[GAME EVENT] CAUSE AND EFFECT
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crossing_lostrpWho: Ash
Where:
When: Day 29, (approx. 4 to 6 a.m.)
Invited: ALL PLAY
Status: Complete
Edited to add: Don't sweat the details of how your characters switched bodies. I added the "touching or close by" requirement to give people an out if they didn't want to have their hharacters swap places. Now I'm revoking it. If you want to join in, forget that. It's simply random--if you and another player want to join the party, just do it. Doesn't matter how close you were or weren't.
Ash closed the double doors of the smaller kitchen/cafeteria and locked them. The last thing he needed was an interruption in the middle of this project. He turned to survey the room, arms akimbo while he thought about what he had to do. "Okay," he said to himself, "first things first. Clear the floor."
Pushing all but one of the tables against the walls and stacking the chairs on them took only a few minutes. Ash laid the instructions on the remaining table and pressed it flat. It was very badly written, but he'd looked it over several times and he was confident that he could manage it. "How hard could it be?" he muttered to himself.
He began assembling all the materials he needed on the table next to the instructions. A glass, a pitcher of water, a box of Dharma brand birthday candles. (The instructions called for six black candles, but these would have to do.) A box of salt, a big black marker, and various other esoteric items. And...coffee, which he'd brewed a few minutes earlier.
But first...Ash picked up the marker in one hand and the instructions in the other. Working slowly and methodically at first, Ash began drawing runes onto the edge of the tabletop. It took a lot of attention. His hand began to cramp after a while. By the time he was done, the figures were considerably less precise than when he'd begun.
"Eh, good enough," Ash decided.
He capped the marker and tossed it away. Then Ash walked over to the stove, poured coffee into a large bowl and carried it to the table. He placed the bowl in the center of the table. Next came the salt. Ash opened the pouring spout on the cannister and began walking around the table, pouring out the salt in a circle, making sure that he was inside it when he completed the circle. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he closed the circle.
"Hrmm, hmmm," Ash muttered, looking over the instructions. "Ah--right, the candles." Ash lit the candles one by one, carefully turning them as wax melted, dripping it onto the tabletop until there was enough to hold each candle upright. Then it was time for the heavy lifting.
Ash picked up a small photograph. He'd gotten it from Daisy, from the wallet of someone who had died in the crash of Oceanic Flight 815. He glanced at the instructions and recited the incantation. "Pro os, statua unus porro lost ut memoria," Ash said, tearing it into bits and dropping the pieces into the coffee.
"Pro auditurus esse, sanus carmen sung ut a parvulus porro.". Ash leaned forward and, feeling very foolish, sang a few bars of a lullaby.
"Pro tactus, sentio parvulus thesaurus,". Ash dropped a pinch of stuffing from a well-worn stuffed animal into the coffee. "Pro nidor, scaena matris diligo." Ash dusted the coffee with baby powder. "Pro sapor, flavor parvulus iucunditas," Ash said, dropping a small piece of chocolate into the coffee.
Ash picked up one of the candles. He held it up over the coffee and recited another incantation. "Hail ut phasmatis of incendia quod unda, terra quod aer! Unbind alica ut redimio nostrum monumentum!" Ash plunged the burning tip of the candle into the brew. The flame hissed and went out. Ash felt some of his strength fade at the same time that a feeling of pressure became noticeable all over his skin.
Ash picked up a second candle and repeated the incantation, quenching the flame in the coffee. The sensation of pressure, of gathering power became more distinct. He did it a third time, and a fourth. By the time he picked up the fifth and final candle, he felt light-headed. It was hard to breathe, the power gathered around him inside the circle of salt tangible and nearly irresistible. Ash recited the incantation and plunged the candle into the coffee.
The power, wound tighter and tighter with each repetition, exploded outward. Ash had a moment to wonder if perhaps he'd done something wrong after all as he was picked up bodily and flung backwards into the stacked chairs and tables behind him. It was very painful, as was crashing to the floor and having the table and chairs fall on top of him. (Maybe,) Ash thought, (he should just give up spellcasting. It never seemed to work out right--)
"It worked!" Ash crowed. "I remember!"
