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vestigelogs2020-10-03 07:05 pm
vestigemods) wrote in vestigelogs2020-10-03 07:05 pm
(october catch-all) IT'S TIME TO GET FUCKIN' DAMP
OCTOBER CATCH-ALL
► YOU CAN BE REGULAR DAMP
- As Autumn sets in, the containment zone begins to settle into all of the trappings of autumn. Chilly weather, bundled clothing and hot drinks, the turning and falling of leaves... It really just goes to show that life goes on in a place like this just as it does anywhere else.
For those unfamiliar with the seasons on a cultural level, the newfound offerings that Foodland and the gas station have to offer might be a little surprising. After no seasonal trappings to accompany summer, we now see an abundance of plastic gourds and multi-colored corn, of browns and oranges and leaf-themed decor - and as the month goes on, an influx of spooky decor in blacks and purples and... still oranges, orange is pretty universal as far as fall is concerned. Many of the buildings around town also sport seasonal decor, subtle but present. A pumpkin here, a glittery sign with a fall-themed pun there.
The weather, depending on perspective, has taken quite a turn for either the better or the worse. All of the rain the skies withheld throughout the summer seem to be coming down all at once, sometimes a sprinkle and sometimes a downpour that soaks you to the bone if you dare venture out for groceries. But the rains are just short of lukewarm, not yet carrying any proper chill, and the lush greenery of the landscape seems to be thriving in it. Perhaps it isn't all bad after all?
► OR YOU CAN BE EXTRA SPICY BONUS DAMP
- On the 18th of October, however, the weather starts to get a little bit... dodgy. Which is to say: You should probably be ready to dodge, as you find that the leaves blown about on the savage winds no longer just flop wetly against your clothes or your cheek. It will likely come as quite a surprise the first time one stings - you might even mistake it for an unusually frigid drop of water splattering across your skin, at least until your fingertips come away reddened just slightly with blood. But it's certainly not the end of the world, nowhere near as bad as rotting away or being haunted by some malevolent ghost. You can just bundle up! It's not as if they can slice through clothes.
But oh, it's not quite done just yet.
On the 24th, the cutting winds come to a head in a thunderstorm. Dark, ominous clouds greet you as you wake on this morning, perhaps even confusing your sense of time as a far dimmer light than expected shines in through your window. But the storm sets in like an oncoming wave, first hitting the town and then sweeping west. Those with an eastern view over the nearby trees will see it coming, a foreboding curtain of rain encroaching all to quickly. Then comes the thunder, rumbling far too close to feel entirely safe. Which is true. It isn't safe. Because after each clash of thunder comes the immediate flash of lightning... Lightning which skips right past high-reaching trees to seek out the nearest living being it can find. No - not any being. Just those who've been trapped here. Those whose suffering brings rest to the elder gods below.
Perhaps it's best to stay indoors.
► MOD NOTES
- This is the October Catch-All Log, for any action top-levels throughout the month which don't fit in a designated event log. Large gatherings (parties, meetings, etc) are still encouraged to post their own logs for organizational purposes!
- All top-levels for the Winds of Change mini-event also go here, since it won't be getting a log of its own.
- Refer to the bottom half of the October Bulletin for any October-specific info to potentially include in your prompts! The above blurb is honestly just mood-setting flavortext.
- Because this is a catch-all for everywhere + all month, try to remember to label your top-levels with identifying information like the IC date and location of each prompt (whether in the subject or in the prompt title within the comment). Also try to indicate any event prompts for the Winds of Change mini-event aside from just listing their dates, so they can be easy to spot!
- Any questions can be directed to this top-level or, for a quicker response, to Trace on discord/plurk.
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Does it help to tell you I've gotten my guqin back?
[so whatever ghosts are brave enough to even try coming near them, sizhui can fight them off far easier now.]
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Yes. A little. But only because I know how good you are with it.
[This is said very grudgingly. He folds his arms in front of his chest and grumbles for a moment. He then shakes his head and pulls himself up a little so he can see where they actually are. The town, somewhere, sure, but.]
But where are we going really?
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Then you have nothing to worry about, I'll keep you safe.
[they haven't made it there yet (they should hurry because of the rain), but jingyi's still acting uncomfortable and sizhui's certainly not going to force him— but a little persuasion never hurt anything, right?] Somewhere that's not wet, [he giggles, gingerly takes his friend by the elbow then continues moving forward.] Come, come. Before we end up getting too wet.
