BOX BREAKING/EVENT MINGLE: THE GENTLEMEN

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Who: EVERYONE still in the city on Days 346-348 (Oct 24-29)!
What: The Gentlemen event mingle/box breaking log.
When: Days 346-348 (Oct. 24-29)
Where: Throughout the city.
Rating: PG-13, for mentions of murder/death. Anything too explicit or graphic should be taken to a separate log, please!

Before dawn on Day 346 (Oct. 24), an odd red light will appear in the sky in the general direction of Muspellheim. It's not the sun rising early and it's not a glow cloud, just a single, large streak across the sky that might look like a crack. Seconds after it appears, a rumbling sound will accompany a small earthquake that might break a few dishes or rattle anything not secured off of its perch, nothing terribly destructive. The earthquake lasts about three minutes.

From this point onward, all living creatures in Asgard will be mute.

Beneath the cut is the brief TL;DR of the event, but the plot rundown HERE can provide you with all of the information you need about breaking the boxes, stopping the murders, and saving the day! Remember that your characters are voiceless, so feel free to get creative with how you're communicating across the city.

A brief rundown by day:

Day One ( Day 346 / Oct. 24/25 ): A small earthquake rattles the city for three minutes. Everyone loses their voices. Two people will die late at night with their hearts cut from their chests.

Day Two (Day 347 / Oct. 26/27): The bodies are found. Buffycast will do their best to explain the situation and people will start looking for the "box" only to realise there's more than one. Two more people will die.

Day Three (Day 348 / Oct. 28/29): Two more people will die. The last box will be destroyed right as they're cutting into the third and final victim. Screams of the victims will be heard across the city and the Gentlemen will die.

Everyone is voiceless for this event. No screaming or coughing or anything of the sort. This applies to animals and possibly even the gods; if you try to ring them up, they won't be answering. Voices will return by late evening of Day 348 (Oct. 29).

[ Please include the IC day (ex. Day 338 - that can be found in the info beneath the cut!) and OPEN/CLOSED in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread. There WILL BE headers for the different districts, with a box-breaking thread beneath each header, but you ARE WELCOME to make your own threads beneath those headers for your characters OR to make new headers of your own. ]

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THOR

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THOR BOX BREAKING

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[ In THOR'S DISTRICT, the minions can be found lurking around a children's playground. They seem to be clustered around an empty sandbox. The box will be found within it, buried beneath the sand near the center. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE DESTROYED ON EVENT DAY TWO (IC Day 347/Oct. 26/27)) ]

Day 347 | Open

[faceofbeau]

[He had a plan; if the creatures, the so called 'fairy tale monsters,' couldn't be harmed or killed, then they'd simply have to go about it another way. After all, Jack knew from experience that just because you couldn't be killed didn't mean you couldn't be stopped. This was operation find and restrain. If it could be done, then the things wouldn't be able to collect hearts.]


[Closed to Ianto Jones]

[Jack would rather have left the Welshman at the house, but really, he knew better than to think Ianto would let himself be left behind. He was too independent, too confident, too duty bound. Of course, it hadn't stopped him from trying, but no number of scribbled notes and commanding looks had been able to convince the younger man to stay put. As a matter of fact, if Jack didn't know better, he almost would have thought that it'd only made him even more convinced to go out.

As he glanced back at the other man, while they edged together along the street, both on their extreme guard as they kept their eyes peeled for the creatures, he resolved that next time, he might just sneak out instead.]

HEIMDALL

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HEIMDALL BOX BREAKING

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[ In HEIMDALL'S DISTRICT, the box will be found nestled back in the deep freezer of a butcher's shop. The minions keep watch over it from the front of the building and along the street. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE DESTROYED ON EVENT DAY TWO (IC Day 347/Oct. 26/27)) ]

BALDR

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BALDR BOX BREAKING

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[ In BALDR'S DISTRICT, the box will be found high in a tall tree in Gefion Park. The minions will not climb the tree, but they will remain scattered close to the base of it. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE DESTROYED ON EVENT DAY TWO (IC Day 347/Oct. 26/27)) ]

petting zoo investigation | open

[fantastix]

[Even more unnerving than the citizens' silence isthe oppressive quiet here at the zoo. The goats who had so lovingly munched away at his jacket aren't bleating.