* * *
George's dreams were jumbled, confused--and confusing. She dreamed of her family; of Rube, Roxy, Mason and Daisy; of Dolores and Happy Time. She also dreamed of alien worlds, alien skies, battles and espionage and seduction. She woke slowly, dreams shading into wakefulness. She was lying on her back, one arm wrapped around someone who lay cuddled up with her head on George's shoulder.
Thinking about her dreams, George realized with a sudden shock that she remembered! She knew who all those people were. She knew who she was--and where she was, and how she'd gotten here, events of the last few weeks. All of it! Her eyes popped open, sleepiness banished by excitement. She struggled up to a sitting position--
--and screamed, waking the others. Beside her, Faith, Chloe and George jerked awake. Faith flung herself upright and then tumbled out of bed to sprawl on the floor. Chloe looked around, surprise--and alarm--written on her face. "What's going on? I feel...weak."
And George.... George watched herself--watched her body--sit up and meet her eyes with a crooked smile that just didn't look like it belonged on her face. "Well, this is new," she said, and her voice didn't sound right at all--nothing like George's voice sounded to herself.
George looked down at herself, at the masculine torso. She swallowed heavily and tentatively reached under the covers. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." She found what she'd expected--feared--to find. A penis. "Son of a bitch!"
Yes, boys and girls, it's official. The mass amnesia is over. Everyone has his or her memory back, completely intact. On the other hand...some of you will find yourselves in bodies that are not your own. If your character was touching--or merely in close proximity to--someone else, you will find yourself in someone else's body.
Unlike the mass amnesia, we're not making this universal. If you want to swap around your PCs, go for it.Establish that they were touching or very close at the right (wrong) time. If you want to swap your characters with someone else's, and they're willing to play along, make it so. If, on the other hand, you want to sit back and laugh at other characters' misfortunes, that's okay too.
Have fun with it. It will eventually be reversed....
Where:
When: Day 29, (approx. 4 to 6 a.m.)
Invited: ALL PLAY
Status: Complete
Edited to add: Don't sweat the details of how your characters switched bodies. I added the "touching or close by" requirement to give people an out if they didn't want to have their hharacters swap places. Now I'm revoking it. If you want to join in, forget that. It's simply random--if you and another player want to join the party, just do it. Doesn't matter how close you were or weren't.
Ash closed the double doors of the smaller kitchen/cafeteria and locked them. The last thing he needed was an interruption in the middle of this project. He turned to survey the room, arms akimbo while he thought about what he had to do. "Okay," he said to himself, "first things first. Clear the floor."
Pushing all but one of the tables against the walls and stacking the chairs on them took only a few minutes. Ash laid the instructions on the remaining table and pressed it flat. It was very badly written, but he'd looked it over several times and he was confident that he could manage it. "How hard could it be?" he muttered to himself.
He began assembling all the materials he needed on the table next to the instructions. A glass, a pitcher of water, a box of Dharma brand birthday candles. (The instructions called for six black candles, but these would have to do.) A box of salt, a big black marker, and various other esoteric items. And...coffee, which he'd brewed a few minutes earlier.
But first...Ash picked up the marker in one hand and the instructions in the other. Working slowly and methodically at first, Ash began drawing runes onto the edge of the tabletop. It took a lot of attention. His hand began to cramp after a while. By the time he was done, the figures were considerably less precise than when he'd begun.
"Eh, good enough," Ash decided.
He capped the marker and tossed it away. Then Ash walked over to the stove, poured coffee into a large bowl and carried it to the table. He placed the bowl in the center of the table. Next came the salt. Ash opened the pouring spout on the cannister and began walking around the table, pouring out the salt in a circle, making sure that he was inside it when he completed the circle. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he closed the circle.
