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Sphere Mods ([personal profile] sphererpmod) wrote in [community profile] thespherelogs2019-09-02 08:19 pm

Fourth Wall Month!

Who: Everyone and visiting Characters!
What: The Fourth Wall log!
When: The month of September!.
Where: All over.
Notes: If you have any questions about how this all works, please head over here to the Fourth Wall info post!.

Fourth Wall Log!
Company's coming!
So the Sphere is malfunctioning and there’s new arrivals here. In order to give them somewhere to sleep and rest, the Sphere has given them all temporary housing in dorm dome number two! That means sunken beds, three squares a day that are already prepared for you and clothing in the closets that just happen to be to your character’s taste. (And you know if they happen to die then you’ve got a nice space to Rez.) All and all it’s a nice little home base for people to have. There’s several common areas for mingling, and all though there aren’t individual rooms for the characters who are staying there, the domes also provide screens for privacy. Don’t worry, no one’s spying on you or something. Probably.

John (one of our resident NPCs here, who is a doctor and also a ghost but shush) knows the importance of family, and she knows how tough it can be when people arrive in a place they don’t know. The visitors haven’t really had the same experience as people brought in the traditional way, so John has stationed herself in the dorms with a sort of ipad thing, and she’s offering to take people’s information and to show them how things like the network work. She’s also there to hold hands and deal with any medical issues that these new arrivals may just happen to have. If people don’t want to talk to her, that’s totally fine! She won’t push. But she’ll also provide directions to places if people need them. Or at least point them in the general places that they need to go.

Speaking things out into the void.
This is a prompt for visiting characters to be able to put out a network post without actually joining the network community! Upon waking in The Sphere, each character (even temporary ones!) are fitted with a small golden circle behind their right ear. This is how they are connected to the network through a neural link. Touch and hold the button to create a broadcast of one of three types:
  1. Audio. Your character thinks audible words onto the network.
  2. Writing: Your character thinks text into the network.
  3. Video. Your character projects a broadcast of a video of themselves onto the network.
Replies are determined by the player. The network needs to be accessed by choice, so character broadcasts are not automatically beamed directly into people’s heads. The Sphere isn’t that rude.

Private messages are allowed by pressing and holding and pressing and holding again as you picture the person in your mind. This can be an image or a name, err more on the side of things being more accessible than less.

God let people have their pumpkin spice lattes, Karen!
It’s September, and that means that fall has hit the Sphere hard. Well, as hard as any place can be without having actual seasons or sunlight. So, in the artificial sun of the Sphere, what there is instead of colder weather and leaves changing is a new festival. The festival, which if you ask someone who’s been there for a while is in celebration of the most fall thing in the entire world: pumpkin spice. That’s right, there’s an entire festival just centered around pumpkin spice flavored things! Of course, the people of the Sphere do try and make an effort to invoke the spirit of the season, with large garlands of fake brightly colored leaves lining the street. The scents of pumpkin spice fill the air and there are small fire pits near Adirondack chairs that are clustered together with all the things to make s’mores.

For those not pumpkin minded, there are also a fair amount of apples picked from the Sphere orchards, and a few small knives. Some older women promise that if people can peel the apples in a long spiral and throw them behind them, then the peel will form the initial of the person that the thrower is destined to marry. Of course there is also bobbing for apples and pumpkin carving.

In both the merchant dome and the agricultural dome there’s massive tables brimming with enough pumpkin foods to make Harry Potter jealous. There’s all sorts of pumpkin baked goods, pumpkin ravioli, roasted pumpkin and vegetables and there’s even roasted meats with pumpkin sauce! There's also drinks of both the alcoholic and non alcoholic sort: pumpkin beer, pumpkin spice wine, pumpkin spice vodka, apple spiced whiskey and so on! At each place is a coffee cart with a poor overworked barista who is doling out every sort of pumpkin coffee, hot chocolate and tea imaginable including yes pumpkin spice lattes.

We're waiting for the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.
There’s even a pumpkin carving contest in the agricultural dome! Pumpkins of different sizes ranging from small sugar ones to ones that could comfortably form a children’s fort are stacked around, and there are picnic tables set in newspaper and with things like knives and scoopers and nails and even drills for those people who want to remove the pumpkin guts or use them to do some carving. Everyone who participates receives a ribbon as well as a bag of toasted pumpkin seeds to take home.

