#isola-events

[wingherc]

@gaiaspoken

｢𓆄｣ This was...More disorienting than he originally thought it would be. But, maybe that was his fault by taking to the skies rather than keeping himself grounded. But that was the opposite of what he stood for.

It's when he's flying over a patch of orchid that catches his eye, if not for the soft color of it all, but the fact there are specklings of his own goldenrod color.

Which...Could only mean one thing! This put him at the flower patches in Archimedes...Yeah, that made sense, actually.

Rapidly, the pro hero began his descent, only letting up so he could have a smooth and graceful landing. And, beside her, he perched, flaring one wing over her head as a means to block out the sun.

"There you are! I didn't think you'd be a person for purple, but it really works for you. You're still doing your daily quests? You didn't want to go out and explore this big ol Spirale themed coloring book?"

[isolaradiale]

. . . . .

"Mmhm, I see, I see... Your father did tell us you had a bit of a mishap with your art project. We couldn't help coming to give some advice." Solaris muses, circling the diorama of the city. Currently, it's been moved to a coffee table.

"Yes, he told me I should try and spin it as if I had done such a thing on purpose. But I don't see how I could possibly..." "Oh, we had an idea for that!"

Mimosa flutters from behind, resting her hands on Janus' shoulders. The glint of mischief hiding in her rosy glasses does not escape his notice.

"We could help you mirror it in the city proper, you know!" "What?" "It's an interesting theory. The structures you made still stand, but what gives them life and personality has been greyed out." "I wouldn't say that--" "So how do you fix it? Do you paint them with the hues and values they're supposed to be, or do you pick something new?" "What do you do with the spots where the paint bled together? Do you paint over that, too?"

As the two bounce back and forth in this terrible game of brainstorming, Janus begins to put his hands to his cheeks in mounting horror.

"Oh, no. No no no. Absolutely not--" "If we make someone look like an old black and white movie, what happens? Will they try to change to technicolour?" "Would they paint themselves the colour palettes they're used to? Maybe it's something entirely different. If we make those hues correspond with their personalities..." "I--I'll have no part in this! The last time something like this happened, everything--" "Ah-ah, don't worry."

Mimosa leaves Janus side to twirl next to Solaris, who makes an artful pose himself, as if framing the splotchy mess of a diorama in his hands.

"We have this one completely under control. Not like last time." "I'll make sure of it. Just a little bit of editing... ah, Mimosa, what if we..."

Janus can only move his head as the two take their leave, watching them scheme and snicker. He turns back to look at the model of the city. And in a scramble that almost makes him trip over his own feet, he rushes to his boxes of paints.

"--I have to at least put the base coat back on, or they really won't have anything at all!"

. . . . .

Welcome to another zany event for the fall season! It looks like Mimosa and Solaris aren't done causing trouble, but this time, it should be harmless. Right? (Right...?)

Taking inspiration from a creative mishap, the Stars have decided to effectively render the city in greyscale--including the people residing in it--to see what really makes everyone so colourful. Thankfully, most people will start with a base hue.

What does that mean, though? Here's a handy-dandy list of notes!

As soon as it strikes midnight that night, your muse will find that they've been completely greyscaled, save for one colour that represents who they are at their core, and only that colour! - Think of it like those 'what colour is your soul' quizzes. If your muse was only one hue, what would it be? For example, a character that is inherently cheery might turn completely yellow or pink, while a hot-headed character may turn red or orange to reflect their personality.

Your muse cannot help but feel and act whatever hue/personality they seem to be. However! The more your muse interacts with the people around them, the more colours (and feelings/facets of their personality) will open up to them. This will also physically reflect on them. - If your cheery yellow muse bumps into a sad, blue muse, you'll both have a new colour to express. Now you can feel happy (yellow) AND sad (blue)! And perhaps a sort of melancholy joy, like watching your best friend win that prize you wanted instead of you. Of course, you're happy for them, but sad you didn't win. - Or maybe those two colours mix into being green with envy... And suddenly, you have a new colour ;3

Any inanimate object your muse interacts with (except their Island Issued Cell Phone) will take on your muse's hue. Every step you take will leave a colourful footprint in its wake, every hand rail will have colourful handprints. More on that later.

With enough interactions and perspectives, your muse will be back to their old selves in no time! If, that is, they want to go back to their old selves at all. Maybe another colour palette suits them better than before...?

