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awashlogs2018-09-23 12:59 am
retrobeats) wrote in awashlogs2018-09-23 12:59 am
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do you remember the 21st night of september
WHO: Michael and you!!
WHERE: all over Chroma
WHEN: throughout September!
WHAT: memory share event, plus some more general month-wide prompts
WARNINGS: nothing yet, but i will warn accordingly for anything that comes up!
ONE: BA DE YA DANCING IN SEPTEMBER
[ note: these prompts are OTA and pre-event-11! ]
( a: and when we put on our cloaks and tell warlock jokes we're the coolest kids in the school )
[ who's that sitting at an empty table outside what may have been a cafe or tavern in a past, pre-monochrome life? that would be one Michael Mell, who seems to have covered the entire surface of the table with all his worldly possessions. it's all spread out enough across the table that you can easily see things that look like extremely sketchy, rudimentary maps or floor plans for places with a lot of corridors and dead ends, along with a handful of pages of handwritten notes, weighed down under the corner of an open hardback book.
Michael seems utterly engrossed in whatever it is he's doing, but if you come closer or otherwise grab his attention, he'll look up and give a lazy half-wave, absently clicking the end of his pen. ]
Hey, how's it hanging? So since you're here I got a quick question, do I go with something straightforward for my first boss encounter, or do I throw caution to the wind and go totally wild with it?
( b: arrives a month late to a quest with a slushie )
[ alternatively, on and off throughout this month, you may come across Michael sitting beneath a tree in Flavo. it's not his usual haunt, but it's quiet and out of the way, which is exactly what he's after for this particular endeavour.
approach him, and you will discover that this particular endeavour seems to be… flower crowns, specifically the making of. he's got a whole bunch of flowers arranged in semi-neat piles around him, and he's half-singing, half-humming a few random bars of assorted songs as he works.
wait, wasn't this last month's quest? does he even know? does he even care? maybe you should check that he knows there aren't any quest goodies waiting for him for finishing these. ]
TWO: THNKS FR TH MMRS
[ Michael is a pretty tactile person, but he also has a knack for staying out the way of people he doesn't know well yet (or straight-up doesn't care to know yet), so you may receive a Michael memory one of two ways! for those he's more comfortable with, you'll be hit with a memory as soon as he makes physical contact with you. for acquaintances or those he's not so familiar with? eye contact will be enough! he's also a red which means those memories are going to come with his unfiltered thought commentary, i am so sorry. let me know when tagging in if you would prefer a memory on the happier or sadder end of the scale! ]
( c: one night and one more time )
[ for the first couple days of this whole thing, before it becomes clear what's happening, how it's happening, and that it's definitely gonna be a medium-to-long-duration thing, Michael can be freely encountered out and about around Chroma, where it will be all too easy to get into some kind of situation that will end in forced accidental memory sharing. you're most likely to find him hanging around Ruga, but he can also be encountered in the library or anywhere else your heart desires, including doing either of the things in the non-event prompts above if you wanna have your cake and eat it too! ]
( d: even though they weren't so great )
[ so after swapping a few memories with a few people and realising that this forced oversharing thing is actually impossible to manage because there is no way to predict what kind of contact is gonna set off whoever's memories, Michael decided to heed his more asocial instincts and just hole up at home until everything blew over.
joke's on him, because after a couple days of getting increasingly antsy to the point of it being unbearable, and another day of trying to be stubborn about it anyway, he finally has to call uncle and venture outside once more. (apparently talking to your petrified roomie doesn't count as being around people, who knew?)
so, in the latter days of the memory sharing chaos, Michael can be found trying to find a loophole in this latest magical town-mandated bonding activity. namely, sitting near the border of Ruga and Bluo, on one end of a rickety-looking bench on the main street that winds through both districts. there's a handwritten sign stuck onto the bench next to him that reads:
FREE SILENT CHILL ZONE
beat those old chroma blues!!
(no touching/talking/eye contact/etc necessary)
it may be noted that Michael has both his hood up and his headphones on over his ears in an attempt to enforce that rule. he's also got a notepad open on his lap to keep himself occupied during this attempt at making some kind of interaction-free, oversharing-free "sitting and kind of at least trying to enjoy the company of others and not go nuts" zone. decide to brave the potential for awkwardness and sit, and he might even dare to try and slide a note over to your side of the bench.
on the other hand! any attempts to break the silence to talk to him, even to ask him what the heck he's doing, will be met with one hand shooting out with a fingersnap to form a "hold that thought" gesture, not even bothering to look up from where he's hunched over his notebook. ]
Yeah, no, I'm gonna stop you there. [ look, talking isn't his invasive forced oversharing trigger!! ] You saw my sign, right? I stuck it up for a reason, trust me.
WHERE: all over Chroma
WHEN: throughout September!
