Event - Fan Service

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Fan Service

➥ We're Live

(cw: Insects/centipedes, body horror, manipulation)

It's 9 PM at night when a message is broadcast across the network. It seems to be from a new account, lovelyren, and it's a video feed. A group of about 20 people are clustered together in what looks like an abandoned warehouse. They're lit up by some high-powered lights on stands that they've clearly brought with them. Everyone is holding some sort of sign that reads things like: 'I believe in magic!' and 'Ghosts are real!', along with 'I <3 Jimmy!' There are other signs proclaiming the titles of various posts that one J. Griffon, a social media persona with a small cult following, has put up over the last several months.

They all wave and smile at the camera until someone else steps in front of it, then quickly backs up to stand at the front of the group. It's a woman who may be disturbingly familiar to those who have been following the the news. It would seem that reports of the death of 'Gen Z's favorite VTuber' have been greatly exaggerated.

"Hi, hi, Jimmy!" Ren Morimoto exclaims. "We are gathered here, at the site of a supernatural happening in the making. We, your die hard fans, just wanted to show you how much we appreciate you showing us how real magic is, how wonderful it can be. Everyone should know about magic, and we are going to make sure that they do."

At the edges of the video the shadows begin to start… squirming. No, not the shadows. There is something dark moving around the edges of the room. Many somethings.

"So, let's begin, shall we? Maybe with a story. There once was a boy who decided to share a secret with the world. Now, this secret was something that many little boys and girls hoped was true, wanted to be true. And he gave them the love they'd been craving all their lives. He gave them a community of people who believed what they did, who saw the things he showed them and truly knew in their hearts that they'd been right all along."

The somethings are moving in, shiny carapaces glinting in the light. One of the women in the group glances off to the side, and startles visibly. "Hey… Luvvie? I think there's, uh… bugs in here. We might wanna set up somewhere-"

'Luvvie' cuts her off, ignoring the woman. "They loved him so much, they were willing to go to any lengths to try to get in contact with him, to find a way to give him a gift." Ren smiles as a centipede squirms out of one of her nostrils and scurries down her cheek and out of sight. "So, that's what this is, Jim, another video for you. Real magic." She steps to the side as the fans shriek and break apart, some of them slapping themselves as they scattered for the various rooms of the buildings.

"Uh oh! I don't think they like my magic." She tsks. "That's okay, though. I have a lot of friends who do." Rather than cutting the feed, Ren picks up her camera and winks at it before flipping it so that she can film the fans as they run and scream. "Why don't you and your friends come and play? I hope you liked my wormy game."

➥ In the Hive

(cw: insects/swarms, bites, altered mental states/toxic relationship dynamics, body horror, potential for character death)

Thanks to Tim's quick admission of the situation, ADI has deployed its forces immediately to the abandoned warehouses just west of Essex Bay. Anyone who volunteers to join in this rescue mission will be kitted with night vision goggles, a gas mask, an excessive amount of bug killer, and anything that can be used to protect their body and skin from intrusion.

Volunteers will be dispatched in a few large vans with a unit leader giving them a briefing on the way. There are civilians in that warehouse. Some of them may be dead or infested and need to be mercy-killed. Save the ones you can, but do not bring them into the vans immediately. They have to be checked and all bugs removed. A medical area away from the vans will be set up and survivors can be brought there. Do not engage with Ren Morimoto. This is a search and rescue mission. Along with killing as many fucking bugs as possible.

Inside the warehouses is chaos. Flies and mosquitoes swarm and try to block people's vision or bite them while other creepy crawlies climb up them and try to insinuate themselves into any entry point that they can. They sting, bite, and scratch their victims however they can. Those bitten may experience a momentary mixture of euphoria and terror, along with a desire to latch onto whomever is closest and share the insectoid love in the air. If you're going down, you might as well take someone with you.

But there are people to save beyond yourselves. Maybe you're lucky and you've found one of the survivors who's managed to make it somewhere safe until help has arrived. Maybe you're unlucky and find a half-devoured corpse. Maybe you're unluckier still and find a half-dead, delirious person trying to grab for you, begging for help, begging for you to love them. They're so afraid. They just need someone. Please!

➥ Lights Out

(cw: voyeurism, scopophobia, mind-control/compulsion, potential for humiliation)

The mood at ADI Headquarters is a somber one the next morning. Everyone who helped with the rescue will be treated to decontamination procedures, temporary quarantine, and the tea or coffee of their choice. And once they're released? Well, there's work and life to get back to. The traumatic wheel ever turns.

