CoderDrag0n8 He/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 2 hours ago, Archer said: “My hero!” swooned Ouae as Squircle walloped the intruder. “Not like them, they’re imposter Heroes. Dispatch these monsters!” Ouae draped herself over his arm, dripping water all over and frankly, getting in the way. “What strong muscles you have. This will be a piece of cake! Which reminds me of my Monster Cake recipe. It’s said that once you have a taste of this cake, you’ll never forget its sweetness…” The Zoran babbled as the intruder came to their senses and began throwing punches. Squircle decided to ignore the strange creature, and focus on the task at hand. 2 hours ago, Amanuensis said: Ap the Apprentice It happened very fast and very quietly, which was why it took her a moment to understand what had happened at all. One instant the man with the sword was watching her across the shop with that patient, knowing stillness. The next he was on the floor, and someone was standing where he had been, and the sword was not at her grandfather's throat anymore. The Apprentice blinked her new eyes — larger than her old ones, and set differently in her face, and better at tracking movement in low light, which she filed away for later — and looked at the stranger. He was young and road-worn, his clothes the color of long travel, leather gloves scratched to softness, hair doing whatever it wanted. He had moved without sound, without announcement, without any of the warning a person that size ought to give before doing something that decisive. She had not heard him come in. She had not seen him in her peripheral vision. He had simply appeared, in the way that certain very useful things appear exactly when you have run out of alternatives. She made a sound that was meant to be thank you and came out as a reedy, woody chirp, and then she ran past him to her grandfather. He was already straightening, one hand braced against the wall, the other pressing flat to his sternum in the considering way he had when he was taking inventory of himself. She grabbed his sleeve with fingers that were not quite fingers anymore and pulled herself up to his height — she had lost several inches to the transformation, which she was also filing away, this time with considerably more feeling — and looked at his face. "I'm all right," he said, which was what he always said, and she looked at the mark on his throat where the blade had pressed and decided to believe him the way she always did: mostly, with reservations. She looked back at the stranger. She spread her not-quite-hands in what she hoped translated across species as I don't know who you are but I am extremely glad you exist. Then she reached up and took hold of the mask's edge and pulled. It did not move. She pulled harder. The mask fit her face the way her face fit her skull — flush, continuous, not a seam she could find with her fingertips. She got her fingers under the rim at the temple and tugged until her eyes watered and the mask stayed precisely where it was, and then she made a sound that had more feeling in it than any word she knew and turned to her grandfather with what she suspected was a very expressive expression, given that her face was currently a mask. He was already looking at her with the expression she least wanted to see on him, the one that preceded difficult explanations. He knelt to her new height. "The mask requires a song," he said, quietly, in the voice he used for things that were true and unwelcome. "A particular song, played on a particular instrument. Without it—" He touched the edge of the mask gently, confirming what she already knew. "It will come off when it's ready. Not before." She stared at him. He met her stare with the steady patience of someone who has delivered worse news to worse situations. She turned away before either of them could dwell on it further and looked at the room. The four men were on the floor — three from her bubbles and the spin, one from the stranger's intervention — all of them breathing, none of them moving. She walked to the nearest one and looked at the Link mask on his face, the flat heroic calm of it, and something about the way it sat nagged at her. She had handled enough masks to know how they rested against a face. This one rested wrong. Or rather, it rested too right. Too flush. She reached down and took hold of the mask's edge. It did not lift away. She looked at her grandfather. "Grandfather," she said, which came out as a series of notes, and then remembered, and looked at the stranger, who she had no way to communicate with directly at the moment, and tried to convey with her posture and a pointed gesture what she was asking: help me with this. He leaned down and tried himself and arrived at the same conclusion she had. The mask was not on the man's face. The mask was the man's face, or had become it, fused at every edge, the painted wood continuous with skin in a way that had no clean boundary, that looked like something that had happened slowly rather than all at once. As if it had been growing there. Her grandfather made a sound she had never heard him make before. She looked up. He was kneeling beside her now, and his face had gone somewhere very controlled and still, the way it went when he was thinking faster than he was willing to show. He took the man's wrist. He turned it over. He looked for a long moment at the inside of the forearm. "Come and see," he said to the room. There was a brand there. Not a scar, not ink — a brand, clean-edged and deliberate, in the shape of a symbol she didn't know: three Z's, nested inside each other like a set of closing eyes, each one smaller than the last, each one curled into the curve of the next. She looked at the next man's wrist, and the next. All four. The same symbol, the same placement, the same quality of intention behind it. The stranger was looking too. She turned to her grandfather. "Dreamers," he said, and the word sat in the ruined shop like an object placed on a table. He stood slowly, and looked at the branded wrists, and then at the fused masks, and his expression had stopped being controlled and become something sadder and more specific. "They call themselves that. A cult — the word is inadequate — who believe that this world is not real. That we are all of us a dream, playing out in the mind of a dying boy." He paused. "The Hero of Time. They believe he is dying somewhere, and