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Who: Everyone!
What: February open log.
When: Feb
Where: All over the place.
Warnings:
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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"I see." Her brow furrows as her light grayblue eyes continue to discreetly inspect his features. He looks like Jon but perhaps happier, sweeter, than the rough and rugged man she'd come to know. Her heart tugs uncomfortably in her chest as if recognizing him but she quickly buries it.

This isn't her Jon but she doesn't know what's going on.

"I'm unsure. You look just like him. Perhaps I remembered his name wrong. What is your name? Do you mind if I ask?" She leads him to the park and then to a small area that she's yet to show anyone. It's out of the way and under a red velvet rope that she'd strung up to protect her surprise. On the other side of the rope is a field of grass and large closed buds. The area is surrounded by tress but almost in a secluded room from the rest of the sphere.

"I need to turn off the lights but you can step to the center there, carefully. Don't hurt the plants if you can help it."

"My name is Aemon Targaryen." He's not expecting that the name will mean anything to her, but she asked and there's no reason not to give it to her.

It's a little strange, but he does it, carefully, avoiding the plants the best that he can. "Alright. This is meant for a specific person?"

"Aemon." She repeated the name as if suddenly sad. It was as if he'd just confirmed that he wasn't Jon Snow, the boy she was falling in love with. She quickly shook away the thought and turned off the lights to the dome. As she did, a moon gleaned over head and the flower dubs around Jon began to slowly open.

The flowers were blue and bell like, emitting a soft glow that filled the area with light.

She slowly stepped forward so that she was standing at his side, her fingers laced behind her back. "So. What do you think?"

"I think it's lovely." She has obviously put a lot of work into this. He doesn't know why she's showing it to him, but he's glad she is. "This is something special?"

"Thank you." She smiled despite the ache she felt in her heart. This looked like Jon but it wasn't him. She didn't know what that meant but she knew that her Jon... wasn't here. This was the man who had likely taken his place. She didn't know this for sure but the Sphere was at times a cruel place.

"It is. These flowers are from my home. I can't... return. So I thought to bring them here and share them with others. They're very important to me. You are the first to see it and I'm glad you like it. I hope to show everyone if I can." Her expression grew wistful and warm. "If I could, I'd filled the world in lovely flowers."

"These are lovely. It's a good start." It's a bit sad for him to think that she has something here from her home but nothing from his home came here with him. It might be possible though, so it's something to look into. Maybe he could get something for Sansa.

"It reminds me of some places back home."

"The godwood or somewhere else?" Her voice was gentle and sweet as she inquired. There were many flowers in the sphere though none other were like the seeds from her world. She'd been lucky that Persephone had grown her flower, even if she had left the sphere a few weeks before.

"You know about the godswood?" He and Sansa both had other versions of themselves here recently, apparently; the woman he's talking to must have known this other him if she knows what a godswood is. "There aren't many of those in King's Landing. Those in the south follow the Seven, but I follow the old gods too because of my mother." She had wanted him to know both sides of his family.

"There are places like this around Winterfell."

"Yes. You told me about it." She paused and then quickly corrected herself. "Jon told me about it." She didn't think that Jon was his birth name but it felt safe calling him by Jon while talking to someone who so strikingly resembled him.

It was a little unsettling and it twisted a little knot of worry in her heart.

"One day, I hope to see Winterfell. I've heard a lot about it." Though she didn't know if they were talking about the same place. "It's beautiful. I have always loved nature, being able to speak to the spirits of the flowers and trees. Though they sometimes are very talkative back, I can't always politely get away again."

Whoever this Jon is appears to be who he replaced. He hasn't been able to learn much about him beyond that he has good taste in weaponry.

"I haven't heard of anyone being able to speak to the spirits of trees. Every so often there's a person who can see through the eyes of an animal, though that's a rare skill."

Her fingers laced behind her back as a warm smile touches her expression. She turned towards him, her hair flaring around her as she moved.

"That's because I'm an angel silly. I can talk to all sorts of things. Maybe one day I'll teach you how to talk to the spirits too." It only took an ear to listen.

"An angel?" He doesn't know what those are, or why that would mean she can talk to spirits.

"Yes. It means that I have wings like a dragon and I can fly. It is a very old race and one that is sometimes forgotten. We have many names and none. Angel is what I have been told it's called but I am sure it's something else where you are from." She'd never asked Jon because it'd never mattered what he called her.

"I've never heard of a thing like that where I'm from. Perhaps outside of Westeros, but within its boundaries there are no people with wings. There haven't even been dragons for generations." If any existed, his family would have found them.

She was fairly sure that there were dragons but she wasn't going to fight with him. This was all so strange.

"Well, what do you think of all this? Do you like it?" For some reason, she really wanted him to like it.

"I do. It's peaceful. The sort of place that should have a song written about it." Unfortunately he's not as good at writing songs as he is at singing them.

Her lips pulled into a warm smile. "I would love to hear it. I like singing myself though I haven't ever written my own song." Her singing was a little different than Jon's because it was magical in nature and had a way of affecting the world around her.

"May I hear a song?"

"Neither have I. I leave that to the bards." They're better at it than he is. They've had training, for one thing.

"What sort of song?"