"Hrmm, hmmm," Ash muttered, looking over the instructions. "Ah--right, the candles." Ash lit the candles one by one, carefully turning them as wax melted, dripping it onto the tabletop until there was enough to hold each candle upright. Then it was time for the heavy lifting.
Ash picked up a small photograph. He'd gotten it from Daisy, from the wallet of someone who had died in the crash of Oceanic Flight 815. He glanced at the instructions and recited the incantation. "Pro os, statua unus porro lost ut memoria," Ash said, tearing it into bits and dropping the pieces into the coffee.
"Pro auditurus esse, sanus carmen sung ut a parvulus porro.". Ash leaned forward and, feeling very foolish, sang a few bars of a lullaby.
"Pro tactus, sentio parvulus thesaurus,". Ash dropped a pinch of stuffing from a well-worn stuffed animal into the coffee. "Pro nidor, scaena matris diligo." Ash dusted the coffee with baby powder. "Pro sapor, flavor parvulus iucunditas," Ash said, dropping a small piece of chocolate into the coffee.
Ash picked up one of the candles. He held it up over the coffee and recited another incantation. "Hail ut phasmatis of incendia quod unda, terra quod aer! Unbind alica ut redimio nostrum monumentum!" Ash plunged the burning tip of the candle into the brew. The flame hissed and went out. Ash felt some of his strength fade at the same time that a feeling of pressure became noticeable all over his skin.
Ash picked up a second candle and repeated the incantation, quenching the flame in the coffee. The sensation of pressure, of gathering power became more distinct. He did it a third time, and a fourth. By the time he picked up the fifth and final candle, he felt light-headed. It was hard to breathe, the power gathered around him inside the circle of salt tangible and nearly irresistible. Ash recited the incantation and plunged the candle into the coffee.
The power, wound tighter and tighter with each repetition, exploded outward. Ash had a moment to wonder if perhaps he'd done something wrong after all as he was picked up bodily and flung backwards into the stacked chairs and tables behind him. It was very painful, as was crashing to the floor and having the table and chairs fall on top of him. (Maybe,) Ash thought, (he should just give up spellcasting. It never seemed to work out right--)
"It worked!" Ash crowed. "I remember!"
* * *
George's dreams were jumbled, confused--and confusing. She dreamed of her family; of Rube, Roxy, Mason and Daisy; of Dolores and Happy Time. She also dreamed of alien worlds, alien skies, battles and espionage and seduction. She woke slowly, dreams shading into wakefulness. She was lying on her back, one arm wrapped around someone who lay cuddled up with her head on George's shoulder.
Thinking about her dreams, George realized with a sudden shock that she remembered! She knew who all those people were. She knew who she was--and where she was, and how she'd gotten here, events of the last few weeks. All of it! Her eyes popped open, sleepiness banished by excitement. She struggled up to a sitting position--
--and screamed, waking the others. Beside her, Faith, Chloe and George jerked awake. Faith flung herself upright and then tumbled out of bed to sprawl on the floor. Chloe looked around, surprise--and alarm--written on her face. "What's going on? I feel...weak."
And George.... George watched herself--watched her body--sit up and meet her eyes with a crooked smile that just didn't look like it belonged on her face. "Well, this is new," she said, and her voice didn't sound right at all--nothing like George's voice sounded to herself.
George looked down at herself, at the masculine torso. She swallowed heavily and tentatively reached under the covers. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." She found what she'd expected--feared--to find. A penis. "Son of a bitch!"
Yes, boys and girls, it's official. The mass amnesia is over. Everyone has his or her memory back, completely intact. On the other hand...some of you will find yourselves in bodies that are not your own. If your character was touching--or merely in close proximity to--someone else, you will find yourself in someone else's body.
Unlike the mass amnesia, we're not making this universal. If you want to swap around your PCs, go for it.
Have fun with it. It will eventually be reversed....
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It's All Coming Back
Date: 2007-05-22 07:02 pm (UTC)He sat on the cot, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow, his heart racing in his chest. "Oh my God," he whispered, his voice raspy with horror and realization. He remembered. He remembered everything.
