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Pluviosa Mods ([personal profile] pluviosamods) wrote in [community profile] pluviosa2025-01-31 10:10 pm
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EVENT - Ripple and Warp IC log (part 1!)

ripple and warp
Hello and welcome to the IC log for Pluviosa's Fourth Wall event, Ripple and Warp!

In addition to providing information about how characters arrive on the new deck (whether they're existing passengers or not), this post also serves as a place where Fourth Wall characters can post top-levels without joining the game community.

Further information on Fourth Walls in general and the other accompanying OOC updates to the game can be found on the OOC information post here. This post also serves in lieu of a regular between-events Test Drive.

Finally, you may now start sending in your applications to keep your AU, CRAU, and so on characters around after the Fourth Wall! Be sure to note the minor changes to the Applications page (namely, the addition of an "AU information" section).

Without further ado - How did you get here? And more importantly, where is 'here' anyway?

existing characters

Whether or not characters remember falling asleep on the evening of Day 37, they wake up somewhere different on Day 38, lying on a couch in an almost-familiar room. The couch is similar to the ones in the lounge, though those with keen noses will note that the cushions don't smell the same - there's no scent of your fellow passengers, or of the faint hint of an unknown, arid place that first accompanied the clean furnishings the Ship dragged out.

The room isn't one you've been in before, either, but it's still clearly on the Ship somewhere - there's the familiar motion of the legs moving, and the overhead emergency lights (the only source of light initially in the room) are the same as the ones in the hallways on Fern that the Ship has been working so hard to restore. However, that doesn't mean that it's hard to see - indeed, considering the contents of the room, the low lighting might be a blessing in disguise.

It's full of mirrors.

Not only the sorts of mirrors that character would expect to find, the ones that have been missing from the Ship's bathrooms and other expected places, though there are certainly plenty of those in the room - but the walls, the door, and the ceiling are also all mirrors. Mirrors hang on a portion of the larger furniture in what appears to be the living room of a suite. It's not as dramatic as it could be, but aside from the couch characters wake up on, it's pretty close. The floor, at least, is not reflective mirrors, though it's not much less shiny - instead of the usual hotel-esque carpet of the suites, there's seamless stone tile in stormcloud grey, slight variations in the color indicating marble. And all of those reflective surfaces are perfectly clean - although it's possible to find dried spots of decay on the backs of the mirrors, overall, it seems as though time doesn't have claim on this part of the Ship, much less the Growth.

And of course, where there are mirrors, there are reflections.

Some of them - probably the majority - are normal, perfect mirrors of the person the character expects to see. Some of them are distorted, but in a normal, mundane way - funhouse mirrors among the panels on the walls, making you wide or skinny or warped.

And then some of them show reflections of you that are distorted, not as in bent, but as in there being something different about the you that's in them. Different clothes; different hair; different age; different species. Added scars, or missing ones; limbs missing, or replaced with something else. A completely unknown you in the mirror.

For the most part, these altered reflections act the way you would expect, imitating the movements of the rest of the reflections in the room. But sometimes they don't. Sometimes they climb out of the mirror - and whether they're friendly or not remains to be seen.

There's a note on the mirror-topped table next to the couch. In backwards writing that needs to be held up to a mirror to be read easily, it says:

Thanks for visiting! I'm sorry I couldn't be there to meet you, but there's just so many people here today!

I wonder if you'll get a chance to meet the real you?

Good luck!




new characters and visitors

For those who are new around here, the method of arrival is... a bit different. This applies equally to characters who are just here for the fourth wall (alternates of existing characters etc) or those who will be apped as permanent residents - there isn't a distinction to these categories until the end of the event.

These characters arrive with a first sensation of being pressed against a hard, glass surface - not unlike the whispers of sensation that haunted the existing passengers over the last few days. The difference is that this time, the glass you're pressed against isn't a horizontal floor or bed - it's vertical or at least mostly vertical, and you can tell which way is down.

