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- [ou] tressa colzione
Introduction Log || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles
Who: All characters (New Arrivals, Previous Arrivals, and Native OCs) When: October 5th Where: The Dream Width (Airship), the Curti Center, and the Housing District What: It is happening for the fourth time now. More outworlders have arrived in the Dream Width and must be rescued and brought back to their new homes on Vaikuntha Warnings/Notes: Only new players can put up a toplevel. Previous arrivals and established native characters can respond to new characters' toplevel posts. MEMORY
[ You've been here before...? No, wait, why would you think that? You're here in the moment, everything is as it should be...(?) The memory you are trapped in has completely enthralled you. You stop questioning and accept, you relive and repeat. Luckily, you are not alone. Others have arrived to help you. The travelers in the airships will enter the nebula formed by your memories and attempt to wake you up and bring you back to the present. The dreamer's mind will shape how these newcomers are perceived and how the NPCs in the memory respond to them. For more details on the mechanics, please refer to this post] ARRIVAL
[ You wake from your dreams, from your memories, on a narrow cot. There are fleeting impressions- recycled air, humming machinery, movement, strangers waking around you. The room you wake in is lined with cots, with barely enough space between them to walk to the door, though not all of them show signs of having been occupied. The makeshift infirmary seems like it was prepared to hold many more than are here. Stepping out, there is a lobby space that bears the signs of having once held some furniture, now cleared away to make space. Your footsteps echo in the emptiness. As the automatic door slides shut on the infirmary, a light flashes on the far side of the room. A flickering holographic projection of a man’s face and gloved hand appears projected in the space above the arrivals’ heads. He backs up so his upper body is in frame for the recording. An arm, covered in the same orange flightsuit sleeve, hands him a tablet. The man begins to read. A written version of the message scrolls along the bottom of the projection as he speaks. ] ’Welcome travelers’… That’s way too formal. Hey everyone. Hi! [ The second man leans into the frame to add his greeting. ] Don’t panic. You were floating out there, but we pulled you in and rescued you. Yeah, we’re heroic AND handsome. And also the only ones crazy enough to come out here to get you. [ A woman’s voice calls from out of frame. ] Can you two be serious for ONE moment and stick to your scripts? [ The two men give each other a conspiratorial eyeroll. This does not appear to be their first take. ] Anyways, no need to panic. Seriously, don’t do anything reckless. We got our fill of that with Skywalker. [A huff is heard offscreen, and the men finally spare the tablet another glance.] ‘Your pilots will be navigating treacherous environs as this message plays…’ Claire, seriously? Nobody talks like this! [ The tablet is tossed to the side and lands with a thunk offscreen. ] We’re gonna wing it. Look, everyone, we’re workin’ hard to get you planetside safely, and it’s gonna take some tricky flying to do it. So the door to the cockpit is locked so we can focus on not getting us all killed. Don’t try to open it, unless you want to be stardust. We promise you’ll get answers about what’s going on once we land. But for now, please trust us. Right now, we’re your only hope. [ The second man leans forward, close to the recording device, and presses a button. The projection freezes for a moment, and then the message starts on the next recorded message. ] CURTI CENTER
[ Finally after hours of flight, you arrive at the Curti Center. The other NPCs await you having been notified of your retrieval in the Dream Width. Jessie gives a long and somewhat awkward welcome speech, explaining what the situation is: you were lost in a space called the Dream Width. You are now on a planet called Vaikuntha: for ages, the people of this world have used Airships to rescue people lost in the Dream Width, with one person being found roughly every ten years. No one knows why this happens, but this has been a mutually beneficial exchange, with the people from Vaikutha rescuing people lost in the Dream Width and the rescued ones sharing their wisdom with the people of Vaikuntha. Ten years ago, something unusual happened: two people were found at once, Biggs and Wedge. But that was nothing compared to what happened four months ago... And two months ago. And now, here you are. No one knows why such a large number of people has arriving lately, but the Curti Center is a place dedicated to piercing the Dream Width's secrets. Jessie also introduces the other ones: Claire, the woman sighing and writing in her schedule book upon being pointed out as the bookkeeper, Kupoto and Mogaruru, their Mognet representatives and finally the Native OCs: those brave and kind souls who have accepted to help you all on a daily basis. She also mentions Cid, the director who is busy preparing for certain dealings later this month. After Jessie finishes , the employees, including the Native OCs, provide a tour of the facility and help the newcomers navigate their future lives. Now is the time to ask questions and look over pamphlets regarding locations, Jobs, life in Vaikuntha... ] [ If you want to contact an NPC, you can do so on the NPC Contact Page. ] A BALL OF FLUFF NAMED MOOGLE
[ It has been a long day, perhaps now you would like to find your way to a place to sleep? Or perhaps you'd like to get some answers, but you can't be bothered to go seek people out? And lo, just as despair begins settles in, a Moogle slams into you! Or stops by your side if their aim is decent... It's the Moogle Jessie mentioned in her speech earlier! And they'll be informing you that now, they will stick to you like your shadow and help you in anyway they can! They're also giving you your iMog Slate- Now you can get onto Mognet! Isn't it great? ] A QUICK CHECK-UP