WHAT: memory share event, plus some more general month-wide prompts
WARNINGS: nothing yet, but i will warn accordingly for anything that comes up!
ONE: BA DE YA DANCING IN SEPTEMBER
[ note: these prompts are OTA and pre-event-11! ]
( a: and when we put on our cloaks and tell warlock jokes we're the coolest kids in the school )
[ who's that sitting at an empty table outside what may have been a cafe or tavern in a past, pre-monochrome life? that would be one Michael Mell, who seems to have covered the entire surface of the table with all his worldly possessions. it's all spread out enough across the table that you can easily see things that look like extremely sketchy, rudimentary maps or floor plans for places with a lot of corridors and dead ends, along with a handful of pages of handwritten notes, weighed down under the corner of an open hardback book.
Michael seems utterly engrossed in whatever it is he's doing, but if you come closer or otherwise grab his attention, he'll look up and give a lazy half-wave, absently clicking the end of his pen. ]
Hey, how's it hanging? So since you're here I got a quick question, do I go with something straightforward for my first boss encounter, or do I throw caution to the wind and go totally wild with it?
( b: arrives a month late to a quest with a slushie )
[ alternatively, on and off throughout this month, you may come across Michael sitting beneath a tree in Flavo. it's not his usual haunt, but it's quiet and out of the way, which is exactly what he's after for this particular endeavour.
approach him, and you will discover that this particular endeavour seems to be… flower crowns, specifically the making of. he's got a whole bunch of flowers arranged in semi-neat piles around him, and he's half-singing, half-humming a few random bars of assorted songs as he works.
wait, wasn't this last month's quest? does he even know? does he even care? maybe you should check that he knows there aren't any quest goodies waiting for him for finishing these. ]
TWO: THNKS FR TH MMRS
[ Michael is a pretty tactile person, but he also has a knack for staying out the way of people he doesn't know well yet (or straight-up doesn't care to know yet), so you may receive a Michael memory one of two ways! for those he's more comfortable with, you'll be hit with a memory as soon as he makes physical contact with you. for acquaintances or those he's not so familiar with? eye contact will be enough! he's also a red which means those memories are going to come with his unfiltered thought commentary, i am so sorry. let me know when tagging in if you would prefer a memory on the happier or sadder end of the scale! ]
( c: one night and one more time )
[ for the first couple days of this whole thing, before it becomes clear what's happening, how it's happening, and that it's definitely gonna be a medium-to-long-duration thing, Michael can be freely encountered out and about around Chroma, where it will be all too easy to get into some kind of situation that will end in forced accidental memory sharing. you're most likely to find him hanging around Ruga, but he can also be encountered in the library or anywhere else your heart desires, including doing either of the things in the non-event prompts above if you wanna have your cake and eat it too! ]
( d: even though they weren't so great )
[ so after swapping a few memories with a few people and realising that this forced oversharing thing is actually impossible to manage because there is no way to predict what kind of contact is gonna set off whoever's memories, Michael decided to heed his more asocial instincts and just hole up at home until everything blew over.
joke's on him, because after a couple days of getting increasingly antsy to the point of it being unbearable, and another day of trying to be stubborn about it anyway, he finally has to call uncle and venture outside once more. (apparently talking to your petrified roomie doesn't count as being around people, who knew?)
so, in the latter days of the memory sharing chaos, Michael can be found trying to find a loophole in this latest magical town-mandated bonding activity. namely, sitting near the border of Ruga and Bluo, on one end of a rickety-looking bench on the main street that winds through both districts. there's a handwritten sign stuck onto the bench next to him that reads:
beat those old chroma blues!!
(no touching/talking/eye contact/etc necessary)
it may be noted that Michael has both his hood up and his headphones on over his ears in an attempt to enforce that rule. he's also got a notepad open on his lap to keep himself occupied during this attempt at making some kind of interaction-free, oversharing-free "sitting and kind of at least trying to enjoy the company of others and not go nuts" zone. decide to brave the potential for awkwardness and sit, and he might even dare to try and slide a note over to your side of the bench.
on the other hand! any attempts to break the silence to talk to him, even to ask him what the heck he's doing, will be met with one hand shooting out with a fingersnap to form a "hold that thought" gesture, not even bothering to look up from where he's hunched over his notebook. ]
Yeah, no, I'm gonna stop you there. [ look, talking isn't his invasive forced oversharing trigger!! ] You saw my sign, right? I stuck it up for a reason, trust me.
C-c-c-combo! C a la A
[Prompto hops on over, though, to sit by him at the table, eager to listen and educate his poor, deprived butt.]
Is there a way to do both? Like, make something with a twist so it'll be fun for you, but not too difficult for us noobs?
