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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.

lanclan: (50)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-16 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It is quite the little sight to behold, watching as she scribbles down what he has said. Is she worried, he wonders, that she will forget? He would not be mad.

"Yunmeng is a region, also. Yunmeng Jiang Clan are the ruling sect there at Lotus Pier."

He waits for her to write again, then gently asks,

"Is there a reason you are taking notes?"
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (8)

Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] blackscales 2023-05-16 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Hullo me again!

"The waters increasingly thicken and darken"

Is there anything familiar about this dark water? Does it sense, to the magically sensitive, like dark water they've seen before in previous arcs?
twelfthsong: (Default)

the doctor (12) | doctor who | tourist

[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-16 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Top levels below. Happy to write prose or brackets - I'll follow your lead. Feel free to toss me a wildcard as well! ]
twelfthsong: (pic#16240775)

— lost at sea

[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-16 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When the Doctor had asked the TARDIS where the swimming pool had gone, getting violently thrown out of her into the time vortex and surfacing (spluttering is more like it) in an actual sea, isn’t quite the punchline he had been expecting.

Later on when he comes to and most of the briny sea has been expunged from his lungs, he might find some humour in it before realising that this is decidedly not a joke. And even though the circumstances of his kidnapping are angry eyebrow inducing, and it’s concerning that he can’t find the TARDIS, his sonic screwdriver is no longer sonic, and that when he unfurls his psychic paper, he finds the equivalent of a sandbox between its pages that will probably take several millennia to be rid of, there’s a hum of energy about him at the mention of the beacon shifting. Shifting can only denote time, and is he really a Time Lord if he isn’t intrigued at the possibility of a time based mystery? It's as if a million piece puzzle has been dumped in front of him and he’s delighted that he can’t leave until it’s solved.

He has no intention of being used in a war. But he fully intends on sticking around long enough to understand what picture these pieces make.

…Or rather he would, were it not for the buckets on buckets of oysters he’s suddenly found himself surrounded with along with his absurd new job title. He’s muttering rather loudly to himself at the end of one of the piers, furiously shucking oysters. Their shells mostly miss the empty bucket, littering the pier and occasionally flying and pegging one of the fishermen below. Don’t get too close; you might get pegged in the head with a shell too. ]


Shucker? These undead lords are certainly using a Time Lord to the best of their abilities, aren’t they? No one even needs this many oysters. Certainly not undead lords.
Edited 2023-05-16 20:28 (UTC)
twelfthsong: (92)

— among us

[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-16 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shouldn’t be surprised that he’s turned into a toad. Even with two thousand years and then some under his belt, many absurd firsts have happened to him. The prospect of brand new things is what gets him out of bed every day. Or rather, it would if he slept – but you get the idea. However as he sits there croaking (you guessed it) furiously, he can say with certainty that this is a first he’d prefer never to experience again.

Magic is a difficult thing for him to wrap his mind around. Time Lords are analytical. Structurical in their nature and thinking. Magic is all whimsy, not even suitable fodder for looming stories because that only encourages behaviours that are decidedly not practically immortal beings that oversee time. Then again, he’s never been your typical Time Lord and in other circumstances (read: if someone else were turned into a toad in front of him) might find this fascinating but alas, old habits die hard. But maybe it’s less that he doesn’t understand magic and more like he’s just upset about being turned into a toad. Somewhere from the pile of clothing on the floor, an annoyed Scottish voice sounds as Miang-si’s cackle fades as she’s paraded further down the street. ]


Why am I the only one who’s been turned into a toad?

[ Or maybe you’ve missed the show of a Time Lord being transformed into a toad completely.

He’s somehow escaped the confines of whatever house he’d been in, determined as ever to continue in his understanding of this strange world. Lack of height and needing to stay moist aren’t road blockers for him! A cat hunting toads in the streets though? He hadn’t seen that one coming. You might hear something that sounds like a cry for help – or maybe it’s a Scottish sounding man yelling at a cat to stay away. But when you look around, you’ll only be greeted with a toad leaping as if his life depended on it into your bag/coat pocket/atop your head before a cat comes careening around the corner towards you. ]

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[personal profile] moonsounds 2023-05-16 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ruka doesn't look up at the question, though her pencil (or pen, or whatever they gave her) pauses mid-stroke for a second before it resumes.

"I... have an illness," she starts, glancing up at him briefly. "it's not contagious. It's endemic only to the island I lived on and its people." For now, anyhow, and also she's not at the point where it'd be contagious so, you know, not technically a lie. She looks back down at the paper.

"It's called Moonlight Syndrome and one of the symptoms is memory loss." She makes notes about it, too, as she talks, clinical and wooden, like she's reciting a medical paper. "Sleepwalking, the affliction getting better or worse with the phases of the moon, obsession with the moon, fear of mirrors, obsessive behavior, externalizing the self." A pause and she adds, "death. Eventually."

She rolls her shoulder to relieve the slight ache forming from hunching over the paper. "My recent memory hasn't started being affected, but it's an old habit from when I was first diagnosed. Just in case." Ruka looks up at him, titling her head. "If there's something you don't want me to remember, I won't write it."

Her memory was fine for now, but if it ever started progressing again... Well, she wanted to be on the safe side.
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— ill met by moonlight

[personal profile] twelfthsong 2023-05-16 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Need a hand? Or a boat rather?

[ A wry, almost amused voice is the first thing you hear as you’re pulled into the tiny little rowboat. Illuminated in the moonlight, an older looking man with very expressive eyebrows looks down at you. He isn’t alone however.

