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Entry tags:
- *event log,
- *game opening,
- blazblue: hibiki kohaku,
- bleach: orihime inoue,
- fate/zero: waver velvet,
- final fantasy xiv: madhuri qalli,
- god eater: lenka utsugi,
- homestuck: dave strider,
- homestuck: dirk strider,
- homestuck: jake english,
- homestuck: john egbert,
- homestuck: rose lalonde,
- idolish7: mitsuki izumi,
- idolish7: riku nanase,
- idolish7: tamaki yotsuba,
- jjba: caesar zeppeli,
- jjba: foo fighters,
- jjba: jotaro kujo,
- jjba: okuyasu nijimura,
- kingdom hearts: sora,
- kingdom hearts: xion,
- npc: genette,
- oc: carla morir,
- persona 3: minato arisato,
- persona 3: ryoji mochizuki,
- persona 5: akira kurusu,
- persona 5: ann takamaki,
- persona 5: okumura haru,
- pmmm: madoka kaname,
- pokemon adventures: sapphire birch,
- pokemon: moon,
- rwby: qrow branwen,
- rwby: yang xiao long,
- shantae: rottytops,
- ssss: emil västerström,
- ssss: lalli hotakainen,
- tales of legendia: jay,
- tales of zestiria: mikleo,
- tales of zestiria: sorey,
- the royal tutor: heine wittgenstein,
- touken ranbu: gokotai,
- twewy: yoshiya joshua kiryu,
- xxxholic: yuuko ichihara,
- yuri on ice: yuuri katsuki
[OPENING] island hub - day 1
Who: All Characters
Where: Main Hub
When: Day 1
Open/Closed: Open to All

TDM threads can be considered canon if you so choose, they contain the power that you apped with and both parties confer that the thread is canon.
For characters that were on the TDM and who were not accepted/didn't app, these characters will be considered dropped characters that were magicked away.



Where: Main Hub
When: Day 1
Open/Closed: Open to All


Night has fallen upon everyone. It's thus far been an eventful day -- you've met some new people, discovered some new aspects of yourself that weren't there before you appeared here (however that might have happened). The original inhabitants of the island have been working hard to prepare a few things. One activity might have been one you were a part of, but there's still time to get your hands dirty.
Post feasting, there are dozens of crabs and a pile of roasted boar meet that are up for eating. Even if you didn't offer to help in making any of the food, they're open to eat it -- even if the true helpers may give you dirty looks. The boar is fine, if not a little bland and chewy, but it's probably better than the jerky. The crab is delicious, if not a little tasteless...there problem with the crab isn't exactly the taste, though.
This may also cause a bit of an issue with your character's powers. They're still getting physically and mentally acclimated to these new changes, so expect their telepathy and magic to go a little haywire. |

It's almost completely dark outside when the next event of the evening happens. You're living your life when you see it out of the corner of your eye -- it's absolutely hard to miss. What you see is a large lit caravan, larger than even an army tank. It's bright white and shining, covered with golden, ornate details that emanate an even more dazzling sparkle. The entire thing is aglow, and it's quickly coming towards the large bonfire that's been made. It's not rolling across the sand, but instead it's floating, and so is a matching trunk that's sailing along next to a figure beside the caravan.
There are two other thread options associated with this prompt: Genette's top level and her telepathy training post. Around the same time as Genette is handing out this new little goody bag, you suddenly receive a telepathic message. It might seem a little strange at first -- but on that note, what about tonight isn't strange?
After you've met Genette, she's also got a few more supplies that she pulls out a small door in the base of the caravan. She's insistent that you only get two items, since there aren't exactly a lot of them to go around!
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As the night winds down, it's recommended by Brie that you should probably go to be in your hut -- or at the very least get somewhere inside. There are a lot of people around the camp, however, so it's no surprise that there are a few people waiting around to get their fill of food and supplies before heading to bed. The noise of the new members and the light of the fire have attracted a very large pack of boars, who you'll later find make routine trips to the beach every night. Boar mating season has made the wild hogs rather testy, and the smell of food -- even if it's their own boar brethren -- have made them even more volatile.
However, it's not like staying up at night doesn't have its advantages. Once midnight hits, another species of animal makes its regular rounds across the base camp. In the sky, characters can see an Aurora Borealis-like sight. Instead of being dancing green and blue lights, however, the reality is that they are a massive species of space worm, and hundreds are wiggling past on their way to travel back home. They're shimmering and in every color imaginable, lighting up the sky with their magnificent hues.
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[Which might seem obvious but now they’re a ways away from most people they- that’s something they need to cover.]
