EVENT ★ RECOLLECTION DAY

[futurologists]

RECOLLECTION DAY On the recruits' return to Oska, they will find some dreary weather, plus the entire castle and town decorated in purple and silver. Ribbons, streamers, and lights in ALASTAIR's colors fill every populated space, and there are more people milling about than before: humanoids and others in equal measure, all of them dressed in ALASTAIR uniforms of some degree. Dagny, Uruz, Cherenkov, and Crowley can be found among the others, as can recent recruit Pomarr, the undead Dakal from the last mission. The weather seems to be due to Pomarr. It's generally overcast around Oska, but the in area nearest to their newest recruit it will always be softly raining to some degree. THE FEAST Inside the castle, one of the many studies is decorated lavishly in the same purple-and-silver scheme as the rest of Oska. Today the kitchen is porting food directly into this room, where it's set out along long tables at the edges of the room. You can find anything here, food to suit any kind of diet from any kind of planet at all. There are no promises that all food will suit all diets, though. But still, if you want to try the bubbling pot of orange with the little worms that keep trying to struggle out of it, no one's going to stop you. A well-dressed, gently green lady stands at the center of the room, nursing a wineglass full of something silvery and addressing the room at large. She seems to be going over the history of Oska, to anyone who will listen. The gist of it is that Oska was once an entire world, densely populated and well known for its music and carefully bred hunting companion animals. However, its energy was severely unbalanced, and the world was swiftly coming undone. ALASTAIR recruits of the time realized it was the very animals the natives so loved that were the focus of all of the planet's energy, but by the time they had finally figured it out and began to cull the animals, it was too late. This little scrap is all they managed to save. What locals remained eventually died out, being too few to repopulate by themselves, and ALASTAIR opted to move in and reclaim the space, so as not to let this world go entirely forgotten. With their very base of operations as a reminder of what can happen to any world at any time, ALASTAIR of today is not likely to forget the necessity of their mission any time soon. Come for the food, stay for the slightly depressing story, and leave again fuller and maybe a little more somber than you were before. THE OBSERVATORY This room is usually home to a large telescope, a ceiling that slides open, and a lot of gauzy, ethereal decoration. Today it's been cleared out for what seems to be a room-wide, three dimensional documentary, playing on repeat throughout the festival. Images of a vast star system are projected into this room from no identifiable source, floating holograms the viewer can walk between and admire from any angle. A deep, soothing, presumably male voice speaks over the moving images, describing the action as it unfolds. In the beginning, there was one universe. It was vast and eternal, and most importantly, self-sustaining. There was no reason to doubt it would go on forever. The images at this point are on a cosmic scale, an impossible number of tiny stars swirling in silent patterns. We don't know what shattered the harmony, we only know that shatter it, it did. We call this the Cataclysm. This part is clearly an artist's interpretation. Slivers of light snake across the universe like the cracks in a broken window, shaking apart the entire scene. Some of the broken sections implode onto themselves in beautiful colors; some of them spread out and consume their neighbors. It's beautiful in a way, and probably completely visually inaccurate to whatever the real event looked like. The voice continues: The Universe became the Multiverse. The harmony is broken, and the energy no longer balances out. Worlds are thrown into disarray and chaos, some burning out immediately while others struggle on as they are able. There are even dozens of iterations of the same reality existing in some places, just barely splintered from one another and overlapping in impossible ways. The shards of our formerly united reality are nearly limitless. There are flashes of worlds as the narrator's voice continues. Each one lasts no longer than five seconds, filling the room and then flashing into the next scene. These are flashes of real worlds, broadcast up from the mysterious Viewing Hall and all of its mirrors down in the dungeons. Recruits watching diligently enough may even catch sight of familiar scenes. This is ALASTAIR's duty. We travel from reality to reality, doing what we must to equalize the energy. The necessary tasks can vary wildly, as wildly as the realities themselves do. In some worlds we find great success, snatching them from the brink of destruction and allowing them to continue on, rebalanced. Some worlds cannot be saved. The images shift, this time replaying old, completed missions. The variety is huge here, too. One team of blue humanoids dressed in ALASTAIR purple struggles to pull a mammoth out of a tar pit. Two small, doglike recruits dash through a dark alleyway, dodging laser fire. A team of something human-shaped but bundled up in spacesuits climb carefully through the weightlessness of space along the outside edge of an enormous spaceship. The narrator has just one more line to add: Ours is no easy task, but if not us. . . who? The informational recording fades out, and five minutes later, plays again from the beginning. THE COURTYARD Down in the courtyard, the festivities continue, this time led by Dagny and Uruz. They have a great number of temporary pens set up in the middle of the area, each one holding a strange, fantastical animal, which doesn't seem at all happy to be there. These are new mounts, Uruz will explain. Each one of them was personally rescued from a dying world by Dagny and herself. They're not quite tame yet, though, and so they've made a competition of it: anyone who can convince a creature to let them sit astride its back and then guide it into a pen in the stables proper will win a prize. Dagny would like to request that you be really careful, please! Those tusks and spikes can get really sharp. The prize given to any winning recruit will be a small, silvery musicbox. Opening it plays a soothing tune that will calm anything within the area for about 30 minutes. It can only be used once. Feel free to make up what kind of creature your character runs into. The stables of ALASTAIR are well known for their variety! LOST ORBS Have you ever wondered how Oska is powered? Well, obviously it's plasma orbs, how else? Oska's resident cats have been hard at work creating more of these, to the point that those not yet in use need somewhere to be contained. The problem is, these things are mobile. They'll float anywhere they please with some kind of debatable mind of their own, and lately it's not been uncommon to see two or three of them floating idly down the hallway together. Crowley and Cherenkov have requested recruit assistance in corralling these things and bringing them to a room set up to keep them in on the third floor. They're a bit like slowly deflating helium balloons, and can be guided with gentle taps to get them floating along in the right direction. Touching one of them is a strange experience that tends to leave hair standing on end. Touching more than one of them at the same time, however, is not recommended. Simultaneous contact with two or more plasma orbs has been known to have strange effects on people, including but not limited to developing the power to fly, sudden weightlessness, animal shapeshifting, ice breath, teleportation, and creating a protective and impenetrable bubble around oneself. None of these effects lasts longer than two minutes, and in each case, the following magitek hangover will make any orb-toucher feel awful for at least half an hour. HOTSPRINGS There's a new addition to Oska, down by the lake. It seems another team recently extracted an enormous, very hot core from a sentient and murderous AI. The core's power source isn't expected to run out for at least another thousand years, and unsure what else to do with it, the team dug it a pit not far from the lake. They failed to realize that this would accidentally have a very, very pleasant outcome. There are now hotsprings by the lake, nestled into the small grove of trees that grow around it. The water bubbles softly up from the ground in a new (technically man-made) pool, and some enterprising recruits have built wooden decks and stairs around and through the whole affair. It's a little bit of a hike to get there from the castle, but anyone who has visited can agree: it's worth it. OOC INFO Welcome to the festival! This will ICly last for 3 days (and OOCly for 2 weeks), at the end of which the other teams visiting the party will ship out to other missions and leave the PC team to unwind with Oska all to themselves. Through the duration of the festival, recruits will find themselves asked one question repeatedly: do you new guys have a team name yet? It seems everyone else has a team name! Really, it's just sort of sad that a team this big doesn't have a name, isn't it? We'll be including a section for characters to ICly suggest team names, and later on will be hosting an IC vote to pick a team name. Characters who signed up to remain in Nalawi for three months will arrive late to the party, but how late is up to players.

