both hands, he leans forward and presses shoulders against them. his powers have been curtailed and boxed away. they'll be no help. ]
Edited 2024-12-24 15:28 (UTC)
messenger: brows furrowed, eating (❝ stuff your stupid fucking face ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-12-24 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[ the short and simple answer. he genuinely has no idea.

pausing, he he straightens up and turns his own egg over in his hands. ]


But I do believe they have life.
messenger: collapsed, tired, bloodied (❝ he drank and smiled ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-12-24 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ castiel lets himself fall the moment he hears the sound of carver jumping from his birdcage. he makes a hard landing, but recovers quickly enough to disappear soundlessly into the dark.

he won't be remaining for a confrontation, with either carver or the krampus. ]
tinflower: (pic#17247583)

[personal profile] tinflower 2024-12-24 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's not comforting, and Gorgug's expression stays unsure. ]

Lots of things do. [ He says, but following a pause: ] I finished the car.
simpcard: (but here's my number)

[personal profile] simpcard 2024-12-24 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She continues to hold his hand as her chin drops a little. Her fingers twitch around his gloved one, but she tightens her hold more.

"Well, there are people who would be worried about me if I didn't smile." Kimie decides that she should be honest with Kirk. They're going to be saving their worlds together, so it seems wrong to hide things. "They aren't here, but even if they aren't, I wouldn't want them to worry."

As scared and uncertain as she is, she can do one thing. She can make sure the people who care about her have one less thing to worry about. "Smiling is the hardest and easiest thing to do, you know?"
messenger: lips parted, middle distance, neutral (❝ and i am doing the best that i can ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-12-24 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ and not all of them good. but these beings, whatever they are, have not even been born yet.

the car. ]


Where is it?
tinflower: (pic#17247230)

[personal profile] tinflower 2024-12-24 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, I haven't got it on me, but--where do you live? I can drop it off.
messenger: stare, fear, side eye (❝ well、i still have my health ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-12-24 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh.

[ problem: the bunker is meant to be secret. however, he's found that it is on the map, along with every other structure added to etraya. so is it really secret in that instance?

another problem: ]


I live with Dean. At the bunker.

[ as much as an angel "lives" anywhere. ]

So you should probably put it in, um, a box. In case he answers the door.
tinflower: (pic#17247586)

[personal profile] tinflower 2024-12-24 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay....

[ That's not a slow 'okay' at the recommendation, but Gorgug touching at his earpiece because--he wants to see where 'the bunker' is on the new map? Is it just 'the bunker' on here?

We'll say that it is, and after being distracted for a few seconds (and finding out it's not too out of the way), Gorgug looks back at Castiel. ]


Okay, [ he says again. ] I'll leave it in a box or a bag. [ ...tiny tiny wince. ] What should I write on it, so you know it's for you?

[ When you're trying to get a name but you don't know if you're supposed to remember a person's name.... ]
levelshift: (you're so pitiful)

[personal profile] levelshift 2024-12-24 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Accelerator's turn to click his tongue, both because he isn't impressed by whatever this supposed guardian is, and by Vincent's flailing.]

That thing is lucky it didn't meet me, you mean. And don't lose that shit before you can use it.

[Geez, even when he's sick he's animated. His brain must never get a break.]
cantilevers: (07)

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[personal profile] cantilevers 2024-12-24 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[After the initial arrival, Vander had all but disappeared. He'd found a nice little room and stayed there wishing he was still on the pavement with his consciousness fading from him again. The withdrawal symptoms were as promised but so, so much worse given the dosage that he had unwittedly taken back at the cannery.

First started with the vomiting which had reduced his size to something one might consider normal. Second was the mood swings that left him sobbing one minute, enraged the next and then just plain feeling sorry for himself. He lay on the cold floor when his body temperature rose, trying to ignore the growing gaping emptiness from the high. He'd taken to scratching his arms to feel something other than the crushing black mood that came with wanting and being able to have.

However, after some days - time blurred together at this point - Vander had emerged from his hiding spot looking worse for wear. He was pale and shivering as he traveled in search of food and drink, and he hated these white halls even more from the sensory overload that still remained a factor for him. Of course, it would. Anything that was inconvenient.