[blessedly, the bowling alley isn't far now; it only takes a few more minutes for them to get there and even when they do arrive, he stops them just outside the door, which is not quite inside but at least they aren't getting rained on anymore.]
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[And that is the determination of someone willing to punch what he fears in the face if Sizhui is in true danger, at least now that he has been pried outside. But it is only because Jingyi trusts Sizhui implicitly that he has not mutinied and stayed in bed, honestly.
And he has given himself a complaint quota (which he has already exceeded), because even he knows when he is being ridiculous. He tucks himself close in to Sizhui as his elbow is taken and follows along, squinting into the wet at their surroundings as they go.]
How can one place have so much rain!
[...that does not count as a complaint. It is definitely a question. He jostles Sizhui out of the rain once they arrive and squeezes out his hair.]
Why this place, anyway?
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if there were ever a chance to experience his friend punching a ghost in the face, it would be here and he'd be amazed with his bravery. not many people would face their fears, after all, and sizhui's glad he hasn't had to. (yet. and hey, if jingyi had changed his mind about going out, he wouldn't have exactly blamed him, given the terrible weather.)
good thing he's so used to the other boy's complaining or else he might've very well pointed out he's gone over his limit— give him a minute though, he still might. however, having jingyi's side almost flush with his own is proving to be a decent distraction and before he knows it, they've already arrived at their destination, with another grievance aired not long after.] I'm not sure, but it's certainly doing its best attempt at washing us away. [which is why there isn't a single bit of fussing on his end whenever he's nudged further out of the rain.
he waits patiently while jingyi wrings water from his hair, reaches toward his own, twists it all up then tucks it into place atop his head in a bun.]
It's called a ‘bowling alley!’ [a quick gesture toward the nearby sign before he grins and leads them further in, flipping the lights on to reveal the surrounding area.]
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[It is a bit of teasing, albeit somewhat absent teasing, as he peers at the sign. Sizhui's grin, however, inspires one of his own, and he beams back as he follows him inside.
Once in, though, he pauses at the threshold to blink at the slick wooden lanes to the mechanisms at the far end. The cheerful, somewhat washed-out word "bowl" and the brightly-colored booths both leave him blinking. The place seems empty at first glance, so he bounds over to one of the booths to prod at the vinyl seating and peer over the back toward the lanes.]
Okay, what is bowling and why does it need an alley? Because this does not look like any alley I have seen before. Is this where you have been disappearing off to?
[He flashes a smile back at Sizhui.]
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[joking or not, sizhui sounds absolutely, one-hundred-percent serious when he asks that question. he's still smiling, meanwhile, although the thought does have him wondering: what would he do if his best friend turned into a ghoul? (does that mean he'd have to—?
oh...)
he shakes his head, as if doing so will physically eject the pessimistic thoughts, glad jingyi's distracted with hurrying toward one of the nearby booths. once he's sure his expression has softened again, he moves to follow, beaming at the other boy while leaning himself over the backrest of the seat. he shrugs,] I don't know why it's called an alley! [then sizhui's attention flickers toward the lane, head absently tipped with consideration.
somehow, his grin widens and he glances back, lifts off an arm and gestures toward the ball chute where some colorful bowling balls already sit.] Maybe it is. Would you like me to teach you?
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[His response is immediate, his attention snapping toward the balls that Sizhui pointed out.]
You know, when I am not with you, you do not have nearly as much fun. That would only be worse if I were not here at all. So prepare to have ten times the amount of fun you were having without me.
[He vaults over the back of the booths (because he can, honestly, and he's out and soggy and full of energy from cooping himself up) to the ball return to start poking about for one that is a color he likes.]
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sizhui giggles in response to jingyi's ever-present excitement, absolutely thrilled his friend wants to learn, regardless of the fact even he hardly knows what he's doing besides tossing the ball down the lane.]
I am not worried and am fully prepared to have far more fun with you here. [he'll just keep to himself how much he's enjoyed bowling with other people, too.
he watches with widened eyes as jingyi leaps over the seat, somehow muffling another snicker into the damp sleeve of his hooded sweatshirt. however, sizhui's moving over to him, considering one of the balls himself, wondering if he should use his usual or change things up. (he has not, however, quite figured out why there are numbers on the balls, but he'll eventually get there.)]