Naturally, the Doctor didn't venture here to tend to the poor creatures unprotected. He's tucked a variety of small weapons into his jacket, and he'll use his shadow to pin down anyone who dared approach the goat he was scratching on the head.

High alert. Nothing personal. But if he sees that you're a Traveller, he'll back off with only the slightest brow-furrow of apology and a shrug. He's definitely here to gather serious information about the mission.

Honest.]

SIGYN

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SIGYN BOX BREAKING

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[ In SIGYN'S DISTRICT, the box will be found in an empty room in the hospital. The minions will roam the hall of that wing, which the Natives working there will have closed off of their own accord. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE DESTROYED ON EVENT DAY TWO (IC Day 347/Oct. 26/27)) ]

Day 347 | Closed to Ianto Jones & Merlin

[faceofbeau]

[He wasn't panicked, he was just worried, he told himself, and rightfully so. Damnit, if Ianto had stayed back at the house, let Jack go alone, this wouldn't have happened, he wouldn't currently be supporting the younger man through the doors of the hospital, eyes searching for any sign of doctors, help, and hoping they'd be alert, considering the circumstances. After all, it's not as if Jack can exactly call out for help. But he can make noise, because he can see people just inside, and even as he's careful not to jostle Ianto, he bangs his free hand on the door with a crashing sound to get their attention.]

LOKI

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LOKI BOX BREAKING

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[ In LOKI'S DISTRICT, the box will be found on the roof of the Welcome House. The minions will pace around the building and in the courtyard, but never actually enter it. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE DESTROYED ON EVENT DAY THREE (IC Day 348/Oct. 28/29)) ]

ODIN

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ODIN BOX BREAKING

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[ In ODIN'S DISTRICT, the box will be found in a drawer in the kitchen of a native's house. The minions keeping watch have frightened off the Native family living there for now, but the minions are keeping a close guard on the door. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE DESTROYED ON EVENT DAY THREE (IC Day 348/Oct. 28/29)) ]

Day 346

[zen_en_vert]

[The night they all go quiet Bruce ends up in the Odin common room. He's been in quakes before, but never anything that long, and never in Asgard. He doesn't check the network first, just makes it out into the hall as soon as the shaking stops to try to call out to people to see that everyone living there is all right.

It's only when he knocks on the first door he comes to and tries to cry out that he realizes that something is wrong. His voice is gone. He coughs, clears his throat, and still nothing. Then reaches up and clasps a hand around his neck, like he can find a physical restriction, and tries to yell, short and sharp.

Nothing. Something is very wrong. He moves fast downstairs, cutting quickly through the halls with the aim of reaching the common room, starting a commotion with everything he can. He employs the rather unsophisticated (inglorious, but effective) technique of beating a left over umbrella against the metal bars in the stairwell, against the door downstairs, to try to rouse someone, anyone, to find out if it's just him.]

FREYA

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FREYA BOX BREAKING

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[ In FREYA'S DISTRICT, the box will be found in a broken locker in the Folkvang Comfort House. The minions inside will have run off any of the building's workers or folks staying there. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE DESTROYED ON EVENT DAY THREE (IC Day 348/Oct. 28/29)) ]

FREYR

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FREYR BOX BREAKING

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[ In FREYR'S DISTRICT, the box will be found settled behind the counter of a tea shop that has been recently abandoned by its Native owner. The minions here will lurk outside the entrance of the shop. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE DESTROYED ON EVENT DAY THREE (IC Day 348/Oct. 28/29)) ]

HEL

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HEL BOX BREAKING

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[ In HEL'S DISTRICT, the box will be found at the center of the House of Mirrors. The minions will sway along the corridors there in an aimless and tireless patrol. (THIS BOX WILL ICLY BE THE LAST BOX DESTROYED, RESTORING VOICE TO THE CITY ON EVENT DAY THREE (IC Day 348/Oct. 28/29)) ]