Or, put another way: Newly arrived characters start their boatride on the wrong side of the mirrors that are packed away into the unknown deck. They are facing towards the real world side, the way they would if they were reflections made physical, but turning around and looking behind them is nearly impossible.

Indeed, there's a growing pressure forcing them against the glass barrier. It grows harder and harder to breathe, almost like drowning, or being crushed by water pressure -

Until, just when you think you can't survive any more, something gives way, and you stumble out of the mirror into the real world. It's not the glass breaking - it's more like forcing your way through a soap bubble or the membrane that sits inside an eggshell that separates the hard pieces from the white. Water, too, cascades down out of the mirror with you, splattering all over the floor, but it's just water, and it doesn't seem to have left more than a bit of surface dampness on you.

However, when characters turn around, they will find that while the glass is still in place and unbroken, the mirror will no longer reflect anything - not even the shine of light cast on the glass - rendering these mirrors completely black. This reflectivity stays on the puddle of water around your feet instead, which aggressively reflects the area around it even if taken elsewhere - even if poured into a cup. In motion, it's too transparent to be taken for mercury or silver, but when pooled undisturbed, it does not ripple in response to the motion of the ship. Only the actions of characters or other forces can cause ripples. Otherwise, it appears to be normal water.

Characters who are alternates of each other might come out of the mirrors while they're literally being reflected (a certain surprise for those who are on the normal side of the mirror doing the looking), but they might also just appear in rooms all by themselves, or in the presence of someone else they know (or think they know). Those who don't have any immediate connections among the current passengers are more likely to appear in some empty room, but ultimately this is left to player discretion.


shallower reflections

Not all reflections are as potentially friendly as those played by those of us on the player side of the screen, however. In addition to the "deeper" reflections played by real humans, who have or at least appear to have personalities and histories of their own, there are also "shallow" reflections. Unlike the Fourth Wall arrivals, shallow reflections can't be of characters who aren't present at the time - they only appear in response to characters looking into mirrors (whether those characters are existing residents or new arrivals).

The shallow reflections come out of the mirrors just like the Fourth Wall arrivals, but there's always something a little off about them. Some of them stay reversed like a reflection; some of them don't make any noise when they move and cannot speak; some of them come out of the mirrors with the funhouse-esque warped reflections and stay that way. Like their more 'real' counterparts, the mirrors the shallow reflections come out of turn completely flat, unreflective black; unlike their counterparts, they don't really hesitate in striding out, much less stumble and potentially collapse.

What do they want? To shove whoever they're a reflection of into the black mirror they came from. What happens if they succeed?

You die. I mean, probably. There's no way of knowing unless one of them does succeed, after all. If you want your character to die in this fashion, please let the mod team know. While we cannot guarantee that interesting things will happen to all characters (and those who are only here to visit for the Fourth Wall are not eligible), this may have permanent consequences for your character, take them out of play for longer ICly than a typical death, or impact other characters in the game beyond the typical levels of emotional harm. Or some combination of all three.

Fortunately, the shallow reflections only have physical strength on their side - they do not possess any powers of those they take the shapes of, and they can be killed in largely the same way as unremarkable flesh and blood humans. A killing blow causes them to collapse into the same hyper-reflective water as described above; the mirror they came out of remains black.

??? deck

The deck itself is open fully to character navigation. Like the lab specimen storage of Zinnia, this deck - whose name is not posted anywhere for characters to find easily - is clear of any signs of Growth, and manages to feel chilly even if you get up to the top deck where the sun is shining.

Or... Should be shining. Regardless of the weather on other deck dimensions, the skies above this deck are
always, at best, a cloudy, half-stormy grey. The air above hangs tense, like the clouds are waiting for something to happen. Unlike the other instances of Ship weather, you don't need Neuvillette's particular affinity with water to sense it - any character with empathic or telepathic powers will be able to feel the sense of looming, helpless frustration in the clouds.