that Termina is the dream his mind is making as it goes out. They believe that when he finally dies—" His hands folded in front of him. "—we will go with him. And that this is as it should be. That waking is the only mercy left." She looked at the fused masks. At the brands. "They have been doing this to themselves for some time," he said. "Long enough, it seems, to find the passage." She looked at him. "They came through the sewage tunnels," he said. "Beneath the Tower. The Clock Wards have controlled the underground access since Mayor Bremor took office — the main entrance is through the Ward compound itself." He looked at the back of the shop, at the door that led to the passage, and his voice stayed careful and level in the way that meant he was deciding how worried to be. "Which means either the Dreamers have found another way in, or someone let them use the one that exists." The bell above the front door rang, jostled by the chaos still churning through the plaza outside. No one had come through it. Then, from the passage behind the false shelf — the one she had used not twenty minutes ago as a child, what felt like a long time ago now — came a voice. And then another. Low, unhurried, the specific quiet of people who do not think they need to be careful. More than two. Possibly more than four. She looked at the stranger. He looked at her. Somewhere under the Clock Tower, footsteps were getting closer. Rude to ninja the GM who spent his break polishing / readapting RP "So I am assuming you cannot speak." Squircle said, "But I am assuming you can understand words." He took out a pocket knife, and knelt down the intruder. "Should I try and carve his mask off?" He asked. Internally, he began thinking about the problem at hand. Dreamers, huh? Dreams can be powerful. But for a dream to make world? That would require a powerful being. But a being who is a legend? And at that, one who saved a village and could supposedly turn back time? A hero like that could be on par with a deity. - - - 1 hour ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: I was going to wait to share my reads, but it seems everyone is, so I might as well spoilered for length and font size Hide contents Okay, so now that we can vote, here’s what insight Ive gotten over the last Day/Night. First off, based purely on reasoning, I think I know the Elim team.(I’m sure half of it is wrong, because some of my reasoning is pretty surface level). This might change based on what yall say, but I believe the Elim team consists of: Wonko, Honor, Coder, and Archer. I’ll go through one by one to justify. Honor’s Ghost: She’s posted once. Once, where she pretty much just said, “No one died, yay” but I know she can’t be making the same mistake I did, and forgot NKs were a night action, because literally the first thing you see when opening the thread is me making that mistake. As for the only one post, it can’t be inactivity, she never mentioned anything in sign-ups or in thread, but I’ve seen her stalking the thread, and she’s been on since the game started. Honor’s only been Elim once before, in the AG, where she got voted out immediately, and it’s understandable that she’d be wary of that again. She doesn’t know what to do, and so she’s not doing anything. Elim. Wonko the Sane: Literally has just been giving game info. Wonko has stated that he isn’t giving advice on how we should play. He’s stated that he’s not helping. He also felt the need to say later that he’s the most manipulable person here. There is no reason to say any of that other than an Elim messing up and trying to cover. Not to mention he was literally giving the Elims strategy in thread. And, later on, he said he and archer were confident they could do a no room for error run. Archer never said that. Archer said that it was a possibility, and might be optimal. Wonko could only know what that Archer was confident if he had communication with Archer outside of thread(i.e. an Elim doc) this leads to my next person as Elim: Archer: first off, archer was also literally brainstorming Elim strategy in thread. Also, I mentioned how the only way for Wonko to know Archer was confident was for them both to be in an Elim doc, basically both of them being Elim. Furthermore, Archer told everyone to get a blue mask. A first, this seems a village action, however, Archer kept saying it, later saying that they should try for two blue masks. This could be Archer just trying to make sure the village has the masks, or it could be archer trying to strangle information. As Wonko said, the village thrives on communication(before he immediately said we should not share roles, furthering my belief he’s Elim) Coder: I think Coder is an Elim for similar reasons to Honor. He definitely has been more active then Honor, but everything has just been either rules questions(which you can do in your GM PM) or RP. Coder has never been Elim before, and so, like Honor, I think he’s trying to figure out what to do, while stalling and trying to seem active. This is probably my weakest read though. That said, the time he did have an analysis adjacent post, he pretty much restated what I did the post before, and then celebrated posting it. I think he’s Elim Overall: I think I know the Elim team, based on what I’ve seen. And it could change(I’m not 100% sure about my read on Coder). I also know that not everyone will agree with this. However, I’ve seen that people do seem suspicious of Wonko as well, and so I suggest we start with him, and go from there. Maybe y’all’s reads will change how I think of this. *The format is weird because I copy-pasted this.