thespherelogs | 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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[PSL]

Mera found it almost cult-like, the way these people were pushing the drink. It was awkward to try and refuse it, so she ended up with a cup in both hands and biting her lower lip while listening to someone (who was trying to get her to down one of them and take a third) talk away about how fantastic a drink it was. How it perfectly captured the season and how one of those drinks had to be cold by now, and it's only perfect when it's a piping hot latte, whoever gave her that was a neanderthal and should get a sound reprimanding. Now she should drink one of those down and take another properly hot one.

She couldn't tell if this was traditional for land dwellers or if this was some crazed fan of this beverage. Either way, it was getting overwhelming. She kept taking steps back and trying to decline politely, but they could tell that she was unsure what to do in the face of their pumpkin fervor and kept pushing the drink on her.

[Bounty]

Watching everyone run and jump through the leaves was fantastic. Mera couldn't say she'd seen anything like it. When a pair of tiny hands that were attached to a little girl she'd helped when the water was flooding into the dome reached to pull her in and amongst the piles, she gladly joined her and her friends. With the children's teaching, she threw leaves into the air that caught in her hair and stuck to her clothing, swished through them with her feet and burrowed in them as if she were swimming.

And suddenly, there behind Mera, was the God of Lightning. Thor raised an eyebrow at whoever she was speaking to, as if he had no problems doing so. And he really did not have a problem with interrupting. He did it quite easily back home. His eyes bounced back and forth between the person and Mera, clearly seeing her distress.

"You would not be attempting to force this fair maiden to drink something, would you? A true gentleman does not force a woman to do anything," he growled, rising to his full height and attempting to appear menacing. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood there and glowered at them until they scattered, refusing to leave her alone to deal with the insanity that was pumpkin spice.

When they were gone, Thor turned to Mera, taking the cups and pouring them out onto a bush beside them. "You should not be forced to consume anything your heart does not desire, Mera," he said softly. "I will make sure they do not bother you again."

her own eyebrow raises at Thor's reaction to the whole idiocy. It's all rather excessive from both sides, but it tells her one thing very important about this whole thing - pumpkin spice was not some sort of special thing that would offend land dwellers if she politely but forcefully declined it. The first one offered to her had been alright, but not exactly something she wanted to keep drinking for the next six weeks.

Once the drinks had been removed and dumped, she looked around at all the revelry that she hadn't had the chance to take in before the pumpkin spice debacle. "Thank you, I wasn't sure if it was a custom." She hadn't wanted to be rude, so it was nice enough that Thor had been rude for her. "Do you know what they're celebrating?" Did things change so much on the land?

Thor shrugged his shoulders, glancing over at her as he removed the offending drinks. "My understanding is that back on Midguard, er… Earth? The pumpkin spice is a thing that is very popular and well loved when the seasons change. Or so I was informed," he said with a chuckle. "My guess is that they are attempting to recreate that here for those who might miss home? Still, I have tried it and I did not enjoy it. I think, perhaps, the pumpkin is not for me."

Thor held up his drink he had been sipping. "This, they tell me, is apple spice whiskey. I like it much more, but again, I will not force you to imbibe. The way people are so enamored with drinks to the brink of madness is rather scary." He sighed, glancing up at her. "How have you been, Lady Mera?"

"I didn't dislike the pumpkin." She can't help but admit the fact now that she's had the burden unloaded from her. The first taste was lovely, it was the subsequent proverbial shoving of it down her throat that she'd disliked.

Still, she raised a brow at his spiced apple whiskey. "Where could I acquire that?" It seemed interesting and she couldn't help wanting to try whatever different land dweller things there were.

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