Comments

laughs

[heelies]

Worry not, I am quite all right.

[But the heat seems only to thicken, and the far reaches of his vision begin to darken. His hand stays at his temple where he cradles his head. His voice now sounds far more distant than these few feet between them.]

No...perhaps I should lie down... I am sure it shall pass soon...

[He makes to stand, and this shall be his downfall: vertigo overtakes him and sends him into a swoon. A most manly swoon. He topples forward, and what should be there to break his fall but the soft cushion of Olivia's body?]

cries

[winces]

Achil—?

[ that's about as far as she gets in voicing her concern before there is suddenly 200 pounds of grade A grecian prime cut meat falling on top of her. with a sharp yelp, they both go down, olivia soon with her back on the floor of the hot springs, her mouth suddenly full of the very water that had caused achilles his manly fainting spell.

sos pls halp ]

shameless

[defenceless]

[it isn't that rin didn't put it past some people to... have relations... in the hot springs, but alastair, she was expecting so much more out of you??

maybe olivia wasn't taking her previous advice about sex magic literally, though. the fall of the hulking hero looked a little too limp (sorry, achilles) to be on purpose. and poor olivia probably doesn't want to drown.

ready to scold them for their irresponsible actions already, rin flies into rescue mode, reaching underwater, praying her hands don't brush certain parts of the male anatomy, and pulling achilles back with a grunt of effort, mana glowing through her strengthened limbs.]

Wh-What's going on here?! Are you okay?!

[are both of them ok]

weeps... there is no excuse

[winces]

[ rin it's not what it looks like...! this is actually... innocent... for once

but the moment the heavy weight is lifted off of her, olivia hastens to scramble back up to the water's surface. her skin is a bright pink on top of the nalawi tan, and the struggle and water had caused a bit of her towel to unravel around her bust. but at the moment she is more concerned with sucking in as much air as possible, while simultaneously coughing out all the water she'd choked down.

it doesn't make for the most graceful of resurfaces.

but once she gets her bearings, she is reaching for them both, eyes wide. ]

R-Rin..! Oh my gosh, thank goodness you were around! It's Achilles — he just fainted!!

[defenceless]

Damn it...! Why does he have to be... so... heavy?!

[while she moves a huge naked man with all the power she can summon, rin doesn't sound too happy. imagine that. but she isn't giving up! she watches olivia to make sure she's able to breathe on her own, doing her best to keep the grecian hero of legend afloat.

it's definitely an awkward sight, with a petite 5'2'' girl who couldn't weigh more than around a hundred pounds somehow hoisting achilles up, her arms looped underneath his. rin is just thankful she's wearing a towel. the sooner olivia joins in, the better!]