"Aeryn!" he shouted, scrambling from the cot, fighting with the blanket and tossing it aside in a fit of annoyance. He yanked the bedroom door open and ran out into the hallway, squinting a little in the harsh glare of the hallway lights. "Aeryn!" he shouted again, hoping she was nearby and could hear him, he had no idea what room she was sleeping in. His feet thudded dully against the bare floor, cold against the soles of his feet.
Their daughter was missing, that's why they'd been out, that's how they'd wound up here. They'd been looking for their kidnapped daughter.
"Aeryn!"
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-05-23 02:57 pm (UTC)Eventually, she rose, straightening her hair and gathering it behind her neck before releasing it. Sighing, she stood and it was then that she heard John's frantic screams.
And then the full-force of her memories hit her and she sagged to her knees. Their son, D'argo had been left in the tender care of Rygel while John and Aeryn had gone in search of their daughter, Pa'u. She whimpered as a tear slid down her cheek. "Nooo." she groaned softly, cradling her stomach as the pain of the loss struck her an almost physical blow.
[John]
Date: 2007-05-23 03:17 pm (UTC)John kept running down the quiet corridor, feet thudding, voice bouncing off the concrete walls. "Aeryn, dammit!" He was getting ready to start banging on doors until he found her. They had to get off this damned island, they couldn't afford to stay here a moment longer, not when they could be out looking for Pa'u. If he was able to remember, then no doubt she was as well, and he didn't know how she would cope with the sudden memories.
Realizing Pa'u had been taken had been horrible enough the first time.
"Aeryn Sun-Crichton, where the hell are you?"
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-05-23 03:43 pm (UTC)But that was all she could manage. She felt sick, a dread feeling of agony creeping it's way up her throat. Clenching her hands tightly, she tried to concentrate on the physical pain, trying to drive away the nausea that assaiiled her. Blood started to trickle through her fingers, but it wasn't enough to erradicate that sense of absolute loss.
Re: [Aeryn]
Date: 2007-05-23 03:48 pm (UTC)He ran toward her, dropping to his knees beside her and wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Okay ... I'm here, I'm here ... " he rocked her a little, knowing there was nothing he could do to ease the pain of the loss, but hoping that his presence would help her cope with it a little. "Deep breath ... deep breath, one second at a time. Take it one second at a time. We remember, that's the important thing. We remember"
[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-05-23 03:53 pm (UTC)She raised a tear-streaked face to him, seeing that his own face was wet with the same pain that she felt. "And we can't get off this frelling island!"
[John]
Date: 2007-05-23 05:11 pm (UTC)He opened his eyes and looked at her, reaching suddenly into the pockets of the pants he was wearing and drawing out a crumbled and singed picture of their daughter. "I found this in the wreck of the shuttle when I went back ..." he handed it to her, it would be something for her to hold on to.
"And we'll get off," he told her firmly. "We'll get off if I have to kill birds and weave their feathers together and fly us off, but I swear to you, Aeryn. We'll get off this place and find her"
OOC: Confuzzled
Date: 2007-05-23 05:22 pm (UTC)Re: OOC: Confuzzled
Date: 2007-05-23 07:55 pm (UTC)OOC: HOLD
Date: 2007-05-23 08:06 pm (UTC)[Aeryn]
Date: 2007-06-04 01:17 pm (UTC)Eventually, she stood, moving only a small amount away from him. She looked down at the singed photograph. "I've been thinking that the Doctor would be able to help us. He seemed to understand alien technology, so if he's got his memories back too, he may understand the pod. John, we can't stay around here, we've got to find pa'u."
[John]
Date: 2007-06-04 01:21 pm (UTC)"Yeah alright, the Doctor. He's the dude with the ears, right? Lilting accent? Yeah okay, let's see if we can find him and find out if he can help us or not. One step at a time."
He put an arm on her hand and started to steer her out of the canteen, "Come on, let's go"
wb hon! hope you're feeling better :) If you want to go ahead and start a new post now that we're off to find the Doc, you can do that :)