The most notable feature of this deck, of course, is that it's full of mirrors. Indeed, it's not only the mirrors that are missing from the suite bathrooms, the public restrooms by the cafeteria, and so on - there are far more mirrors than the Ship would reasonably need to outfit the decks it has, even including the multidimensional nature of it. Mirrors hang from the walls, and then more mirrors lean against those, or against the other furnishings, or even against each other (since some of them are standing mirrors), and the groups against the walls are often five or six panels deep with the largest at the back the side of the glass panels of the Ship's sliding glass balcony doors. (Yes, those are also replaced by mirrors, reflective in both directions.) Tabletops are reflective in their own rights, and then littered with even more, antique-looking hand mirrors and makeup compacts and those little circular mirrors sold in bags by the dozen at the craft store, only an inch across.

Considering all the reflective surfaces, it might be a good thing that there is only emergency power supplied to this deck - enough to keep the guide lights on and ensure that the sliding doors (though not the elevators) are working, and that whatever system pumps water through the faucets and showers is still going. The water is all cold, however, and there isn't any food available on the deck so far as characters are able to find. In the place where characters are used to finding the cafeteria, there is instead a terrifying mirrored bar filled with empty bottles and glasses as well as - well. Take a guess.

With the exception of the sliding glass doors in the suites, the glass of windows and so forth seems to be what it should be - though it's more reflective than seems natural, too. Like Zinnia, the cleaniness of this deck means that characters have full run of it, all the way down to the lounge on the bottom of the Ship - which is the only place that isn't completely clean on this deck. The super-reflective water that pours out of the mirrors seems to have flowed down here at some point, where it sits, unaffected by the motion of the Ship, about an inch deep across the entire floor. This water is the only feature down in the bottom lounge - there is no furniture, in contrast to its Zinnia counterpart.

And on this floor, at the very bottom, and only this floor, the reflective water has the smell - only the smell, not any other qualities - of fresh blood.

The Ship will not answer characters here - although the terminals in the residential deck that can normally be used to communicate with it (in whatever limited capacity) are present, their screens are (of course!) mirrors, and unresponsive. There's also no signs of drones about, not even the basic roomba-like cleaning drones; there's no evidence that they've been here recently, either.

A follow-up log, in which the Ship manages to make contact with characters wherever they are, will be posted later (mod goal time is 2-3 weeks from now). That log will take place on Day 40 and will bring with it food (for everyone who has gotten very hungry by then) and drone assistance, but whether characters actually manage to escape at that point or later on on Day 42 is left open to the opinions of you, the players! Both current players and visitors will be able to vote in a Discord poll on the matter, to be posted in the Discord announcements channel tomorrow (after you've had the chance to sleep on this post and let it cook in your brains a little).

Happy playing! Questions can be asked on Discord or added to the usual questions header below this post.
bedguy: I'm sorry, really, I am. I didn't mean to single you out or anything. All humans are equals, after all. Each one of us a beautiful and unique snowflake, just like all the others. You only happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you've paid for that mistake, but I'm afraid I must ask (yawn (dream))

[personal profile] bedguy 2025-02-18 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She's definitely observant, Bedman thinks as she raises her eyebrow. He tries to gauge how much she's actually able to observe about him, but decides to continue his usual condescending attitude toward her.

"Yes, my rather....'unique' predicament is a "condition", you could call it. And no, I prefer to be bolted to the bed. I have my reasons for why it is like this, although I doubt you would understand it even if I bothered to explain it to you. "


thelifeofafaker: (:P)

[personal profile] thelifeofafaker 2025-02-18 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm sure a silly little girl like me wouldn't understand your deep, complex reasons," she assures him airily, still smiling, completely unbothered by his condescension. A goldfish made of light twines itself through her fingers, seemingly as idly as someone might twiddle their thumbs.
bedguy: A shame. If you really were anything akin in to me, perhaps we could have become friends. Then again, you would need an IQ of more than 200 to meet the minimum criteria. (Smug (dream))

[personal profile] bedguy 2025-02-19 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Bedman watches the goldfish with a vague interest, amused at her ability but keeping his guard up. He leans back a little, looking her over again, taking in every detail.

