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mods of the vestige. ([personal profile] vestigemods) wrote in [community profile] vestigelogs2020-08-10 07:28 pm

(event) WAY DOWN WE GO

EVENT LOG: WAY DOWN WE GO

AUGUST 14TH - 24TH
► THE BASICS


    Not halfway into the month of August, the lake starts to recede - slowly at first, but then in great leaps and bounds until only a foot and a half of sun-warmed standing water remains. The lake going dry is concerning, for certain, but it's hardly the least of our problems... because on the lake bed is a hatch, askew and emblazoned with an unknown but eerie insignia, and beyond that hatch lies nothing but trouble.

    Over the next few days, a brave and reckless team of explorers delve into the cave beyond - what is later revealed as a maintenance tunnel, just before the ceiling of that very tunnel caves in and traps them from both sides. Their supplies are limited, and phone signal is shaky at best. And what's worse, not more than a day or so later, the lake begins to fill back up, water pouring down into the open hatch. Can those who remain stage a rescue in time to save the explorers from drowning?




► MOD NOTES

  • This log is a general dump for all log threads pertaining to August's Way Down We Go event - and in lieu of the lack of catch-all for August, you can feel free to do non-event log threads here as well! Go ahead and utilize [community profile] vestigenet for any event-related network posts you'd like to make.
  • The main chunk of the event takes place between the IC dates August 17th (reveal of the hatch) and August 22nd (the latest the spelunkers can be freed before they drown). No rush leaping on this event post, since I know most folks are honestly still plotting about it.
  • All event information can be found on the July Event Infopost!
  • Please take special care in this event to label your top-levels with identifying information such as the IC date, any prompts specifically pertaining to event roles (spelunker, rescue efforts, etc), and/or 'non-event' for any non-event prompts you may include. Just trying to keep things organized!
  • I'm going to help solidify the plotting efforts over the next few days to help make sure everyone's on the same page, but none of it will be set in stone just in case latecomers want in too. If you want in, chime in on the spelunkers, rescue efforts, or support roles top-levels as applicable!
  • Any questions can be directed to this top-level or, for a quicker response, to Trace on discord/plurk.
skaldish: ([36] - Of course!)

[personal profile] skaldish 2020-09-11 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ She beams as usual. ] Well, I figure that's the least I can do while we're stuck here...Wherever here is. And honestly, back home my brother is pessimistic enough for the both of us. [ There's small pause. ] I wonder what he's doing right now.. [ There's another moment of silence before Tuuri jumps back into the conversation. ] But anyway, it's nice to meet you! I'll call you Daemon if that's okay, it just sort of sounds cooler! How long have you been here now?

[ Meanwhile Han has since trotted up to Daemon and given him a sniff - There's so many strange people here. But he's so far passed the Puli's test so he gets another sniff before the dog trots back to Tuuri. ]
singularwidower: Lit from below, Sadi challenges the viewer with a direct stare. (Default)

[personal profile] singularwidower 2020-09-30 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Daemon inclines his head in agreement, tracking the dog's progress back to Tuuri. "Daemon" is fine, and he seems to have passed whatever canine sniff-test he'd just been subjected to. Though he is somewhat bemused by her verbal tangent regarding her sibling.] Brothers are like that, though my own is less pessimistic and more of a--[He cuts himself off, because that's...perhaps not a word that he should use around impressionable youths of indeterminate age.]--well, he's more willing to fight things he doesn't understand than anything else. I have a feeling he might have trouble. I personally prefer to talk.

And I've not been here overlong. Perhaps a month or two. The time rather blurs together without much to mark it, I'm afraid.