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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-05-15 05:49 pm

the sunken | part i



THE SUNKEN






Welcome to the first log of Arc VI: the Sunken, which covers 15 May – 2 June and doubles as a test drive meme.

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LOST AT SEA | TEST DRIVE TOURISTS


You wake, gasping, in a stormy sea, your thoughts slowed to a confused trickle. Skill, floating wood or a kindly stranger — who you can’t understand — help you to reach shore.

Villagers discover you collapsed on sand and provide critical (if rickety) communication and translation devices. They say you are in Sunken Yancai, a fishing village progressively overtaken by waters and cursed by the secretive ‘ladies of the lake’ to transit through time.

■ Rescuers group newcomers and supply questionable village couture, warm meals and accommodations in abandoned, half-flooded homes or spare small boats anchored in Yancai’s waterways. Huddle up, recover your strength and don’t think too hard on why your memories are hazy over the next three days.

■ Come morning, you visit village leader Quanze Tsaymien, then the sorceress Karsa — who explains you are otherworlders summoned into Akhuras by undead lords who wish to weaponise you in their battle against humans and one another. Karsa is an associate of the Merchant, who leads otherworlders towards ancient transport beacons east.

■ One such beacon rests dormant in Yancai. The group must infiltrate the village and wait a few weeks until it shifts to a point back in time when the beacon was active.

■ Newcomers are handed passport papers with their new identities in Yancai, where they may be known as a bankrupt merchant, perpetually drunk sailor, whale hunter, raft surveyor, mermaid who has just gained their legs, crab collector... feel free to invent a dutifully hilarious apt role for their seaside sojourn.


OLD TIMERS | THE DRIFTING


You dragged yourself here in a haze. You arrived long ago, as if in a dream. You were born and bred in this village. In truth, your memories of reaching lively Yancai feel nebulous and alarmingly inconsequential.

Characters are facilitated new identities and dwellings by the Merchant, or believe they have had them all along.

■ A weary Karsa warns to say nothing to party members with altered memories, until the sorcery that affects them runs its course.

■ Memory-altered characters progressively regain their memories within three to five days (by 20 May). They have their memories partially or fully back at night ( midnight to 5 a.m.). Throughout the day, memory regains can trigger migraines, eerie confusion and paranoia.

Hauntings begin once characters have fully regained their memories.

■ Once everyone is ‘back to normal,’ Karsa explains that Yancai periodically transits through time. The memory alterations are a magical solution endorsed by the village council, which ensures locals mentally weather these shifts. Villagers continue to blithely accept you as part of the community.


(DON'T) HOLD YOUR BREATH


Karsa reunites the existing party and newcomers, issuing first assignments. The Merchants’s information suggests the beacon of Yancai will be online once the village travels in time within weeks. A dubious Karsa asks the party to check on the beacon, located in the former House of Commerce of the largely inundated merchants’ district. Reach it by rowing boat.

■ Villagers say the Master of Commerce, a famous musician, took precautions against intruders.

■ All ground and lower floor entryways of the palatial House were boarded to restrict flooding. To enter, pick locks or climb the putrid stairwell towards upper balconies.

Inside, the hissing of running water — and, in the lower levels, of thin, slippery leeches whose bite numbs your limbs, while they attempt to feed. You seem to experience pronounced vertigo when entering any decaying rooms covered in black mould.

■ The beacon is located on a dais in the basement vault room, where water rises near 1 meter. Only a few scattered scrolls and golden decorations remain among decorations, while a large ceiling carving writes, greed deafens man to the cries of his conscience; music sets him free.

■ Some tiles of the marbled floor stand out as you wade — step on one, and all doors abruptly slam shut, while dozens of obscured holes in the wall start to rapidly spill water, threatening to fill the room to the ceiling within the hour. You hear the tinny, waning sound of a village song played from a hidden source.

■ To stop the pouring water and open the doors, sing the song you hear, or find the music box that produces it amid debris on the water-covered floors. Wind it, and it plays its song in reverse, revealing the voice of a laughing elderly man who says, Depressingly, Anurr was right to worry.

