EVENT: ARIMA ▒ APRIL 22-23

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Arima Mining Colony
WARNINGS: Potential for gambling, drugs, violence, sex work.
SUMMARY: Passengers departing for and arriving by shuttle at the Arima Mining Colony.
NOTES: Covers April 22-23. IC event start commences post-Gunnery announcement. Divided by locations; players are free to indicate which day, and to begin new subthreads wherever they'd like! April 24-26 log here.

You step off of the shuttles into one of the bustling, heavily-guarded docks buried deep within the rock of an asteroid. Everyone seems too wrapped up in their own business to pay much mind to the group pouring out with you, and the mechanical sounds of takeoff, landing, and regular maintenance fill the air with clinks and whirs. As you begin to explore the colony, you find dingy and worn streets filled with a ruckus that's easy to get lost in: pushy merchants, booming, scratchy voices coming from inebriated patrons, and the scurrying footsteps of opportunistic thieves darting through the crowds. The colony no longer seems to profit off its mines, but this waystation for undesirables does have a taste for myriad forms of entertainment.

Comments

DREAM

[doesntdohumble]

If this were a regular shuttle trip there would be no way in hell that Eric would be falling asleep in any way, shape, or form. Sleeping, dreaming, it leaves him vulnerable in such a way that really isn't comfortable for a vampire. But there are outside forces acting on him right now. And so when Morgoth's voice whispers across his mind, heavy with power, his influence steely and tight on his thoughts, it does not take that much time before his eyes are drooping and his body is following the suggestion that his mind is feeding him.

Sleep. 'Dream' And so Eric does...

[morgoth]

When Erik awakens, it is as a child, in his own bed. Beside him on either side are the warm-furred bodies of sleeping wolves, and all around him is the thick, metallic stench of blood. The disparate parts of his family members, slain and pulled apart by the very wolves who lay all about him, have gone cold about the roughly-hewn room.

One arm is even tucked over his legs, still in the mouth of a sleeping, black-furred beast.

[doesntdohumble]

Eric stiffens, smelling the blood, feeling the wolves all around him. He can smell death in the air and the fear he is consumed with is near palpable. If he moves, he will surely be killed. They are sleeping all around him, have the blood of his mother, his father, his infant sister on their teeth. What is to say that if he wakes them, he will not be next? Of course, if he does not try to move, if he continues to lie there among the corpses of his loved ones, they will wake in time anyway, and what is to say they won't tear him apart then instead?

Eric's heart begins to race almost instantly.