EVENT LOG: FOURTH WALL!

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE literally anyone and everyone ever
What: the mingle log for the Ain't Nobody Got Time F'That event!
When: Days 464-466 ( June 15-20 )
Where: anywhere in the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

June 15-16 / Day 464:

Not long after sunrise on Day 464, the air in the city will become briefly charged with magic. It will feel something like static electricity, hanging noticeably before dissipating suddenly a half-minute later. This will mark the beginning of the Visitor's Event! Starting then, characters old and new will begin to tumble into the city. They may appear anywhere there is room for them: in the middle of the street, on top of the Ferris Wheel in Hel's creepy amusement park, in the Comfort House, or ten feet in the air above the lake! Visitors may appear at any point during the duration of the event.

The city's natives will begin to usher them to the courtyard of the palace at the center of the city, where Freyr and the Welcoming Committee will have set up stations. This is where they will be given a bracelet to allow them to communicate with the network and reside safely in the city, provided with food and drink, and given camping supplies - basic tents and sleeping bags - if they choose to stay in the courtyard.

June 17-18 / Day 465:

A minute after midnight, all characters in the city - including the freshly arrived Visitors - may notice something a little odd: a soft, warm glow through their shirts, right at the center of their chests. The light will fade, but it isn't quite finished yet. Starting then, threads of light with that same gold glow will lead from their wrists, beginning as intangible bracelets of light and leading them with anyone they have a "connection" with; what exactly that "connection" is is up to you! It could be romantic interest, or simply belonging to the same world, or sharing a favourite colour. Anything is viable, and they can have "connections" with as many or as few people as you'd like. The closer they get to the person they are bound to, the more brilliant the light. Physical touch will stop the light, and will also bring a sense of something like completion, contentment. When characters close their eyes, the glow of the strings is a soft, gentle one, akin to a nightlight.

The lights are not permanent, and seem to flicker to life and back off again arbitrarily. Your character may have one connection at noon that splinters to fifteen later that afternoon, and then none at all that night. Not all connections will always be "on," and you are welcome to play with this at your discretion! Please note: They will only ever be formed as a result of feelings your character already has - they will not create new ones.

That night, in the Castle Courtyard, Freyr will build an enormous, contained bonfire beneath the Great Oak Tree Merlin planted during an earlier celebration. Things may be rationed, but modest snacks and drinks will still be provided. He will encourage storytelling, games and riddles, and a general welcoming, since who knows how long these new Visitors will be here for, right? Mellow gold lights in the same shade as the ties between the Travelers and Visitors, among other things, will decorate the area to give it a sense of warmth and peace.

June 19-20 / Day 466

Day 466 brings a gentle rain onto the city. Awnings and canopies will be set up in the castle courtyard for shelter, and the Welcoming Committee will continue to operate the bracelet and supply stations for any latecoming Visitors. That evening, a god will make a post to the network, giving notice that the Visitors will soon be sent home, so that people should say their goodbyes. After the given time, they will flicker and then disappear. The strings of light between people will begin to fade at this time as well, a gentle tapering off for a few hours until they are gone for good.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for our second Fourth Wall Event! All rules and guidelines can be found on the information post; please do feel free to ask if you're unsure about anything. We'll make an overflow log if the need arises. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the date and location in the title of your comment. Let us know if you have any questions, and have fun! ]

Comments

Flavia Auditore | Assassin's Creed | All Days - Open

[eagleschild]

464

[ This...is all very concerning. Papà had told her to stay where he could see her, and now...now she can't see him, not anywhere! Utterly lost and a little afraid, Flavia plucks nervously at her skirts. It isn't Firenze, that much is certain. Perhaps she'll just take a look around for a moment, see what there is to see in the place? Sì, that sounds like a good idea, and it serves her well when a kindly Native shepherds her to the castle courtyard not a short time later. She turns her wrist this way and that, taken with the gleaming bracelet. Now, though. Now what? ]

465

[ Well good, papà was an easy find yesterday, and today is a new day. She'd like to see more of the city, and pokes around the Needle in a Haystack with barely-contained patience, sniffing spices, sipping at the tea that Saulè made her, shadowing the shopkeepers and trying her level best to charm everyone with her energy and verve. ]

464 :U

[sicarius]

[He'd seen the new faces rather quickly, and had to wonder if it was once again that time for newcomers. This, however, was different- there were so many of them, and while most would be making their way to the districts by now, many of these have only temporary things with them.

Ezio grabs Gracja from the shop, the both of them carrying some supplies to assist those who've just arrived. They seem to be coming from the castle, and so he settles close to there, and close enough for a certain young one to hear him talk to both natives and those who are bewildered at their sudden arrival.

Gracja asks at one point, Ezio, do you recognize anyone? From your home? She receives a smile for her question, and he chuckles.]

Not yet, but the day is still young, Gracja. If we are to see someone I know, it will require la pazienza.