■ Don’t forget to check the beacon — and report back to Karsa that it looks structurally untarnished.


THEY SLEEP


After surprising revelations at previous citadels, Karsa tasks you to investigate just how… permanent death is in Yancai. Villagers share that their dead are buried in a strange rite at sea — part of which will take place within days.

■ The dead are ‘entombed’ in one-man sarcophagi ships with carved and chained lids that depict their likeness. These burial boats are set at sea on the first day of each season and return three months later.

■ Join the harbours around 22 May, when mourners gather to receive the burial boats. Characters must pretend to be greatly anguished relatives, acquaintances or debt collectors to join the grieving.

■ The boats float towards you, seemingly of their own volition. Gaze afar and spot a boat carrying a man in black — the same who haunts some characters — who observes until the last burial ship has reached the piers, before he disappears.

■ Sailors draw up the boats and unpeel the untouched chains and lids, to reveal… no corpses. Peer closer and find neither biological signs (stench, liquids) of discomposure, nor the magical chillness of spaces where cadavers have lingered long. Scratch marks litter the inside of some boat lids.

■ Mourners seem grateful that the waters have ‘accepted’ the bodies. Some say that their relatives whose boats have yet to return must have been stolen by the ‘ladies of the lake,’ a villainous witch coven. Speak to mourners or sailors for clues.

■ Linger long near opened burial boats, and you feel tempted to throw yourself into the sea, slowly losing consciousness — until someone rescues you.


AMONG US


On 25 May, village leader Quanze Tsaymien drags the chained and half feral mistress Miang-si to households and Yancai’s largest market square.

The young woman, he says, was seduced by the ladies of the lake — the furtive witch coven that condemned Yancai to time travel. Luckily, the village elders have… coaxed Miang-si back onto the righteous path.

Miang-si is brought door-to-door to point out her 'accomplices.' Ill at ease, villagers whisper of similar witch hunts leading to false accusations and blood-curdling repercussions.

■ Both men and women are suspected and brought before Miang-si. Perhaps she takes an eerie interest in you, getting especially close to catch your scent, touch or remark on (in)visible hurts, or even dotingly kiss you. If you whisper quickly while she’s near, you might be able to ask one question.

■ If you are patient and kind to Miang-si, she briefly squeezes your hand as she withdraws. Within the hour, you find blood writ on your palm that warns, Our fat moon rises red.

■ If you are agitated, or if Quanze rushes her during your visit, Miang-si erupts into sudden, side-splitting cackling — while you find yourself croaking like a toad, or transforming into one and retaining human speech. The spell dissolves after eight hours.

Quanze’s long-suffering men say this sorcery breaks faster if you kiss one of the curmudgeonly emerald toads that hide in some of Yancai’s lakes. Catch one such delightful, slime-spitting creature or barter it from merchants at a costly premium.


ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT


A full moon is set to rise within days of Miang-si’s visit, on 27 May — just as Yancai shows signs of time shifting. Villagers are prone to stilling and staring askance, seeming lost or adrift.

The village itself evolves: one moment, the same house appears freshly new, then drowned, while waterways overfill with water, then seem barren. Overall, the village deteriorates.

■ That day, the sun suffers a midday eclipse, while droves of black birds circle the woods and village outskirts, attacking those who come close.

■ The waters increasingly thicken and darken, preventing boats from entering certain waterways.

■ An exceedingly bright moon and a diffuse lunar replica rise with nightfall. Come midnight, the village is alive with the sounds of ripping, structural collapse and shrieks. Tar-covered corpses emerge from the waters, clawing on and climbing up piers. They swarm, drawing passers-by into waters to drown them. Help them — and foremost, yourself.

■ Light and fire keep the dead at bay. On some waterways, wildfire now spells, WHAT IS WET WAS WRONGED

■ Weaker alone, fresh corpses climb into your rowing boat, pretending they are innocents who seek shelter. They betray themselves by speaking very slowly, struggling to keep track of the conversation or obliviously peppering it with details of their death. They stubbornly ask questions about you, repeating your answers, and become violent if you say they are dead. Push them into the water at first opportunity.