"Oh, I assure you, my 'complex reasons' would likely go over your head. And that little trick of yours, playing with your golden little fish? How... quaint. It's hardly enough to impress the likes of me."

His smirk widens, a hint of mockery in his tone as he looked down at her from his restrained position.

"And exactly how old are you, anyway? Shouldn't you be in school somewhere? You know, learning? Or does magic mean you don't need to be educated?"
thelifeofafaker: (gun to head)

[personal profile] thelifeofafaker 2025-02-19 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Sparkle giggles. "Oh, I'm not worried about impressing anyone! It's foolish to care about looking wise and powerful. I know perfectly well what I can do, and the Laughter and I are the only ones who really need to know." She kicks off the floor into a handstand and then into a back bend and back to her feet, showing every indication of not having the attention span to carry on a conversation. "I'm sure you're right that your reasons are much too complicated for me."

She does, however, laugh outright when he asks if she should be in school. "I may be short, but I'm still a professional actress!" she informs him, putting her hands on her hips with the air of a small child imitating how a parent lectures someone.
bedguy: (Smug (sleep))

Bedman is quite young, maybe around like 16-19? he's also pretty short being around 5'1 LMFAO

[personal profile] bedguy 2025-02-19 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
Bedman watched the girl's antics, completely nonplussed by her carefree demeanor. He couldn't help but feel a growing irritation at her flippant attitude, he's not used to people being so unbothered by his attempts to be condescending, and her carefree attitude is almost alluring in its own way? He lets out a dismissive scoff at her claim of being an actress, as he watches her hop around like a spring rabbit.

"Alright, so let me get this straight. You're a professional actress and not a student?"

He looks her over again continuing to wear the condescending grin

"let me ask you this: What good is talent without a proper audience? Without someone to appreciate your 'complex' reasons and your 'deep' motivations, they're just wasted. Not that someone as simple as you could understand that."
thelifeofafaker: (side look)

that's still four whole inches on sparkle she's TINY

[personal profile] thelifeofafaker 2025-02-19 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm, well, audience is why I'm looking for other people here! I'm not usually kidnapped, you know. I'm thinking on my feet. But I act on the largest stage there is! And I do have an audience now. You're here, aren't you?" She grins at him. "I'm sure you're more than smart enough to appreciate any depth and complexity I might put into my character." Not that he appears to be noticing how much she's playing into his expectations of an immature child.
bedguy: I'm sorry, really, I am. I didn't mean to single you out or anything. All humans are equals, after all. Each one of us a beautiful and unique snowflake, just like all the others. You only happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you've paid for that mistake, but I'm afraid I must ask (yawn (dream))

[personal profile] bedguy 2025-02-20 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Bedman's smirk falters a little, but he quickly regains his composure.

"Hmph, just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm your audience. There's more to an audience's entertainment than just being a pair of eyes"

Bedman rolls his eyes, but he's slightly thrown off by her response. He expected her to get offended or at least annoyed at his subtle insults, but instead she seems to be having fun?

"Oh, is that so? Well, I suppose I am your audience then. And I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you're about as deep and complex as a puddle."

thelifeofafaker: (:P)

[personal profile] thelifeofafaker 2025-02-20 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
“Oh, but the audience I’m looking to entertain isn’t human, and I think I understand THEIR preferences better than you do. The Laughter is always with me, after all. Maybe you’re just my narrative foil. A straight man.” She giggles and turns to a reflection emerging from a mirror behind her, producing her little pistol and shooting it clearly through the head, then skipping over to kick at the reflective water. “The puddles here really are fascinating! Have you ever seen the like?”
bedguy: (Normal)

[personal profile] bedguy 2025-02-21 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Bedman is thrown off-guard by her mention of 'The Laughter' and her display with the mirror. He tries to appear unbothered and scoff, but there's a hint of curiosity and slight concern in his tone, masked by his usual condescending manner.

"Oh, really now? And do you think I'm the straight man of this little act of yours? Now that's a riot."

He rolls his eyes, but it's not quite as mocking as it was before. He's clearly a little frustrated...