EVENT VICTIMS

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[ This thread is for playing out murders / discovery of the bodies of those the Gentlemen kill during this event. Please put the IC Day, location, and whether or not your thread is open or closed in the title of your comment. Be warned for death and/or violence in this thread. ]

DAY 347 | ODIN HOUSE 101 | CLOSED TO DISCOVERY BY SCOTT (open to reactions)

[teenyoda]

It started with a knock at the door. The sound surprised him, making him jump from where he'd been sitting on his bed. Even though there were other sounds around, the lack of human voices had him jumpier than usual. It just felt creepy. He'd gone out earlier to try to find the box in Odin's district, but he'd come up dry. As the sun had started to set, he, along with everyone else, had hurried to get back behind closed doors. No one was really sure what was supposed to be coming, barring those that seemed to be familiar with this. Buffy (god, really? And he got flak for Stiles?) and a few people from where she'd come from seemed to have gone through this before, so Stiles was actually going to take their experience as something tangible and trust them. Which wasn't exactly his strongest suit. He was the kind of guy who only trusted his own experiences. Why? Because people lied. A lot. Or they conveniently forgot things. But after seeing a few reports from others on the network about bodies being found with their hearts cut out, he was more inclined to believe that this was a Big Problem.

So when the knock came, he was startled out of the silence that felt like it was crushing him. He got off the bed, the reminder not to answer the door forgotten in his hopes that it was Scott or maybe... maybe Derek had taken him up on his offer and was coming for a visit. It probably was him, the asshole. He'd take this opportunity to come and see Stiles when he wouldn't have to listen to him. Good thing he was pretty handy with his flame letters by now. Derek could just sit there and scowl at him, probably do a lot of punching his fist into his hand as some feeble threat, but if he was here, Stiles wouldn't take it very seriously because hey, at least he'd come, right?

He was smiling when he opened the door, looking for all the world like an eager little puppy that was about to get pets and treats from his favoritest human ever. That expression froze, then faded quickly into confusion when he saw who was actually at the door. The next time he saw Buffy and her friend, what the hell was his name? Gilly? No, wait. Giles. Stiles with a G. Right. When he saw them, he was going to tell them that their drawings sucked and they needed to work on it. These guys didn't look anything like that cartoon looking bald gnome. These guys were tall, very tall, and had heads like grinning skulls, eyes burning into him. Nope, nothing cartoonish about them.

He snapped out of his surprise and moved to close the door, but he was pushed back by some... gimp wearing a straight jacket. Then another barreled in after him pushing Stiles down to the ground where he landed hard, the wind getting knocked out of him. Through watery eyes, he looked over and saw those skeleton-like creeps floating into his room. Oh, hell no. No, no, no. No, this was not happening to him again. He'd died twice now and he was not going for a hat trick.

Stiles kicked out at one of the goons jumping around like some wingless flying monkey, watching as it flinched away before coming back to deliver a boot to his ribs.

Ow.

Before he could think to get up, before he could do anything, he was suddenly surrounded by those figures in black, looking up at them as they all grinned down at him with smiles he wanted to smash. Two took an arm each, pinning him down by his shoulders. He resorted to kicking, trying to bring his feet up over his head to kick at those rictus grins. He wound up almost kicking himself in the face before his legs were taken by a black suited figure each, the smiles never fading. He tried to scream at them, to yell and curse them out and tell them to go to hell, but nothing came out. The watering in his eyes was from rage and frustration now as he struggled against their grip with dick all to show for it.

Then he saw something that had his blood running cold. The scalpel. He wasn't an idiot. He knew what was coming next. He'd seen more than he'd needed to about his potential teacher's death. His mind grabbed onto the ridiculous thought of wondering if he and the grim-faced goth teacher would be able to bond over this, talk about that time they'd had their hearts carved out. He would have laughed if he could, a panicky, high-pitched one that would have started and maybe never stopped. But again, all there was was silence.