"It can't be that easy, though."

And, you're right! The experiment did more than reduce everyone to solid (or no) colours! Some other strange things are happening, too. Such as...

The NPCs of the city have not escaped unscathed. Unlike you, though, they have no hue to them at all. However, they'll absorb colours from your muses by proximity and action. - If your deep-green jealous muse is around, NPCs will turn deep-green too, and may want what you have--and might try to take it by force. But a calm mint-coloured muse may just leave you alone and soak up some vibes. - This extends to creatures of the island, too, so watch out!

Sources of water in the city (the ocean, lakes, ponds, swimming pools, etc) will wash away at least one colour from you. (You can still drink and cook with it without any effect, though.) Better not get caught in a rainstorm any time soon!

To combat this, you can find paint cans with a random colour paint in them around the city. You never know what you're going to get, though!

The city itself is completely greyscale, so navigating it might be a challenge without any colourful landmarks to stand out. That being said, your muse will leave colour wherever they go, like they're a giant paint roller. And so will everyone else's muses! Figuring out populated areas will be Very Easy, but you might get disoriented in places that don't get a lot of foot traffic.

These are the major issues...... for now :)

FAQ

"Do I have to pick a hue at the beginning? I can't decide on one."

It's entirely possible that your muse can start in greyscale, and just has No Personality. In that case, they'll take on the hue of the first person they interact with.

"What do we do if a colour has multiple associations with it?"

Each association of that colour is a valid one, and there are no incorrect colour associations. Each colour is whatever you need it to be in the moment. The definition of "red" for your muse may not match the "red" of your RP partner--and that's okay! What may be helpful is to make an event info post explaining your colour choice, how you interpret it, and how it would affect your character!

"Do we have to stick to basic colours like red, yellow, green, blue, etc?"

Nope. Maybe your muse is a mauve, emerald, beige, or aquamarine. Pick any colour you think is best for the moment!

"In theory, could we use the paint cans laying around to add hues to others by splashing them with it or something?"

PVP is enabled, if you want to be a menace! (with mun permission, of course)

"Is the comic in black and white for plot reasons?"

No, I'm just lazy :c

Have a question you don't see on here? You can message the Masterlist!

See you in a week! Make sure to get as many colour perspectives as you can, okay? :)

[sunliteve]

"Ah, Constantine! I'm so relieved to see you — but it's not safe here at all!!"

Outside a magnificent, wintery concert venue quite a visual step away from the shell-shaped Spiral Dome, Hiyori rushed to the familiar face. He stopped with a short distance between them, the unease weighing on his brow.

"This is a place I know from home, but something definitely isn't right about us being here now. We should leave immediately!"

@uwps001

[daxned]

@darkenforcer

"When I thought we'd meet again, I thought it would be during another part get-together." After all, in their first meeting she remembers he had promised something. Who would have thought this would be the reason they met.

She's tired of this whole swapping business and it looks like even the small sapling is too. It squeaks, long spindly limbs reaching upward. Oh, it's going off!

"You're complicated." But did she truly have any room to talk?

[innerbeast]

"frankly, the last place i wish to be is home. yet that's the strongest desire right now. quite unfortunate." ( klaus does not deserve to deal with me wearin' this face! )

[punishercross]

It was the boar, not the boy, who approached the priest first.

Looking somewhat desperate, he ran up, tugging on the priest's arm in an uncharacteristic display of ill manners.

Like as not, it's only with the boy holding the equally juvenile thoma approached, grabbing onto the boar's harness, that the priest may understand why the giant animal seemed like it needed an adult.

"Whoa, Razra, leave him a..." The boy's eyes flicker in a faint recognition as he lapses into silence.

"...Who're you?"

@punisheye

[amoirsetpacis]

★ --;; The landing isn't graceful.

With where it sits between the city proper and the desert dunes that so closely resemble home the Mistwood seems to be the place that continues to see Vash crashing through it, wood splintering and enormous trees marked by his impact, not for the first time.

He doesn't make it far; the last time he'd smashed a bike against one of the huge trunks had been ages ago, on the opposite end of the forest, so close to where it gave way to sand and rock. This time he hardly makes it past city limits before he's free-falling back to the hard earth. He just barely clears the tree-line, but that doesn't stop twigs and branches snagging his feathers on the way down. caught in the mass of them or yanking them free in equal measure.

