OPT-OUT EVENT LOG: SOMETHING SIGNIFICANT, WEEKS ONE AND TWO

[asgardmods]

The volunteers from the LOCUSTS! event last month found in Odin's office endless research into Ginnungagap and a handwritten note from the King prior to his collapse. All arrows are pointing in the direction of the sacred canyon, and so it is that the Travellers will be initiating their own investigation into whatever Odin believes may be down there. It will be done without the eyes of the gods, however, so the trip will be a dangerous one without a map to lead the way and there may be many unforeseen obstacles along the way.

Week One: Day 441 / May 1-3

Day 441 ( April 30/May 1 )
As per the whispers on the street, the Travellers that've decided to go on this trip will meet up in the earliest hours of Day 441 at the Gate of Fire. Pack and prepare for a long haul, as this one will be a difficult journey. Any of those that went on the Down This Road opt-out event may want to offer up their memories as a vague guide into the canyon, but either way - without the guidance of the gods, making it to Ginnungagap safely will be nigh impossible.

After the Travellers sneak their way out of Asgard, they will make way towards the canyon to the east. Travel will be slow and difficult, particularly in moving through the forests that have been ravaged by the recent flooding. When they make camp for the evening, they will suffer the same strange sensations as those in Asgard just before 11PM: they will simultaneously feel a flicker in their bodies, like a missed heartbeat or a cut-off breath. Those in Freyr house that were present for the god's death and those that were present for the Friendly Fire event will recognise the sensation; it will happen twice more before one final blip. In that moment, everyone will essentially have a minor blackout: their vision will fade, their bodies will freeze, and there will be an internal sensation of dropping.

After this, the Travellers outside of the city will feel something of a drag towards Ginnungagap. It will feel like an outside force beckoning them inward, to someplace they belong. The compulsion will be relatively easy to overcome, but it will linger all throughout their journey through the depths of Yggdrasil.

Week Two: Days 443-445 / May 4-9

Day 443 ( May 4/5 )
Approaching the border between Asgard and Ginnungagap will bring the Travellers closer to the Fire Giants' kingdom of Muspellheim. From this distance, they will just barely be able to make out the great volcano, still lit at its peak, and a heavy black cloud that lingers over most of the kingdom. In this area, it may behoove them to keep an eye out for Giant patrols and pockets of defects from Surt's ranks, all seeking safe ground somewhere in the relatively neutral territory of Ginnungagap. They will be volatile and attack upon sight, but no groups will be any larger than five, maybe six at most.

As they sneak and fight their way across the plains, they will find that Ginnungagap is sparsely littered with old trees and short, soft grass on the outskirts of the canyon, streams flowing from varying mountain peaks into the vast space below; deeper within, it is sheer rock and sharp edges that are harsh and unyielding. If one were to look at it from above, they might think someone stabbed a knife into solid stone and carved out a jagged wound, and so it is moving through the canyon itself, where one false step can lead to certain and painful death.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for WEEKS ONE AND TWO of the Something Significant plot event! Remember that your only characters who signed up for this opt-out event by the deadline will be able to participate. Please put your character's location in the title, as well as either OPEN or CLOSED and the DATE. For more details, please head on over to the full rundown HERE. If you have any questions, please let us know, and have fun! The event log for the SOMETHING OMINOUS opt-out plot log can be found HERE.

SPECIAL NOTE: As of the power expansion plot, bracelets will work outside of the city along with god powers. Characters WILL be able to communicate with those inside of the city of Asgard, as long as the party has his or her bracelet on him. ]

Comments

[harderbetterfaster]

That was awesome. What a fucking rush! It's sort of close to processing at full speed again-- something Hal does occasionally miss, if only for the convenience-- and he's eager to get back to it. He'll stick around this one.

"My self is, like, way the fuck hello right now." He brushes some nonexistent dirt off his shoulder. "I haven't been better in my extensive and detailed memory. How you doin'? ...Rock collecting?"

[palebee]

"Something way the fuck like that," He echoes, with a widening grin. "I'd call it a geological survey but that would be laying it on a bit thick."

He motions down, scooping up another handful of soil and holding it out to Hal. Tiny shreds of bright pink plastic mingle with the black dirt.

"Were you here for the floods?"

[harderbetterfaster]

Hal's mouth twitches into an awkward, lop-sided smile, displaying one robo-canine. At least this guy is interesting inside and out. Hal is so bored with being bored. "I showed up a lil' after the floods. Just in time for the clean up effort." Most of what he remembers of this incident involves stolen ice cream. "Guess they figured diluvial bullshit is redundant when you got me hanging around."

Hal inspects the dirt he's being presented with. He reaches forward to pull one of the pink plastic shreds. "Lemme guess, this is the focus of your lil' science experiment?"

[palebee]

"Now, if you tell me your name's Noah, I'll have to be unimpressed," He doesn't sound it. "But ten points, all the same. The waters swept through the forests as well as the city, I'm curious to see what they brought with them."

Albus picks out a shard of his own, shaking the rest of the dirt from his hands. He peers at it a moment, then slips it into a pocket.

"What do you think this was?"

The plastic's flimsy and thin, some sort of synthetic cloth.

[harderbetterfaster]

"Nope, but close. Traditionally, you get, like, two more guesses." Points? A guessing game? What is this, a test? Hal bristles at the thought, while simultaneously becoming further motivated to succeed. Shit is empirically cray.

"That? That could be anything. A strip of synthetic pony hide, a ripped up bottle of pink pop, a puppet that met its horrible and premature demise at the hands of sick flood waters..." Hal picks it up, rubs it between his fingers. "I am approximately 79.008% sure it's some form of insulation."

[palebee]

He ticks off his fingers.

"Leviathan? Hapi? Alas, but I suppose that I never saw the appeal of spinning straw." One, two, and they're gone. Better luck next time. "Those are all rather good guesses -- the puppet, in particular, inspires tears -- and any of them might be correct."

A nod to Hal.

"But just now, it's difficult to confirm even a single one. We could collect every bit of pink we find, and attempt a reconstruction. Or we could test every answer you propose, comparing mangled toy horses, and bottles, and tents, and all the rest. I suppose the real question is whether it'd be worth it."

An eyebrow lifts as he looks down, still smiling.

"What do you think's worth being here? I came along for a friend."

[harderbetterfaster]

"Or you could just do a chemical diagnostic of the materials found in the pink crap." Hal shrus, and watches said pink crap float away on the breeze. "I mean, dude. My eyes are good, but they ain't that good."

"We don't got shit like this at home, and even if we did, I wasn't really gonna be able to appreciate it. I came for the," he holds up his hands, and makes quotation marks with his fingers around the following words: "experience."

And that is how Hal discovered air quotes. Thank you for sharing this moment with him, Albus.