[sticky entry] Sticky: FORMS FOR LOGS

Jan. 6th, 2011 12:58 pm
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After the final two Players fall, they are whisked away to the grey room where they too can give a message, a memory, whatever they wish. Then the room shifts, sending its inhabitants into the soft light of a small hill overlooking Rakuen City.

They feel no more solid here, but the world around them is more real, the light warmer. The people of the city stand around them, all eyes turned towards the city that hums with the voices of the hillside. Looking around they can see the other members of the schools, lost friends and half-remembered faces. They are faint, like ghosts or imprints, but they are there and there may be time for a meaningful glance or a word, some brief statement of hope or understanding.

Because the feeling of freedom hasn't disappeared; it will be alright. This is for the best. The same vague certainty they felt when trying to remember agreeing to coming here. They might have not completely succeeded... but they left their mark. They made things better. Next time, thanks to them, things will be easier.

It is with that overwhelming sense of peace that they could let go now. Everything would turn out okay, in the end, even if they weren't there to see i. The noise gets louder and the world begins to brighten until characters can see nothing but a blaze of white that spreads into their thoughts and memories. Rakuen disappears into the light.



Dawn came, and the sun rose over Rakuen. It was a crisp, cool day and high time for the city to wake. The schools lay silent and empty, of course, but the town had lives to live. Laughter and good-natured grumbling came from houses as children woke their parents, friends called up to windows, shopkeepers began to set up for the day. At the pet shop, the owner's son opened up the shutters as his younger brother set off with the dogs, his white hair blowing into his face in the wind.

Down the same street, red-haired twins ran out of a house with satchels in one hand and apples in the other. Shouting their goodbyes as they set off to their early morning martial arts club. Waving to a pair of boys, also twins, on their way to their favourite cafe.

A blue-haired child ran out of another house, waving goodbye to two women in the window. More children spilled out of doors; some of them didn't even seem human, sporting horns or wings or fangs. But no one seemed to mind, sometimes children were born with strange features. It just happened.

A young policeman winced as a tabby cat dug his claws into his leg, laughed and tried to disentangle it as a tall woman teased him.

More shops opened; a young chef batted at a dark-haired waiter who was trying to snaffle a free breakfast. An older white-haired man came in to place an order and seemed unimpressed with the third member of staff, who seemed to believe he can be waiter and cook all in one, and half the time eats the food instead of giving it to customers.

Back on the street another shorter brown-haired policeman hurried to the defense of his cat-bait coworker, though they sobered quickly as their chief passed; he wasn't much older than them, but any townsperson will tell you how passionate he is about his job and the law. The first young man, now sans cat, hurried on his way, stopping to talk to the man who worked in the flower shop.

The electronics shop near the bakery announced its opening with its usual obnoxious music; the seller, rarely seen without shades, stood behind the counter lazily. The young street performer nearby shot the shop a glare but then grinned and continued to juggle badly. A blond man stopped in his hurry to get to work to pick up one of the dropped juggling balls and throw it at the performer.

The sweet-shop opened a little later than usual, the woman who owned it grinning as she handed out free samples to the children passing on the way to kindergarten.

By the lake there stood a blue-haired man, come to get away from the hustle and bustle of town, looking out onto the lake. In him there was a deep, thoughtful silence, just as through the entire town, under the bustle and noise, was silence. A waiting. A low hum that no one could hear. Not unless you stood apart from the buildings, turned towards the centre, and listened.