PADRE

[eagleschild]

[ She's met and spoken with a few people while milling around, including a nice couple and their toddler son, who reminds her very much of Marcello, but for all that she's happy for them and their reunion, Flavia is starting to really worry about her own parents. Papà especially, he will be so disappointed in her for wandering off.

But wait. Her ears perk up at another voice in the crowd, low and distinct, richly accented and sounding just like- ]

PAPA!

[ Flavia zeroes in on Ezio like a heat-seeking missile, throwing her arms around his waist from behind with a squeal, contrite and relieved in equal measure while she buries her face in the small of his back. Oh thank goodness. ]

Mi dispiace, papà!

FIGLIA

[sicarius]

[The small arms that wrap around his waist cause Ezio to freeze right where he is, Gracja noticing right away that Mentor is caught unaware. He'd heard the voice call out, but thought it belonged to someone else- it was common to hear for children crying out for their families. Only as he hears the words again does he feel a lump jump to his throat, and he looks down, finally, to the small child who clings to him like a barnacle.

The Italian says nothing at first, but studies her as the seconds pass, eyes wanting believe what his heart is already screaming at him that says it is true. Brown hair, eyes that are gentle and kind, a nose that strikingly resembles his own, laughter that reminds him of his days in Florence when he was a boy. He has never seen her before, but he does not need an image to know who is currently attached.

It's his daughter.

His face erupts into the widest smile, for fathers do not need to know what their child looks like, they simply know when it is their child. This is no different. She is beautiful, everyone about her radiates the sun and his heart swells with joy at the sight of her. She is so much more than he could ever imagine, and he has no words to describe the feelings he currently is swimming in.]

Buongiorno, Flavia.

[The words are soft, gently spoken, almost as if he worries that the slightest touch from him will make her break into a million pieces and disappear right before him. He knows his future includes a wife and a child, but never in a million years would he have expected even one of them to be brought to him.]

[eagleschild]

[ She's never ever going to let him go, okay, he's her rock and her papà and-

Oh. He looks completely different. At first she's mortified, in the way all children are when they mistake a stranger for one of their parents, but his eyes crinkle the same when he smiles the same smile she's known since she was a baby, and his voice is unmistakeable. Flavia takes him in in shock, venturing the first thing that pops into her head with an infectious grin. ]

You're so hairy, papà.

[ Come here, lean closer so she can put her hands in your hair. When did he grow all of this? When did he become a younger man? ]

465

[emergingspirit]

[The sudden influx of new people wouldn't necessarily be a big deal except that there are so many of them. As the newcomers explore the city and the shops within, Connor's done what he can to help out, even if he isn't always considered the friendliest of men.

There is, however, one group of newcomers he's had no problem with, a group he's adapted to with a certain measure of ease: the children.

Connor walks by Flavia casually while she inspects yet another container of spices and ever so casually plops a piece of hard candy into her hand.]

!!!

[eagleschild]

[ She reads the little label to herself, inspecting the small green pods within. 'Cardamom'? Huh. What would this be for? Flavia looks up when Connor passes, then to the candy in her hand. Replacing the lid on the jar, she scampers after him, beaming brightly. ]

Grazie, Connor!

[emergingspirit]

You are very welcome.

[He likes Flavia, she's a sweet child who clearly takes after her father in many ways. Quick, observant, clever. Which is why Connor's going to lie to her.]

There is a box I need to get from the back, but I am not tall enough to reach it. Would you mind sitting on my shoulders and helping me?

[Ok, it's not really a lie when they both know what he's doing.]

[eagleschild]

[ Grinning at him, she delicately unwraps the wax paper to pop the treat in her mouth, pocketing the wrapper. Flavia finds it a little hard to believe Connor, considering how very tall he is (he's taller than papà!). Skeptical, but knowing what he's playing at, she nods. ]

Mm-hmm!

[ Now pick her up, please, so she can see things from a giant's point of view. ]

[sonofsonofnone]

[Darim is a fairly fearless child; it comes from being well loved and protected and always being greeted with smiles (except from that one man with the beard but he doesn't see him very often), but even so, suddenly finding yourself in a strange new place surrounded by unfamiliar faces is a little unsettling. The bracelet was enough to distract him briefly, but now he's getting hungry and Mama and Baba are nowhere to be seen.

So of course, he goes exploring.

Until he gets distracted by a big bunch of daisies growing between a crack in the flagstones.

Well. Exploring will have to wait.]

[eagleschild]

[ It was hard not to notice the little boy, he immediately pings her for her baby brother, Marcello. Flavia glances around- are there no grown-ups he belongs to? Oh, he's toddling away, and it's that sisterly, protective instincts that hurry her after him, crouching beside Darim when he pauses to play with the flowers. ]

Baby, baby... they are pretty, no?

