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Who: Everyone!
What: February open log.
When: Feb
Where: All over the place.
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Notes: This log will run the whole month as part of the AU plot. Pick a date and go!
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February Open Log

blue moon

So the people within the Sphere City miss the moon. At least, that’s what someone can draw from the fact that as January slips into February, large images of the moon are everywhere. The Full moon, to be more specific. There are silver streamers around the merchant dome, and lights have been modified to have a more silver than golden glow in appearance, even at all hours of the day there. Sure it makes things a bit difficult to see, but that’s not really a problem is it?

At night, several domes have large projections of the moon made against the domes. They’re pictures of the moon in varying states of artistic and scientific values. There's a kind of dreamy music that’s played, and a lot of the locals have silver flowers in their hair. Fire pits are common, and older residents are seated around them, telling tales of the moon and its connection to the waters above them. Some stories tell how it glows and shines or is made of green cheese. They also tell how sometimes there were people in the moon, men or women, gods or goddesses, or animals like rabbits. And some stories tell of how the moon would make people mad, and that’s where the term lunacy comes from.

Oh, and there are a few stories about werewolves too. And about how there walking among the people in the Sphere. Even now.

Food at the festival is based around the moon too, or at least the idea of the moon. There’s mooncake of course, but there’s also moon pies, half moon cheese pies, and pierogi, and various cheese and cracker platters, because the moon is made of green cheese after all. There’s moon-based cocktails, that are blue and silver. And some that are shimmering and shining.

People can draw fortunes from the moonwell, but, they’re silly and nonsensical, and people eat the silvery rice paper after they’re finished with them. A few of them however have more ominous sort of fortunes in them. Things like “help me” or “they’re out to get you” or “they’re coming and you can’t stop them.” People shrug those ones off too though. if someone asks about them.

what big eyes you have

So, there are rumors about werewolves that have been circulating around town, and people seem to be given red cloaks at random. Pretty girls and women are offered them the most, but they are open to anyone. If people put them on, which the surrounding locals will cheer and encourage them to do. Then they tell them that their clue is in their pockets and that they will save the town.

In the pockets is another silver disk with a list of names on it. One of those names is a werewolf. You’re given three clues (something like: ‘wearing a blue sweater’ or ‘bald man’ or ‘at the candy stall’) for each one, and then you either accuse them of being a werewolf or clear them. If you accuse them and you’re correct then you’re given a small vial with glowing stones in it and are told that they were actually pieces of the moon before it was lost. Whatever that means. You may want to hold onto them.

If you accuse them and you’re wrong, the game is over for you for the moment and the cloak is taken away. Each cloak has a different list of six names on it, and the names replenish every time someone gets a new cloak. Why yes, the Sphere is playing a game of werewolf with you. How the game goes entirely up to you, and whether or not your character gets invested or what. NPCs are definitely available for this if need be! Please feel free to go a little nuts with this, and player characters can definitely be one of the suspects if they're up for it.

something that was lost can be found.

It’s big news around Sphere City: some old lost and sealed domes have been found along the edges of town. Not only have they been found, but they’re open! Not only are they open but the stuff inside is there on a first come first serve basis. These old domes show no signs of dust, but there are some personal effects within them, pictures and the like. They definitely belonged to someone who had been pulled into the city at some point within the last seven years.

And they’re definitely worth checking out. One never knows one might find in them. Various varieties of clothing are available, as are books, food items (probably shouldn’t eat them), toys and there may or may not be some magical or important historical things hidden here or there if your character is very lucky. Mod note: Nothing world breaky or living can be found, but small things like potions or jewelry or amulets or small weapons (daggers or guns with a very limited amount of bullets.)

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Ah, a lovely man that is willing to speak to him and who is not immediately running. He offers a soft smile and tries to make a subtle look over the other man. Lovely.

"Rhy. I am Rhy Maresh. And they gave me this," he says, handing over his list of clues. "It seems this place has a weird fixation on the moon and animals."

Werewolves aren't really a concept for him.

The Roswellian is willing to speak to just about anyone. There was no reason to run from anyone. Now, if they were to hit on him or ask him out... well, he'd just tell them that he was a taken man. He's not looking for relationships in the Sphere. He does, however, take list of the clues.

"Pleasure to meet you, Rhy Maresh."

However, he can't help but give a bit of a laugh and shake his head. He's pretty sure it had nothing to do with having a fixation, but he wasn't about to say that. Well, not in so many words anyway.