A shivering mass is huddled at the far end of the rowboat which really isn’t that far at all considering the size. They clutch at their rags, their eyes stare, unblinking between you and the Doctor. You may get the feeling that something is distinctly off, or maybe you don’t. Maybe the thing that's off is how the Doctor effectively seems to be rather unbothered. Instead of being concerned or scared that his surroundings have turned into a watery hellscape, he’s acting more like this is a leisurely boat ride on a moonlit lake. ]


Might be a bit snug but I’m sure my companion and I can make some room, can’t we?

[ A croak of a voice emits from blue lips, eyes darting immediately to the new arrival. They're a beat too slow in answering, their head jerking into something akin to a nod. ]

Can’t we?
lanclan: (26)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-16 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, such a terrible affliction for someone so young. He nods his understanding after listening, his gaze softer.

"You may take notes on anything I say, if you wish. In return, however, I must ask you questions about your home. We are as mysterious to each other as two clams in different rivers."
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[personal profile] moonsounds 2023-05-16 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Two clams in different rivers." She echoes him quietly, looking amused before she nods.

"I don't mind. I'm afraid there's still a lot of gaps in my memory, but I'll tell you all I can. It'll help me, too." Sometimes things popped up as she talked, which helped far more than sitting and trying to think about it for hours.

"What do you want to know?"
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-16 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Something that won't be too invasive, hmmm ...

"Can you tell me about your home, the island?"
westviews: (DRINK)

wanda maximoff | mcu | old timer

[personal profile] westviews 2023-05-16 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Feel free to hit up my plotting comment if you want something in particular, otherwise prompts are open! Role details here.]
downswing: (tide will break)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-16 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)


Lords of death. ( Necromancers, by any other name, themselves deceased. He had not thought such combinations possible, and yet, time has taught irredeemably. ) Their successors or parting curses.

( An inheritance of rot and tarnish, sickness and resurgence. They have no time for explanations, the next wave of deadened things threatening deluge, until, retreating, the spears of Lan Wangji's ribs nearly stab Xichen from behind.

The roofs. His gaze flies each way, landing on the first spread of rooftile that sprawls without hint of hole or fissure, or rot that might lead to collapse. He nods, then — hesitantly: )


Northwest. Lead. ( They know all too well Lan Wangji cannot leave the sect leader exposed. )

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[personal profile] moonsounds 2023-05-16 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ruka's quiet for a long moment, considering what to say. "It's called Rogetsu Isle-- it means 'Hazy Moon.' It's the largest island in the Rogetsu Archipelago."

Her brow furrows slightly and she looks back down at the paper, half-heartedly sketching out a rounded stage. "Every ten years, on September 17th, there's a lunar eclipse and a special ceremony called the Rogetsu Kagura that's performed to honor the dead. A priestess and 5 Organs-- Instrumentalists--do a special song and dance. It became pretty popular.

And... Masks. It became famous for its crafts, with the mask making at its center. The masks were a huge part of the island, they were everywhere. At the Kagura, it was mandatory for everyone to wear a mask, visitors and islanders alike, and no two masks were ever the same."
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If fleeing in a hurry means Wangji follows in one too, he's all for it. Xichen keeps a weather eye on his brother as they navigate the less rotted rooftops to head northwest, looking for somewhere relatively safe where they can drop to the ground; he leaves that call to Wangji who knows this place better. Which, really, begs the question as they travel ... ]

How long have you been here?

[ To know it so well. ]
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (13)

Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] blackscales 2023-05-16 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
This bad ex won't stop turning up everywhere they go

There were tar creatures in the volcano in Ke-Waihu that were feral, and shape-shifting tar creatures later -- is the tar on the corpses reminiscent of that?
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Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] blackscales 2023-05-16 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I was thinking the creatures in the volcano too, they weren't made out of tar right? They were mutated animal-people with bonus tar? Or am I recalling wrong
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-16 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"What did you decorate your mask to look like, Lady?"

He sits patiently, sipping only intermittently at his soup which holds no great interest for him. Beyond encouraging her to eat, Xichen has little appetite of his own and prefers to listen to her tales.
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (13)

Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] blackscales 2023-05-16 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooh OK. Yeah he only knows about two of those, but good to know it's the same Vibe.

Black Slime Bad.
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the drifting

[personal profile] westviews 2023-05-16 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[In the earliest days, Wanda moves around as if she's always been here, because to her recollection, this is where she was born and raised. She offers brief smiles to those that pass her, maybe the occasional tilt of her head if something seems different, but she seems mostly content to meander about on days when she's not needed to mind children. Vaguely spooky lighthouse? Home sweet home, and she's only mildly suspicious of people coming to check it out.

Everything is fine until the headaches come. Little bursts of pain, here and there. Easily written off. A growing sense of things amiss. It's not until a handful of days in that her vision grays out with the throbbing of her temples, and she nearly falls with the sudden wave of pain.]


Sorry. [She's making a scene or being grabbed by someone meaning to help or accidentally grabbing someone herself--] I'm okay.
westviews: (PARK)

(don't) hold your breath

[personal profile] westviews 2023-05-16 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
What is that?

[Look, someone is over all the gross creatures of this world. Wanda eyes the leeches that roam freely with open disgust.]

There's always something in the water, or worms of some kind, or...

[She shakes her head.]

Watch yourself, I guess.
downswing: (brokerage)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-16 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)


Days within the village. ( This, rasped, wind lashing his cheek, the sea's eerie quiet making a farce of the battle above. Xichen leads — he gives chase, qi lubricating his speed, his agility. Tiles crack, snap and break upon landing. He tries his footing, precarious but settled.

Here, then, their shelter. A moon careless and cold, smiling large above. Her sister, grinning bloody. He feels as they are, a mere spectator of carnage. )

Two years, this world whole. ( His heart is the mould that covered the dead below, is the fissures of the rooftop. ) You are as remembered.