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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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Okay, right, a little digging in his host's files shows they're not anywhere near Pandora. He can work with this.

"CEOs run businesses. Which, uh, is kinda like a kingdom, but the peons work on projects that kinda...tie together. And I pay 'em money for their effort, so they're less poor and I don't have to hear 'em whine about, 'My kid needs new glasses!' or, 'I can't afford rent!'" He laughs a little at the thought, though. "No matter how much you care, peasants are still poor."

Peasants are still poor? Rhy raises an eyebrow at that. "Arnes is one of the wealthiest nations in the world. I do not wish my people to be poor, and work to provide for them. I am careful in such manners."

But wow, that's a weird way that Rhys sees his people. Rhy does not know how to feel about that.

"Basically you're a merchant with more power."

He can't help rolling his eyes at that. A goody-two-shoes, how boring.

"Yeah, I guess that's what I am. A merchant with a whole lot of power. Anyone causes trouble, and I just put a bullet in them. Or vent them out of an airlock. You oughtta see their faces, too! Crying, begging for mercy, cut off mid-sentence by the sudden lack of oxygen, eyes bulging out of their faces--!" He cuts himself off with a laugh at his own words, not caring what this king thinks. He's not the one who'll have to deal with the repercussions later. Besides, Rhys doesn't know this one. He can say what he wants.

"Oh, man, I used to have so much fun when I found traitors! Kinda miss being up there on my station."

Put a bullet in them? Oh dear. Rhy sighs and shakes his head. The man is not worth his attention. So Rhy throws back his drink and stands.

"You are a vile little man," Rhy answers, looking at the Rhys out of the corner of his eyes. "And someday that which you visit upon others might well be visited upon you. It will be fitting and no doubt well deserved."

What a mood killer...Someone already put a bullet or five in him, which is why he's stuck as a digital ghost, relying on a former peon...

"Look, it's not like I hurt innocent people. They were selling secrets and acting as spies for my enemies. The sad truth of it is, hardly anyone back home is innocent. Being a hero isn't all peace and benevolence, kiddo."

Well, if you’re going to die, become mortal in the process, like apparently they both had.

“First, do not call me kiddo. You will refer to me as Your Majesty, or King Maresh. Perhaps I may not be near my kingdom, but my title still stands. Secondly, it is our duty as leaders to ensure that there is peace for our people. That you do not endeavor to do more, to give them options beyond betraying you, speaks to your personal failings.”

He can't help rolling his eyes. He's not giving in to that proper speech thing. Rhys can handle that fallout later.

"Or it speaks to how my HR team can't properly vet people before bringing them onboard with my company. Not to mention the vault hunters trying to bring me down at every turn, rival companies chomping at the bit to ruin me, and my own--never mind." Jack hasn't thought about her since Rhys had plugged him in to Helios...Odd he'd be reminded of her now. He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Listen, King Meatbag, it doesn't matter how you handle your business. There's always gonna be someone there to betray you."

"You have no understanding of how people act when they love those they follow," Rhy dismisses, and with that done, he walks off. Because he was definitely not dealing with this man anymore.

Shows how much that guy knows. He was killing the party mood anyways. Time to find someone to help him celebrate.