"If you go by the legends, the full moon is when the werewolves come out. Men or women, mostly men, who look just like us but can turn into a wolf. It only happens during the full moon. Which means that anyone could be a wolf. Now... this first clue mentions someone wearing a sweater."

Were they really hunting werewolves, so to speak?

"How many people have you seen so far that are wearing sweaters?"

"I assure you, the pleasure is all mine," he just short of coos at the man. Until he's told otherwise, he'll absolutely flirt.

The legend, makes him frown. He heard something like that by a fire, hadn't he? How strange.

"I've seen at least seven gentlemen. And four ladies. And of those eleven people, two looked very nice."

That... was not a reaction that Alex had expected. However, that was neither here nor there and for a moment he ignores whatever flirting is going on. There was a world to save, so to speak. Which just made this little game that much more... interesting. If it were actually a game. Which made him worry a bit.

"We're not here to worry about how nice someone is. What do you know of werewolves?"

"Little more than you told me. I heard things at the fires. Where old people tell stories. But I assumed there were little more than that. Stories."

So he hadn't retained as much as he might have liked. "I think this is a game. Mostly I accepted it because this is my shade of red, is it not?"

"Some stories always have some basis of truth in them."

Or, at least, that's what he'd learned a long time ago. By a man who really wanted nothing to do with him and many others who he'd served in the military with. He does, however, shake his head giving Rhy a bit of a small smile.

"Don't know. I don't actually know you in order to be able to say what shade is your color or not."

He only knows one person who would look good in different shades and it wasn't Rhy.

Do they? How interesting. He's known plenty of baseless lies.

"I promise this is my color," Rhy insists, his voice lightly amused. But then he waggles the paper again. "Well? What do you think about the sweaters thing?"

"You can promise all you want, but I don't know you enough to know for a fact," Alex states with a bit of a chuckle, shaking his head. He does, however, take the paper from Rhy and look down at it for a moment with a frown. "Well, there's far too many sweaters. There needs to be some other defining thing for the people. Like features they might have that signifies them as different."

Oh come now, surely he looks fetching in scarlet.

"So, you're a detective of some sort then? You'll help me? Delightful."

Sorry, Rhy, but Alex only pays attention to the clothing of one man and one man only.

"Just a military vet. However, I'll help you. We just need to figure out these other clues. It might help." He tells him with a bit of a smile. "Though, the ones with sweaters might have distinct features about them too, that we should look for."

Well that's not a very detective set of choices there.

"Military Vet? LIke someone to takes care of horses for the calvary?"

Mostly he's teasing.

"Well, here's one about a person eating a fajita. But I don't know what that is."

"No. It has nothing to do with horses, at all. It's about someone who has gone to war and fought for their country. Someone who can no longer head out to war."

It's the easiest explanation that he can give. The military hadn't been something that he'd wanted to do, but he'd done it. His father and brothers had, as well. However, the mention of the fajita does amuse him.

"Fajita is a food. You've never had one before?"

"Now now, some veterans go back into the service," Rhy counters, because yes, he knows a lot of things.

"Never before. This world has many foods I don't know."

"If they're able and have all of their limbs intact, yes," Alex counters right back. Considering what he did in the war, he needs his legs. Only one of them is the real deal. Not that anyone can tell anymore. He gets around just fine with the prosthetic.

He shakes his head," Fajitas are pretty good. Now, lets see if we can find anyone that's eating one or has one. Maybe we'll need to find a place that has them, so you can try them."

He lacks a limb? Rhy's face goes more somber.

"I am sorry for your injury, if that is indeed what you were implying. Your services was an honor to your people that should never be taken lightly."

"I don't take what I did lightly, trust me on that," he tells him with a small smile. However, the military hadn't been his first choice.

"Alright, so a person eating a fajita," he says looking around. "There's three people that are eating a fajita. One of them is even wearing a sweater. What's the next clue?"

Wait, point out the fajita to him? He wants to try new foods!

"Uh... they're wearing a watch. But I don't see any pocket watch chains on anyone."

It's possible that Alex will actually get them fajitas after all of this is said and done. Detective work can get a bit tiring and make someone hungry.

"People don't use pocket watches anymore, not really. We have wrist watches," he states bring his own wrist up a bit, showing the watch that was there. "Like this."

"But... that looks too small to properly wind," Rhy protests, frowning at the watch. in fact, he reaches out for Alex's wrist to hold his arm closer to look it over.

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