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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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"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?"