asgardmeridiem | EVENT LOG: FOURTH WALL!

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! ]

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[She ends up in the park.

It's almost like she just fell into the world, stumbling forward onto her knees and catching herself with her hands. Her fingers twist in the green grass. The familiar grass. It's like she was here yesterday. It was also like she was here another life time ago.

But who gets two chances at life? Three is simply out of the question.

She breathes. Inhaling the familiar scent of the city, of Asgard, of a place that practically became her home. She needs to get up and go find people. Her list is impossibly long and she doesn't even know who's here. Part of her wills her feet to move but her entire body is shaking too much to get up. Get a grip Oswin. Now's not the time to choke.. With a shuddering breath, she pushes herself upright onto her knees and looks around as though she expects (hopes more like) someone familiar will be there to greet her. But there's no one here.

Slowly, she forces herself onto her feet. It's strange to have feet in some way. There aren't any feet in the abyss. There's not much there at all. It's like a dark spot in her memory. Like a pretty little zombie, she stumbles her way through the park until she meets someone. Anyone. And reaches out to them.]

So I think I just got back from sabbatical. Can anyone point me to the city? My memory is a bit hazy.

[He's found some people, begun to move around a bit. Hasn't left the park yet, but at least he's venturing beyond the lake.

The collision of memories, thought patterns, selves, is still much more than he can handle. He feels surges of fury about his past (future? present?) that just flicker off into nothing, because he did it all to himself, and he knew how it would happen. But hopelessness doesn't come naturally to him, and anger certainly does, so he becomes angry that he's here again. But where did he ever have more, even without the one thing by which he defined himself?

He's lost. A mess. So when he sees a familiar face - doubly familiar now - it takes him a second to place her. He remembers the kind, earnest, spirited girl who made him so confused, but the cause of that confusion slips and slides around his memory before finally clicking into place.]

Oswin.

[This was always impossible to him. Even with the sheer number of mutants who bounced in and out of the city, he always had the sense that Oswin's non-goodbye was final. Now that she's here, he's more lost than ever, just standing a few feet away with his arms hanging at his sides and his eyes wide.]

[Her head twists at the familiar voice and the words escape her lips before her mind fully connects the dots.]

John.

[It's a breathless voice that, had she had more energy, might have been giddy like a school girl. He'd always been the one she was closest to. One of the few people she'd been close to in her entire life. There's almost a sad sense of loss about it all when she thinks about the time she's lost being away from here and away from him. All the things they could have done.

She gives him a smile with all the confidence that she always manages to pull from thin air.]

Hey. Been awhile. Or at least it must be, judging by the way you're staring at me.

[The smile is a relief, the way she draws herself up and becomes capable as she always did when things were hard. But he still can't shake the many problems with this situation.]

It's wrong. We've got no power. No house.

[And then, because what the fuck does that matter when she's here, right now:]

Oswin, holy shit. [He closes the gap between them in a few quick steps, sliding a hand over her hair and down to cup her cheek.]

Yeah? Just sounds like we haven't got any forced loyalty. Might no be so bad. No bracelets to lose.

[She was going to continue but when his fingers touch her face, it steals the words from her. Instead she raises a hand to cover his. It's rough and warm and so very real.]

Hey. Hey, it's alright.

[The sound of an unfamiliar voice is not entirely unexpected, in a new place. Still, for a brief moment Leela's hand drifts towards her knife, before it registers that whoever this is probably means no harm. Or no more so than any other in the city.

Even more fortunately, her own arrival had offered something of a decent look at the layout of the place, albeit one a little bit confused by tree branches.]

I do not know what this sabbatical [she pronounces the world carefully, syllable by syllable as if it were a word in a foreign language] is, but the city is only just over there. I have seen it earlier today.

[She points in the general direction, as she finishes speaking. If Oswin wants to get anywhere more specific she may have to ask elsewhere, but as long as it's only the basics Leela should be able to manage just fine.]

[As often as Clara has had dreams about her other selves, has imagined what meeting an echo would be like, nothing really prepares her for the reality of actually having it happen. She's in the middle of brushing one of the horses in Jamie's care when someone approaches her.

The footsteps get her to turn her head.

The voice gets her eyes to widen.

And the face has her dropping the brush in her hands and murmuring a shocked Oh my stars.]

You -

[There's a pause, and Clara cautiously reaches out to touch at the other woman's hand, instantly retracting it once she feels warm flesh.]

You're really, actually real. And you've been here before?

[She instantly regrets the question, and how dazed it comes out sounding. Obviously, she's been here before, if she has hazy memory of where the city's located. She bites at her lip, still staring with wide eyes. At least her brain is quick to catch up, and her mouth still is able to run quickly. ]

You must be Oswin, then. Probably isn't too hard to believe I've been mistaken for you a few times over now, is it?

[ It's her.

Dear lord, it's her. That's not Clara. Absolutely not Clara. That is Oswin, who he hasn't seen in ... How long is it now? So very long. Too long. There was always a chance she could show up, he thinks, but he still isn't prepared for it. But, then, could he ever be prepared?

He turns to her properly, and smiles. ]

I think it's probably more than a bit hazy. Don't be a stranger.

[ And he spreads his arms for a hug. ]

EVENT LOG: FOURTH WALL!

Oswin Oswald | Doctor Who | Day 464

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