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PLOTTING POST: EVENT 003
| EVENT 003: INAUSPICIOUS TIDES |
I. Swap til you drop With the abundance brought forth by the influx of Eros energy in the world, the Augur has blessed the world's new organic inhabitants - past and recent arrivals both - with personalized welcome packages. Overnight, these goody bags have been quietly delivered to the doorsteps (or dirty hovel floors, Gundams, tree branches, etc.) of each Island resident. Open them up to find a supply of basic hygiene necessities perfectly suited to your tastes, as well as a small selection of fun extras: good quality clothing, beachwear, fancy soaps, "necessities" to complete an Auspicious Act, and maybe even a surprise from home. Unfortunately, not every item is yours. In their haste to please their guests, the robots might have mixed a few items up, switching up favorite colors, smells, lingerie sizes, and preferred condom flavors - among other things - for someone else's. What’s more, a tiny glitch in the Augur has also beamed some inventory items directly from their owners' homes and placed them right in a stranger's welcome bag! The robots catch on quickly to the problem. By afternoon, they have hastily set up a swap meet on the beach for residents to trade, sell, or barter their unwanted items. "̷T̶r̷a̷d̴e̵ ̷a̴u̸s̷p̸i̶c̸e̴s̶ ̵a̴n̷d̴ ̶b̵e̶ ̷t̶w̸i̴c̵e̴-̴b̸l̷e̸s̷s̸e̸d̵!̴"̶ As a special event, the robots on site are also facilitating square swaps for consenting parties, and will upload the appropriate app to the devices of interested residents. Use your wrist device to project your A5 card for all to see and get swapping! Simply by tapping each other's card displays, you can easily switch squares between yourselves. The robots have authorized one square swap per person. II. Treasure Island i̶n̴o̶r̷g̷a̷n̷i̵c̷ ̸m̷a̶t̵t̴e̶r̴ ̶d̵e̵t̵e̶c̷t̵e̶d̶.̶.̷.̴ All of the activity on the beach has kicked up something beneath the sands, and as you make your wait through the festivities you may notice something glittering and gold on the sands. Mysterious treasure has begun to wash up from the seas - from large chests (ahem) to small statues, from ornate jewelry to faceless coins of indeterminate origin. You may not be the materialistic sort, but the treasure almost compels you to pick it up. Once you find something, you'll be hungry to unearth more. When questioned about the treasure's source, the robots appear stumped. Jewels and gold have no worth to them, they explain. h̶o̸l̷d̶ ̴o̵n̵ ̷t̶o̶ ̴w̶h̶a̶t̸'̸s̷ ̵p̸r̶e̶c̸i̶o̶u̴s̶.̴.̶.̴ Time will reveal that this is cursed treasure. The treasures on the beach inspire feelings of not only jealousy, but also the desire to flaunt what you do have. You find yourself craving what belongs to others - be it food, items... or even lovers. Those under the treasure’s spell are attracted to even more treasure; a flash of shiny new gemstones may be all it takes to entice even the most loyal to your side. Anyone who can sense magic will notice a faint green aura around a cursed item, but little else can be determined. Incorporating an item into your Auspicious Acts - be it coin to trade for the pleasure of their company, or if you'd prefer to be taken wearing nothing but decadent pearls - seems to lift the aura and alleviate those strange feelings of envy and vanity. Inauspicious Tides The lucky few who discover how to cleanse the treasure of its aura are not enough to stop the rightful owners from coming to claim what’s theirs. From the deep, they rise. A flash of lightning illuminates the dark sea. A horde of bodies begin to walk out from beneath the waves. They range from monstrous to humanoid, but a commonality they all have is decay. "Our treasure..." Some are completely inhuman, covered in bone and debris, flailing slimy limbs or tentacles at anything that moves. Others seem half-person, half-shipwreck, with bodies mutating around pieces of driftwood. While the largest of them threaten to wreak havoc on the beaches from the shallows, their long tentacles reaching for any buildings within their grasp with destructive intent, the smaller and more human-looking of the invaders march in droves towards land. The robots rally to defend the Island, but it soon becomes apparent that they are no match for this threat.  "Give it back..." When the horde makes it ashore, they may attempt to fight the residents of the Island - but they seem far more agitated by the appearance of any native 'bots, attacking them maliciously. They are impervious to gunfire, they feel no pain, and their waterlogged bodies make them resistant to flame. They spill over all corners of the city as they make their way to the hospital. Should any of these creatures make it inside, they will head for the Augur first and foremost. And though the sun's rays will peek through the windows and turn them to ash come daybreak, their damage is done. The Augur will go offline for repairs; the robots will dedicate themselves to tending to it for the next month. N A V I G A T I O N |
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