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EVENT #2: BRAIN BOGGLING

A CRASH IN THE NIGHT
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In the dark hours of a snowy early morning, a sudden BOOM can be heard all across Town. It is swiftly followed by sounds of warping metal and then a screeching crash. Curious, albeit groggy, residents emerge only to find a smoking wreck just a mile outside of Town.

The strange craft appears to be almost nautiloid in shape with wrenched, broken tendrils streaming out the opening.

Much of it is metal although some of it almost seems... organic.

Those who with to get a closer look will be met by Charlie and Dimitri who are already on the job. They request curious onlookers keep their distance since this craft is, without a doubt, tremendously dangerous.

Later in the day, there appears to be an outfit of officials coming from the west to investigate and clean up the wreckage. Thankfully(?), you will all find out soon enough what's going on.
INVESTIGATION & PROTECTION
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Deathcard Cabin by Jonah Senzel
4:07 / 13:06
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From the Inscryption OST: A unique and haunting sound paired with a unique and haunting game.

Charlie reports to the citizens of Town that an Illithid cargo transport. The pilot did not survive the crash, but they appeared to be transporting some kind of new breed of Intellect Devourers.

"We do not yet know what this new breed is capable of, but..."

Charlie does give everyone a rundown of what an Illithid and what an Intellect Devourer is, what they are capable of, and a keen warning to tread lightly. Many dead ones were discovered in the cargo but several of the enclosures were damaged in the crash and the likelihood of escapees is high.

Charlie reiterates: These creatures are to be killed on sight, or contained until someone can kill it. If you are not confident in your combat abilities, please remain in your homes as much as possible and seal all openings to your dwelling. Those who are capable though are urged to begin patrols of Town alongside Slayd, Dimitri and himself to ensure that Town and the surrounding areas are safe.

Please travel in pairs or groups, do not be alone! Attack from a distance when possible. Hoshiko will offer her assistance as a markswoman as well by picking off any Intellect Devourers from a distance that she can for those that are forced to travel alone. (Don't worry about any jokes she makes of her service not being cheap though. Charlie wouldn't actually let her charge you anything.)

Unfortunately, not even they can predict the blizzard that rolls through Town in the midst of all this. If you happen to see anything skittering through the snow, don't panic too much. It could just be a tiny woodland creature looking for a warm burrow to hide away in!

At least you hope it is.

PROMPT #3
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Hybrid intellect devourers are unique from the regular ones in that the goal is not to kill their target, but to gather intelligence and act as a kind of spy network.

They will flee when confronted directly by greater numbers, but will attack a lone target. They do this by jumping at the target's head and wrapping a wet tendril around their neck. They will choke who they've wrapped around if anyone tries to remove it. They are also far more likely to try and attack sleeping target (hence the advice to keep your homes closed!).

These hybrids emit spores that will keep the target asleep during feeding. Their primary goal appears to be infiltrating the targets' minds and absorbing some of their memories. The target will have their mind left mostly intact... though they may suffer short term memory loss, confusion, distress, fatigue and head pain.

Here's where the fun starts!

Once one of these critters has fed on someone, they are onto their next target. When a fed Intellect Devourer feeds from another target, that target may absorb some of the previous target's memories. This can span across multiple victims and be erratic in whose memories taint whose mind. The memories will cross-pollinate in the form of dreams or waking visions and hallucinations.

If one of these creatures is killed, it will explode, releasing a powerful psionic wave and the memories it had absorbed from any recent targets. Anyone within ten (10) yards of the dying creature will be afflicted with extreme head pain in the short term and also witness the memories of it's previous victims.

Enjoy your muddled memories and leggy brain-hunting!

The outfit of people who have come to investigate are from New Svihelen's disaster containment squad and are investigating the hybrid creatures and the possible reason for an Illithid ship to crash here of all places. Right now, the running theory is that interference from the selfsame summoning circle that brought you all here could have caused the interplanar navigation systems of the ship to malfunction but nothing has been determined yet.

Eventually, these creatures will all be rounded up and taken care of. They are persistent and stealthy though in their efforts to survive above all else. Charlie assures that they're doing all they can to make Town safe once and for all but it will take some time.
Notes
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parer: (the paint is peeling above the stove)

[personal profile] parer 2025-02-20 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's because there's a difference between slacking off because you're trying to get away from mundane bothersome duties, and when you're stuck as a dragon inside your own house and are sick on top of that," Ignis points out wryly, hopping over another long stretch of scale and muscle.

There really is a lot here.

"It all comes down to choice, in the end." Just follow all the green... And there he is. "I would have brought a book, or something else to keep you occupied, but it seemed as though you would have difficulty with that." And Ignis has three men to take care of, he can't stick around to read a whole book. "However, I did try to bring some things that I hope would alleviate things a touch."
snapp_crackle: (What)

[personal profile] snapp_crackle 2025-02-21 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Popp sighs, which causes a whole ripple effect, as it were, down the length of the dragon.

"It's kind of hard to turn pages if I want there to be any page left when I'm done with it, yeah..."

A clawed foot surfaces from the coils and clumsily bats at the air. His limbs are on the stubby side for his size, while his eyes are very large, and very shiny as they fix on Ignis expectantly.

"What do you have?!"
parer: (i haven't felt this close to god's love)

[personal profile] parer 2025-02-21 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Goodness. Now that is certainly a fair bit of expectations being placed upon him. Ignis supposes he should be sure he won't disappoint. Carefully putting down his things on the nearest available surface, Ignis begins to go through what he's brought.