(I knew what my analysis was, and I wasn’t going to post it till d2, but I still needed to write it out to make sure it made sense to me) 1. I have been an elim before. Multiple times. I have been playing SE for, not a while, but I am pretty sure I have been in games you have not. 2. What am I supposed to say? I managed to scrape together a great character in my first RP post, and I am sorry if I don't think there is much to say when everyone else had already been saying it. I have never been a big fan of D1/C1 and so I really didn't have much to say when there was no exe and people who were familiar with a similar ruleset (whatever resistantce is) were already making spot on analysis, and I didn't think I would add much to the discussion. So yeah, I mostly focused on fun RP and lore, while still trying to get my discussion posts in. Also, I was celebrating discussion post, because I had 2 discussion posts I needed to fufil this Night so I could get my max rupee gain. 3: 5 hours ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: So… most likely the DF is not in play, if it is, it will be loop 5. And only two people have a chance to get it(the people who got the postman and bunny respectively) therefore, In going to go make a tracker of people, and who couldn’t go for it, etc. but, it doesn’t matter right now though, until loop 5 it does not matter. Also, heads up, I will be gone for the next 8ish hours, I might be able to pop in for some RP at some point, but not like actual thoughts yet. I should be on somewhere around rollover though This is you saying 'DF unlikely, if it is, only loop 5, 2 people can get it, gtg' 4 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said: So the DF is possible? But extremely unlikely? Ok, ok. This also means that there are now only 2 people who can get the DF, the 2 who currently have the postman's and the bunny. If either of them die or dont get the next hat/hood they need, then they will never be able to get the FD. This also means that if they do manage to keep themselves going (with also never buying any other mask) their team will win Loop 5 (tiebreaker). If we never reach tiebreaker, all their efforts will be for naught. Now we reach the question. Player X has the postman's hat L1, and Player Y has the bunny hood L1. Does Player Z go for either the bunny hood or postman's hat? Is the FD too powerful to let it fall into the wrong hands? Or is it so powerful that we need the chance to grab it? Yay! Discussion post! This is me saying: Ok, so the DF is unlikely but possible, only available loop 5, only 2 people could possibly get it (restating what you said so I could set up the context). I was also setting up the pros/cons for trying to go for it in case they were reading it. Next I asked a question (that you had not asked) and proposed 2 strategies for L2. Then I celebrated my 2nd (/5th) discussion post of the nigh (/cycle). Once again, this was your argument: Coder: I think Coder is an Elim for similar reasons to Honor. He definitely has been more active then Honor, but everything has just been either rules questions(which you can do in your GM PM) or RP. Coder has never been Elim before, and so, like Honor, I think he’s trying to figure out what to do, while stalling and trying to seem active. This is probably my weakest read though. That said, the time he did have an analysis adjacent post, he pretty much restated what I did the post before, and then celebrated posting it. I think he’s Elim Italicies, Underlining, and bolding each relate to different sections of your argument and my counter-argument. edit: 26 minutes ago, coco.pudding said: I think Mistfallen’s reads could make sense. My thoughts on Wonko and Archer are above. As for Honor’s Ghost and Coder, I just don’t know that they’ve done enough to tell. Maybe the fact they haven’t done much is suspicious in itself, but then we should also be looking at the others who have been less active as well. I’m curious to see what both of their responses will be. Is my reaction to your satisfaction? (/jk) Edited February 21 by CoderDrag0n8
Divergent He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 18 hours ago, Amanuensis said: The last customer of the evening was a Goron who had wandered in from the North Gate smelling of snowmelt and celebration, turning every mask over in his great stone hands with the careful reverence of someone who had never held anything so small and fragile in his life. He bought a painted bear with a gap-toothed grin, tucked it under one arm like a clutch purse, and ambled out into the early evening with a rolling contentment that made the bell above the door laugh twice. If there was anyone observing Gor Elam, it would have been clear that it was his first time visiting Clock Town. He walked along the town with an extreme sense of fascination and curiosity over every unfamiliarity he had not encountered or experienced in his humble hometown in the north. There were individuals of all races, buildings of different types he could barely guess as to their purpose, and items of impeccable craftsmanship being sold at every corner. Which was why he found himself stumbling into that shop with all sorts of little trinkets and masks. There were masks of various designs — one resembled the head of a falcon, another of a rabbit's ears, a mask that mimicked a frog leaping on one's head, a red cap that had a bunny symbol in the front. He turned over every mask delicately, afraid that he might accidentally damage the elegant handiwork. As he browsed through the shop's wares, he found himself drawn to a small painted figure of a bear snuck into one of the shelves. He had never seen a bear before except for depictions in picture books. They were creatures only told of in bedtime stories that his mother used to lull him to sleep in his childhood. His little brother loved bears and he would always try to act like in the make-believe games he'd play with his friends. So, he knew that he had to buy this figure as a souvenir when he could finally come home and return to his family. 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 21 Author Posted February 21 (edited) Approximately 4 hours remain in the Night to finish earning your Cycle 1 Rupees + submit any actions if relevant Edited February 21 by Amanuensis 3
