(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

Rhys // SSSS and co. cabin

[theprezident]

A.

1. 25th, 5AM

[ Rhys does, in fact, settle down for another few hours of sleep, despite the vague discomfort that lingers after ... whatever that was. When the blaring alarm comes, however, he's wide awake, because the siege by Maliwan is still fresh enough in his mind and his immediate thought is that there's an attack. He's up on his feet practically in an instant, his heart racing as he lifts his cybernetic hand to check for messages and make calls--

Then he remembers where he is, and he scrubs a hand over his face for a moment before sitting down to pick up the phone. ]

Okay, okay, I'm listening, shut up.

2. 25th, morning

[ Maybe his skittish nature doesn't give that impression, but Rhys is normally onboard with ignoring any words of caution or warning from the Technicians (because fuck them). In this case, though, the warning doesn't sound like an order to make them not do something the Technicians don't want them to do, and more like something they actually really should do.

Which is why he's preparing his coffee and settling down at the kitchen table like nothing out of the ordinary is going on. Because he is not going anywhere.

Unlike many other mornings, especially considering the hour, he's a lot more alert. Enough that he jumps if someone else enters the room. ]

Oh, it's you.

B. 25th, afternoon - playing with effects

[ As the day goes on, he still hasn't figured out what the Technicians warned them about. Might be because he's been keeping quiet and mostly sitting around. He's not used to this anymore, though, and it doesn't take all that long for him to start pacing.

That's when he spots one of the visitors out the window. He recognises the feeling from the few times he's tried to look at the tree, that deep-seated dread that sticks in his throat and chest and makes his feet feel heavy. Only the figure has never been this close.

It's only a moment, but it feels like forever before he manages to get his shit together and duck below the window sill, but he can't shake the feeling that he's given himself away. His breath is quick and harsh, as he tries not to spiral into panic. It saw him. It definitely saw him. It must have, right? It'll kill him. If it comes in here, it will definitely kill him. He can't move. Why can't he move?

(It actually didn't see him, but if anyone else in the cabin looks out the window too, it's getting pretty close.) ]