One day, the train would arrive.
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Characters: Everyone who is left and then later Suzaku and Cirno
Format: Whatever
This log is: Open
Location: In town and then by the lake
Summary: On Friday there are only players left. Then everyone who is not also a prefect disappears, leaving Cirno and Suzaku
Warnings: Overabundance of tragic
No way to stop it )
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[personal profile] swordofzero
Characters: Suzaku and anyone who is left
Format: Anything
This log is: Open
Location: Conquest, prefect dorms, white dorm (room 1-A to start) and then all the rooms
Summary: All non Prefect Weapons disappear. That is all of Suzaku's Weapons and he failed to protect them
Warnings: So much angst
When things are too big to fight )
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[personal profile] ecthelion
Characters: Ein and you
Format: I'll match it
This log is: open
Location: Lakeshore
Summary: Ein realizes that everyone's hard work is being undone and despairs, sending his
Warnings: None... yet?
There was nothing left anymore. )
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Characters: Cirno, Yuka Kazami [AU]
Format:
This log is: closed
Location: Yuka's room (Backdated to Sunday evening)
Warnings: Possible angst?
Read more... )
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Characters: Suzaku and everyone
Setting: City, midday
Format: both, any
Summary: General OH WHY IS IT BACK thread also potential fights
Warnings: Fighting

Not the best thing to run into... )
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Characters: Cirno and Anyone!
Format: Any!
This log is: Open
Location: Battle Arena Tower- Backdated to Assembly day, after the assembly or Elsewhere afterwards
Summary: Cirno has something she needs to do
Warnings: None I know of?
When the world turns it's back on you... )
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[personal profile] savedbyasong
Characters: Shion and anyone nearby
Format: Any
This log is: Open
Location: Black dorm, room 1A
Summary: Midnight the city is shaking and all non prefect characters who are not linked to anyone get a penalty, Shion is one of them.
Warnings: Pain
A rude awakening )
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((OOC: This is the post for any characters who disappear during the course of the ending. As described here))

You finish your message, however long or short. Unlike the last time you were here you do not seem to have manifested a body, but the door opens regardless and you exit that grey room into the world outside...
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The room is featureless and grey. Formless. Oddly soft around the edges, it shifts and warps if you try to concentrate on any one piece of it. There are no doors or windows, or openings of any kind; you are alone. You cannot hear anything; it is not so much that there are no sounds, instead, the concept of sound itself seems to be lacking.

You've been here before, even if the memory of it is nothing but a fuzzy dream. And you are now here for a purpose. To help. You hold knowledge, you have been in Rakuen and though things are going wrong, you can make them better. Not for you perhaps, but for those who come after.

You have advice? Words of wisdom? A memory or a feeling you want to pass on. Now is your time.
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[personal profile] musicalee
Characters: Everyone and all
Format: Whatever you like
This log is: Open
Location: Battle Arena
Summary: The final assembly and the start of the final week of Rakuen begins. Players are announced as normal yet something is not right.
Warnings:
|Round 19 begins... )
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Characters: Cirno, Yuka Kazami and ???????
Format: Either or, I'll follow.
This log is: Closed
Location: Prefect Dorms
Summary: There is a punishment that is long overdue...
Warnings: Very unhappy stuff below!
This is what happens when you do not listen... )
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[personal profile] justaflowergirl
[This is posted to the Conquest network, with copies also posted on the message boards around campus.]

The next Abnormal Botany class will involve plants that may, with little to no warning, be on fire.

Long hair must be pinned up, and clothing with loose or hanging parts is absolutely forbidden.

If you cannot abide by these rules, please save us all some time and just don't show up.
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[personal profile] the_stand_cometh
Characters:Fortitude students
Format: Any!
This log is: open
Location: Classroom for Paranormal Investigation
Summary: It seems that you have a substitute teacher?
Warnings: Asagi in drag.
Dude looks like a lady )
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((OOC: Blue is Hikaru, red is Karou, orange is in unison.))

Hello, Rakuen! It's the Hitachiin twins!

[They are both sharing Hikaru's camera, grinning mischievously.]

We have decided that we are going to start a club.

The Rakuen School Host Club!

[They both clasp their hands in front of their chests,] Our humble club has one simple goal;
To make the fine ladies of Rakuen feel like princesses!
Because every girl has a princess in their hearts, just waiting to be catered to!

