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...The spirits that inhabit this settlement are not happy. Are we- does anyone know of Samhain?

[Said while digging into a tub of ice cream.]

The time when the doors between the world of the living, and the dead, are left open.

[ are you fucking tired of her yet

don't worry, she isn't sitting in the middle of a parking lot waiting for death today. or intending to put forth the question of what justice means to someone, if it exists and the like. no. truly, today don quixote is being somewhat normal as far as someone who speaks the way she does goes. promise. ]

A-hem! Whilst I know there is never a good time for a party, particularly in a city that one may find disquietingly peaceful, [ not that she does nope, ] what I wish to propose to thee is something that may prove more useful in the long run:

A festival-like gathering where we may show off, speak of, and eat the diversity we have brought with us from wherever we hail! For example, in my City [ note the implied capitalization ] there are very many Districts, and each one has its own tradiciones, cuisine, and even values which differ from even their close neighbors! It is a most fascinating thing, and I am one of several whom have the pleasure to be travelling through them all -- or I was, before now.

[ it was fun. not for like, a handful of them so far, but very fun. so cool to see the different sights. the different smells. the tastes. ]

I will not enforce thy participation in any way, but those who attend shall be granted food and a chance to speak on their own adventures, values, and world -- those who do not attend will be sorrowful saps whose spines resemble that of a curling worm, rather than the straight edge of a blade! If I have made myself clear, or thee find thyself angered by my word, then do come! There will also be a special surprise at the end, which I think many will be enamored by!

[ ... if junpei's gotten his firework source on board anyway. ]

Uhm, I do not wish it to be too soon, so in three days hence, when the sun has some hours to set, prithee do join myself upon yonder rooftop... ehm, here.

[ hold on she has. a brochure with a map. she's X-marking the spot it and putting it to the camera. it's an office building not terribly far from a cluster of apartments, located in the second district now open to them. ]

Of course, this shall not be thine only guiding hand to the excitement which awaits thee -- I shall provide an easy path as well, one that cannot be missed! I ask thee use this time, and this space, to talk and plan if thou would like, to inquire that which thee may wish to inquire, and also to issue any complaint thee may have ahead of time, particularly by those who see no point in such activities so I may thus convince you to join us regardless!

[ ooc: as a note to everyone else, the log'll be posted by the 14th to allow for newcomers to join in as well, and that's when it will be dated if forward dated ]

"Is it any surprise I feel listless
When I see strange lights and hear whispers
The beings always seem to have something to discuss
And it's tough to predict if it'll be disgusting
Sometimes they point me the right way
A lifesaver but too unreliable to be called my saviour
No one around me can hear them or see them or feel them all breathing
Appearing to me disappearing as easily
Here when I need them and here when I don't
A relief and a fear to me"

What is this?

[Spoken after shoveling a mouthful of ice cream into her mouth. She'd normally feel embarrassed about doing so. But for once sine arriving here, Senua thinks she might have found something she really enjoys!

She has a whole tub of strawberry in front of her.]

"Sweet."
"What is this? What is this."

[Even the voices that only Senua could hear sounded pleased as they buzzed and giggled in her ears.]

It's very sweet, and soft! Tastes like red berries.


"Oh. Oh it's good! Ehehehe~!"

It reminds me of milk frozen in winter. Or ice that has been ground.

[Another bite, and her eyes light up. She doesn't even really pay attention to the music playing in the background. Not yet. But it is quite audible on the video. For a moment her eyes lose focus and close. More giggles around her. So very many. They sounded pleased, they all sounded thrilled. And a feeling of euphoria washed over Senua at their sounds.]


...The Others like it as well.

"I don't know whether you might know this
But back then we didn't do diagnosis
We were too blinded by our views to quite notice
The difference between demons and true psychosis
So those most prone to it you might know
Were left to float on their own through the gloom like Moses
Eschewed by those that should have stood by closest
To comply with the group who never knew my motive"

I've received something that's not mine.

[She holds a small, curious, blue cube. Senua has no clue what it is, but did notice something... wrong with it. Not that the cube itself seems to hold any noticeable power.

But the way it shined caught her mind's eye. Perhaps if she just focused...?

Senua shook her head, braids moving alongside the shifting of her cranium. Her painted, blue face wrinkled a little in thought as lights only she can see, flash across her vision.

She places the cube down onto the table gently. It's not hers.]

...I imagine that others have also received odd items in their boxes as well... ones that don't belong to them?

[She's very quickly caught on to using the network at least!]

I'm Senua.

[A pause, her throat is hoarse, she looks... well she looks like she's seen better days. Covered in scrapes, cuts, bruises, dirt, hair braids in disarray, blue paint that looked in desperate need of being reapplied, and blood.

And above all, Senua does not look like she belongs in a modern setting.]



...I'm not certain what else to say. This is my first attempt at using, whatever this is. But I've noticed others were introducing themselves on it.

[The connectivity of the device fascinates and scares her.

The whispers, the voices only she can hear surround her as she speaks and thinks.]

So I thought to do the same.




[Act natural, the voices said. She tries to swallow, but it's hard when you've had little to drink.]

...I will admit, I don't know, or understand much about where I've found myself. But I do know this isn't a land of the dead. So if anyone would give me suggestions on what I should consider doing first, I will put myself in their debt.

No festivals.
No fireworks.
No tests of courage.

What a terrible way to spend the summer in a new place. I might die from boredom!

(And yet, it sounds like he's having fun. Don't worry. He'll be fine.)

Why don't we share some tales of the strange and unknown? If we tell enough stories, something interesting might appear~

Let's see... The set up isn't quite right but a hundred stories will probably do.