They hope you really like pumpkin seeds. There’s a ton of them.

When the dark comes, people hunker down between the false stars above, with blankets all around them, the scent of pumpkin in the air. Flashlights and small lanterns are distributed by people, and when asked what’s going on, they’ll say that they’re waiting for The Great Pumpkin. Children whisper the name excitedly, and even some of the more inebriated adults do the same. Either way, at midnight the largest pumpkin rises above the crowd to gasps of shock and awe before it just magically changes into the types of candy and small toys that one would expect to come from an excellently stocked pinata.

The color of magical bounty.
In the rec dome, some magically gifted people have conjured up massive piles of dried leaves for people to frolic in. And when I say massive, I mean massive. It’s almost like an entire forest of leaves that’s thankfully free of all of the problems that come with jumping in leaves. With no animals in the Sphere, there’s not any of their presents hiding in the leaves and anything sharp hasn’t been created! Which means that it’s great for things like jumping in, burying things in and of course leaf fights.

If your character is missing nature, the area smells exactly how one would expect a late September walk in the woods to smell: it’s almost as if you’re there! The sunlight in the dome has also been altered a bit where the leaves are located, so it’s cooler, and a slight wind seems to be in the air, stirring the leaves every so often. It’s enough to encourage sweaters and scarves, that have been provided by people if they’d like them. The scarves and sweaters all seem to be of the handmade variety, and just the tiniest bit irregular, with one sleeve longer than the other, or the fringe on a scarf being slightly askew, that sort of thing. But they’re still lovely and soft and warm and smell of dryer sheets and leaves.

And we're flying, flying far beyond...
So the Sphere saw that everyone just loved the fireflies last month so this month it decided that what the city needs is to fly for real! So in the Rec dome, there’s a marked pad that people can step on that lets people fly around this particular dome for 30 minutes at a go using the same sort of controls that the communications behind your ear has! Press quickly once to go up and twice to go down. The clearance in the dome clocks in somewhere around 400 feet so there’s plenty of room for flying and even going up and touching the top of the dome and staring out into the abyss of water.

Be careful though because sometimes if you stare too long into the abyss, things just happen to stare back at you and then there are things in the deep water that you may not expect. Or that you might. Giant fish and squid may just find all this unusual activity quite interesting. But don’t worry the dome won’t crack. Guess what! You are now the fish in the aquarium for them! Or you know the bird flying past the cat in the window.

Wanna go to a real party? (CW: Mentions of drugs and alcohol.)
If people are looking for more illicit entertainment, and discreet inquiries are made, a passcode to the Black Market hidden behind some of the stalls is offered. The entrance is hidden enough that someone needs to be looking for it, and there is a rather large bouncer guarding the door and asking for the proper passcode. The passcode of the day happens to be I hate pumpkin.

Inside the black market is large, but much more dimly lit than the regular market dome. There are various pockets of people clustered under bright neon lights. The lights, someone confides to you, are code for what they’re offering. And nearly everything is on offer if a person has the ability to make a trade. Things from home, character skills and even favors tend to be the currency here, but watch out: the hawkers within are shrewd and sharp. If they make a deal with someone, it’s nearly always going to favor them. Eventually.

There’s also a large and loud party happening inside. Think of a rave with a large amount of people who happened to be a bit out of their minds. Drugs aren’t given freely here, they’re too valuable, but should someone want to figure out what they’re rolling on, eventually someone will ask or offer. The drug that they are currently using is called ‘self’ and it’s something that affects your character in an intensely personal way. For some, it’s an experience like your favorite cocktail mixed with vicodin, and for others it’s just like being drunk. For still more people, it’s like ecstasy without the side effects.

The drug has no physically addictive properties. It does however cause a hangover. The Sphere doesn't want to take all the fun out of imbibing too much.

photo inspiration

unbrokening: (got084)

[personal profile] unbrokening 2019-09-06 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ How odd. Still, it seems appropriate to find Theon alive somewhere else and well. He deserves as such. ]

I see... This is very strange.
unbrokening: (Default)

[personal profile] unbrokening 2019-09-06 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bran smiles to himself. ]

You are correct.
moondancing: soul (☾ leshy'a)

[personal profile] moondancing 2019-09-06 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
Tell me - and I pray you do not take offense - but are you in need of healing? [The username worries him.]
unbrokening: (got043)

[personal profile] unbrokening 2019-09-06 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bran does laugh but it's not a mocking one. It's almost something that's like when he was younger before he fell. ]

No, not anymore.
moondancing: winds (☾ zhai)

[personal profile] moondancing 2019-09-06 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Some of the tightness in his chest - he worries overmuch - releases. This one isn't broken after all!]