As it happens, it turns toward more holiday-themed horrors. Reports have come in about holiday decorations causing a series of unusual injuries and even deaths throughout the County. People are being urged to observe appropriate electrical safety, and ADI personnel (or those connected), are sent to investigate these reports. There are a few avenues of investigation and people will be assigned to groups of two or three to track them down:

• Visit someone who claims their lights are acting up. They're scattered throughout Gloucester and the surrounding towns. Many of them seem to be dead ends with people who just don't know how to set up lights properly. Some of them are people who seem to be genuinely terrified about something that happened. It may take a few groups sharing information to learn that there's any pattern. But one thing that seems to come up for those who seem to have had a real experience? "Turn out the lights. It sees you in the glow."
  
  
• Visit a store selling the suspect lights. It will become apparent that there's one brand, in particular, causing problems: Illumination Rite. Questioning shop owners will lead to the discovery that these lights don't actually belong in their store and they're not sure where they came from. But they're selling well, so…
  
  
• Test out some lights. ADI isn't keen on this, but seeing as there are many strands of the Illumination Rite lights that aren't causing trouble, they're trying to pin down which are and how they're different. Brave souls can step into the light! And spend a very dull time plugging in lights to see if there's an issue with them. When they come to a problem strand, it becomes immediately apparent, though. The lights come on and it feels like there is something right behind you, staring at you, judging you. And in a potential moment of panic, people may find themselves compelled to confess to something horrifying or humiliating that they've done or that has happened to them.

➥ It Sees You

(cw: voyeurism, scopophobia, living dolls)

As the holidays near, festive preparations are underway…though they're rather lackluster compared to Halloween's preparations. Maybe it's the recent spate of civilian deaths at the hands of Ren Morimoto and her little friends, maybe it's because Pam has been put on leave while she recovers from an emergency amputation, but it's looking like it'll be a blue Christmas at ADI this year. Except….

It seems someone must have taken it upon themselves to inject a little holiday cheer into headquarters. Tinsel and garlands spring up literally overnight, with more decorations appearing each morning as the end of the month draws near. And then the elves start showing up. Smiling plastic faces atop felt bodies can be found lurking amongst the Christmas decorations, posed here and there as though playing, hiding, or committing minor acts of vandalism. It's cute, if that's the kind of thing you're into, but they're everywhere and their numbers only grow as the month wears on. Or are they moving from place to place? It seems nowhere is elf-free; step behind a locked door for a private conversation and you'll catch a glimpse of a plastic gaze out of the corner of your eye. Stealing borrowing from the supply closet? There's an elf behind that box of pens. Heading to the restroom? The less said, the better. And it must be just coincidence, but their faces are always turned in just the right direction to seem to make eye contact. They're watching you. Judging you. Cataloging your every sin.

And then they spread to your homes. They can be found peering in through windows, wedged under apartment doors, hiding in your silverware drawer, your bookshelves, your bed. There's a constant itch of being watched now. What have they seen? What have they overheard? Have you been good this year?

➥ Mod Notes

• GENERAL - Players are welcome to play NPCs for themselves when they are needed in a thread. If you need more information on general behavior for these types of NPCs, please feel free to ask! In general, the information provided in the prompt should be sufficient and you're welcome to make up any details beyond that for your specific scene. Please remember that character deaths are permanent and plan accordingly!
  
  
• WE'RE LIVE (16 December) - Characters will have the opportunity to talk to Ren in this prompt. Please respond to the NPC Threads comment below for responses from her. As a note, Tim Drake will be coming forward first with her location, but other characters are welcome to attempt to hack and identify the location she is broadcasting from. ADI NPCs will be scrambling to find out where the signal is coming from and how it got onto their network. Those in the IT Department or with specialized hacking skills will be able to identify that the Hermy the Wormy program was a vessel for Ren to make her way into the network, not only stealing network profile info, but creating an account for herself. Luckily, she doesn't seem to have got past the communications network.
  
  
• IN THE HIVE (16 December) - This is a voluntary mission. Characters who agree to go will be promised additional pay, and it's going to net them some general good will from ADI's leadership. They will need both people to go into the warehouses and medical staff to help the survivors/any rescuers who are injured. The warehouses are in a swampy, long-abandoned town in an area locally referred to as the Kettle for how hot and humid it gets in the summer. Those who go looking for Ren Morimoto, specifically, will not find her in the house. Just… bugs. So, so many horrible bugs. It seems possible that she might actually be the swarm and killing them will kill her, but ADI personnel will not have a definitive answer on that given how varied avatars and their powers can be. Those who are bitten will experience a compulsion to make someone around them suffer in some way, to vex their rescue efforts, or even try to get them killed by the bugs or the poison in the air.
  