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[ even so, he not-so-discreetly-at-all starts gathering all his loose pages into one bigger, neater pile that he can shove well under the safe, concealing weight of his semi-useless dungeon master's guide. sorry bud, he's gotta keep some secrets!! ]
But hey, that's not a bad idea. [ something with a twist...! that could be hella neat, right? ] I mean, I don't wanna have something that gets us too caught up in mechanics anyways. Especially since half my reference stuff is unreadable and all.
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Right. So what are you thinking? Like a straight-up boss-boss, or some kind of ultimate puzzle challenge? Or a riddle? I guess there are some things that're gonna work better in this, uh, non-screeny format than others.
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A riddle could be cool, I guess. Or something else that you could have the option of solving not by fighting, is the sort of line my thinking's on.
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[ as he comes to the end of that sentence, he leans over a little to emphasise that well-meaning ribbing with a nudge of his fist against Prompto's upper arm, and-- welp, it seems we have unknowingly purchased a ticket to Town Memory Shenanigans, lads ]
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Noct, jump!
[Crackle of static in his ear. "What?!"]
No time for questions!
[And Noct is absolutely insane, because he does, he jumps. Prompto leans into his turn, speeding under that wide, high Altissian balcony, and there's a huge, shuddering impact as Noct crashes into his side but he catches him in the cyclone spray and the speeder keeps going, Magitek engine humming and jumping against his arms and chest. It's like a roller coaster then, as wet and wild as it is acrobatic, with Prompto steering and Noct hanging on one-handed to the left side to fend off dragon-shaped jets of water with one of his great-great-great-something-grandparents' swords. Their ride bucks, Noct falls, he grabs him and pulls him back up; it could be a nightmare sequence or the most exhilarating moment of their lives.
They both turn and Leviathan's maw opens tall before them, a world ready to swallow them. Larger than life doesn't cut it. Hers is the majesty, the terror, the awe humans bear in the face--in the literal face--of the divine.
And Noct reaches back, throws forward his sword--and he's gone. Gone right to her. Centripetal force pulls at Prompto as he veers away, heart rabbit-thumping in his throat, and turns back for what might be one last look at his best friend on the planet as he goes toe-to-toe with destiny.
With a flash of light and crystal, he catches it on camera.]
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[ Michael quite literally jumps out of that memory with a start as he comes back to himself, still feeling the sharp sting of saltwater on his face. the whole thing was so vivid that he actually has to put a hand to his face just to check that he's not actually wet, his heart taking a bit to slow back to a normal rate in the aftereffects of the memory.
as much as most of him is too busy trying to process what it was he just saw - felt? - there's a small part of him thinking that the town is really just messing with them now. ]
Okay, I take back my last statement! [ he gapes at Prompto with eyes that are wide behind his glasses. ] What - was that?
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I--oh. Wow. [He tries to shake water that isn't there out of his hair and catches his breath.] Uh, well. That was Her Worshipfulness, the Hydraean! Or something like that. [He pauses, then adds:] She's one of the Astrals. The six gods that, like, watch over our world and stuff.
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[ and as that starts to sink, in - really sink in: ] That was a god? What were you guys doing fighting a kaiju-shaped goddess?
[ and a half-second later, not so much an afterthought as a final culmination of everything sinking in: ] Wait, wait, you took a photo of a goddess while you were zooming around in the middle of a storm on that speeder thing?
[ PROMPTO!! ]
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I mean, when else was I gonna get a chance like that? When was anyone gonna get a chance like that?! I couldn't not, it was epic, dude! We were eye to eye with Leviathan!
[He sits back up with one finger held up.]
That's more than a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it's like once in the existence of the universe!
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No, no, I agree with you, I'm just amazed you had the presence of mind to do it! Like, what kind of crazy levels of dedication to your art is that?!
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[Or: Prompto spends so much time taking pictures in battle, he shouldn't technically deserve to level up.]
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[Prompto's grinning like a half-lovestruck fool. He's more than half in love with those guys, honestly.]
They actually trained for this adventuring stuff all their lives. I was just along for the ride when we started out.
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[ he leans forward with a small grin of his own. ] C'mon, how do you end up just tagging along with professional adventurers?
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[He settles in his seat again, arms crossed.]
The adventure kinda just found us from there.
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[ on the one hand, considering the apparent state of the wildlife on Eos alone, that's... probably legit. on the other hand: "hazard of the job"? ]
Must've been some wedding.
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[Some of the wind goes out of Prompto's sails, but he tries to put a faint smile on for Michael.]
Adventures don't leave a lot of room for other stuff sometimes, I guess.
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or you know, the kaiju-shaped water goddess. this analogy is getting out of hand. ]
... that bites, man. I'm sorry that all got in the way.
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[He trails off again, then huffs out a sigh, shakes his head, and frowns with ResolveTM.]
Well, it does suck. And I wish things were better. But the only thing I can do about it is try my hardest to make it better, right? That's what I'm going for, anyway.