Possession Event

[lucetimods]

Who: People in Luceti
What: Spiritual possession
When: The 26th to the 1st
Where: Luceti!
Summary: Check out the previous mod post.
Rating: If it gets smutty, move it somewhere private.


Starting at midnight on the 26th, Luceti and its inhabitants will find itself the focus of the Filial spirits, usually quiet and reclusive, now stepping out to deal with one of their own.

As promised, here is some additional information to help figure out how to play around with the spirits and interacting with similarly possessed people.

First off, each spirit has a certain time or place when they are at their most powerful. Consequently, characters possessed by them will enjoy these boosts and this in itself can be a deciding factor in what would otherwise be a stalemate. Here’s a quick run down:

Sona - She’s most powerful around lakes, rivers, and the ocean. Mostly this is concentrated at the southern lake.

Kipinn - He’s most powerful in high places, like mountain tops and the roofs of community buildings.

Faeren - She’s most powerful in the farmlands alongside things that grow.

Tsinku - He’s most powerful in the village itself, where technology thrives.

Eferin - He’s most powerful in the center of the forest where his heat may cause trees to burn. In fact, the upcoming forest fire may cause some trouble if his followers get too rowdy.

Hyt - It’s most powerful during the daytime under a bright sky.

Twila - It’s most powerful during the night time.

Nala- She has no domain and is generally welcome wherever she goes.

How possessed characters will deal with other possessed characters will depend on the interactions of the spirits themselves. A useful spreadsheet sums up these relationships. Those that have a friendly attitude to one another will generally allow ‘trespassers’ into their domain, but those they are not so friendly with may cause conflict.

Finally, to elaborate on Twila-possessed characters. Those with a natural affinity for darkness are likely to be possessed first. Once they have, they can try to recruit others less-compatible candidates to ‘join the cause’. Their goal is numbers. The more who are working with Twila, the better. Once they do, they’ll be inclined to act in their own self interest and if necessary, deal with others who try to get in their way. In the long term, the spirit Twila wants to stay this way, bonded to the Lucetians as hybrids, that way it cannot be imprisoned again. Think of it as pure survival instinct of an animal that’s spent way too long in a cage.

All isn’t lost. The other spirits may not be able to cage it again, but they won’t accept Twila reacting in this manner. Though it’s hard to tell what their beef with Twila is, they have an instinctive familiarity with the dark spirit and seem to act as its jail keepers.

They have the power to free people from Twila, but given their poor communication skills, figuring that out might just be a challenge. After all, the spirits can only communicate in shades of feeling and intentions, but not actually verbalize directions or marching orders. However, there will be a Malnosso post mid-event that will give everyone, possessed or otherwise, the info they need to turn things around.

Comments

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth looks confused now.] I've read so many books on everything, and nothing ever mentioned physical attraction to the same sex. And if there's a percentage that can be measured, that means enough people are born attracted to the same sex that it is actually a significant measurement. Not just ten or fifteen people in the whole world or something like that. Why didn't I read anything about this...

[She looks back up at Jack, blushing.] This is so embarrassing. I'm sorry, I must be the only person who had to have this explained to her.

[250mhzwabl]

[The moment she's properly off on a ramble, Jack relaxes - mostly because all the unfavourable reactions he's used to come about as quick as reflexes, and probably with as little thought. That Elizabeth is thinking the thing through out loud and so obviously bewildered . . . he'll admit it again. It's really, really cute. So much that he outright laughs with the apology, waving it off.]

You're fine, shush. It's probably just as well you're not familiar. It's not exactly a well-loved trait throughout history, and I like explaining better than I like people being disgusted with me.

[tearmeanewone]

Why isn't it? [Elizabeth raises an eyebrow.] And don't tell me 'that's just the way it is', I know someone who did that to me all the time. We walked by these bathrooms once, and there was one for men, one for women, and one labeled 'Colored and Irish'. And when I asked he wouldn't tell me.

[250mhzwabl]

[. . . mother of God, when is this poor girl from.

Jack is sure he does a poor job at hiding his disquiet with the large, blinking, neon sign that they are probably somewhere in the neighbourhood of a century removed from one another. But that Elizabeth comes out of that time and doesn't seem to get it the rationale behind that sort of belief . . . it's heartening. Bizarre, but heartening.]

To the best of my knowledge, a lot of people decided that rules against it are an extremely important part of the bible and people like me are openly defying the almighty. Or that it must be unnatural just because it's rare.