Quanze Tsaymien and other men of the village take arms, urging villagers to barricade in the nearest home, harbour or warehouse and weather the night. They advise to be silent and beware the dead who imitate living voices, warning not to touch any black mould or water that suddenly appear in your home — which alert the dead of your presence within.

■ Some dead try to tear you apart, while others seek to feed you a disgusting, tar-like black mould. A small taste of it makes you sluggish and feeble for two-three hours, while an entire fistful can kill.

■ If the undead infiltrate your house, hold your breath, do not move and keep from screaming. The dead have weak sight and olfactory senses and might pass you by, as long as you stay silent. It can be more efficient to fool than kill the dead.

■ By 5 a.m., houses start to replenish themselves, gaining a new appearance, while water and mould retreat. The dead withdraw into waterways. Outside doors have been marked with blood: vertical lines tell how many living people remain inside; horizontal ones count how many within died overnight.

■ You step to seize a brave new day — while Yancai enters a new time period (further details due in the next plot update).


NOTES

■ The game enabling meme goes up on 25 May.

Hit up available NPCs here or in their new inbox!

QUESTIONS.

weifinder: (ask | don't you ever leave me alone)

[personal profile] weifinder 2023-05-29 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He gestures to the structure in the dias with him, but his eyes are trained down.

"This is, but here, do you see this too?"

He crouches down, indicating to fingerprints in the dust, dirt left behind.

"Someone's been here recently, before us."
somebadnews: (264)

afterward

[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-05-29 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Five watches as another local leaves the house, looking unnerved by whatever curse they most likely visited to address. It wasn't long after they arrived that he'd heard what job they'd assigned his friend, and it seemed so on the nose that he wondered if the Merchant had more insight into their conversations than he suspects.

If that weren't enough, a blink inside is proof that Wrath is home. A familiar cold radiates from the walls, and while encouraging, that doesn't mean that he's been cured of his inconvenient memory problems. It's disturbing that it touched even a demon, and yet spared Five. For once.

He's uncharacteristically hopeful by the time he spots Wrath, even if he is in an understandably bad mood. They have things to discuss.

"Business has been going well, I see."
somebadnews: (154)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-05-29 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The weird thing is that Five doesn't feel a strong desire to leave either, but he brushes it off as being relieved that they're successfully out of Hell and finally off that damned train. As much as he misses the unlimited coffee. ]

Great. Maybe I could talk to them too. [ Although he's already making assumptions. ] I didn't say anything about leaving. You're obviously settled.

[ A small glance behind her. ]

Mind if I ask you what it is you enjoy so much about it?
somebadnews: (206)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-05-29 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sure, just tell him that he had a nice talk to a mosquito and it was intelligent enough to understand. No way he doesn't command them. But he'll take tea, even if he'd rather have coffee. It's been a long day of door-to-door harassment. ]

That makes one of you. [ Really shows how he's been strapped for sane company, because he's going to ask an opinion. ] What do you make of it?
datapoint: (pic#11947731)

[personal profile] datapoint 2023-05-29 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aloy is about to (rudely) ask what he means about feeling her soul, because that sounds very fake, but then he has to go ahead and fall halfway through the floor.

She quickly scrambles back up the stairs to help him, grabbing him by the arms to try and pull him out. She's not sure if he can fall even further through the rotted wood, but she doesn't want to wait and find out.]


I got you—
nachocheese: (Default)

[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-05-29 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nacho steps up to the forefront. Not in front of America, but beside her. She can take care of herself — he knows that — but he doesn't trust any of this. He narrows his eyes distrustfully at Five. ]

Yeah, sorry, man. Nobody else is here right now. Just us.