Doc12 Posted February 22 Posted February 22 (edited) 15 hours ago, Wahrheitswächter said: "do you by any chance now a Doctor in the City?" I happen to know 12 Thistle was supposed to run straight home. But Zymni still hadn't said anything and they couldn't help glancing back at their shadow every so often, and kept seeing things out of the corner of their eyes. A Goron (@Haelbarde) preparing to run into a flaming building. "Sir! Take some cool safflinas - you won't need them, but the people in those buildings might!" A man with a broken arm (@Wahrheitswächter), calling for a doctor. Thistle couldn't find a doctor in this press, but they could offer a Hyrule Herb. "Here, eat this. It's better cooked, but even raw it has medicinal properties that can tide you over." Cindra (@Burnt Spaghetti), running around in a panic. "Cindra! Come with me, we can shelter at my store!" They press a Swift Violet into her hands. "Follow me!" But then they ran into another, a woman (@coco.pudding)throwing her own safety to the wind to pick up the fallen and pull trapped strangers from the wreckage. Thistle wanted to get them to come too, but something in the woman's eyes told Thistle that she was going to try and help everyone on their path. "Mighty bananas. They'll boost your strength. Collect anyone you save and come to Fairy Flowers!" Edited February 22 by Doc12 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 22 Author Posted February 22 Commander Vicsen Vicsen had run the scenario four hundred and twelve times. He knew this because he had started counting in the third year after the Carnival resumed, when he realized that running it in his head while his subordinates drilled was more useful than watching subordinates who already knew what he was going to correct. Four hundred and twelve iterations of the same fundamental problem: a city shaped like a cross, four gates, one clock tower, forty thousand people who did not want to leave and would not leave efficiently even when they did. He had run it in the rain, in fog, in the particular chaos of the Hero's Carnival when the roads were thick with tourists who did not know which ward led where. He had run it with one gate and with none and with all of them compromised. He had not, until tonight, run it with the moon making that face. He registered it the way he registered most things that were trying to kill him — with his peripheral vision, calmly, in the middle of doing something else. The something else was catching Recruit Almira before she went down under the first wave of the crowd, hauling her vertical by the collar and putting her back on her feet without breaking stride. "North Gate first," he said. "Go." She went. He had placed his eight recruits in a ring around the plaza because he had run this scenario and he knew where the choke points formed and he wanted bodies at each of them before the bodies were needed. The problem with new recruits was that they understood orders and not the reasoning behind them, which meant they executed the letter of an instruction and froze at the first thing the instruction hadn't covered. He had spent three months trying to teach them the reasoning. He had run out of months before he had run out of recruits who needed teaching. Tonight was going to be an examination. He cleared the plaza's south end in twenty strides and hit East Street at a run and already knew what he was going to find before he found it: the East Gate locked up solid with people, fifty deep, all of them pushing in the same direction, which meant nobody was moving because you cannot all go through a door at once no matter how badly you want to. He'd seen this before. Not here, not like this, but thirty-three years ago in a different emergency with a different mayor and the same fundamental human problem of everyone reaching for the exit simultaneously. "STOP." He had a voice for crowds. He had developed it deliberately, the way he had developed everything deliberately, by finding the pitch and the register that cut through ambient noise and landed in the chest rather than the ears. Fifty people stopped. "Single file. NOW. You — " he pointed at a broad-shouldered Goron who was approximately the width of the gate itself "— you are not going through that door, you are going to stand beside it and you are going to pull people through one at a time and you are going to do it calmly and you are going to keep doing it until I tell you to stop. Can you do that?" The Goron blinked at him. Then nodded, once, with the solidity of someone who was glad to have been given a thing to do. "Good. Everyone else: line. Single. Now." They lined. People will do almost anything if someone tells them with enough certainty that it is the thing to do. He left the Goron to his work and ran. The North Gate was worse. He heard it before he saw it — the sound a crowd makes when it is not a crowd anymore but a compression, when the human instinct to move forward meets the physical impossibility of doing so and the result is a kind of low continuous distress, punctuated by individual voices rising above it and getting swallowed again. He came around the corner and stopped for half a second to assess. The gate was intact. The gate was also unreachable, because the press of bodies between him and it was eight rows deep and the rows were not moving. And then the second explosion hit the North Gate directly, and the gate was not intact anymore. He had been knocked flat twice in his life before tonight. He did not enjoy it either time and he did not enjoy it now. He was on his feet before he had consciously decided to stand, which was muscle memory doing his job for him, and he took in the situation: the gate arch was down, rubble across the road, two people he could see immediately who needed immediate attention. He went to the nearest one first. "Can you move?" he said. The man nodded, dazed. "Then move. North is gone. South Ward. Tell everyone you pass: South Ward, South Gate, stay moving." He helped him up, pointed him, moved to the next. He worked through the rubble with the mechanical focus of someone who has separated feeling from function and stored the feeling somewhere to be retrieved later, when there was a later. The gate was gone but the road was passable if people moved in single file along the left edge, and he had a Ward whistle somewhere — he found it, blew three short blasts which was the all-hands signal, and waited. Recruit Almira appeared from the direction of East Street. Her helm was gone and she had a cut above her eye that she hadn't noticed yet. "East Gate?" "Clear. Goron's got it." He nodded. "West." Her face told him before she said it. "Structural damage," she said. "Both sides of the arch. It's leaning." "Leaning or down?" "Leaning." "Then it's still a gate. Get everyone through it before it decides otherwise. Take Rennik." He scanned the crowd around them, looking for the quality of person he needed — the ones who were frightened but not frozen, who were looking for someone to tell them what to do rather than simply screaming. He found a young Zora woman standing at the edge of the rubble with her hands at her sides and her eyes moving, cataloguing. "You," he said. "What's your name?" "Mira," she said, without flinching. Good. "Mira. You're going to the West Gate. Recruit Almira