(event) H̸̠͉͖͌̓̋̽E̵̯͐ͅĻ̵͛̕̚L̶̨͈̪̗͑̀̀̚Ơ̵̢̠̣̐̏̚

[vestigemods]

H̸̠͉͖͌̓̋̽E̵͐Ļ̵͛̕̚L̶̨͈̪̗͑̀̀̚Ơ̵̢̠̣̐̏̚

NOVEMBER 25TH - 26TH

► WHERE DID THEY COME FROM, WHERE DID THEY GO?

Though November is, overall, a fairly dreary and nondescript month, one thing of note has certainly occurred: For the first time since characters were first turned loose in the containment zone, one month has rolled into the next and the increasingly alarming tree hasn't moved any closer. It still sits 50 yards from the barrier, creepy as hell, fucking your brains.

Until suddenly, it doesn't.

On the 25th, at the godawful hour of 5 AM, a ripple wakes everyone from whatever level of sleep they may or may not have been previously enjoying. It's not a sound nor a sight, nor is it even really a sensation that can be felt on the skin - and anyway, it's gone by the time most characters are properly conscious, leaving them wondering what exactly woke them. But everything... seems pretty ordinary, to be honest. They may even decide to settle back in to steal a few more hours of sleep. Wouldn't that be nice. What a shame that things have only just begun.

Five minutes later, with the obtuse buzzing of an emergency alarm, a senderless text alert arrives on every phone:

Do not leave your home. Do not draw attention. Remain unnoticed.

Wait for follow-up alert that situation has been contained.

That's definitely reassuring in no way at all. It's entirely up to characters whether or not they listen to it, but those who don't might be in for a bad time. You see, that creepy ass tree is now 50 yards closer, planting itself firmly in a brand new hole in the middle of the road in front of the gas station, asphalt uprooted and crumbling aside. And now, for the first documented time since the tree was first sighted, the figures perched on the branches begin to move.

They climb down from the tree, and over the course of the next day and a half, they wander the containment zone. Where are they going? What do they want? What even are they? All good questions, but unfortunately, no one seems to have (let alone offer) any answers. All you really know is, it's best to stay away from them. Things get a little bit fucky, if one of the visitors happens to be too close at hand.

Luckily, late on the 26th, the Technicians do indeed contain the visitors with a spectacular lack of subtlety, delivering one further message to the masses: The situation has been contained.

But the absence of the mysterious visitors doesn't necessarily mean everyone is out of the woods just yet, and their impact on those trapped within the containment zone will likely be felt for days to come.

► MOD NOTES

• This is a catch-all log for top-levels pertaining to November's H̸̠͉͖͌̓̋̽E̵̯͐ͅĻ̵͛̕̚L̶̨͈̪̗͑̀̀̚Ơ̵̢̠̣̐̏̚ event. Go ahead and utilize vestigenet for any event-related network posts you'd like to make.
  
• This event takes place between the IC dates November 25th and November 26th.
  
• All event information can be found on the H̸̠͉͖͌̓̋̽E̵̯͐ͅĻ̵͛̕̚L̶̨͈̪̗͑̀̀̚Ơ̵̢̠̣̐̏̚ Infopost! This log (unlike most of the others) is pretty much just poorly-concealed infopost copypasta just to fill the space.
  
• Please take care to label your top-levels with identifying information like the IC date and location, so that others can see at a glance if their character can hop in!
  
• There will be a separate Thanksgiving Feast log, so keep an eye out for that.
  
• Threads involving the after-effects taking place once the visitors are gone can go on the November catch-all!
  
• Any questions can be directed to this top-level or, for a quicker response, to Trace on discord/plurk.

Comments

26th, in town

[legbreakings]

[ Yesterday having taught him nothing, he can be found darting through town, doing his best to stay out of sight. For however long that will last, anyway.

He is just about to turn a corner near the collection of stores when he is suddenly gripped by that feeling of the world being not quite right, everything moving around him too fast and too slow at once, sounds muffled and distorted.

He presses a hand to his forehead and grits his teeth but the feeling is growing stronger.

A sound catches his attention, even drawn-out as it is, something metallic crashing to the ground.

His hand tightens around his sword and he forces himself to step around the corner. ]