He'd managed to drink his fill on water - which felt dangerous given where he called home - then tried to remember where the cafeteria was. Someone told him about where to get food, but it felt like a long time ago, and he found himself lost and back at the hospital wing eventually. It's okay, he could track his way to food.

That was, if someone wasn't yelling and making a theatrical fuss over eggs. He should avoid and not engage. He should avoid and not engage. Fuck it, he was engaging because screw that little bastard.

Vander approached and reached over Silco's pathetically short (no, he was normal) height to take one of the eggs that was quite nicely decorated. He wasn't wearing his brace, so the ugly twisted and blackened scar on his forearm was plainly visible from an old knife injury.]


Thanks for this, ma'am. I'll take good care of it. [He made a point of stepping away before slowly turning back.] And if he doesn't want his, I'll take it on his behalf and take care of it?

[History told him that the fastest way to get Silco to do anything was to try to take it from him in the first place. He held out his hand to take possession of whatever egg had been intended for his once old friend.]
messenger: staring, face to face, feat. dean (❝ jesus christ ❞)

[personal profile] messenger 2024-12-24 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the bunker is officially known as the men of letters bunker, but on the map only seems to show up as "the bunker". ]

Castiel.

[ he doesn't seem to notice gorgug's nerves, and for that same reason he doesn't connect the dots. it's okay, buddy, he won't realize.

and hopefully dean won't open a package left for him. ]
banworthy: (Default)

[personal profile] banworthy 2024-12-24 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not so sure.

[ He leans over as he lets out a long wheezing sigh. With his free hand, he runs his hand across his forehead. Ugh, it's wet - and he isn't sure if it's because his palms are sweaty or his head.

His tongue slips out for a second before standing properly. ]


Whatever. It's mine now. If it's lost, it's my problem, right?
tinflower: (pic#17347216)

[personal profile] tinflower 2024-12-24 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. Okay. [ He takes one last look at the egg, and backs away. ]

I'll leave it. You can message me-- [ wait, rephrase: ] I'll leave a note so you can message me if it needs changes.

[ That cool? That good, Castiel? ]
twin_blade: (11)

[personal profile] twin_blade 2024-12-24 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vax crouches a bit to have a look at the lock. He can already tell it's quite unusual. This will be tricky. Hopefully he can manage it. ]

You're too big for me to carry, big guy. Maybe you can get down one branch at a time?

[ If he's nimble enough. ]
ascarylady: (107;)

[personal profile] ascarylady 2024-12-24 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, grab a portable heater, something to measure the temperature...

[ Sevika's musing aloud now as she watches the robot walk off and out of sight. That'd be the easiest target. Still, she wrinkles her nose at the very thought of... caring. For the egg, at all. ]

...shit, I must be really bored if I'm even considering this. [ Her gaze flits back to Castiel. ] Hey, dirt boy.

[ because he's digging in dirt, so, like ]

Does this place get its panties in a twist if you take apart one of their automatons?
ascarylady: (115;)

cw death in general tbh

[personal profile] ascarylady 2024-12-24 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sevika holds her breath when she hears that telltale click of the cage door opening. That's what it took, huh? What a nasty game this is. All of this. Hers, though... She squints through the dark towards him, listening.

His sister, huh? His sister.
]

You don't have to...

[ She offers in return, voice similarly soft. This is all getting too close to home. While Sevika never had a brother or sister, her life hadn't been without its losses. Times when she wondered if she could have saved them, done something different if it was her fault. ]
Edited 2024-12-24 20:56 (UTC)
cactusy: (are you busy?)

[personal profile] cactusy 2024-12-24 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," she says slowly, narrowing her eyes. It's certainly not the term she'd use for a gun, but she knows basic physics, and that is indeed essentially what it is. "Why, what heat are you packing? Anything?"
cactusy: (are you busy?)

[personal profile] cactusy 2024-12-24 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? You're already giving up? Pretty lame.

[She swings her cage extra hard to make up for his inaction, trying her best to clack them together regardless.]
cactusy: (this is a premium crying spot)

[personal profile] cactusy 2024-12-24 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
What about your contacts? You know anyone who might have intel?