"The 'Laughter'? What exactly are you talking about? Some made-up friend in your head? You think your little friend 'The Laughter' is worth anything, do you? You're nothing but a joke, and your audience is even more pathetic."
thelifeofafaker: (gun to head)

[personal profile] thelifeofafaker 2025-02-21 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
“If you’re not the straight man and you’re not the audience, what part do you think you’re playing, then?” She tilts her head, just a little too far to be natural.

Sparkle giggles. “Oh, you’re from somewhere very different from me, aren’t you? That’s all right, even if you don’t know Aha, I know THEM. And of course I’m a joke—I’m a Fool, that’s the entire point.” She twirls, a little pirouette, splashing out a ring of reflective mirror water. “But if you don’t know the Elation, of course you don’t know what a Fool is.”
bedguy: (thinking (dream))

[personal profile] bedguy 2025-02-21 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ha, as if I’d play any part in your little story, fitting myself into your childish theatrics is certainly a fool's game, and you're certainly playing that role accurately"

Bedman tries to mask his curiosity with a scoff, but he's definitely intrigued by the mention of this 'Aha' character.

"A Fool, you say? And this 'Laughter' or 'Elation' you're talking about, what exactly are they? Some kind of religious cult or something? I don't know what a Fool is. But I don't have to understand your nonsensical gibberish to know a fool when I see one."

He glares at her pirouette with his eyes narrowed, trying to find any kind of read or familiarity but continues to draw endless blanks, he can't help but feel like she's pulling his leg, and his confidence is starting to falter.
thelifeofafaker: (fallen mask)

[personal profile] thelifeofafaker 2025-02-22 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm, but if you're not on the stage you're in the audience, aren't you? Those are the only options there are. You either act or are acted upon. That's how the world works." She twirls her pistol around her finger for a moment with a grin before it vanishes again.

"Religious cult? I suppose you could call us one. I'm a Masked Fool of the Tavern, I belong to Aha, the Aeon of Elation. And you must be from somewhere very, very far away if you don't know what that means." Sparkle pulls her mask down over her face, eyes glowing in a swirl of pink, and vanishes behind it, mask clattering to the ground alone, before it sinks into the puddle and vanishes.

Her voice comes from the other side of Bedman, and she skips back into his field of view. "It's good that you can recognize a fool, at least. I would hate to not be thought a fool."
bedguy: (Default)

[personal profile] bedguy 2025-02-22 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Bedman's eyes widen in surprise as Sparkle vanishes from his sight. He can barely comprehend what's just happened, as he pivots his head around, trying to understand how she got behind him.

He glances at her mask, eyeing it suspiciously.

"A... Mask Fool? This Aeon of Elation... What are you talking about? I know of gods, and I know of demons. But where you come from, you worship gods so... whimsical?"

He looks at her, struggling to come to terms with the idea of a god like AHA existing.

"don’t flatter yourself, I recognize foolishness when I see it, I'll be honest... I've never met anyone quite like you. But I suppose that's to be expected, given that you're clearly living in a world of your own delusions."
thelifeofafaker: (:P)

[personal profile] thelifeofafaker 2025-02-26 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Aeons are the strongest, most primal forces of the universe. And I follow the most interesting of them." She grins and winks at him.

"Mm, well. Lies are far more versatile than the truth. I wouldn't want to live in a world of pure reality and hard truth, that sounds terribly boring." She flicks goldfish and flower petals made of golden light into the air. "Delusions are much more comfortable for everyone, and much more fun."
bedguy: (suprised (dream))

[personal profile] bedguy 2025-02-28 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
Bedman scoffs, rolling his eyes at her words.

"Strongest... primal forces... sounds like a lot of nonsense to me. And relying on lies and delusions to make the world more 'interesting?' That just sounds like a recipe for disaster."

He watches the goldfish and flower petals, a hint of annoyance in his expression. He clearly finds her entire worldview to be obnoxious, but also can't quite bring himself to completely ignore her.

"You're a little bit too fond of living in your fantasies, girly."