Dirt and rock and foliage get kicked up into the air as Vash makes impact, amalgam of feathers and wings unable to soften the blow before his body lands shoulder-first into the crater of his own making, knocking all of the breath out of him. Pain ricochets down his spine, making him gasp with it, but it's nothing in comparison to the white hot pain that had already been zipping through his nerves the moment he'd fled from his own home.

Just as Vash had felt when he'd first caught sight of himself in that mirror, nothing but the colour of his hair had changed; that bone-deep exhaustion, having steadily grown in the past weeks from his own negligence of himself, hadn't left him. He feels like he's burning up from the inside out, a dying star, each nerve singed. Black flows freely from his nose, the corners of his eyes, lines like cracks in marble creeping up his jawline.

"I'm sorry," he gasps to himself, so quiet it's a wonder even he can hear himself, voice layered overtop of one another. For not having control of himself. For being the monster that he is. For breaking not only his promise to Wolfwood to stay, but the one to not burn himself up again as well. "I'm sorry."

@tornticket

[thegreatfraud]

@kleinstar

"See? I told you there no way he be here! I mean who in their right mind go to their job while in a literal dreamscape? Honestly with how chaotic things get i doubt he even at home. Can we go now? I wanna go do a job. We should be stealing the secret of the rich like that one Nolan movie. "

Huey and a black hair man arguing in front of a certain XXX store owner front door.

[Well find him you idiot! I thought you how to track people. I don't spend almost a decade raising you to be a asshole and not apologize. I mean it's one thing if he had it coming. Jeez that why you always had a hard time making friends.]

The two brother seem to not notice anybody nearby as they starting to pull each other faces and fighting like kids.

[eusarca]

"Hey, listen! This is incredible! Every time I open this box there's a bowl of a new kind of noodles!"

It was a normal cardboard box, blank but about the size of the average microwave. It was tilted on its side, and sure enough, when they next opened the flaps a new bowl was present and piping hot.

"Want some? I'm still only halfway through mine."

@ostentumm

[plantamagicae]

[ ❄️ ] it had now been a full day since the witch had began to display these strange vulpine physical traits. they were supposed to grand her some semblance of warmth, but, unfortunately it was still not enough.

plush tail remained wrapped around her dear palisman as she carefully studied the two branches that were gripped in each hand; she was completely lost as to how to manually start a flame... she didn't have any access to her magic although what good would plant magic do her in this situation except make her a warm cocoon of sorts.

ears slicked back against her skull as she just stood there. do you say a spell or something to make them catch on fire?

she gave clover a confused look who simply tilted her head to the side in response; she was as lost as willow.

[hanabisays]

BATTLE AT THE COLISEUM

@pratisodha -- @hollowfaith -- @crossfists

Wow, her team looks real strong. While part of her is excited to have found a team to be a part of, there's a small sense of pressure. She won't let them down.

"I've never been in a group battle before," She admits with a light laugh. It may have sounded funny. OKAY, she's nervous, alright? Speaking of nervous, she can't help but side-glance at the man with blond hair.

HOLY SHIT THAT'S THE ANGEL THAT'S GIVING MISTER ITADORI A HARD TIME.

There are two people here she's familiar with. The angel that gives Mister Itadori a hard time and Mister Klaus. She finds herself hesitant to turn her head to look up at---is he a robot? When hazel eyes meet the Omnic's, she cracks a friendly smile (as NON-AWKWARD as possible) and bows her head.

"U-Uhm! So I'm Hanabi! I don't have much going for me, really. I wanted to try my hands at the different tiers to kind of sharpen my skills! Uh, uh...." And this is why she never did like standing in front of people when doing her presentations at high school OR college, "I'm a shaman, errr, kinda. In a sense. It's complicated BUT I can use any sort of weapon as well as control things with my mind! AH, Like you, sir!" She gestures POLITELY at Aurelius with a big smile,

"But I'm also very good at hand-to-hand---" The young adult lowers half her body in a respectful and gracious bow, "Thank you for having me a part of your team I won't let you down."

[wingherc]

｢𓆄｣ "Hey! Everybody!"

"The shrimp at the hibachi grill is cooking!"

[isolaradiale]

"The subject of humanity has been a hotly debated one for a long time, in fact. For example: Ofiuco is not "human" but she had developed "humanity". One doesn't simply need to be a human to exhibit it. So under what circumstances might that "humanity" be tested? Perhaps... an event that must be survived at all costs? And can this humanity be retained if one's container is changed?"