[tearmeanewone]

Oh. [Elizabeth's face instantly darkens. This rationale she gets, and she's had first hand experience with it. Experience with the sheer lunacy that Comstock had woven using religion as his loom.]

[She frowns and looks out at the town.] Colorblindness is rare too. And widow's peaks.

[250mhzwabl]

[Giving a noise of assent, Jack follows her gaze out to the town for a few seconds, before he realizes that it's his duty to keep explaining now that he's presented the worst of it.]

I haven't really gotten any of that in Luceti, though, to be honest. It's one of the nicer things about the place. [He ducks forward, trying to move at least into her peripheral vision, giving an apologetic, coaxing little grin.] Like learning to fly space ships, I guess. Odd, but nice.

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth blinks and smiles back, not as bright as before but it's warming up. She's still slightly embarrassed, maybe even a little disappointed because Jack is... very handsome and fun to talk to.]

'Odd but nice' is a pretty good description of everything here. I didn't think I'd have moments where I enjoyed being in a prison again.

[250mhzwabl]

[One mention of Elizabeth's home already visibly sent her mood plummeting. So when she raises the topic herself, Jack almost replies with a question, then hesitates, after a few seconds re=phrasing it.]

All right . . . I'll admit that comment makes me curious. But if home's a tender subject, we don't have to get into it.

[tearmeanewone]

I've gotten the same question every time I mention it, Jack. It's fairly predictable by this point. [So if she had wanted to avoid it, she could have. Easily. But it probably helped explain her strange reactions to some things. Like men being attracted to other men.]

I didn't commit a crime, first of all. Someone... stole me, and tried to pass me off as his daughter. But his wife was angry, obviously, so I was kept in a tower. Which I guess was fortunate for him, because I started opening tears. Windows into other worlds. [Elizabeth looks back out at the town, leaning back on her hands and frowning again.] After that I was less his 'daughter', and more something to be afraid of.

My home for most of my life was six rooms. This place is bigger, obviously, but it's still a place I can't leave. I want to travel, Jack. I want to see Paris.

[250mhzwabl]

. . . wow.

[Really, what else can be said to something like that? Jack's drawn his knees up to his chest while she speaks, and leans on them now, arms crossed and chin perched atop them. Perhaps it's in the way Elizabeth presents it, but the ability to part the boundaries between worlds really does come across as less than the main crux of the issue. If anything, it just makes more terrible her awareness of how trapped they are.]

God, that- wow. I'm sorry to hear that.

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth does feel somewhat disquieted by how serious the conversation has turned. Almost as though she feels... wrong putting all of her sad life story onto Jack. It's rubbing her the wrong way, a little.]

Don't be sorry. It isn't your fault or my fault. And I never have to go back. [She smiles weakly. There is nowhere for her to go back to. Not anymore.]

[250mhzwabl]

[Except she might, mightn't she? Isn't that what they say happens to people who disappear? That they go right back where they came from?

But that's not a certainty for everyone. And Jack is not about to torment this poor girl with maybes. So he smiles, nodding in agreement.]

Right. And in the meantime you can rest your feet here for a little while, practise your French, fly some space ships . . . trust me. The last I checked, back in 2012, Paris was not going anywhere.

[Again, a technical truth. He has no idea what Paris has been like since the Grey hit. With its street layout, he doesn't really want to.]

[tearmeanewone]

Oh good. Then it will definitely be there when I arrive. I plan on visiting before I turn 120 years old. [She laughs, perhaps a little too amused by the joke.] Have you been to Paris, then?

[250mhzwabl]

Once. Years and years ago. [It's a nice memory, a chaotic tumbled thing from his years at university, and he looks off across the roofs and forest in a state of quiet relaxation.] It was a lot of fun. Everything was delicious, and the weather was gorgeous. We spent hours laying in parks and smoking too many cigarettes, stupid stuff like that.

[tearmeanewone]

It sounds amazing... [Elizabeth's voice is quiet, but full of intense longing and passion. She could almost imagine herself laying in parks and smoking, letting hour after hour of sunny, breezy weather go by. Friendly people smiling at her as they pass. Bicycles, sidewalk artists, so much food...]

God I want to go. I want the chance to do stupid stuff like that. [She leans back and looks up at the sky, wondering to herself if she could fly so high up she could leave the enclosure.]