We're picking up here just after the party (though feel free to keep rping party scenes, esp any reincarnate scenes.) A reminder of the shit that went down is here:
http://asylums.insanejournal.com/phoenix_ooc/14812.htmlThe most important part:
And then midnight chimes. A few things happen at this point. The lights go out. A storm cracks open over the mansion, windows blowing in, glass shattering. Lightning hits the tree the gods are gathered near, knocking them all unconscious. All acolytes are felled too, collapsing and/or convulsing. Warriors feel a spike of incredible adrenaline, healers feel sudden sharp pain, makers get a sudden, collective vision of the manor as a mechanized fortress, prophets get dizzy and will see the faces of the sentinels imprinted on their minds eye for weeks, sentinels will feel nameless fear and hear growling at the door, and archivists…aware. Instantly, immediately aware. They know who they are, who they were, what the Nothing made them forget. They see the Nothing everywhere around them, like a thick, living smog. They recognize all reincarnates as reincarnates, as well as who they were. They know all names of every reincarnate they meet (past and present lives). They recognize people with special abilities and know what they are able to do.
Instant, immediate awareness and overload.
As for everyone else, the fear passes within a few minutes, as does the adrenaline, dizziness, and pain. The makers are still left with ideas ticking in their heads of how to fortify the manor…really, with the obsession of how to do it. The prophets still remember the faces of the sentinels and get a bit of a shock every time they see one, but can’t remember why it is important. Ambulances come for the gods, who are stirring, though slowly, and the acolytes, who begin to stir once their gods come to them. (Whether it is in the next few minutes or days later in the hospital—they will be comatose until their god touches them). The party is technically over but Wayne Manor is left open for people to stay in guest rooms if they do not want to brave the storm (which is a doozy, with near-hurricane-force winds.) You may play anything that happens in the manor after hours in separate threads. I encourage exploring, mystery, and sexy fun times!
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We are starting in the aftermath, though you are free to define what part of the aftermath you're playing. (Minutes later? Hours? The next day or two? Just make it clear in the subject line.) Starting Monday, we're officially back on normal time.
Gods and acolytes are being taken/have been taken to the hospital. Acolytes are in comas until their gods can pull together enough to go to them. (An unaware compulsion). If you're not sure if you're an acolyte, check with your god! Sentinels are spooked beyond measure and archivists are...aware and suffering information overload.
And serious, explore the manor and have hot sex in guest rooms. It is like a rite of passage!