will tell you what to do when you get there. You will do it. Can you run?" She was already running. He turned south. The South Gate was the best case and he had known it would be — he had positioned his two most experienced recruits there precisely because it was the most critical egress point and experience was the thing he had least of to spend. The road to Woodfall was open and the gate was holding and the flow of people through it was not clean but it was moving, and moving was what mattered. He stood at the edge of the plaza and watched the river of people pouring south and made himself breathe for a moment. Above the Clock Tower, the moon had changed its expression again. He had stood in front of the old Mayor thirty-three years ago and argued for evacuation while the man deliberated and the clock ticked, and he had not persuaded him, and the city had been saved anyway by a boy with an ocarina and a capacity for the impossible that Vicsen had respected enormously without understanding at all. He had thought about that conversation many times since. He had thought about what it meant that he had been right and had not been listened to, and what it meant that being right had not been enough, and what a person was supposed to do with that. What he had done with it was four hundred and twelve iterations. "Commander." Recruit Danna was at his elbow — the youngest of them, seventeen, who had joined the Wards because her older brother had and who had the instinct for it even if she didn't yet have the training. She was looking at the plaza, at the people still pouring through it toward the South Gate, at the scattered ones who had fallen and hadn't gotten up yet, at the few standing still in the particular paralyzed way that meant they had someone they hadn't found yet. "What do you need?" she said. He looked at her. He looked at the plaza. He thought about the tunnel reports he'd filed twice in the last year about sounds coming from the underground system beneath the Tower, which had gone into the filing system and come out the other side without visible effect. He thought about the Carnival stage, which was empty now, and the man in the wrong mask who was no longer in the sky. "I need anyone who is still standing and not screaming," he said, "to help me get everyone else out through the South Gate. After that I need to know what's happening under this Tower. I suspect it's connected." He straightened his helm. "Can you find me people like that?" Danna turned and looked at the crowd with the assessing eye he'd been trying to teach for three months. "I think so," she said. "Then go." She went. He pulled out his whistle again and blew a long single note — not a Ward signal, just a sound to cut through noise, to give the panicking crowd something external to orient to — and then he raised his voice one more time to the dark and the smoke and the impossible face of the moon that was still, still coming closer, and he said the thing he had practiced saying for thirty-three years in four hundred and twelve imagined emergencies: "SOUTH GATE. EVERYONE. MOVE." And they moved. 3
Divergent He/Him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 3 hours ago, Doc12 said: So from what I'm seeing even with the new information, there's still no way the Fierce Deity mask can really come into play other than in Loop 5 with perfect play ie:getting postman and bunny each cycle and also relying on everyone alive to be sending PMs. Which works out because I had already thought that there was no point in trying to aim for that mask Yeah, there's so many things needed to actually get it from staying alive the whole time to getting the specific mask needed, and also having both village and elims coordinating a message to each unique player, that it's basically just an impossible task to even get it 3 hours ago, coco.pudding said: I think Mistfallen’s reads could make sense. My thoughts on Wonko and Archer are above. As for Honor’s Ghost and Coder, I just don’t know that they’ve done enough to tell. Maybe the fact they haven’t done much is suspicious in itself, but then we should also be looking at the others who have been less active as well. I’m curious to see what both of their responses will be. Most of the conversation during the day seemed to revolve around what our strategy for this loop should be, as well as trying to predict what the elims might do. Did we ever actually come to a consensus on that? I don’t think we did. I don’t feel like I’m experienced enough to determine if that’s a thing we need to do, but maybe it is? Or should we not since that would essentially just tell the elims what we’re going to do? Agreed on the Honor and Coder read. They haven't really done anything yet that pings me one or the other, so I'm neutral on both. I think we'll be able to have more definitive reads once we start D2 and have votes that could better indicate what our positions are I agree with what Araris said. I'm also thinking about trying to vote people that are suspicious and trying to win the loop because we only have really control of the execution and the elims can simply NKs one of their own to ensure no one is cleared. And I guess, it was a common thought that anyone with a mask/hat/hood would not reveal their possession of it or that they tried to get it, and it would be better to reveal such information once the next loop comes around (and there's not as much threat of that information being exploited by the elims)
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 22 Author Posted February 22 Btw in order to set up the day turn, I will definitely need the whole crew evacuating to the South Gate, so if you all wanna RP that then awesome, if not I'll take care of it in the next Day write up 1
CoderDrag0n8 He/They Posted February 22 Posted February 22 2 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said: "So I am assuming you cannot speak." Squircle said, "But I am assuming you can understand words." He took out a pocket knife, and knelt down the intruder. "Should I try and carve his mask off?" He asked. Internally, he began thinking about the problem at hand. Dreamers, huh? Dreams can be powerful. But for a dream to make world? That would require a powerful being. But a being who is a legend? And at that, one who saved a village and could supposedly turn back time? A hero like that could be on par with a deity. @Amanuensis you see this?