You have gone through something traumatic, I take it, and you are adjusting well.
stantheman: (sMuchqB)

[personal profile] stantheman 2019-09-06 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stan smiles a little more. ]

I guess you have a good memory then, Bev. You look ... like you.

[ If that makes any sense. ]

Have you met you? [ Stan teases, then, briefly light. Stan takes her arm to lead her to one of the stalls that will have good food. ]
guerin: (Image81)

[personal profile] guerin 2019-09-06 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
luck has nothing to do with it.
doubled_speed: (Default)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-09-06 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
but it doesn't hurt does it?
doubled_speed: (Default)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-09-06 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't know. Never tried. Find me some.
doubled_speed: (Coming To Kick Your Ass)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-09-06 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he gets that Odin is her husband. Which means she should have done more.]

Yeah, he was super fucking wrong. Loki deserved a lot better. He just deserved a lot better.
lordmajestros: (pic#6228410)

[personal profile] lordmajestros 2019-09-06 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
It's just beyond the glass.
doubled_speed: (Leave Me Out Of This)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-09-06 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Which we can't get through without killing everyone, genius.
10milliondollars: (Hmm)

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2019-09-06 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering this is my first time being outside my own dimension, no. I've got a company to run back home. A home to rebuild. I'd really rather be there than here.

[He sighs, resigning himself to this conversation.]

The Sphere says we'll be returned to the exact point in time we were taken from, so there's that, at least. But there's no sure-fire way back.
notonmyspace: (Default)

Tony Stark

[personal profile] notonmyspace 2019-09-06 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
pumpkin spice

Tony isn't really big on pumpkin anything, but he likes apples and when he sees the fresh apples and cider he dives right in grabbing one of each. He then finds a corner where he can enjoy his treats and people watch a smile on his face.

Magical bounty

Tony is jotting things down in the notebook he seems to have gotten his hands on as he enjoys the sights and smells of fall. If someone tries to glance over his shoulder they would find the notebook full of equations and numbers and drawings of things an inventor might think of. Tony looks up from time to time and smiles as he watches people play in the leaves.

Wildcard

Tony can be found around the dome, tinkering with junk and scribbling ideas for new tech in his notebook. Come find him and see what he is working on.
notonmyspace: (Default)

Audio: UN: Ironhearted

[personal profile] notonmyspace 2019-09-06 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tony is honored to finally meet Thor and Loki's mother. He's heard enough and seeing Thor lose almost all his family broke Tony's heart]

Welcome Your Majesty...it is an honor to meet you at last. My name is Tony Stark...I know many of your people.
10milliondollars: (Facepalm)

[personal profile] 10milliondollars 2019-09-06 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rhys rolls his eyes and gives a long-suffering sigh.]

Everyone thinks they're the hero of their own story...But to the rest of us, you're kind of just another ego-maniacal, self-important jerk.
notonmyspace: (Default)

PSL

[personal profile] notonmyspace 2019-09-06 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tony grins as he hears the familiar voice. He walks up beside Stephen dressed in a black sweater and worn looking blue jeans. He's carrying a small leather notebook and the right side of his face is threaded with small scars that you have to be close to Tony to see.]

Pumpkin spice is forever didn't you know that Doc?
gristle: (xZfnAfg)

[personal profile] gristle 2019-09-06 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is no small part of Bev that knows that she's going to end up back in Derry, because she made a promise, and because the Losers were going to need her to show up. But for right now, it's 26 years away. Twenty-seven if she goes back to where she was before. And she just nods a little, with a tiny smile.]

I know. And how to fight, I know how to do that too. Really fight not just jamming a fence into something's head.
doubled_speed: (Leave Me Out Of This)

Magical Bounty

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-09-06 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Glancing over shoulders is absolutely a specialty of one speedy young man. Who is suddenly there behind Tony. Superspeed has its advantages, and Tommy has a lot better mastery of his gift than his uncle Pietro ever managed to get in the short time he had it. So there's just a young man looking over his shoulder and making a noise of distaste.