The scalpel came down and he fought, struggling, but he couldn't do anything about the fact that his shirt was cut cleanly in half before being carefully and deliberately tucked away from his chest. He couldn't look. He turned his head so he couldn't have to see-- and saw that his bracelet had been activated in the scuffle. The video was on, the last setting he'd used. Even with the hands clamping his arm down, he could tell that the screen was getting a good view of what was happening. Oh shit. No. No way. Scott would freak.

It was that thought that had him kicking from stunned fear into a rage. His eyes burned as he glared at the Gentlemen, spitting in the face of the one holding the scalpel over him before his room erupted into flames. He'd kick himself later for taking so long to remember he could do that, but for now, he was just glad to see that he'd managed it. He'd started at himself and pushed it out to the edges of the room, covering the freaks and their geeks and he felt a surge of relief. He wasn't helpless. He wasn't going to die. Scott wasn't going to see this.

Except the flames didn't seem to be bothering the guys pinning him down like it should be. There'd been a faint look of mild surprise and possibly amusement at his attempt. They clearly hadn't been expecting that. But then the one with the scalpel handed it off to a colleague, pulling out a pristine handkerchief and flicking it at the small patches of flames that dotted his suit. One of the ones hovering over him was doing the same before it looked down at him. One long, bony finger came up and waggled slowly at him as it shook its head, a reproving scolding for the naughty boy.

He tried to scream again, but it was pointless. Hopeless. He took a tiny fraction of pride in the fact that when he turned his head to look at the screen again, he could see the gimps flailing around his room, the fire working like it should with them. Of course, the rest of his room was also catching fire, but that was sort of beside the point. He didn't see the scalpel come down, but he felt it.

It was a pressure at first, just something on him before he felt the stinging burn of the cut. He had to look. Had to see. His eyes found the bleeding line and the tears the fell from him that time were ones of pain and fear. This was it. He was actually going to die this time. Again.

Another cut was made, and then another, the pain slicing deeper than his skin, deeper than his chest. He could feel it spread out, throbbing through him with each beat of his heart. He could feel the heat of his own blood as it poured down his sides, pooling in his stomach and tickling him in a perverse way even as his skin was peeled back to bare his ribcage. He was shaking by then, trembling as the pain made it hard to breathe, as the heart they were after pounded faster and faster under the cage of his breastbone.

The smoke reminded him of the fact that his room was now a blazing inferno, two of the minions collapsed on the ground and curling up in the fetal position as their bodies crisped up, the third trying to run through a wall. It was then that he remembered that there were other people here. Other people that shouldn't be hurt because of his failed attempt. There was a thud as the other gimpy bastard ran into the part of the wall that had a stud, falling onto the floor before stilling and Stiles concentrated.

He fought past the fear and terror that filled him as he heard the crack of the first of his ribs being broken. He concentrated past the feel of fingers inside him where they felt so very goddamn wrong. The flames that were eating up his room flickered and danced and blazed before they started to shrink. His hand slowly closed into a fist as he crushed the fire in his head, pulling it back and willing them to go away, begging them to listen so he wouldn't hurt anyone else. Please. Please don't let me be the reason anyone else dies. Please....

The smoke still lingered, thick and heavy and choking in the air, but the flames had been stilled. Another crack, another rib broken, another step close to him feeling that suffocating darkness. Another random thought intruded in his mind. Would they even want his heart? Could they tell it was different now? That there was a darkness around him? That he was tainted in some way he didn't even understand yet? Maybe that's why they'd come for him. If that was the case, he was glad, because it meant that Scott was safe. This Scott hadn't gone that far yet. This Scott was still that ray of sunshine that lit up the world around him.

He looked at the screen, vision blurring as tears welled up before it cleared when they fell. He tried to stop crying, tried to be strong for anyone who might see this, for Scott, but he couldn't. The pain had broken him, had his vision fading around the edges. His throat felt tight, and he fought for air, staring at the screen as if he could stave off death if he just ignored what was happening to him.