[Kaoru reaches out to his brother's face looking sad,]Brother, if you keep speaking like that, I will get jealous!

[Hikaru embraces his brother, patting his hair,]It's okay, brother, that is why we are going to find other men to help us. You will always be my most precious.
[They both look to the screen, breaking their embrace,] So, if you want to become popular with the ladies, please, let us know!
Of course, we will have a screening process for our hosts,
Only the best can get in.
Please, won't you kindly join us? [They grin, grasping one of each other's hands and lifting them above their head with a grin before ending the feed.]
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Characters: Shion, a robot mouse and you!
Format: Prose but I can switch
This log is: Open
Location: Around town, on rest day
Summary: Shion used his voucher to get one of Nezumi's robot mice, and is practicing with it before he tries to actively gather information
Warnings:
Robot mice shenanigans )

[video]

Dec. 5th, 2012 04:42 am
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[The post starts off merely as a video thumb with that familiar play button in the middle. If you press that button, an embed video file begins to play in your browser.

At first, there appears to be an indecipherable 3D diagram of blue binary lines running both vertically and horizontally. The lines overlap one another in an undefinable pattern that is not yet readily apparent. As the numbers move, ever changing and running off-screen, the image finally changes to something a little more recognizable. Series of plain black text boxes begin to fill the screen and layer up with commands. At first the commands are simple with words like "INFILTRATE" and "ACCESSING..." before the speed with which the lines are being generated make it impossible to keep up. Even pausing the video won't help you, the recording doesn't have enough definition.

As more and more data fills the screen, the spam of lines across the screen finally halts. The more observant of you might notice it's because the counter in the top-right corner, the counter for the recording, not the video playing on your screen, has stopped. Whoever is showing you this has paused it at this spot for a reason.

The first is the date revealed on the lowest line, helpfully highlighted by a yellow circle that appears around it. The date goes back to mid-April, right when all those ghosts began to show their faces.

The second highlight goes to a line beneath it,
//ACCESSING RAKUEN_CITY ARCHIVES
//EXTRACTING DATA


For a few moments that lingers on your screen before the video continues. As a new window opens with "RAKUEN CITY ROUNDS" as its proud title, the data extraction reveals that there are a staggering amount of files in this folder. Lines begin to fill the blank space, each labeled with a date. Dates that, notably, go waaaaaay back in time. As the counter at the bottom continues to climb rapidly, hitting the thousands within seconds, the number reaches just over 1800 files before a new box appears on the screen.

CONNECTION TERMINATED

The box lingers there for a moment before all the data on the screen goes miserably black.

After the video ends, there is a moment of silence. Then, quietly, a soft, electronic but distinctly male voice speaks.]


These are the incomplete findings of my investigation into the city. I was unable to reveal them earlier as I have been offline since then. My program was corrupted by the city's defense system. [His voice is notably lacking in emotion and range of voice as he speaks.] I conclude that the apparitions that appeared in April were projections produced by residual data of previous students of Fortitude and Conquest. I also believe that the Exaclan games have been going on for a very long time.

[There's a pause as the screen continues to remain blank. Finally, after a long moment of silence, he finally speaks again.]

This information is now yours. Act in accordance with your will.

[And the feed ends.]

[ooc: Hubris is back and with information this time! Those attempting to trace Hu's posting signal will start to find that it's... actually coming from the city itself now.]

[video]

Dec. 5th, 2012 04:22 am
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I am tiring of this place and the way it toys with my memories.

If a player from Fortitude is in need of a weapon, I offer my sword. All I ask in return is that you use my raks to purchase the rest of my memories. I refuse to allow this to happen to me anymore.

Suzaku, a word when you have the time.

That is all.
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Characters: Merlin and open
Format: You chose!
This log is: Open!
Location: The lake
Summary: Tuesday evening Merlin's letter to Gaius is finally finished and he takes his bottle to the lake...
Warnings:
What to say... )
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