It finally seemed like the cold winter's grasp was finally beginning to loosen its hold over the city. How was it that an island that had to be so relatively close to the equator even experienced winter in the way that it did? A question that plenty had asked themselves who lived in the city and yet the only answer was just to not worry about an answer.

At the stroke of midnight on that Friday night things began to seem odd. Had a new chill set in? Things became very cold very quickly, with frost gathering on windows and a terrible blizzard raging. But to make matters worse? Power across the entire city flickered and immediately shut off and communications were powered down. It became concerning because how would they brave the cold if it continued? Maybe things would look better in the morning?

It might have. If the morning ever came.

6am came and went. Then 8am. And 10am. And while the blizzard had finally calmed and opened up the sky, the Northern Lights that had emerged merely continued to dance across the starry sky. The city was frozen over and blanketed in an excess of snow. Everyone's lives were clearly at risk.

CHOOSE ONE... A GUARDIAN.

Everyone's phones should have been drained of their power and yet a voice called out from the phone's speaker. The screen would flicker to life it taken out, and options were displayed. Creatures. Animals. Were these supposed to be the "Guardians"? What did they do? Could they help? Who had sent them? With little other option, many began to make their choices and were rewarded with a warmth that allowed them to go on.

But with time? More than mere warmth would be provided to them. Accepting the help of a Guardian came with an undisclosed cost.

How much of your humanity are you willing to shed to survive?

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BRR... WHAT'S GOING ON?

Haunted by an eternal night, the entire island has fallen to a deep, dangerous cold overnight while simultaneously being buried in a heavy snow. The city's power and communications systems have also gone down with no signs of being restored anytime soon, making things rather dicey since temperatures are dropping as low as -37F (-35C). Adding to all of this? Abilities don't seem to be working. Needless to say this is a matter of survival.

But the city and the surrounding branches have become a proper arctic biome. While powerless buildings still tower high above, wildlife typical of a frozen climate that couldn't have even existed before thrives. And the night sky is filled with stars and the Northern Lights when not covered with snowy clouds.

And so it's a good thing that a mysterious benefactor has prepared a way for the citizens to survive. Taking temporary control of the otherwise inactive cellphones, they offer the people a choice. Choose a Guardian. And beneath that text? A list of animals that thrive in cold climates.

Upon selecting one of these animals you'll receive a number of benefits:

the extreme cold feels significantly less taxing, making surviving easier

you'll be able to sense others who have chosen a guardian nearby, making it easier to find and collaborate with others

you'll be able to sense sources of food, although in some cases it will need to be hunted

This all sounds convenient. Maybe a little too convenient for there not to be a trade off and, typical of the antics of the Stars, there is. As the minutes, hours, and days tick on it becomes difficult to ignore the signs. Perhaps your ears become similar to those of the Guardian you have selected, or maybe you grow similar fur at first. But with time these traits spread and worsen. And some instincts begin to develop that could hardly be considered "human". Seemingly you have borrowed the power of your guardian...

...But at the risk of becoming the very same critter you've selected. Because what can survive better in the extreme cold than a creature who evolved to thrive within it?

FAQ

Which animals can be chosen for our characters? You can select any animal so long as they survive in cold climates normally! Things like arctic foxes, snowy owls, seals, whales, penguins... You aren't limited to mammals alone so long as you abide by that rule when picking them! However they must be real animals that actually exist, not things like dragons or yetis.

How quickly do the side effects occur? It's up to you! You could have them onset immediately, or have them develop gradually over the event's course. There's no timeline beyond what you personally would like to do with them!

Can we choose more than one animal? Can we switch them mid-event? You cannot select more than one animal at a time. However you can swap your Guardian one time during the event if you aren't feeling it, or if you want to try something else.

What if my animal is already not a human and aren't affected by the cold enough to select a Guardian? The cold is so deep that it should be enough to bring about substantial risk for most citizens even if they aren't made uncomfortable by the cold itself. Machine lifeforms would function less efficiently, and even the more adept to the cold might struggle with all of the snow. If you need a reason to make your character select one, you can always speak with some friends or contact the masterlist for an idea in a worst case!

Do I need to select a Guardian for event participation? You don't! You could have your character not pick one at all. That said, you could also have them pick one and not show any side effects, as...

