⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 2

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: October 7st - 14th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: The week begins as the time of the Animal Fair finally arrives! Meanwhile, the truth of this reality starts to be revealed, and forces both human and celestial alike attempt to take advantage of a rare opportunity.
Warnings: Individually marked!

BY ANY OTHER NAME↴ Tensions thicken as various supernaturally forces react to the events of the previous week. Something critical is afoot, and it's only a matter of time before things start coming to a head. It's time to find out more about what's happened to this world, and what will happen in its future. ► A NIGHT AT THE FAIR: From the night of the 7th to the morning of the 8th, the Animal Fair is officially in town. There is a top level down below with more information, though you can also RP content from this elsewhere if you wish. The host, who is very likely something called a Wyld Fae (if you discovered that ICly), will be present, but they will only be appearing to you of their own accord and attempting to track them down by force will be ineffective. Just kick back and relax! Fairs are supposed to be fun. ► THORNS IN YOUR SIDE: Culminating in a full fledged attack against the Sanctuary, it would seem that The Rose Queen is declaring war on the changeling population of Portland. Though the vicious attack of thorns against the safe house was eventually stopped, it wasn't without damage, and the black roses that caused it are still popping up around the city and threatening the places where homeless and lost changelings would be likely to congregate. It's obvious now that this is a serious threat - will it ever stop without an intervention? ► HELL ON EARTH: As Anath's march draws near, the first waves of her demons will be entering the city. Primarily acting as scouts and foot soldiers, these demons will be attempting to secure loyalty from the local demon populace, as well as taking out any angels they can manage to catch. It's a level of aggressiveness against heaven's forces that hasn't been seen for years, and it's a foreboding hint of things to come. These demons can be NPCed by anyone, and will mostly be thugs or manipulators who don't know much about Anath's plans but do know that you need to join their side. They are also rowdier than most of the demons in Portland, and are a threat to the innocent mortal populace as well, if they decide to try to get their kicks here. ► THE WIZARD POLICE: The Enlightenment Council seems to have demanded control of the local Circle chapter, and now backup has arrived. These mages are being sent out into the city as if they are a police force, and will be attempting to demand control of various common supernatural areas, as well as questioning community members that they run into. Whatever is going on, it seems to have resulted in the Council instituting what is essentially martial law... of course, not everyone sees any need to heed their demands. If you are a demon, warlock, or other rogue element, expect to be harassed or even attacked by them. These character can be NPCed, and if you need additional information you can ask the mods.

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[osteothropy]

Sans narrows his sockets at Psi, watching him dubiously as he catches up to his side. After a few moments of silence, he scowls, and then grabs Psi by the arm - whipping the two of them off into a side room with a burst of his supernaturally fast flight.

Then he turns to look at the demon, shaken on not, clenching his hands a his sides.

"What did you think was gunna happen?" he asks.

[dorkypantsuit]

He takes a breath as they finally come to a stop, trying to ignore his nausea or the way the room spins. He reaches out, putting a hand on a wall to steady himself. He can hear the anger and the accusation in Sans' voice, and he knows it's completely deserved. He didn't expect Sans to ever be his friend again. He didn't even really know what he was trying to accomplish by talking to him.

He supposed he just missed his friend. He missed messing around, watching TV on the couch, staring at the ceiling and just feeling like shit. It wasn't like they ever did anything totally out of the ordinary, but they did them together. He just doesn't want all those memories they shared to go to waste, locked away to never be spoken of again.

"I don't... I thought it would just turn you blue or something. I thought you're an angel... So nothing would hurt you..."

It was all very stupid in retrospect. He feels the shame of that night all over again. He can't even meet Sans' gaze.

"I'm sorry..." his voice is rough and quiet. He's normally careful to keep his feelings out of his voice and off his face, but right now he's nauseous and in pain and worried about the friend he's lost for good. "God... I'm so sorry."

[osteothropy]

So nothing would hurt him, huh? Something about that stings, because it proved to be factually inaccurate, and on multiple levels. This whole thing is hurting him more than he would have expected it could. He didn't really realize how invested he was until it was yanking him down hard.

Did Psi really think that there wouldn't be any consequences for his actions? Did Sans think there wouldn't be any consequences for his actions? He doesn't know what to believe - that his visions and memories were actually what they looked like, or if this is all part of some kind of insane interdimensional scheme like the one they were talking about in the next room.

He feels like he's going crazy, with this. How could he be so wrong about absolutely everything?

"What if I'm not even an angel, huh?" he abruptly snaps back, the thought letting loose with more abandon than he would normally allow. "What if I'm not so great after all? What if I just fucked up everything I was made to do because I wasn't even made right in the first place?"

What are you talking about, Sans, would be a completely reasonable question here. Not even Sans fully knows what he's talking about, but it's all getting flung out there like a stress reaction.

[dorkypantsuit]

He doesn't even know what Sans is talking about. Sans was an angel, there was no "if's" about it. He was mostly out of it for the angel meeting, so he doesn't connect the barely remembered talk of outsiders to Sans' outburst. 'Wasn't made right' though, the statement resonates with him far more than he'd like. Fucking up everything you were made for, failing to meet expectations, they were painful feelings no one wanted to deal with.

"So what if you were?" This has nothing to do with his apology anymore, but that doesn't matter. Maybe Sans wasn't made right, that didn't change who he was.

"Who cares about supposed to?" If they were everything they were supposed to be they'd never have even been friends in the first place.

"You're a good person... And a good friend."

Better than the demon was, and smarter too. He shifts resting his shoulder against the wall, letting it support him. He's tired and in pain and upset all at the same time and it's a truly fucking exhausting combination. He didn't expect to see Sans like this, the angel seemed so scared. He couldn't help wondering if this was somehow his fault. Had he made Sans feel like he was broken or a failure?