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Who: Everyone!
What: The Ghost Plot log
When: Jan 14th->28th
Where: All over the place.
Warnings: Ghost stuff, violence, will add more as they become a thing.
Notes: The plot post for those who haven't seen it yet.
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A New Year A New You

Ghosts.

John warned people. She told them not to interact with the ghosts. Persephone warned people. She told them that some of them weren’t ghosts at all. But no one listened. And after three months whatever tenuous hold the Sphere had upon those ghosts have been broken. The ghosts are here, and they are hungry. They’re hungry for life, for knowledge, to give people knowledge and of course to make certain that the Sphere becomes a city of the dead like them.

For the most part, the ghosts are feral, even the ones that have been fine before as they slipped in and out of being around and not. But they are not all ghosts of people. No, they are the ghosts of everything that has had a body that has died in the Sphere: sirens, skeletons, androids, people. How much less intelligent they were determines how feral and animal like the ghosts have become and how violent their attacks will be. For example: the most violent ghosts are the sirens, following that are the skeletons, following that the ghosts of NPCs with ghost of player characters lasting the longest.

Other than Annie I mean. She has a special part to play later.

Ghosts are drawn to single parties, or to small groups of them, the life the people offer like a beacon in the blackness of their minds. Their attacks aren’t coordinated—more often than not they’re simply striking out with energy claws and attempting to drain the life out of people. At first fighting them off is relatively easy to do, like a nightmare it’s simply getting away. But as people start to congregate into groups the attacks become larger, more powerful and more dangerous.

It is during this time that weapons will be come apparent: salt of course, placed in a circle around people, anything silver, and people of faith will also be protected. What that faith in is up to you, however.

your character dies as a result of this attack, they will be considered a ghost for the rest of the plot with all that comes with it, including attacking others. If you wish your character to die consider the timing in that. Automatic saving from death is suspended during this plot, but if your character dies they lose any powers they have.

However, there will be some ghosts who will want to talk to your characters. They will want to answer questions for them. Those will be placed in a separate NPC tag below. This is where Annie comes in, so if characters have issues with her, that may be an important thing to consider. Because Annie will remember.

In a desperate attempt to stop the attacks and the Sphere itself, the giant golden glowball will try something dangerous. It’s going to attempt to reset people using their memories. However this is going to backfire badly. Instead it will cause dead characters from people’s past to show up for the last day of the plot only January 28th. No dead characters from the persons home world may appear before then and they will disappear on January 29th. Please keep in mind these will be feral ghosts and not actually the characters themselves and they should be treated as such.
On January 29th at midnight, the Sphere will do something even more desperate: it will kill everyone within the Sphere which means everyone wakes up in their domes in the sunken bed on the floor. There is no penalty involved in this death, no memory loss or anything like that and everyone within the Sphere will be reset and the ghosts will be absent.

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She at least was braced for the pain. It was hard not to admire her determination, given that so many other woman would shrink or faint at the mere hint of discomfort. Once she nodded, she yanked the arrow from Sansa's shoulder in a quick motion. The tip had been stuck in the flesh, meaning this was drawn out more than either of them would like.

Still, it took only a minute. Once it was free, Dany pressed the cloth to Sansa's shoulder, fierce and hard. Already the white turned crimson beneath her hand. It was likely this would last longer than Dany's, Ramsay finding the worst injury to give his intended target. "I'll have to keep this pressed here. Don't move." Not until the bleeding was staunched.

At least her own injury could wait. It would keep until Sansa was out of danger. "You will feel a bit dizzy."

She refused to scream, instead biting into the leather so hard she left a dental impression. When the arrow was dislodged, she let go of the leather. Her face was pale, her shoulder still screaming in plain. The pressure isn't welcome, but it's part of it all.

Breathlessly, she nods, keeping her eyes on Dany. "Thank you." She places her hand on top of the other girl's.

"We've got to get your leg taken care of."

The soiled cloth is replaced with another one, this time bleeding a bit less than before. That was a good sign, at least. An arrow lodged in the leg was less terrifying than an open wound refusing to close. But thankfully, Sansa seemed to be holding onto her consciousness and her body was as stubborn as the red head.

"Hold this." Once her hand was in place, Dany poured water over her wound, just as she had with Sansa. There was a sting of course, but after dragon fire, the pain was less fierce. In rapid succession, she broke the shaft and pulled both pieces free, pressing her own cloth to her leg.

"How are you?"

Sansa holds on to the fresh cloth and her wound, trying her best to breathe through the pain. Ramsay had done worse to her than just an arrow through the shoulder, after all.

"When this is over, I'll take you to the horse-pistol. They've doctors there- maesters, really. But they specialize in medicine."

She doesn't watch Dany doctor her own wound, instead focuses on breathing, and the door. It seemed whatever it was, be it the door or be it her sigil, was holding Ramsay at bay. But she couldn't relax. Not till she knew he was gone for sure.

"I've had worse. But I'll be better. And you? You truly seem to know what you're doing."

"So long as we can ward off infection." It's a fear that has burrowed deep in her. Now whenever she looks at a wound, she can only remember how Drogo's appeared at the end, before that blood magic. No matter the years, no matter what she's achieved, she still feels like a scared little girl. Sometimes she was a queen, but more often, she still felt a child.

She ripped another piece of cloth, winding it around her leg as she held the cloth bandage in place. "I tended to my soldiers and people after battles and when they were ill. I cannot say that I am a healer worthy of a chain link, but I know how to tie a bandage." The arrow thing was just mimicking what she had seen, but it was probably better not to admit that.

"When I was first married, I was forced to ride towards Vaes Dothrak until the sun set. My hands would be bleeding and raw, I could never touch anything, the pain was so great. I watched my ladies as they tended to me, how they would tie bandages and apply salves to lessen the swelling. These were good lessons to help me later with my people."

While Sansa had always enjoyed riding horses, she couldn't imagine riding that long. She was used to fine things, even when she was in King's Landing, she was still afforded her golden cage.

"Then I am glad for it, though I regret to hear about your pains."

Sansa glances back at the door for a moment.

"We aren't too far from where Theon and I stay. I need to find him. If Ramsay isn't going for me, he'll be looking for him."

She disliked the idea of going back outside. Sansa was still bleeding and likely wouldn't be able to move roughly, and if they hoped to keep ahead of Ramsay, they would need to run. Running as well was something Dany wasn't sure she could fully manage. It was extremely dangerous, but there was little chance she could say no to this, Sansa was adamant.

Dany pressed her ear to the door, listening for sounds outside, any indication that Ramsay was nearby. There was nothing, silence. Either the door was too thick or he had gone looking for Theon. Dany had never met him and had little idea while Theon would be a target, but it didn't matter. He clearly was doing what Sansa had said.

"We will have to move quickly."

It was going to hurt, to run, to move as best they could, two injured girls and Sansa fighting back the urge to vomit at the sight of seeing him again. But they had to do it. They had to go on, and she could not abandon Theon.

She nods.

"We will. If Ramsay gets to him first..." she shakes her head. "Theon will be under his control."

She had little idea what that meant, but the urgency was enough for her. She slowly opened the door, searching around for signs of Ramsay. There was nothing, that silence having grown louder to her ears. She grabbed Sansa's good arm and pulled her behind, looking to shield the girl with her body.

Her dagger was out again, ready to lash out if he should appear.

"You will have to lead, be as quick as you can. Don't worry about my speed. I will keep up."

She doesn't believe her. Ramsay may not have been there, but he was a smart man and she couldn't say how his ghost would be, but she had every reason to believe they would not be dissimilar.

"Go as fast as you can. Meet at my home, should we get separated."