[ Whether it's your Moogle, Native OCs or NPCs, all will urge you to stop by the hospital wing for a basic check-up. You may disagree, but listen. You've just been thrown into a space between worlds, rescued, and brought to another world. For your own sake, that's a good idea. Should you give in and go (or should you be dragged by your Moogle or a Native OC), you will find yourself in the cold and white space very reminiscent of an hospital. For characters with specific medical conditions necessitating help, this is where they will receive it if asked. The doctors and nurses are all White Mages or Chemists, with various levels into their Job as well as medical knowledge. Don't mind the confused looks if you look like nothing they've ever seen before... It's hard for a doctor to be unable to give a proper diagnosis to a patient! For everyone else though, they'll be let go with smiles and be given a candy as they leave. No one likes medical check-ups, but it's a very quick and basic one: testing reflexes, taking your temperature and the likes. On the bright side, while you're grumpily sitting on a bed with a thermometer on your forehead or in your mouth, it might be a good time to socialize with your fellow new arrival who's having lights flashed into their eyes by a doctor. Misery loves company, after all. ] [ There's plenty of rooms to wander about in, with several points of interest apart from the offices. The Airship Hangar is where the airships are kept and the first room you entered. Workers keep guard to prevent the outworlders from getting too close to the vehicles. Airships are expensive and they don't want you messing with them, after all. Venturing into the Research Section, you can walk through public exhibitions on astronomy, airship design, and asterisk studies. A good place to get used to the basic science of this world. The laboratories lie behind a thick locked door with a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY". No going there, for now anyway. Not too far from there are the Employee Quarters - work stations, apartments, and lounge areas. The latter are available to the public, whereas the rest is locked to Native OCs. But if you get them to be friends with you, perhaps they'll let you visit? Also open to all is a Cafeteria - a standard food court with stalls serving all types of Vaikunthan cuisine. The Chef is a very jovial and absent-minded Hypello. Beware of long lines and crowded tables. This month however, there is an overwhelming scent of spice and pumpkins in the air. Pumpkin soups, pasta dishes, bread, pies, lattes.... There are even some carved pumpkins with moogle faces of different styles floating in the air just above the tables, candles flickering from within. Should you prefer open spaces, then the gardens are for you! There are different sections in the gardens around the center. One boasts a wide array of blooming flowers, another more practical with herbs commonly used in Vaikunthan cooking. One had been cultivated for butterflies and hummingbirds to visit. Paths have been laid through so that visitors can safely navigate, and moogles will swoop down and shout at anyone who strays into the flower beds. Or perhaps, you want to wait till the sunset. Dusk on a new world, but a beginning of a new life... The sea shines bright in the orange light. A good moment for quiet contemplation. ] HOUSING
[The housing accommodations are the best the Curti staff could provide, given that they are still also sheltering most of the previous arrivals from the Dream Width. The keys have been entrusted to the moogles who will be guiding the new arrivals. The new arrivals can stop by the Curti Center storage room to collect some essential supplies that have been donated by charity organizations from around the world (there are boxes of toothbrushes and whitening toothpaste sent from the Zora, hair brushes from the Elezen, quick-drying towels from the Hypello, among the various donations of clothes, toiletries, and blankets), before heading to their temporary homes. The people of Vaikuntha have done their best to provide for their new neighbors and help them get on their feet. Still, things will be a little cramped until the off-worlders can find employment and move into better housing. The staff hopes they can get along with one another until alternate arrangements can be made. You can survive living with roommates for a few months, right?] THE JOB FOR YOU
[An important part of life on Vaikuntha is the Job (or Jobs) you choose to take. No, not the way you earn your living. Your Job Class. Most Natives only choose one or two, but you'll have an opportunity to take on more Job Asterisks after you master your first Jobs. The Curti Center's resident Job Master, Ganeshan, is more than happy to arrange transportation to the various Guilds so that you can claim your first Asterisks. ] |
Memory ;
The words echoed in his mind like deep tolls jouncing between his ears and dropping to the pit of his gut. Cool gusts of wind chilled between his brunette locks and sent his hair whipping as the fight ensued in a chronic cycle. Again and again the two fought and Sora felt himself sinking as he watched each session, as if he were in quicksand. It didn’t seem right, it didn’t at all seem fair. His excursion here was forgotten, perhaps even a part of himself as he fought to solidify himself rather than become completely stagnant with the background.
I’m real, I’m not a memory.. I’m real.. He encouraged himself, perhaps the other as well, with confidence enough to pick his feet up and move forward. He knew them both, but he didn’t feel as if he understood this. Whatever loop they were in. You’re not just a memory, I know you.. By now the brunette was rushing toward the towering winged man, his face contorted with his effort to fight the wind from holding him back. He pressed forward, determination settled with the clench of his teeth, his brow knits and there’s a small groan as he faces the coming blows of swords. This was the spot in the memory where Cloud’s blade spills apart into separate blades and forms a ritualistic attack. ]
Stop it! You’re here! You’re both here!