Doc12 Posted February 22 Posted February 22 Evacuate??? No! Their shop! The shop was Thistle's entire life! Abandoning all their new companions, Thistle ignored the shouting guards and ran. Running against the flow, ducking and weaving through a crush of bodies, Thistle ran until their breaths came ragged and they stood before their store. They ran inside, collecting their rupees and shoving herbs and flowers into a knapsack. Were they considering evacuating? They were packing almost on instinct... They had to go, right? But the guards probably wouldn't check every store. Whatever was coming might pass Thistle by entirely. What if there were looters? What if the shop burned down? No. They couldn't leave. They couldnt... And yet they ran around trying to think about what they could save and what to leave behind. But they weren't leaving. They couldn't... (Someone might have to actually drag Thistle out)
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 22 Author Posted February 22 2 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said: @Amanuensis you see this? I did yes, I will have to continue Ap's side of events in the next write up 1
coco.pudding she/they Posted February 22 Posted February 22 49 minutes ago, Doc12 said: But then they ran into another, a woman (@coco.pudding)throwing her own safety to the wind to pick up the fallen and pull trapped strangers from the wreckage. Thistle wanted to get them to come too, but something in the woman's eyes told Thistle that she was going to try and help everyone on their path. "Mighty bananas. They'll boost your strength. Collect anyone you save and come to Fairy Flowers!" Amora gasps out a quick “thank you” and eats the banana before rushing off toward the next person. Upon hearing the rallying cry to South Gate, she returns to the shop where those she has saved are hunkered down. “Head to the South Gate, it should be safer there. Be careful, stay together. I’ll join you soon.” With that she dashes toward the flower shop. When she reaches it she bursts inside, saying “The Commander told everyone to evacuate to the South Gate, we have to go now!” 3 minutes ago, Doc12 said: (Someone might have to actually drag Thistle out) Oh don’t worry I got you Amora reaches for Thistle’s bag, helping them collect the last of their things, then grabs their hand, pulling them toward the door. “I know leaving home is scary, okay, but you’ll be back. I promise. It’s going to be okay, but right now we just have to go.” 2
Araris Valerian he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 I've decided that Arenta looks like a grouchy version of Impa. After tripping earlier in the day and being rescued by a fellow named Wahi, Arenta had mostly stuck in her room for the day. It was rather hard to maintain the look of an intimidating landlady when half the town saw you getting rescued by a random stranger. The call to move to the south gate jarred Arenta out of her stupor, and she headed outside to see what passed for a flood of people in these parts heading south. Fortunately, they recognized her enough to steer clear, and she made her way to the southern gate without incident. Of course, at the pace she was walking, there wasn't really anyone to bump into for the latter half of the walk. Along the way, Arenta saw Thistle rummaging in his shop, and she rapped her cane on the door. "Hey, Thistle! You'd better get going. I'll not have you dying before you settle up with me." It didn't look like the florist would budge, but fortunately someone else came along to give Thistle a hand, since Arenta certainly wasn't going to haul a bunch of flowers halfway across town. 2
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted February 22 Posted February 22 1 minute ago, Doc12 said: Evacuate??? No! Their shop! The shop was Thistle's entire life! Abandoning all their new companions, Thistle ignored the shouting guards and ran. Running against the flow, ducking and weaving through a crush of bodies, Thistle ran until their breaths came ragged and they stood before their store. They ran inside, collecting their rupees and shoving herbs and flowers into a knapsack. Were they considering evacuating? They were packing almost on instinct... They had to go, right? But the guards probably wouldn't check every store. Whatever was coming might pass Thistle by entirely. What if there were looters? What if the shop burned down? No. They couldn't leave. They couldnt... And yet they ran around trying to think about what they could save and what to leave behind. But they weren't leaving. They couldn't... (Someone might have to actually drag Thistle out) 47 minutes ago, Doc12 said: Cindra (@Burnt Spaghetti), running around in a panic. "Cindra! Come with me, we can shelter at my store!" They press a Swift Violet into her hands. "Follow me!" Cindra was grateful to see Thistle and have a friend to stick with. "Are you sure it will be safe there?" She shouted through the chaos "what if the fires reach it? We should get out of town while we can!" As they moved they passed by her own home. Well. What had been her home. My books... No! My sheet music! She realized in dismay as her treasured collection was gone. Songs that she'd only vaguely learnt would now never be finished. She hadn't been in the habit of memorizing everything either. She glance away from her home to see Thistle run into her shop. The whistle blew. In a way it was a comfort to hear a sound of authority as the commanders voice cut through the chaos. Did Thistle hear it though? Clutching the Swift Violet and her flute, Cindra ran in Thistles store. It was a beautiful place. Cindra always loved to visit. The aroma of flowers was a stark contrast to the acrid smoke that had been filling the air. She saw Thistle packing, and Amora helping. As much as we didn't really have time to pack, these flowers, and particularly the functional herbs Thistle had cultivated, may suddenly be vital for survival if we have nothing else. She hovered by the door, watching outside to make sure its still safe. But the fires were so close. As Amora started pulling Thistle out, Cindra flashed them a grateful smile and held the door open for them. "Cmon guys we need to hurry, we need to get to the South gate before its too late!" 1