[ He crosses his arms over his chest. ]

And this one here, she's tough... but she's young. So either get to the point or [ he makes a phwhit! sound and gestures off into the distance with a jerk of his hand ]

[ Then to America, in Spanish: ] I don't trust him.
nachocheese: (witness)

it's perfect :3

[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-05-29 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He can feel the warmth of her underneath him. He wonders if she can feel, or maybe even hear, the rapid thudding of his heart. It feels like it's trying to break free of his chest.

Clara is indeed impressively quiet; Nacho is silently amazed that she was able to sneak in as well as she did. Impressed, but also a little bit concerned, and part of him maybe wants to scold her. What the hell did she think she was doing, coming here all by herself?

He can't deny he's glad to see her, though. The smell of her pinned underneath him is a small comfort in this situation, but it is still a comfort.

The food of one of the undead drags across the tavern floor, making a scraping sound. Nacho remains silent and still, on top of Clara.
traumatology: (086)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-05-29 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
You might have me beat on powerful punches.

( so, you know, enjoy that compliment. he comes closer to the star, trying to peek into it. )

You know where you're sending them?
traumatology: (HlMWmJu)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-05-29 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( somewhere in the mess that is his head, he knows what she's trying to do and he doesn't feel like being philosophical. )

You know who.

( she'd heard of him, he's sure. the man he was and always would be. )
rehandle: (100)

🕸 the drifting - markets.

[personal profile] rehandle 2023-05-29 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The shove, abrupt and unfocused, catches him briefly off guard - it's not enough to knock him truly off balance, but it's certainly enough to nudge him against the wooden plank of a nearby railing whose merciful presence spares him the indignity of a sudden plunge into bracing waters.

It's with raised brow and arms full of thick, coiled rope that Stephen turns his gaze toward whoever just knocked into him... ah. The widow woman. He's seen her before, inevitable in a village this size, but considerably less inevitable has been the depth of his sympathy for her. They're not close, they've barely really spoken - he's even lost track of her family name - but all the same and especially now in such close quarters he feels a responsibility for her, for her grief, that clenches uncomfortably in his chest.

That softens whatever his reaction might have been. He hefts his rope into a firmer hold, leans himself away from the plank that saved him a plunge and - after a quick glance out to notice the likely cause of their collision - nods backwards over his shoulder. ]


This way. There's a vendor route to the harbour that'll cut you back into the market from another angle.

[ And he half-turns, looking back at her, ready and waiting to lead the way. ]
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Shen Yuan | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System/CRAU | Tourist

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-05-29 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Arrival

Cold and soaking wet, his thoughts confused and memory hazy, on some level Shen Yuan can nevertheless appreciate the irony of washing up on a strange shore with no clear idea as to how he got there. This is what, the second time? Or possible the third. The gods of the multiverse must all be writing from the same playbook.

He cooperates gratefully with the villager who escorts him to a small, half-ruined shack, offers him towels and dry clothes, and leaves him there with a bowl of some kind of fish soup to sip from. About halfway through that he's come back to himself well enough to start really paying attention to his surroundings -- and to be a little shit about it, too. So when he registers the presence of someone sitting nearby and staring at him, he smiles and says, "If you take a picture, I expect it will last longer."
westviews: (PURSED)

[personal profile] westviews 2023-05-29 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sassy. A good sign, maybe.]

You're not the Winter Soldier anymore. I didn't get thrown into the Raft for him.

[Not that she particularly knew him, then.]

I wanted to help my friend that thought you were worth fighting for. Pretty sure that wasn't the Winter Soldier.
xiaoxiuya: made by mdzspring (Default)

Shen Yuan | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System/CRAU | Tourist

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-05-29 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
i: The Drifting

He may not know what to do with it, but Shen Yuan does -- or at least he thinks he might. Did he actually live out that scene of playing music for a cursed sect leader to placate his heart demons, or was it something he read in a book? He can't tell. But he knows he knows the guqin.

He kneels down in front of the man, smiling in greeting as he reaches out to pick it up and study it, gently running a hand down its body to check the smoothness of the grain. "Beautiful work," he says happily. "How do you plan to make its strings? I don't think I've seen any silk here so far, though I could be mistaken."
wantshappiness: (neutral || would you like to eat lunch t)

[personal profile] wantshappiness 2023-05-29 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She grabs onto that with all the gusto of someone who has been quietly dying inside with every dish they pushed out to customers.