"Well, first of all, I did bring a few things I made back home, and that I picked up at the bakery." Or, well, he asked the head baker there if he would be able to make something at his own home if the bakery was closed for a while until the IDs could be properly wrangled, and Angeal Hewley is apparently a flexible man. So there's some nice mild sweet breads in there from that area, and then Ignis has made a few things in his own kitchen that he's carefully tried to keep at least a touch warm.

The turkey-asparagus bundles will need to be reheated over a good warm fire regardless, but hopefully it's still fine.

"Additionally, while the blizzard has mostly discouraged traveling, I was fortunate in that someone from Hast had come here to visit, and had a few things I could peruse in her wares. So hopefully this will be at least a bit stimulating." And with that, he carefully takes out a ball and rolls it over to Popp. It's not modern by his standards, not like the unbelievably bouncy balls one could find in a supermarket, but it still has some bounce to it.

Seems as though technology somewhere is making some progress, far as he can tell.
snapp_crackle: (DONT DO IT)

[personal profile] snapp_crackle 2025-02-22 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, thanks, that's great!"

Popp's nostrils twitch. The head comes up again. He does eat well here, but he's a growing boy... Although hopefully not in this form, it's cramped enough in here as it is. He swats at the ball on pure reflex.

"Hey! What am I, a dog?!"

This is companionable indignant yelling, as opposed to genuinely panicked or aggressive yelling. Ingis has heard the first two forms before, if only in the background of his own troubles as the pitaya incident slowly and sharply escalated.

...The ball! It's moving away. Bouncing away, under the all purpose table where Ignis is. He really wants to go after it. His tail swishes back and forth... If you attached some bristles down the length, you could sweep the floor in no time flat.
parer: (because you took care of yourself)

[personal profile] parer 2025-02-23 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, Ignis wasn't going to call him a dog, but if he insists on bringing it up in the first place...

His gaze idly follows the ball as it rolls on over, in no particular rush even before he finally crouches down to take the toy back into his fingers. "Not a dog, no," he says idly, rolling inbetween his fingers. "It seemed to be a rather popular children's toy from what I could gather." And, you know, being from a modern city. "However, it does appear that I've caused some offense with it. Of course you would not want it. I suppose I shall simply... take it back."
snapp_crackle: (WHAAAAT)

[personal profile] snapp_crackle 2025-02-24 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"W-well, you don't need to be hasty! I'm not rude enough to turn down a thoughtful gift! Even if it is for kids!"

This is actually true. If Ignis has noticed how ugly Popp's belt buckle is, when he has a body that is not shaped like a belt, that is why. His gaze is laser focused on the ball. He knows he's one of the youngest people here, playing with a children's toy isn't going to help his reputation on that front especially with all the crying he's been doing.

And YET. Maybe he can blame his draconic instincts? That's probably fair to do, right?
parer: (Stop waiting for a good day to use)

[personal profile] parer 2025-03-15 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Really now. Much like with Prompto, Popp is really too easy to see through. Ignis doesn't let his amusement show blatantly, however, simply pauses and rolls the ball around in his hand.

"Well... If you insist. I suppose Prompto might like it himself, but it's far easier for me the less I have to carry back home in this weather."

With that said, he tosses the ball over to Popp. He's not intending to just, nail him in the face, but, well. That's something that partially relies on Popp. "Although I wouldn't say this is just for children. Where you're from, does it not have the idea of sports?"
snapp_crackle: (??)

[personal profile] snapp_crackle 2025-03-16 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
BONK. Ignis nails Popp right in the face.

He looks very long suffering, in addition to both long and suffering. At least the ball is within range now!

"Like... martial arts and racing and that kind of thing?"
parer: (people putting pictures of "ugly" and)

[personal profile] parer 2025-03-29 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
...Welp. Ignis does at least look a touch sheepish. "My apologies." He didn't think it'd nail him right in the face...

Still, let's just. move past that bit of embarrassment. Ignis clears his throat. "Well, martial arts and racing are certainly types of sports, certainly. However, I was thinking of sports that involve the use of a ball. Competitive games such as football, and the like."

And he means the Brit- I mean, Lucian football, not the gridiron.
snapp_crackle: (he's gonna do it)

[personal profile] snapp_crackle 2025-04-02 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
He's covered in protective scales, so all the rubbing his nose is for theater, but his dignity, Ignis! At least he has a ball to bat around between his foreclaws now.

"Football is kind of like martial arts with a ball involved. People get into it during festivals, usually... I was always kind of scared of coming out of it with a broken arm, though."

He's from a medieval society, they don't have association rules but they do have some
sort of analogue to Shrovetide football or some sort of calcio-esque game where people punch each other and also a ball is there.
parer: (the dirty dishes are because you ate)

[personal profile] parer 2025-05-05 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
At least he has a ball. That's always something.

Speaking of balls, or at least things vaguely related to balls and indeed a ball is there, Ignis raises a brow at the description of Popp's football. "That... is interesting. In my homeland, while we have a sport of the same name, martial arts aren't involved in the slightest. All the skill and focus involved is how to maneuver the ball and get it across the field."

He tilts his head towards Popp. "Why would your arm get broken during a bout of your football?"
snapp_crackle: (Sup homies)

[personal profile] snapp_crackle 2025-05-12 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's like that, trying to get the ball into the goal... but with less skill and technique and more shoving and brawling. There's always one or a dozen morons who overdo it, which is why I always snuck out once it got too rowdy."

He carefully balances the ball on the tip of his nose, which distracts him from getting too worked up about sports games long past.

"I'm less of a wimp now, but I still don't like that kind of game. Or the one where you chase a wheel of cheese down a mountain. Nobody's caught that stupid thing in years; I don't know why we keep doing it."