[ By the time he started shouting he was a mere feet away from the ascension, his face tilt upward and his hands balled into fists beside him. ]
Re: Memory ;
Not that Sephiroth paid it any mind at all; the swell of victory within him already visceral by the time he'd launched Cloud into the air and delivered that fatal assault. All that mattered now, was to make his enemy suffer completely, so total in his defeat as was only fitting for the stain the blond once-puppet had been to Sephiroth's plans.
But as that disturbance finally conjured for itself a reality, the fabric of the memory stuttered. In between blows of Cloud's omnislash attack, with Sephiroth facing downwards towards the floor - he saw the intruder.]
Wha-
[But it's only a stutter, not a stop to the sequence of events as the next steps of Cloud's limit break carried on as scripted. It's not until in the next moment, when Sephiroth hovers above leaking inky smoke, that he looked again to the ghost which had managed to manifest. Tilting his head to one side just slightly, a curious furrow to his brow.]
Memory ;
He didn’t know who this memory belonged to but he did know both participants and he had to figure out which one of them was going to listen to him. Which one was going to break the recursive pattern— or compulsory fate within the Dream Width.
Sora’s own experience in the Dream Width was not violent or ominous as this persistent fight between Cloud and Sephiroth. His memory was a pleasant time, long ago, on his island with friends..
They did not look like friends, they looked desperate for breath and the culpability belonged to either for not allowing the other to breathe. Sora discerns the temperature of this situation and that, in and of itself, is what likely gives him the shivers. ]
You can stop this! This isn’t.. real! You don’t have to keep going at it!
Re: Memory ;
It certainly is real enough for Sephiroth, even as his presence bleeds back into the Lifestream the longer that he's left afloat, holding back from folding his great wing around himself as he had done on other repetitions of this memory. Retreating back to the relative safety of the life of the Planet once more, to perhaps fade away to an extent once more, but never completely...
But there comes a point where the script of the memory doesn't allow even Sephiroth's will to hold the events from proceeding as they should. However, it seems that through the connection to the intruding form Sora has taken on in the swirling storm, as Sephiroth's appearance strips away from his remnant in a flurry of feathers, so to does Sora's.
There is ultimate darkness that follows, thick as if whatever atmosphere there is comprised of the ichor-like black pus that often leaks from any one of the bodies he's managed to taint with his legacy. No sense of direction, or any sign of Sephiroth himself within it.]
And you'd know the difference between reality and not?
[The apparently disembodied voice seems at once to be like a whisper, yet booming around as if from all directions. It seems that -somehow- they've come to some sort of void. Like a pause between the constantly recurring events.
Yet it seems, at least, that Sephiroth had heard him.]
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or dream. Whatever it was to Sephiroth. Sora is not excluding dreams to be powerful memories that tether themselves deeply to one’s core. Especially if that dream was powerful enough to play on one’s emotions.. be it fear or bliss.
His lips part. ]
I’m real. I know that. Do you?
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I do. [This is his space, after all. He knows well enough-]
You shouldn't be here.
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Come with me. [ He, for now, ignores the comment about being somewhere he doesn’t belong. Sora, after all, is good at that. Going into places that he shouldn’t have, reaching others where it was almost impossible to do so. This is a familiar risk. ]
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For a moment, a wave of Sephiroth's anger seems as if to be filling up the darkness at the fact that Sora ignored him; but it fizzles away into a more curious nature at the words offered in response.]
To your reality-?
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Was Sora upset somehow, was he angry? What stirred that rage? Was it the subconscious thought of being something other than real, was the fear of being nothing, no one, forgotten, something that tormented his very dark places within? Or did this emotion belong to Sephiroth?
He quickly inhaled a heavy breath, as if he were gasping for air. ]
Our reality.. this isn’t.. we can’t get lost here! Come with me! [ Sora offers a hand to the other. ]
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It's no surprise, in this space, that it bleeds into everyone or anything that might be present. Such is also in Sephiroth's 'present' agenda; to touch and leave behind a piece of himself in so many other distressed souls in the Lifestream. That anger and hatred, it's even still there, thrumming away behind the scenes as Sephiroth's immediate demeanor becomes more curious. He regards Sora with one eyebrow curved upwards, seemingly for a small eternity.
Reality. Could there really be this other way-?
In the end, Sephiroth reaches his hand up to take the offer; but as the memory itself shatters with the moment, so to does Sephiroth's consciousness. Just like so many others when they are retrieved from the Dream Width, the force of waking from their memory is enough to instantly flip it in the other direction.
A physical form drifting, now free from it's nebula.]
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Like, is any of this for real.. Sora had only one previous experience with the fall. Reality swept up under them in the shape of a large sky-ship hovering in space between the nebula and the world below. Sora looked to Sephiroth’s face, his eyes fought against the sharp wind and through the narrow of his lashes he could see the man. He held onto the other, tightly, and pulled Sephiroth’s hand as he aimed for the deck below. They were well over the surface of it.
or not? Sora and Sephiroth weren’t slowing down in their descend, it was enough that Sora began to worry for their safety. However, ten feet above the ground they hit an invisible shield that felt more like a trampoline and the both of them were jerked back up toward the sky at a good five feet until they fell down to the ground, hitting the air ship deck from fifteen feet high. ]
Ugh..