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welcome_summer) wrote2022-10-25 01:34 pm
welcome_summer) wrote2022-10-25 01:34 pm
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[Metaheroes] Weekend of 10/21/22: Event Message
OurPowers / Livestream / Private-ish to Starfallen in general and guild higher-ups (they'll know who to pass it along to)
Weekend of the 21st: At five minutes to midnight, a livestream activates in OurPowers. The feed opens with a tired-looking Mayuko adjusting her camera, making sure a sofa in what looks like a study is in shot. Three semi-opaque individuals sit there, looking at each other and Mayuko anxiously. A brief burst of static interrupts the audio; one of the entities seems to be speaking to Mayuko, judging by the accompanying gestures.
“You wanted me to warn people,” she says in response. “This will get the message out.”
She turns back to the camera, rearranging a set of notes. “Hello, everyone. There is a matter of life and undeath brewing in Sunset Falls. The spirits in town have been multiplying and growing more restless. It’s reached the point where they’re strong enough to reach out. These sorts of communication being strongest at midnight, I trust you’ll forgive the late interruption.”
She takes a deep breath before continuing. “So. Let’s start with the notion that there is our physical, material, natural world here and a spiritual, supernatural otherworld. And the border between these is like a veil, rather than a wall. The situation is that something is tearing into the veil and damaging it, and the Underworld kingdom of the dead is involved somehow. How or why this is happening… that’s not clear.”
Mayuko turns to the figures on the couch, who are now corporeal enough to pick up whiteboards and markers. One has written necromancy, one has written invasion, and the third is being completely honest and has just drawn question marks, bless them.
“The effects of the damage may vary as well. They do insist that there is energy being released, slowly spreading out, and that when it reaches people, it… changes them. It's probably already affecting people. How exactly depends on the person--”
Another burst of static, another ghost raises an “Um, actually…” hand.
“Right, as in literal changes, thank you. Now, what they’re saying is that people need to go down into the Underworld to fix the tears. Once they’re fixed, people will revert back and the supernatural world won’t flood the material. The entrance is almost stable enough for two-way travel? Give it a few more days--”
A little girl pops into the frame, and the static intensifies.
“Play with the puppy? Jun is asleep, Nessie, you can play in the morning.”
MORE STATIC!
“Oh… the three-headed puppy. That’s right. You’re going to want to brush up on your Greco-Roman lore because… yeah. Sounds like it’s going to be like that.
“Those were the main points, so if you have questions, we can see what else they can share. Otherwise, stay safe if you’re out and about, try and rest up if you’re back home, and we’ll be seeing some of you here for Halloween.”
Weekend of the 21st: At five minutes to midnight, a livestream activates in OurPowers. The feed opens with a tired-looking Mayuko adjusting her camera, making sure a sofa in what looks like a study is in shot. Three semi-opaque individuals sit there, looking at each other and Mayuko anxiously. A brief burst of static interrupts the audio; one of the entities seems to be speaking to Mayuko, judging by the accompanying gestures.
“You wanted me to warn people,” she says in response. “This will get the message out.”
She turns back to the camera, rearranging a set of notes. “Hello, everyone. There is a matter of life and undeath brewing in Sunset Falls. The spirits in town have been multiplying and growing more restless. It’s reached the point where they’re strong enough to reach out. These sorts of communication being strongest at midnight, I trust you’ll forgive the late interruption.”
She takes a deep breath before continuing. “So. Let’s start with the notion that there is our physical, material, natural world here and a spiritual, supernatural otherworld. And the border between these is like a veil, rather than a wall. The situation is that something is tearing into the veil and damaging it, and the Underworld kingdom of the dead is involved somehow. How or why this is happening… that’s not clear.”
Mayuko turns to the figures on the couch, who are now corporeal enough to pick up whiteboards and markers. One has written necromancy, one has written invasion, and the third is being completely honest and has just drawn question marks, bless them.
“The effects of the damage may vary as well. They do insist that there is energy being released, slowly spreading out, and that when it reaches people, it… changes them. It's probably already affecting people. How exactly depends on the person--”
Another burst of static, another ghost raises an “Um, actually…” hand.
“Right, as in literal changes, thank you. Now, what they’re saying is that people need to go down into the Underworld to fix the tears. Once they’re fixed, people will revert back and the supernatural world won’t flood the material. The entrance is almost stable enough for two-way travel? Give it a few more days--”
A little girl pops into the frame, and the static intensifies.
“Play with the puppy? Jun is asleep, Nessie, you can play in the morning.”
MORE STATIC!
“Oh… the three-headed puppy. That’s right. You’re going to want to brush up on your Greco-Roman lore because… yeah. Sounds like it’s going to be like that.
“Those were the main points, so if you have questions, we can see what else they can share. Otherwise, stay safe if you’re out and about, try and rest up if you’re back home, and we’ll be seeing some of you here for Halloween.”