CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Basecamp and beyond.
WARNINGS: Masks, hallucinations, flying debris.
SUMMARY: A strong wind comes in from the east, sending the camp into disarray. During the commotion, strange masks appear, showing characters distant places and leading them into danger.
NOTES: Event log for the 2015 Halloween mini-event!

( it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good )

CHARACTERS: Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes wander the jungle during stampedes. Whelp.
LOCATION: In the skirting jungles, in the path of said destruction on the 19th.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Hughes needs to keep his mouth shut sometimes.

( run for the hills )

CHARACTERS: Jemma Simmons, David, you!
LOCATION: the science tent, base camp, and beyond.
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: tent sitting, supply gathering, settling a chicken/egg dragon/newt debate.
NOTES: if you have something in mind that you'd like, feel free to send me a pm or hit me up on legions

( taylor swift lyrics or something )

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Basecamp, Medical and beyond.
WARNINGS: Implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: The Tranquility jumps again.
NOTES: Can be found at the bottom of the post.

( Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. )

CHARACTERS: AJ Harris and Algidus and YOU!
LOCATION: Encampment
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Two new arrivals return to camp triumphant and ready to barter with the biggest river-pig yet.
NOTES:
1) Backdated to several days after the September batch of newbies arrived. September 15 or so.
2) Catch-all for setting up some trade. They're looking for tech, trading for sea-bacon. Try to start some shit and the bit ice alien will end it.





( Trading Time at the Shouting Rock! )

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE, ANYONE but Sirius Black is doing the initiation
LOCATION: THE SHOUTING ROCK, a large craggy boulder which stands just to the southern border of what centralized camp has been (moved and re-) constructed
WARNINGS: SHOUTING
SUMMARY: there is important information that needs to be disseminated and since there's no network and no owl post, we have to resort to old fashioned methods. that means SHOUTING IT AT EACH OTHER.
NOTES: backdating this just slightly to September 13. also mostly this is for action tags and quick meet-ups and discussions of any weird discoveries - so please feel free to carry on your own brief scenes below. shout back and share planet info and threadjack and heckle each other and carve all over the Shouting Rock. this is the worst Town Hall meeting ever.

( HEAR YE HEAR YE &C )

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Basecamp, Medical and beyond.
WARNINGS: Implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: The Tranquility jumps for the first time since crashing.
NOTES: Can be found at the bottom of the post.

( It's safe to wake up now. )

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: The wreck site and the jungle beyond.
WARNINGS: Will update as needed.
SUMMARY: Characters recover after the crash and begin to establish means of survival in the new environment.
NOTES: Open log for general play for the rest of the month. Prompts are included for inspiration, but do not need to be strictly adhered to!

( There's something out there waiting for us... )

CHARACTERS: Anyone
LOCATION: All over the place
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Nami's not so good at the hunting and foraging thing and can only provide limited medical assistance. But she can provide fresh water, hot or cold. Bring her a container and she'll fill it for you.
NOTES: Over a few days! She'll make the offer to people she knows and the triage tree/shelter, because she figures that might come in handy. After that, you can assume the word gets round if you want to come and get fresh drinking water or a hot shower. (Yeah, she supplies those too.)

( She'll take this place over the ship actually. )

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: Awareness comes to you slowly in the smothering quiet of the blue fluid. In the light piercing through from the medical bay you realise there's a shadow, a figure stood at the glass of your gravcouch, a hand pressed to the surface just above your face. Fear spikes through your gut as waves of alien sensation crash into your mind, a rage that feels endless, all-consuming, furious, molten hatred that you know is for you.

When the fluid drains, door sliding open to deposit you on the medbay floor, you remember it. Remember it coming again and again, like a nightmare that plagued your sleep over and over, leaving you with no respite, no rest. Days. Perhaps even longer.

You remember that the light coming through from behind the shadow was red.

New arrivals will find messages spray-painted in red across their lockers telling them not to follow their tattoo numbers, and instead to find a room on Floors 001-010.

( I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. )