"Seriously, it's a beautiful day with plenty of fun to be had, and you're just being mathy? For your own good maybe someone should hide your notebook until you give in the piles of leaves at least once."
notonmyspace: (Default)

Re: Magical Bounty

[personal profile] notonmyspace 2019-09-06 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)

Tony snapped the notebook shut and smirks slightly. "Being all mathy huh," he says turning to Tommy, "didn't anyone ever tell you not to peek at other's work?" He watches the kids for another moment and smiles again. "Not much for jumping in leaves."

doubled_speed: (Hands Free Interface)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-09-06 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Tommy scoffs and holds back a 'who would bother' because really, who could stop a speedster from doing what they wanted? Well, Tony's probably more than smart enough to come up with a way to do that.

"Yeah, some people get old and boring a bit too fast. You look the type. Lot of people here do actually, the ones that haven't been here all that long. Take my gramps, for instance. Granted I'm pretty sure he was built to be boring and old right from the start. You'd think a guy with the internet in his brain could at least be cheerful and laugh because of cat videos."

He smirks at Stark and then frowns a little. He's SO familiar looking.

"Anyone ever tell you that you look a LOT like Tony Stark?"
threshes: (heard that song)

Real party.

[personal profile] threshes 2019-09-06 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
If there's a party, let's be honest Persephone will find her way there. Parties were always her thing and they help to chase away everything that's harsh and jagged inside of her. They remind her of life, and are a way for her to store up all of them feelings to try and make it through the winter time, when she's alone in the confines of her office. Today, though, Persephone is there out in search of an escape, of findin' a way out her conflicted feelings about the leaves changing and the fact that it's fall here and she's here. Here, not at home, not with her husband, not with her life, and how she's been here for an entire season already.

Oh, she doesn't bother with the drugs, because they're not familiar and what she's after, but long pulls from the never ending silver flask of hers are an all too common sight. In fact, Persephone is in the middle of one when she hears music that sounds so familiar that it makes her heart twist, and yet something that she seems to remember almost like it's a dream or something like that. For a moment, things almost seem to superimpose themselves on her vision: a bright blooming garden, an underworld that's too damned bright, and the bar that her brother runs up top that is sort of her defacto home base when she's bringin' up that suitcase full of summertime, even more than her Mama's house had ever been.

Without allowing herself time to think, Persephone just moves through the crowd her movements dream-like and fluid. She follows the sound of the music to a stall there, and for a moment, Persephone just stares at what almost seems like a shade before her, playing his guitar. Orpheus looks like he did just before she'd tried to plead with her husband, just before she'd arrived here. She's even wearing black, with black flowers in her hair, but the dress ain't the same sort that she'd worn before. When she speaks, the word is choked, almost as if her disbelief is a hand wrapped around Persephone's slender throat. "Orpheus?"

[personal profile] fancybroad 2019-09-06 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The fault does not lie with Odin alone. Perhaps there were things I could have done differently. [Everyone has regrets. But, one does not change the All-Father's mind. And perhaps that is another of Asgards many faults.] Ultimately, the decisions Loki made were his own. They were born of resentment but he chose to nurture that rather than to grow past it. I taught him my magic to give him a chance at finding his own sun so that he could stand equal to his brother and his father. I fear equal may not have been good enough.
singmetolife: (is this how the world is?)

[personal profile] singmetolife 2019-09-06 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Orpheus and his guitar got caught up in the music, like he has a habit of doing. This style isn't entirely familiar to him, but that doesn't matter; he can play most anything he hears, and finds it easy to just join in. He gets swept up in it, distracted from everything else by the way it feels to play, to sing.

But he's not so distracted he can't hear a familiar goddess's voice say his name, or rather, barely say his name.

His half-closed eyes open with surprise when he looks at her. He wasn't expecting to see her, after all. He'd asked for Eurydice (and he'll keep asking in awhile) but it had never occurred to him that Persephone could be here. Hades wouldn't have let her go during the wintertime, would he? That seems impossible. But here she is, dressed in black but different from the last time he saw her.

"Persephone," he says, spoken, fingers no longer moving on the strings of his instrument. The few spellbound people around him look at her like seeing a dream, but he ignores them for the moment. He takes a step towards her and continues, "What are you doing here? How did you get here? How did we..." he trails off, realising he's asking a lot of questions.
doubled_speed: (Default)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-09-06 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Equal doesn't matter when your parents don't love you. That's what you need. To be accepted.