⏵ APHAIA ⏴
At the request of those inhabiting Etraya, Aurora has adjusted the mission schedule a little in order to send everyone into a world that is actively dying. Which means that, on the morning of March 14th, everyone will be directed to a glowing, purple portal situated just outside the hospital. Aurora will recommend that those with pets leave them behind; given the mission parameters of survive, she anticipates that it will not be a place for companion animals to accompany their owners to. She will not, however, force this: people are welcome to bring their companions if they'd like!
Once they have stepped through the portal, it will become clear that survival will not come easily. The sky overhead is fractured into a kaleidoscope of neon colors, artificial stars blinking in and out of existence among shards. Towering structures resembling stadiums and coliseums stretch endlessly into the horizon, their surfaces plastered with massive holographic advertisements displaying the face of past "champions" - many of whom appear to be long-since deceased.
From the moment they step through the portal, cameras whir to life around them, zooming in on their expressions while loudly announcing their names, their specialties, and what they are capable of. Applause echoes through unseen speakers when talents worth the excitement are announced: those with fighting capabilities, unique extraordinary powers, or odd talents seem to get the loudest reaction.
And once introductions are complete, a loud, booming voice cuts through the noise:
WELCOME, CONTESTANTS! ARE YOU PREPARED TO SEE WHO AMONG YOU IS THE SMARTEST, THE HOTTEST, THE STRONGEST, AND THE SHINIEST? ONLY THOSE AMONG YOU WHO ARE WORTHY WILL SURVIVE. KALI TYCHI!!
There is no introduction to the voice. No explanation.
Welcome to Aphaia.
⏵ SURVIVAL SPOTLIGHT ⏴
Aphaia is a dying world. Once vibrant, now it is little more than a stage - an arena where survival meets spectacle and death is a form of entertainment. Cameras are everywhere, their mechanical eyes dissecting every action, hesitation, every moment of weakness. To the residents of Aphaia, it's all a game. After all, they know they are living on borrowed time - why not make it fun?
Towering holograms flicker with advertisements for upcoming challenges, massive leaderboards shift constantly, tracking the contestants' popularity in real time. Every move is judged, and every breath is measured.
Participation is not mandatory, but refusal comes with some hefty consequences. Those who refuse to play fade into the background, their scores slowly dropping closer and closer to zero.
And when it does bottom out? They disappear. No body, no remains, just - erased entirely from existence.
Now, survival is not just about brute force (although there is some of that too!), but about entertainment. Contestants are not simply fighters, but performers earning the favor of other contestants.
Each contestant has a score, visible using the HUD of their earpiece. Scores range from 1-100, with 80+ reserved for crowd favorites. The moment scores hit zero, they disappear, presumed (and are) dead.
New contestants start with a randomized score, assigned the moment they step onto Aphaia's surface. From there, their survival depends on strategy, skill, and showmanship.
Nanotechnology laces the very air they breathe, embedding itself into their bodies. It monitors oxygen, tracks food intake, measures every potential need for everyone, including alien species whose needs differ. Supplies are scarce - meaning only those who keep their scores up receive rations, shelter, and medical aid. The lower one's score? The less they get.
And there are no second chances.
⏵ DISTRICTS ⏴
Aphaia is separated into four districts.
The Colosseum is where blood is currency. A high-tech battle arena where combatants are pitted against each other for entertainment, the Colosseum is always prepared for any battle one may wish to take part of. The floors shift, and the environment changes at the whim of the audience. It's built to support any challenge that requires physicality: the floors will break into massive labyrinths meant to confuse individuals, or the walls will raise to create rooms that are difficult to escape to test one's intellect. Within the Colosseum, contestants are invited to battle one another and others for glory. Are you a warrior? Built for combat? Do you have capabilities that shine through with physical action, rather than mental stimulation? This is the place for you.
A place of luxury, the Symposium is where alliances are forged - and broken. Here, the highest-rated contestants (those who rank Luminary or higher) are invited to partake in fine dining and lavish parties. Violence is not permitted within the walls of the Symposium; while this may provide the false illusion of safety, it is anything but. Whispered betrayals are passed between contestants within the walls of the Symposium, with deals struck to ensure that those who rank high enough to enjoy all the benefits it offers continue to be able to visit.
In the heart of Aphaia is the Agora. Pulsing with flashing billboards featuring the faces of many past and current contestants and live polls of the current scores of those who are still alive, the Agora is where contestants are invited to engage with the public to shape their own narrative.
In the streets, many contestants can be found putting on quirky performances, participating in challenges, or conducting interviews with other contestants. Charisma can be just as valuable as brute strength, and this is the place for those who rely on their ability to sweet-talk others to make sure their points remain high. This is where the facilities for the non-physical challenges resides, such as Echoes of the Past and Tychaios.
The Agora contains the housing district in which contestants reside. There are a few massive apartment towers stacked to the sky. The high-ranking live in luxury, enjoying rooms up to two bedrooms with plenty of space - the lower ranking individuals reside in smaller apartments, with significantly less amenities.
On the edges of Aphaia are the Backalleys, where rules are meant to be broken. A maze of shadowed corridors and hidden tunnels, there are multiple "convenient" corners where camera blind spots can be found. Here is where people come to converse between one another outside the eyes of the audience or to find temporary sanctuary from their lives being consistently narrated. However, it is also well-known that while they may be able to find areas where the cameras cannot reach, the Gamerunner is also aware of these blind spots.