How did you learn to do something like that- no, maybe the better question is who thought it was a good idea for you to be able to do something like that. [You idiot.]
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You probably shouldn't stay too close.
[Though he dutifully gives the proper warning first, it takes him a few more moments to juggle everything else Caesar wants to know. It's a bit dizzying trying to figure out which parts are actually questions. Actually, he's just a bit dizzy in general. Great.]
They're going to be refrigerator-sized. Like normal ones. [vague gesture with his hands that's supposed to sketch the rough height and breadth of one; he could summon one for demonstration but somehow that seems like a bad idea] ... I don't know why.
[The 'why' here encompasses all of it, why are they here, why there are refrigerators when he waves, why the caravan is likely the source of their weird powers, why crabs are even involved. There are so many whys.]
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[Fact.] Is there anything inside of them?
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[Ah, it's not confidence, just grumbling. It's also debatable how fast he'd get out of the way, and neither of them have accounted for unforeseen variables, because the power of refrigerators is actually deeper and vaster than mice or men can predict.
Also, everyone keeps asking him that.]
Sometimes there's food, or other things. Sometimes there's almost nothing. It's unpredictable.
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[He turns to the left, the right, glances behind them, and then decides they probably need more of a safety distance because he can still imagine random people getting crushed by it.] Maybe we should walk further away. You sound unpredictable.
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[Grumble, grumble, but it's also a matter of fact that he hasn't found anything that can really control what comes along with the refrigerators, just how they come along. He's not really sure what the crabs are going to do to his power, either -- what if he summons 10 refrigerators and all of them stack on top of him?! No, that probably wouldn't happen.
Anyway, he complains, but he still recognizes the value in preparing for the worst, so off they go into the trees. If nothing else, those could serve as... fridge umbrellas.]
Okay. [once they're far enough in (maybe), he motions for Caesar to stand back a little] Let me...
[He's just started the follow-up actual summoning motion (he's winging this) when there's an impressive crash. There's now a fridge a little ways to Caesar's right, where his hand moved to. It might have crashed from like... chest-height.
... It's sparking a little.]
... Sorry.
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[He's staring at Lenka in judgmental, horrified silence.
Sometimes you got five paragraphs of introspection and action. Sometimes you got a speech, one that was filled with words and deeds.
Sometimes you just got a stare.
This is one of the latter times.
He's just going to stare.]
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That's a lie, he definitely didn't come out here to have a good time. Lenka makes a small, embarrassed motion, doing his best to keep it away from Caesar, and the... top of the fridge vanishes. He blinks. That's new.]
I... Maybe you need to move a little further.
[What he doesn't say is that according to his own experimentation, he's not actually sure what the range is on this power. Some knowledge (or lack thereof) just isn't all that helpful at the moment.]
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All I can do is glow.
[Just saying, my guy. Just saying. One of them is a lot more dangerous than the other one right now. And you know what? Aside from his current problems and his future insomnia problem, he's pretty okay with keeping his shit together and has yet to give someone...something stupid like skin cancer. Just saying.
Just saying.]
And why should I move further? [He said as he moved away from the fridge in question anyway.] Where should I move to? Huh? Nowhere is safe! You don't even know the range of your powers. The only thing that would accomplish is me getting less of a warning if you scratch your nose and end up summoning one over my head by accident. Don't move.
[He's going to look at the...strangely decapitated fridge which...kind of makes him want to wince just seeing it.
It's just an inanimate fridge. But...still. It feels strangely...beheaded.]
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[Which, okay, sounds a lot more childish than he strictly meant it to -- but the fact of the matter is that this whole thing just kind of appeared and refuse to disappear, and didn't even have the grace to come with a manual or anything. If anything, at least glowing is straightforward.
He doesn't voice that, though, despite the torrent of follow-up yelling, because Caesar is right on all of the above and... mostly now he's not sure what to do. Only that telling him not to move immediately makes his ear start to itch, and he sort of sways in place a little as his balance tries to leave the building. He's frozen in a semi-surprised pose that he adopted when the freezer part of the fridge vanished, so it just kind of looks like he's making jazzhands at Caesar and his semi-frigid friend.]
It... usually happens if I think about it. But I don't know what else the crabs do.
[Not to mention that telling him not to think about refrigerators right now with a decapitated one and the general mess in front of him is, well, see above.]
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[And he does so.]
And you wave your hand and make it vanish...who knows? You might take my hand with it.
[And then Caesar looks inside of the fridge-] There's a box of waffles?
[Really?]