Divergent He/Him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 Only minutes had passed since leaving the shop when all hell broke loose. The night sky became tinged with the color of crimson as flame consumed shops and houses without discrimination. What was going on? He had spent the day in a vibrant and thriving city that celebrated a hero who had saved their land. Things had been lively. Maybe too lively, that he didn't feel that it was the time to find some kind of help to the plight his fellow Goron faced back in their village. Now, everything had been turned upside down. People scrambled amid the chaos, carrying as much as they could salvage. He stood frozen for a few moments, not knowing what to do. There was too much going on and he felt overwhelmed with people running in all sorts of directions. Just then, he heard the sound of a whistle and it calmed him down just a little. "South Gate. Everyone. Move." He didn't know where south was, but he observed and he saw many people running a certain direction, so he followed them and ran as much as his legs could handle. There were many thoughts running through his head. For now, he would focus on survival. 2
Ashbringer he/him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 AraRaash still wasn't sure about what this universe was, but it did have good food. He spent most of the early day on bedrest on a large Goron - that was the proper term, he'd hopefully managed to glean - couch in the middle of a relatively-small town, surrounded by his body's former friends attempting to dote on him as well as some young adults with varying expertise could. Coliver was busy baking treats, and avoiding him, but Vale was apparently a training physician and the group of Zora had some innate healing, which helped explain him being mobile by the end of the night. Still a broken leg, but able to join Mazaki in a mini-raid of the kitchen. Something was strange about Mazaki. Not bad-strange, not suspicious-to-hostile-strange like Coliver... Mazaki just had a lot of emotions she was sorting through, AraRaash figured. Normally he was better about getting into people's heads, but most of his expertise was on humans, who were evidently missing from this reality, and Zora were more like Altathians than the human-adjacent Terminians. Whatever the reason, she seemed very eager to organize their little band of old friends. It was night by the time Coliver found him alone. "What have you done?" she asked, shutting the door quietly but with tenseness in her hands. Might as well start by playing dumb, though AraRaash figured it wouldn't last long. "Sorry, Mazaki said you'd be making way too many. Though she also said you'd start with the-" "What. Did. You. Do. To. Marton!" Coliver said, fangs clenched. This race had fangs. Hopefully they weren't used often. "What are you, spirit?" AraRaash looked down at his hands. They looked like he'd be healing for weeks, and for a fall much lower than the one Marton had apparently taken. "You saw, didn't you? Usually I never get to see what it looks like." Coliver said nothing to that. "Really, I didn't see. One minute I was up, the next minute-" Coliver grabbed something metal and nearly lunged at him, some form of scream buried deep within to not register to the others drinking upstairs. "You? Marton fell! He was... he was gone! And now you're... you're wearing him like a puppet! Give him back!" AraRaash shied away, as far as an ostensibly-bedridden Zora with an ostensibly-broken leg could away from an angry individual wielding a... Spatula? Didn't matter. It wasn't the damage that was vulnerable, it was the belief, information. This was his first pass through this place, as far as he could tell - better to make it mean something. "I..." he started, trying to find the correct intonation, "I can't give Marton back. You're more right than you know, but it doesn't work that way here. Unless something about your world lets it. She threw the spatula at him. He began to yell "I didn't-", but there was no force behind the blow. Just defeat. "I didn't kill him. I didn't hurt anyone. But people are going to get hurt, going to soon. I'm sor-" And that, of course, is when the explosions started. 2
CoderDrag0n8 He/They Posted February 22 Posted February 22 33 minutes ago, Amanuensis said: I did yes, I will have to continue Ap's side of events in the next write up Alrighty
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted February 22 Posted February 22 They made it to the South Gate. The town looked unrecognizable at this point. The clock tower shuddered as it continued to tick, the sound now feeling like impending doom rather than the comfort of consistency. Bunting blackened and blowing across the ground. Screams, crying, muffled whimpers as children clung to those around them as the crowd pushed and surged to the gate. Flute and flower held tightly to her chest, her now only belongings, she joined them. How could so much change in such little time? Did they even have time to get out of this? Time to fix this? The moon. She dared not look at it. There was enough going wrong as it is. The moon was normal. Absolutely normal. Everything was going to be fine. It must be. Because if it was not, there was no great hero this time, and we would run out of time. No. We had time to get to the gates, we have time to get to safety. "Everyone make sure to not push each other! Make sure no one falls down!" There was not time to help the town right now, but the citizens still could be helped. She grabbed the hand of a nearby child who had gotten knocked over in the rush and kept them standing, kept them close. Breathing already felt hard with smoke and panic. Getting crushed in a crowd would help no one. We will get through this. We must. 1