Obviously he isn't okay, I guess... How did he faint? Did he spend a little too long in the water, or did you tire him out?

[winces]

[ olivia is well on her way to getting up (after hastily fixing her own towel) and reaching for the man in order to help rin along. unfortunately for them both, she doesn't have any kind of magic power to strengthen her arms, and so she can only do so much... ]

Tire him...? [ olivia balks, and in her jerky movement, she might have accidentally... grabbed... something she didn't mean to grab... sorry, achilles.

hastily, she moves her hands further up to grasp one of his arms from the other girl, a meager attempt to share the burden as she scrambles for words. ]

I-It's not like that! We were just talking!! [ suddenly, the redness of her skin has nothing to do with the heat of the water. ] It has to be the first one!

[defenceless]

[don't lie to yourself, olivia, you were going to grab it eventually... if you haven't already...

rin exhales through her nose, still largely concentrating on holding achilles' head above the level of the water. it doesn't actually matter to her if it was something embarrassing like that... no, not that much. honestly, her main goal is to figure out what happened and fix it. when olivia takes one of his arms, it lessens the demand on her, but it isn't enough—so rin swiftly casts another spell, muttering to herself in german.

instantly, it's like they're carrying pillows—lots and lots of pillows—instead.

she speaks glaring at achilles rather than olivia. (embarrassment sucks... she understands.)]

I see, so we have to pull him out. Are you ready? It should be easy, now.

Just don't let go or he'll float, and I'd rather not have a naked Achilles parade balloon escape into the atmosphere.

[oh]

[winces]

[ ah yes... nobody (everybody) wants that......................

olivia is doing her best, and she's quite grateful for whatever it is rin manages to do to make the task that much easier. soon enough, they're able to lead him towards the embankment around the hot springs, granting both girls a form of reprieve. it's chilly outside of the water, but at least neither of them will be in any danger of fainting like he had.

she lets out a heavy sigh, absently giving the man's chest a pat. ]

You're a savior, Rin... I don't know what I would have done without you.

whoops comes back to this

[heelies]

[After a moment of lying supine upon the damp wooden slats, Achilles flutters back into consciousness. With none of the grace for which he is known, he sputters and coughs up a spray of the water he had inhaled on the way down. As one who is tugged from a reverie, he appears dazed as his gaze lands first upon Olivia, and then Rin, the sudden sight of whom pulls his brow into a confused knot. His question he directs at Olivia as he pulls himself up so that he now sits.]

What has happened? The strangest of feelings has come over me, which is unlike any I have felt before.

[His body feels light, as if somehow he is not quite all there. For now he pays no heed to his utter lack of modesty, so preoccupied is he with all these questions.]

[defenceless]

[achilles, are you sprawled out stark naked on the deck? rin raises an eyebrow at him as he finally stirs, and her face can best be described as incredulous. look, she doesn't want to claim any praise for herself (yes, she does), but she openly adds,]

I'm pretty sure you both would have drowned, if I didn't arrive in time.

[it's true that achilles still needs to be braced down with a bit of weight, lest he float away, so their arms should be continuing to keep him steady when he wakes up. but, without an explanation, rin chants a final phrase in german, and the great greek hero's normal bearings return to him.

yeah, he would be confused, wouldn't he...? rin's not the one he traipsed into the hot springs to have sex with, she thinks. it's about this time that she re-remembers there are particular scandalous parts of the male anatomy just inches from her, and she sort of freaks out.]

Be more careful next time, will you?! Also, cover yourself?!

[she didn't peek at it! she swears she didn't!]

[winces]

[ olivia shrinks back under his gaze, so intense that she very nearly apologized out of reflex, as if it were all somehow her fault. instead she stammers on a response, and it's only when rin reacts that she finds her attention finally drawn elsewhere. ]

I-It's true — you'd fainted, [ she hastens to explain, reaching out to rest a calming hand on his shoulder, lest he get jumpy in response to rin's outburst. her other hand reaches out towards the younger girl, though olivia finds herself wishing someone would take the time to soothe her in this moment... her head was beginning to hurt. ]

I think perhaps you'd been in the water for too long. If it weren't for Rin, I wouldn't have had any way of getting you out of there...

[heelies]

[When Rin nullifies the spell, thereby restoring heft to his body and limbs, he thinks the strange lightness for before nothing more than a side effect of fainting.]

How shameful, that I should swoon as does a woman overcome by grief. And that you should bear witness to this unbecoming sight...

[His confusion and annoyance then fold into a softer look which he offers Olivia, along with a light touch to her hand which she has laid upon his shoulder.]

I must have caused you worry, lovely-haired Olivia, and for this I apologize.

[Then he addresses Rin. He even shifts so that the bend of his legs obscures the parts she finds so objectionable, for which he cannot blame her: it is one thing to present his body to Olivia, who already is familiar with the sight, and quite another to appear thus before Rin, of whom he knows only little.]

Rin, daughter of Tohsaka - you must forgive my state of immodesty. My clothes I left here upon the platform, and so they should be found nearby. I would not wish to cause such distress in your maidenly heart. I give my sincerest thanks for your assistance here.