vanara / gulgallana
You appear in a near-empty room. But you are not alone—your team is here, and another. Mirrors line the walls on all sides. Reflected in those mirrors are--
Not you.
Flickering in and out of the mirrors are images: flashes of reds, blues, greens; trees and fields and water; faces you know – all of the "reflections" are images of Kyriakos as you know it.
But it seems so far away—covered in a thick layer of grime.
Those of you whose mirrors are in danger of fading away on the outside know instinctively that you can't simply return. At least, not as you are in your current state. Anyone who looks at them will notice that their forms seem somehow insubstantial, almost see-through. More over: you feel emptied of something, something essential. Whatever it is that makes you care, that keeps you tethered to your very existence has weakened—is in fact failing.
Those of you in the room not in danger of losing yourself understand already that you must aid these people in finding both a new source of strength, new, stronger connections – and clearing the way back home.
Not you.
Flickering in and out of the mirrors are images: flashes of reds, blues, greens; trees and fields and water; faces you know – all of the "reflections" are images of Kyriakos as you know it.
But it seems so far away—covered in a thick layer of grime.
Those of you whose mirrors are in danger of fading away on the outside know instinctively that you can't simply return. At least, not as you are in your current state. Anyone who looks at them will notice that their forms seem somehow insubstantial, almost see-through. More over: you feel emptied of something, something essential. Whatever it is that makes you care, that keeps you tethered to your very existence has weakened—is in fact failing.
Those of you in the room not in danger of losing yourself understand already that you must aid these people in finding both a new source of strength, new, stronger connections – and clearing the way back home.

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[She sees Kyr uniforms, so she's still there... somehow. But what's going on?]
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I created a space so that it may serve as a waypoint for your fractured soul to travel to.
Stay strong and stay with your teammates! We will find you!
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[She bows, even if the Queen can't see it.]
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There is a sound, like a water droplet hitting a hard surface in a quiet room, and one of the mirrors ripples like the surface of a pond, and an arched exit forms, spreading up from the ground, revealing sunlight and grass on the other side. You feel an invisible tug to go outside—and perhaps you should bring your chalice with you... ]
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Mayhaps we are meant to fill them?
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You feel a compulsion to fill your glass with some of that crisp, refreshing water. ]
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Why doesn't he just take a towel, that seems like an okay idea.]
LAWLZ I posted that first one with the wrong journal... too fuckin funny, sorry
thx for the hard work gil
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ROUND FOUR / EVENT CONCLUSION
There is the sound of something ringing. Bells? Chimes? It's a little like the sounds that you hear whenever there is a good end party, however each note of the song that plays seems to shake off more of the remaining dirt and dust. The mirror separating you from Kyriakos begins to shimmer, lose its transparency, and disappears... leaving you free to step through and return to the people who nearly lost you.... ]
[ ooc: proceed to endgame, once Jeff has it up ]