⏵ RATED & REVIEWED ⏴
While the highest rated contestants get to go to The Symposium, those middling or in danger of falling off get invited to only the finest of trashy talk shows.
Anyone can see how this daily, midday TV show plays out. Stand in front of a television long enough and you’ll see reruns of bruised competitors hashing it out in front of an audience over failed plans, ruined alliances, and broken friendships. If you want to see the worst in others Kathiki Pidón is the show to watch.
Though one might wonder why anyone would ever go on this thing, it is a nearly universal guilty pleasure. There is a chance to raise one’s own rating without risking one’s life. But say the wrong things, and you may become more unpopular than ever. It is a desperate place to go- but they do always give a hot meal to anyone who agrees to come on. It might be your only chance to recuperate.
This is also a great opportunity to try to lower someone else’s ranking by airing out private grievances very publicly. Was the only reason you lost because you were tricked or betrayed? Is there a secret alliance you want people to know about? Or perhaps you need a platform to earn a little sympathy.
Kathiki will be more than happy to host you, donning his usual black and gold suit and holding his slim microphone for you to speak into.
For those who are a little shier, Kathiki has a private booth in the back of the studio where you can pour your heart out in front of a camera. This can have the same benefits, but it may be edited in very unfortunate ways before the public sees it.
⏵ NOTES ⏴
Please use our NPC Threads toplevel on this post for any NPC interactions you'd like! This includes Kathiki.
For all questions relating to this mission, please refer to the plotting post. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.
⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴
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etrayalogs2025-03-14 11:19 am
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They don't even give us a chance to breathe, now do they, b — [ oy?
It cuts off, because he knows this. He knows where they are. In the moment, it is fleeting, the memory. He doesn't remember all of it. He doesn't remember what lead to it, or what happened during, but he remembers afterward. The details are fuzzy, as they are ripped from his head, but he knows this place. He knows what happened here.
Even removing his memories doesn't remove his ability to know precisely what moment it is. It is everything. It changed everything.
Accelerator will see them, in the water. Thigh deep, arguing. It smells of rot, and smoke, and there are bodies drifting away in the river. Silco is younger, much younger, but so is Vander. He gestures like he always does, long hair whipping from the wind as the storm starts to roll in. Clean face, no scars. No eye. They're fighting, arguing, but it turns.
Like lightning, Silco is in the water, struggling. There was no sliding, no tripping. No, this was a fight. A hand around his neck, before he's under, fighting for his life.
Silco looks away, he doesn't need to see what happens, he knows the results. ]
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He recognizes Vander first, because even though he's younger he's still bigger. Then it's Silco, no damage to his eye so this was before that happened -
That's all the observation his brain gets through before Silco is shoved under the water. He stares, watching the scene play out. The death of the Sister is still floating around in his mind, so all of this feels even more unreal.]
... Is that you? And Vander?
[He'd seen their bickering occasionally on Aurora's network. It wasn't his business, so he didn't pay it any mind and mostly just skimmed over it. But this? This is a lot more than insignificant bickering.]
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[ A put upon sigh. ]
Do you remember what I told you when we first met? [ About his eye. Where it came from. 'Someone I was close to decided to take their anger out on me over the result.'
His hand lifted, in the general direction. It's happening. Hands around his neck, he can almost remember them. Remember how tight they were. Remember how his head swam, and then there was the water, and he thought it might be all over, if he just... let go.
It could be so easy. So calm. But there was — that thing —
There's struggling in the water. Splashing. There's a knife at Vander's hip. A hand drifts, and pulls it. Silco's lashing out, trying to fight him off, a glancing shot at his arm, he digs in, he tries to escape — Vander is lunging to try and catch him again.
He almost gets away. ]
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He's out of control.
[He's mumbling that, mostly to himself, still staring at the scene. After a moment, he raises his voice to ask another question.]
Why is this even happening?
[He can't help wanting to know the details, for better or worse.]
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[ He agrees. He can hear him. Silco's hair is tugged — it was longer then — and Vander yanks him back, his hands finding his throat a second time, before he dunks him under again. ]
It's happening because I didn't want to do things his way. We disagreed, and... [ A tightening of his lips. ]
Well. Apparently he was so convinced of his righteousness, that he decided this was the right course of action.
[ He doesn't say what action it was.
Silco doesn't surface this second time. Vander holds him under. He struggles. His hands are trying to find purchase, but this time...
This time he doesn't come back out. ]
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I knew he could be pushy and project his feelings onto people, but this....
[This is a lot more than Vander aggressively treating him like his daughter or one of his other kids. This is far, far beyond that.]
He didn't actually kill you, did he? Is this the change, the part of this fucking challenge that we have to figure out?
[He's aware Echo can bring the dead in, but Silco hasn't gone as far as ranting about being dead. Did he just get away with a fucked up eye as a souvenir of this occasion?]
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He tries to reach for his head, as if aiming to take the damned thing off. Does it work?
Still, he speaks. Even while the announcement filters through the speakers. ]
He did not. I got away. With barely my life, and...
[ And the eye. The injury. It hadn't looked like that at the time, of course, but he doesn't share that. ]
There is a lot more to the man than the lot of you know. [ A beat. ] We grew up together. [ He peels off the headpiece, still speaking. Reality crashes in. Real reality. There are no more visions. Nothing else to keep him here. ]
We were like brothers, but as far as I have ever known, siblings do not do that. How funny, that he plays this persona with the lot of you. He has always had a difficult time accepting the truth.
[ Pot, kettle, etc. ]