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[At least, it hadn't bisected or otherwise dissected any of the crabs he'd been trying to transport earlier, and that experiment had been a lot more haphazard. Okay, that's not strictly true, since haphazard is just about all he's doing right now, where he doesn't know what the hell is happening but everything is still seafood's fault.
He's going to have trouble not side-eyeing seafood after this. Anyway.
He still doesn't move, though, dutifully holding his weird pose and twitching a little as the itches multiply. Also now he kind of wants to sneeze, but that's probably an even worse idea--]
--Waffles? Waffles sound normal.
[Everyone keeps waffles in the fridge, right?]
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[Fuck if he knows.]
...hamon and the ether. [Sounds legit. Anyway, he's taking out the waffles, which were frozen but are now partially thawed because someone decapitated the fridge. He's taking a step back...] Now you can move.
[Go for it, bro.]
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[He's more curious than offended; so far he and those he's met have been happy enough to throw themselves at the anonymous refrigerators' mercy. Sure, he's had his doubts, but when you're suddenly spirited away to a deserted island, you don't look a gift fridge in the mouth.
The only casualties so far have been some landscape, Lenka's dignity (and a few other people's dignity, maybe), and a number of crabs. So he's going to keep playing refrigerator roulette, provided nothing too crazy happens in the next little while.
For now, he's going to scratch his nose and all the other places he was using all his considerable determination to keep from scratching for the past couple minutes. It's such a relief that he gives up and just sits down on the sand with a sigh. Caesar's got the run of the fridge.]
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[And that's not even getting into the fact they're slightly thawed waffles, and, thus, probably a little gross. Edible, but not necessarily the sort of thing you dig into.]
...honestly. [And now he's gotta ask-] Are you...already hungry? [He's pausing midway through investigating the fridge to ask. There's a tin of partially used dog food in the back, but as Lenka isn't one, amazingly, he's not going to be crass enough to offer it.]
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[In fact, he's like... the opposite of hungry. Not quite queasy, but nothing looks particularly appetizing -- soggy waffles aren't helpful either. And really, can he be blamed for assuming about said waffles when Caesar made him freeze in place for like 30 seconds just to get to them??]
If you're not going to eat them, what're you going to do with them?
[He's a bit invested now. That being said, he would have no real idea what to do with dog food, besides maybe stash it for emergency rations. So that's probably for the best.]
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[And he shoved the soggy waffles back into the fridge.] We can't take them with us - they're frozen, or were frozen. And I doubt anyone would be hungry at this point. Did you see the people in the bushes? [The ones vomiting their hearts out.]
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[It's not like there isn't more where that came from, and possibly less soggy specimens, though it might take him a while before he produces another waffle-ready fridge. Instead, Lenka reflexively looks around the area, but there are more trees than bushes here. It has been noisy and he'd seen some people run off, but...]
I didn't look in the bushes. [that seems a good way to run into boars] Is it something else the crabs did?
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[Source: he, too, puked.] Do you feel like...what does it feel like to summon one of those things?
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[Why does that need a rationale. What good are crabs in a bath house.
Lenka tries to think about the feeling of summoning a fridge without actually summoning a fridge -- there's still that half of one sitting there, and he feels like only mishaps would result from his trying at the moment. But. It's hard; so he turns away from Caesar altogether and gently reaches out to tap at the ground.
Then immediately scoots backwards.
Which was a really good idea because the summoned fridge crashes into the top of a nearby tree and then makes a really nice crater in the ground--
Which is great, because he didn't manage to crush himself; not so great, because he spent more time running away from the fridge than figuring out how he summoned it.]
... I'm going to chase the crabs out. [it's a promise now] The summoning is--
[And that's when a second fridge crashes onto that last one out of nowhere, one of them flies open and now there's just... corn. Everywhere. Popcorn, anyone?]
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It's super effective.] You reckless moron! I'm never talking to you again! Never!
[This is a lie. He will. And he splutters because he's getting hit by some stray corn.]
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Once he can see again and Caesar's done yelling:]
Ah, sorry. [it's a little bit grumbly because that wasn't reckless, that was answering a question; still, there is an awful lot of corn] But if there are three refrigerators now, then that means there won't be any more, so--
[They're safe. Theoretically. Technically, there are 2.5 refrigerators, but Lenka gestures to the Leaning Tower of Fridges in front of them anyway.
Note: The 0.5 fridge has vanished sometime between the others arriving and Caesar's on switch. He hasn't realized this yet.]
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[And with others in the coven, a little bit. Usually it had gone smoothly, so of course when it goes awry it has to go really awry.]
I've never seen more than three.
[And that's when he sees the empty space behind them, freezes for a moment, and then... puts his gesturing hand down carefully.]
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