[ She reaches over, bending one of the taller stems to tickle his arm with a blossom. ]

[sonofsonofnone]

[Darim jumps a little, and gives her the sort of judgmental stare that only a toddler can pull off before he breaks into a big, happy smile.]

Fwower, look!

[He reaches out and grabs the blossom, almost crushing it with a chubby fist.]

[eagleschild]

Gentle, baby, gentle- you smell them, see?

[ She sweeps her hair back with a hand like she's often seen her mother do, and puts her nose in the bright yellow center, taking a whiff. It doesn't smell like much, a hint of hot sunshine and clean, leafy green, but she smiles encouragingly at him nonetheless. ]

[emulation]

[Katie doesn't have much of a hard time spotting all the newcomers, but it's the young girl who catches her attention the most. She remembers what it was like coming here, being in a place you know nothing of surrounded by people you've never met.

Carefully, she approaches.]

Hey. You okay?

[eagleschild]

[ Flavia has seated herself on a low wall at the side of the courtyard, chewing the inside of her lip while she braids together a clump of yellow and white wildflowers. She's a little loathe to leave the company of those at the castle, a lifetime of mamma and papà telling her to "stay where you are" if she's ever lost, so they can find her. Surely they couldn't miss the castle in the center of town? It isn't the Duomo in Firenze, but it's just as big, bigger even.

At the sound of another's voice she looks up, mildly startled, but smiles at the other girl. ]

Buongiorno, are you lost too?

[emulation]

[Buongiorno - that's Italian, right? She remembers meeting at least one girl from Rome, one who could barely put two words of English together and yet somehow managed to interact with anyone and everyone she came across. Katie figured it would be universally useful to have her power - telepathy.

Katie's eyes drift to the flowers in the other girl's hands, smiling quietly in hopes that neither of them will somehow feel intimidated by their circumstances.]

No; I live here. I mean - I live here right now - at least while I'm stuck. You're new, right?

[eagleschild]

Sì.

[ Flavia nods, sitting up a bit straighter, though this girl's words trouble her. "Stuck"? What did she mean by that? ]

My name is Flavia. What is yours?

464 sorry this seems a bit lame, I just wanted them to meet >3>

[assassina]

[She's since found Ezio and the shop, so a short trip around the city is in order. What better way to reorientate herself to the layout of the streets? Perhaps she'd find someone else she knew. She had considered traveling by rooftop, but there were infinitely more people below. Young, old... And very young. She found her heart aching for a little girl, seemingly on her own and quite interested by the bracelet. She made her way over and crouched to put herself closer to the girl's eye level.]

Are you lost, bambina?

not lame at all!

[eagleschild]

[ Flavia stares at Claudia for a moment in silent wonder, until a smile spreads right across her face. ]

Zia Claudia?

[assassina]

[She looks quite surprised by the term. This child knew her? And yet, she looked familiar somehow. She couldn't quite place why.]

Zia? Mi dispiace, I have but one brother, and he's only just married.

[She paused a minute, thinking hard to her last time in Asgard. Ezio had said time worked funny in how they were brought in. They each had different memories. Even now she had arrived older than her older brother. If the dead could arrive from the past... Could children arrive from their future?]

What year was it before you arrived here, bambina.

[eagleschild]

[ Rude, Claudia, don't tease her! Flavia's face faults a little. Why would she want to know the year? ]

1524.

464

[deadlybanker]

[Confused as he was upon finding himself in a strange new land with strange new people in it the small girl he spots on the ground below is enough to catch his attention. The way she looked around as if... she was lost as well?

Giovanni leapt from the roof of on building to the next and clamored down to street level using a series of windows as footholds. He dropped to the ground some distance away and walked the rest of the way to her side.]

Buona giornata piccola ragazza. Have you misplaced some one?

[eagleschild]

[ Oh well hello there, fellow Italian. Flavia looks up at the man, offering a tiny, polite curtsy to him before blurting out, ]

I cannot find mamma or papà, signore.

[ Okay look she's doing her level best to be brave right now but it's a little hard. ]

[deadlybanker]

[And so she was brave. There were many kids older than her who would have been crying upon finding themselves lost.

Giovanni knelt down to her level, finding it easier to speak to one so small this way. ]

What are their names, we might be able to find them together?

DAY 465

[dai]

[He arrives from the bureau above and looks at the shopkeepers with indifference at the moment. He's come out of hiding, out of his seclusion from the world around him and he's ready to take whatever this strange world is and accept it, do what he can to find that familiarity again. His life has been interesting since he made this choice as the world seemed filled with new people, no annoyances, and well, another child in the shop is not something he expected to see. A small furrow of the brow and he watches her hold the jar and sniff the spices with a vague amusement.

Accepting a small glass of mint tea with his only hand from the individual behind the counter he wandered over to the small figure quietly before giving a small huff of breath; that was somewhere in-between entertained by her antics and condescending. He was good at that--a double edged sword, as his voice was.]

You have baharat on your nose, child.