spice is the variety of death...? idek

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone who wants to be here! ...Again!
What: Total Recall 2014, Part 2
When: The second week of the event, roughly April 17th-22nd. As in the last log, the start date is flexible. The end date less so.
Where: All over blah blah blah
Summary: More chaos, more madness, everyone is just so done with this nonsense gosh
Rating: Varied. Anything too high-rated goes to appointments!


Slow but steady, here is the second log for the event. As before, feel free to have your characters post their own entries if you'd rather do that. Here is the first log as well.

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[abjurer]

[From the moment that he wakes up, he knows that something is amiss. This isn't his room. This isn't the Tower. He's never seen this place before and it sends a jolt right through him. Where is he? How can he be in this place? He can't feel the Queen's presence and she has been his constant for his entire life. Her and Zevran.

The little cottage is not unpleasant, but he barely has time to register it before he's leaving the room, searching for something familiar that doesn't leave him on edge.

No, no, maybe this is a test? Maybe he should just stay put until someone comes for him?

It's an impossible decision for the Weaver, and leaves him paralysed. He curls up on the couch he finds, knees drawn up close to his chest, eyes squeezed tight shut. The world ripples around him.]

[theprincessmask]

[Sabriel had awoken a little earlier to find herself in the same odd little building. It was a pleasant enough little building despite the lack of luxury she had been accustomed to in the castle. Dressed in an over sized sleeping shirt she had come downstairs to make herself a cup of tea, and it was while she was waiting for the tea to steep when she heard the shuffle of uneven footsteps downstairs; and what was more, the electrifying tingle of magic grew heavier in the air the closer the steps grew.

Padding out from the kitchen, Sabriel stared in shock to see Max, her dear Weaver there. 'How could he be out of the castle' was the first of many questions that sprang to mind but when she saw the air shimmer around his curled form she stepped forward, calling out gently to him.]

Max? It's alright, Max, I promise...