Myst He/Him Posted February 22 Posted February 22 4 hours ago, Doc12 said: I am hilariously behind. I've never been good at distro/mechanic solving, and this game seems to require a lot of it. I joined the game for the time looping, dead don't stay dead mechanic. I wasn't expecting it to be d1 and people are doing math and coming to the conclusion that a mask was unobtainable, or for people to already plot out every possible elim action. It's a lot of fun so far! I just want to apologize for being utterly unhelpful in mechanics discussion. I've already shared that I do think Wonko and Archer are being too helpful, but I'm not quite sure about your reasoning here re: brainstorming elim strategy in thread. the elims whole thing is that they don't have a doc, so they would be brainstorming in doc. I would actually credit Archer re: elim strategy in that there are many things that he did not have to make the village aware of and could have kept in the doc. I don't know - i go back and forth. I think the loop 1 strategy, while completely new to me, is not new to people who have played Resistance and are familiar with meta strategies. So it's quite possible that they're both e! and talked about in doc, or one or both of them is v! and they came up with the idea independently. The other thing that sticks out is Archer volunteering for the d2 exe. Quick thoughts. Reveal hidden contents V!Wonko, E!Archer world V!Wonko first shares thoughts in thread. E!Archer also planning to share the strategy after n1 to seem more helpful, and is forced to respond and agree. E!Archer then goes on to exhaustively go over strategy and also volunteer themselves for d2 exe, which per their discussion, if the elims were intending to throw loop 1, this would be a very simple way to get an elim exed and active in the dead doc. E!Wonko, V!Archer Mistfallen pointed out that Wonko's insistence on them being easily manipulated and not being good with social reads was a little forced, which I kind of agree with. I also think the great fairy mask advice, which seems like something that an elim would want to keep to themselves, is not as helpful as it seems because there are still a couple loops before it would even see play, and just seems like a way to get points for warning village. Both V! Maybe things really are just as they seem. I think the thing that sticks out here is Archer volunteering for D2 exe, which right now makes me more hesitant to actually exe him. Archer literally said the elims should kill one of their own to lose the cycle and ensure there aren't any hard clears. And now they're saying 'I want to be exed'. I said I was sorry Okay… so, do explanation of the brainstorming strategy thing. The problem is that as Village, it’s a stupid idea. There is no reason to give the Elims and more help/info than you need to. You mentioned how you weren’t good at the mechanic solving here. From a V!Wonko or V!Archer standpoint, they don’t know the knowledge level of the Elims, and so giving anything more than what helps the village is a terrible idea. Considering they both have demonstrated a pretty good understanding of the mechanics, I doubt they just didn’t consider it. 4 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said: Squircle decided to ignore the strange creature, and focus on the task at hand. "So I am assuming you cannot speak." Squircle said, "But I am assuming you can understand words." He took out a pocket knife, and knelt down the intruder. "Should I try and carve his mask off?" He asked. Internally, he began thinking about the problem at hand. Dreamers, huh? Dreams can be powerful. But for a dream to make world? That would require a powerful being. But a being who is a legend? And at that, one who saved a village and could supposedly turn back time? A hero like that could be on par with a deity. - - - 1. I have been an elim before. Multiple times. I have been playing SE for, not a while, but I am pretty sure I have been in games you have not. 2. What am I supposed to say? I managed to scrape together a great character in my first RP post, and I am sorry if I don't think there is much to say when everyone else had already been saying it. I have never been a big fan of D1/C1 and so I really didn't have much to say when there was no exe and people who were familiar with a similar ruleset (whatever resistantce is) were already making spot on analysis, and I didn't think I would add much to the discussion. So yeah, I mostly focused on fun RP and lore, while still trying to get my discussion posts in. Also, I was celebrating discussion post, because I had 2 discussion posts I needed to fufil this Night so I could get my max rupee gain. 3: This is you saying 'DF unlikely, if it is, only loop 5, 2 people can get it, gtg' This is me saying: Ok, so the DF is unlikely but possible, only available loop 5, only 2 people could possibly get it (restating what you said so I could set up the context). I was also setting up the pros/cons for trying to go for it in case they were reading it. Next I asked a question (that you had not asked) and proposed 2 strategies for L2. Then I celebrated my 2nd (/5th) discussion post of the nigh (/cycle). Once again, this was your argument: Coder: I think Coder is an Elim for similar reasons to Honor. He definitely has been more active then Honor, but everything has just been either rules questions(which you can do in your GM PM) or RP. Coder has never been Elim before, and so, like Honor, I think he’s trying to figure out what to do, while stalling and trying to seem active. This is probably my weakest read though. That said, the time he did have an analysis adjacent post, he pretty much restated what I did the post before, and then celebrated posting it. I think he’s Elim Italicies, Underlining, and bolding each relate to different sections of your argument and my counter-argument. edit: Is my reaction to your satisfaction? (/jk) Ah. Thank you for the clarification. I assumed you started the same time as me and Dive. I will have to see who else could possibly be Elim, but soon we’ll have a NK to go over, and that may help.
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 22 Author Posted February 22 Night 1-A is now over. Please get a snack, a drink, and standby for Day 2-A. 2
Honors Spectral Image She/her Posted February 22 Posted February 22 (edited) 4 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said: *munches popcorn* *pops munchcorn* Edited February 22 by Honors Ghost
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