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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:

Audio. Your character thinks audible words onto the network.
Writing: Your character thinks text into the network.
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.

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magical bounty;

[ The first clue that something's up is a little rustle of leaves at the top of the pile.

The second clue is a veritable landslide, as-- buried beneath the leaves-- Daryl thrashes, coming to with the absolute certainty that something is very wrong, and a long string of utterly bewildered and enraged cursing.

Finally he breaches the surface of the leaf pile, spitting them out. It'll probably be a while before you can get anything out of him except what the shit?, but good luck! ]

what's a pumpkin spice latte?

[ Eventually, he goes to the festival.

He doesn't really want to be at the festival. Daryl is not particularly festive.

But also, he's... here, and there's not much to be done about that.

Slowly he walks around the space, not touching any of the food or drink, mostly staring like he hasn't seen this many people in one place in years.

Eventually he looks at the table of apples, like maybe they might bite him. Someone explains the tradition and gets nothing for their trouble but a grunt and blank stare.

Help? ]

[ ooc; ambiguously season 7-ish. if you want something different/specific/??? or have other concerns, pm or hit me up at

errantpastor ~ forgive my rust]

[ Honestly, Eric could never have witnessed something so cartoonish happening if he'd tried. The avalanche of various items was a well-used trope, and out of it all pops.. a Daryl. Yep, that explains all the cursing and violent flinging.

At first, he's stunned, but he can't help but be relieved seeing another familiar face. ]

Were you..comfy in there?

[ He's not expecting people he knows, but also not not expecting it. You know. Basically, he's at a complete and total loss because wherever here is, he has no idea how he got here, in a pile of oddly-dry leaves that don't quite smell right.

He sort of gracelessly half-slides out of the leaf pile. There's no way to look dignified doing that. ]

What the shit?

[ yeeeaaah.... told ya. ]

[ Eric steps over from his position under one of the nearby apple trees, picking for the harvest, in order to reach a hand out to offer Daryl help up. He's not very good at trying to mask the smile on his face as Daryl at least gives it the old college try. It's like sitting at the dinner table and watching the man eat spaghetti like he's excavating. ]

It's a little weird to explain, but it's good to see you. Aaron will be thrilled.

[ Daryl is definitely not going to calm down anytime soon, but seeing Eric calms him down a step, hearing Aaron's name takes him another. At least he's not alone in whatever is happening, which means they can figure it out.

He takes the hand, knowing better than to try to stand on pride right now. He already looks like a fool, swimming in more dry leaves than he's ever seen in one place. Which is honestly saying something. ]

You good? [ he asks, automatically, giving Eric a quick look over. ]

[ It's okay, Daryl, it's hard to be festive when you're not constantly living behind walls of fake security and you know what's out there. In this case, it's lots of fish, and Carl's pretty sure there's some sort of monster eel swimming around, too. This is like something out of a sci-fi novel and it feels surreal in a way that Alexandria doesn't.

The apples are at least safe to eat, right? They're apples. Some other things seem weird. He looks to Daryl, scrunching his nose in confusion. ]

Why bother wasting an apple for that?

[ He rolls one between his hands, contemplative. ]

[ Probably the apples are safe to eat. If he's going to eat anything it might well be that, because they're shiny and fresh and he's pretty sure he'd be able to tell if someone tampered with it, like, to the extent you can tamper with an apple.

Randomly he thinks of old urban legends, people putting razors and needles in Halloween candy. Not that he ever went around, but you know, you hear things. ]

Waste'f food,

[ he agrees. What's wrong with people, apple peels are good for you. ]

Look okay to eat...

[ No one in the history of forever has ever tampered with apples. Giving the apple another appraising look, Carl shrugs and takes a bite. When he doesn't immediately keel over, he raises an eyebrow at Daryl. ]

Tastes okay. A little weird, but not awful.

[ Evil witch tampering is an alarmingly reasonable concern, under the circumstances.

He doesn't bite into his apple just yet, though he's pretty sure it's fine. ]

You think they grow 'em here?

[ underwater farming, isn't there a word for that? (there is not, Daryl, that's not what hydroponics are really.) ]

[ Daryl, when was the last time you met an evil witch? The cannibals in Terminus really don't count. ]

Yeah, but I don't know how they would. We're underwater and the sun is fake.

Oughta find out,

[ he muses. This is bound to be temporary; it'd be good to bring it home with them. They could have food all winter. ]

[ Carl hums in response. ]

Yeah, probably. What do you think about all of this besides the fact that it's crazy?

daryl dixon ][ the walking dead ][ ota

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psl;; I can't even help it, I missed this dude

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magical bounty

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PSLs!

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