"We can probably tell him to take a break. He has been working very hard." But also, "chowder sounds good. I don't think I've ever made it before."
wantshappiness: (sad || resolution)

[personal profile] wantshappiness 2023-05-29 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe he didn't hear or maybe he thought he misheard. Maybe he wasn't sensitive to these things at all.

She hadn't considered it, but now that she'd started panicking, it was hard to think through it calmly.]


I'm fine. I just...I just didn't sleep well, I guess.

[She still backs up like she's going to leave but then she pauses. What if she leaves and the ghost comes back? She glances again at the mask.]
wooden_one: (neutral | worried resting bitch face)

[personal profile] wooden_one 2023-05-29 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
During the day, I saw a woman. She spoke with the voice of someone I knew.
wooden_one: (neutral | what now)

[personal profile] wooden_one 2023-05-29 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"What are you bowing for?" He sounds almost dismissive. As far as he was concerned, no thanks were needed...though it eased his heart a little, to see that his words had a positive effect. "I was only saying what needs to be said."

"You are young and if those great people allow you to follow them it must be because they see potential."
wooden_one: (smile | it's good)

[personal profile] wooden_one 2023-05-29 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He's surprised when someone suddenly sits in front of him. Normally, he would deflect the complement in a way that came off as dismissive and cold. But with his memories altered, he actually smiled a little.

"Thank you." He ran his fingers over a minor imperfection in a corner, barely noticeable but all the more glaring to him for it. "There is still room for improvement."

He didn't remember what the strings were made of but when it's brought up, he did remember. Yes. Silk. That's the material needed.

"Cotton fibers lack strength." He murmured to himself before shaking his head. "I hadn't planned that far ahead yet."
xiaoxiuya: (gay little smile)

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-05-30 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Isn't there always?" Shen Yuan laughs quietly. "How does that saying go? 'Only those who are dead are perfect, only those who haven't yet been born are without flaw?' But about those strings..."

He strokes a line down the board where the outermost string would go. "Some foreign instruments use tanned strings of animal gut," he ponders out loud. "But I'm sure there's some trick of making them that I don't know about. And using animal parts...who knows what that would do to the energies involved, if you wanted to use the instrument for musical cultivation...you are a cultivator, right?" he asks with another laugh, gesturing to his own ass-length hair, currently left to hang loose down his back. "You kind of have that look about you, sorry for making assumptions."
rumorate: (117)

[personal profile] rumorate 2023-05-30 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She shakes her head.]

Just since we got our memories back. It was also happening when I was home, but it hadn't since I came back here. Wasn't really sure what to make of it, but he wasn't trying to talk me over a bridge or anything, so I figured wouldn't hurt to talk to him.

[It's clear that she misses him. Even if she doesn't get to have him for very long, a little bit is enough.]
somebadnews: (258)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-05-30 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ On the surface that really doesn't sound the same at all. ]

They couldn't have just sounded similar?
somebadnews: (201)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-05-30 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ His head tilts as all of his focus lands on her. It's terrible that he'd rather assume she was hallucinating back home and it wasn't some side effect of what he did. Whatever is happening here is different.

Ray is probably the one person she'd want to see most, aside from her daughter. It'd be easy to exploit. ]


What did you talk about?
rumorate: (16)

[personal profile] rumorate 2023-05-30 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
" ... Sure."

Pirates are nothing if not willing to farm out unnecessary chores. She glances back over her shoulder, trying to see what's on the deck for her to do. There's probably something, she just needs to think about it for a moment.

"C'mon up. We'll see what we've got for you to do."
rumorate: (Default)

[personal profile] rumorate 2023-05-30 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She shrugs as she tries to play back the conversations.]

He asks me to have a drink with him. He asks me about my day. He's only usually here for a few minutes, so we don't get much father than that.