What is the minimum and maximum amount of side effects we can inflict on our characters? As mentioned previously side effects aren't required and you could leave your character unaltered! On the opposite end, you could completely shift your character into their Guardian animal if you'd like. Anything in between is fine too, so go as little or as hard as you would like!

"Instincts" are also mentioned. What would those entail? Essentially these would be things that would make them act more like the animal they are becoming. Like burying food in the snow to keep it safe, or hunting using certain methods if their animal is a born hunter. Again, these are optional and you could shift your character into an animal's form while retaining their human sense.

So powers aren't working during this event? Nope! But any weapons your character has retained are still available!

Would characters who are non-biological in nature gradually become biological? That's up to you! If that's an angle you'd like to explore with your character becoming flesh and blood then feel free!

Will the event have a part 2? No! However we will be posting "weather events" over the event's course that will change the conditions in the city in extreme ways temporarily, be it a blizzard or an even deeper chill. It isn't necessary to acknowledge these if you don't want to though!

When does the event end? The event ends at 11:59:59PM on Friday, March 29th.

[sunliteve]

"Bloody Mary~! You can relax! It's me, your most beloved person!"

As much as Hiyori (currently "Constantine") tried to coax her toward him from his place kneeling on the condo floor, she continued to shake and watch him nervously. She remained stuck directly to the leg of the one that looked like her "most beloved person" without a moment of hesitation.

"Don't look at me like that... I simply can't take it!"

Thoroughly depressed, he leaned forward and dropped his head onto the carpet. There were many things to question or regret in this situation, but nothing could be worse in this moment than his dog's rejection.

@uwps001

[faechivalrous]

As soon as Barghest had made the decision to participate in the games, she of course knew that there was no other option for her but to attempt the most difficult course the colosseum had to offer. What, was she going to beat down something hopelessly weaker than her? That would be both unbecoming of her and, to be quite honest, not even worth the scant effort it would take to do. She was doing this more for her own sake than anything else, working to keep her blade and her skills sharp while her access to both was normally painfully limited, but even the crowd would grow bored of a dull, effortless 'spectacle'.

Teams were recommended, of course; she had asked the receptionist if there was a possibility of taking on a Tier 3 challenge by herself, but after looking at her like she'd grown a second head, they simply stressed that teams were recommended at that level of difficulty. That she could work with; she had commanded troops before, existed as part of an imitation of a knight's order, even if the latter was more a collection of individuals that tolerated each other than a true band of comrades. The trouble was that she didn't particularly know who to ask.

Melusine was still here, as was Baobhan Sith, but she would rather not ask Melusine, and she frankly had doubts as to whether Baobhan Sith could handle Tier 3.

Luckily, there happened to be three other people in the lobby at the time with various levels of eagerness for a fight. Before long, the four of them are gathered in what could be called the colosseum's waiting room, Barghest crossing her arms underneath her chest as she gazes out towards her soon-to-be teammates.

"It's likely we'll face both close-range and long-distance combat here, along with whatever else the organizers see fit to send our way. If any of you have any weak points now would be the time to mention them." She declares. "It's not a matter of pride. We fae are averse to iron; if something is your iron, then I don't want to find out about it when it's in the middle of running you through."

-> @innerbeast !

[weavehearted]

@sneakfangs

"Ah, ah-- Keep your eyes closed just a moment longer. No peeking!"

Gale leads Astarion by the hand, only letting go when they reached their apartment door. he fumbles with the key, nearly dropping it from a mixture of excitement and nervousness. with little bits of their realm leaking through to their new surroundings, an idea had come to him rather quickly. one could argue the return of their abilities would be better spent aiding in an escape plan or perhaps defeating any pesky monsters that sometimes slipped through the portals, but to Gale, that all could wait.

give us a day, he thinks, to share in each others company in total comfort.

he pushes open the door and it is not the same apartment they were used to. a simple illusion, mere childs play for him, created a near exact replica of Gale's room back home. the sight almost makes him want to weep. the bookshelves and stacks of tomes, a fire crackling in the hearth, all of his statues and paintings and other such knickknacks exactly where he had left them. artificial sunlight peeks through the door to the terrace with all the warmth of the real thing, but with no risk of harming Astarion.

"Okay. You can open them."

Gale gestures to the room with a flourish, enthusiasm clear in his voice.

"Ta-daaa. A little piece of my home back in Waterdeep. I...I wanted to share it with you, while I am able to."