There was another crack, then a tug and then the ultimate feeling of wrongness; a hand cradling his frantically beating heart. He would have been sobbing if he could have made a sound, but he was beyond that now. He didn't want those faces to be the last thing he saw, so he pictured Scott. Pictured his mom and his dad. Oh god. The pictures. What if they'd been burned? No. No, please don't let them have been burned. Please.

Staring at the screen, he mouthed 'I'm sorry' before he felt that last tug on his heart. Then he felt a crushing weight on him, like his body was trying to collapse on itself. Then he saw nothing, that glint in his eyes dimming until they stared at nothing and the screen went blank as he died, rendering his bracelet null.

OPEN -- D347

[discrepant]

[After hearing the information offered from Buffy and her acquaintances, Soushi had decided to implement his plan in creating a system to help warn other Travelers if an area was safe to venture. The Gentlemen were not the only danger, they had brought their own assistance to help them. He knew there were a handful of individuals who were not fighters, but were stubborn enough to not heed the word to not venture at night. His mission was to be certain to keep as many people safe as he can as both an SS agent and Atavist.

Throughout the districts, Soushi will be found sticking into walls, on all possible entrances of the districts and certain landmarks in each district, thin rods that were easy enough to be seen. A piece of paper will be attached to each wall with the following words written on it:

If you happen to catch sight of any "Gentlemen" or any other monsters in the area, then please bring light to these items using this specific rune code or add fire onto it.

Thank you.

After each district was given a stick and similar note, Soushi can be found walking from one part of the district to another searching for particular objects. If anyone is observant enough, then they will notice an array of fireworks or emergency flare guns will be found in the bags he is currently carrying. At one point he will have a red wagon filled with fireworks of each kind and flare guns.

Does anyone wish to approach him and ask him the reason for his current behavior?]

[CLOSED TO THE TARDIS]

[Ever since most of the household that the Doctors resided in had left to the retreat, Soushi has been watching over the Doctor's home as he wanted to be absolutely certain on who was going to remain. He might not have a personal connection with any of them, but he does have one with the "Meddler", or Eleven, and wanted to make absolute certain that no harm will befall any of those he finds precious.

Originally, he had planned to only check on the household once and only once, but due to recent events with corpses being found and news over the Gentlemen announced a day later, Soushi began to check on the household two, or three times a evening as he wanted to be absolutely certain that the residents in the house would be safe. He had followed the group whenever they switched houses by following the Tardis specifically, in the shadows, corner, and rooftops as best as he could. She was the one he was specifically being the was most protective over -- not for her being the most important person to the Doctor, but for having been a wonderful individual towards him even when he could have been seen as someone alarming and to be avoided. No, she has always been kind to him just like she was to everyone else that has crossed her path. At the very least, that is how Eleven and Six spoke of her.

Tonight, just like yesterday and the day before, Soushi can be found in the corner watching over the household that Eleven's family and friends were in. Every once in a while moving from a distance to make certain the area was safe from any type of danger. It will be long until he is fully satisfied with the situation, so he will lay his back on the wall as he ponders with a silent sigh, The cost is clear. I can move on. At the moment, though, he will decide to take a break before continuing with his mission of spreading the word over his system. There will be a red wagon filled with fireworks and flare guns hidden in the darkest corner that he could find. He will be heading towards his hiding spot before moving on.]

[sexyoldgirl]

[She wasn't exactly nice to everyone who crossed her path - Charley and Clara could testify to that. But it could be rather difficult to make her dislike a person. Usually people had to give her a reason or be an anomaly like the two girls.]

[But she found RSSSA rather amusing. With his curious questions and teasing nature. It didn't hurt that he flattered her by calling her Lady in Blue.]

[However, she has no idea that he's watching the house. More specifically, watching her. Being silent once again is frustrating but the TARDIS is quite used to it after so long. The fact that everyone else was is silent is the worst part. Even when it was just her and her Doctor he always talked. To himself, to her, to the universe or the empty space in between these things.]

[When she does notice a familiar face lurking outside through the window, the TARDIS sets about making tea. Once it's ready she pours a cup and moves to open the window closest to him, setting the warm cup on it all without looking at him. But clearly it's meant for him.]