  
• LIGHTS OUT (17-25 December) - There is no apparent source of the lights and no company that's actually called Illumination Rite. Characters may find cursed strands of light either while specifically testing things or when investigating in other ways. Even after making a terrible confession, there will be a sense of something watching and passing judgment over you. The sense will fade in time, or characters may experience an impulse to force others to confess to terrible things to help ease their own sense of fear. Misery loves company, after all.
  
  
• IT SEES YOU (20-31 December) - The elves can be destroyed and appear to just be made of felt and plastic if taken apart, but the feeling of being observed by them (and the elves' ability to move about and continue spying) will not abate unless their eyes are completely destroyed. Allowing the elves to remain in place will result in growing feelings of paranoia. They are always found posed, never in motion, but may disappear from one room and reappear in another if left unobserved. Elves will spread most rapidly and enthusiastically into the homes of characters who tested Illumination Rite light strands. On December 26 ADI officials will issue an order for all employees to round up any elves they find and bring them to a holding room on B1, where the elf dolls will undergo testing before being burned. Elves will continue to crop up around ADI and character housing until they have all been found and destroyed.

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cw for addiction mention

[aelwyn_aberration]

[She understands.

She hates that she understands but she does, she really, really does. There's so many things she did to escape from the way she felt, the bonds that held her down like chains. Drugs, alcohol, meaningless sex, even evil was nothing more than an escape from all of that.

The idea of giving into that? Of going back into the warm embrace of sweet escape?

It's as tempting as it is disgusting to even think of.]

And just like her, you know nothing of the feeling she claims to have infected you with. You poor, pitiful creature. [There is a hint of disappointment and disgust in her tone, but no real anger.] But fine. I'll just have to sear some sense into your pretty face.

[She raises her enflamed palm and with an uttered incantation, summons up a ward around her, and suddenly two flames writhe around her, thin and long like tentacles made of fire, as a small cluster of insects away from the main swarm rapidly fly toward her, one of the tendrils darts out and sets the entire cluster ablaze before returning to her side.]

Come on, tough girl. Show me what you're made of.

[myfavoritemurder]

[Callisto, who will act pathetic and then fight tooth and nail against being pitied, doesn't react to being called pitiful now. It's not said with actual pity, or even sympathy, and she's used to disgust. Welcomes it, even - almost as much as she welcomes that magnificent display of firepower in front of her now.]

With pleasure.

[She hisses, because even the euphoria coursing through her system isn't enough to chase away her anger or her total willingness to see blood on pavement. With a yell, she leaps for Aelwyn, arcing into the air and aiming to come down practically on top of her, her sword ready to bite skin.]

cw for inflicted burning on a person

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Aelwyn smiles, it's particularly nasty, and shows no trace of fear. At her core, she's quite a frightful person, who doesn't want to be hurt.

Luckily, she came prepared. She's always prepared. The sword hits a barrier that might as well be made of steel. It does crack a bit, having sustained a considerable amount of damage from the blow, but none of that damage reaches Aelwyn's person.] Tough break.

[And when the attack is shielded, the tendrils begin to move about, and they both launch at Callisto with an impossible speed. The tendril of flame slaps across her sword arm and her neck, searing an awful burn in both areas.]

Still feeling happy, darling?

[myfavoritemurder]

Ow!

[She screeches, which in most people would be answer enough, but Callisto's an odd duck even without bug-induced euphoria: she's still grinning viciously, and though the pain hurts her as much as it would hurt any mortal, it's not enough to make her stop. She slashes her sword through the air again, aiming right for that crack - though her injured arm trembles a bit, and the blow is noticeably weaker. Adrenaline helps, but only to a point.]

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Aelwyn's lips twist into a wide, manic grin at the pain she's inflicting, and it only widens when she sees Callisto's own expression. When the sword hits her ward, the crack widens. 7/40 HP left. It won't be able to take another hit.

The tendrils roar to life, slashing once again at Callisto, one after the other slamming into her with unconcious elemental fury. Aelwyn just cocks her head.] A masochist then, are we? I can play along with that.

[She raises her hands in a casting stance and summons five spectral bolts of light that float around her arm.] Let's see if I can make you BEG!

[And then she throws her arm forward, sending the bolts straight for her. Magic Missile, cast at third level. They're only about the strength of a baseball each, but they're impossible to dodge without magic.]

[myfavoritemurder]

Oh, darling--

[She says brightly, bracing herself for another forward lunge.]

You could never.

[And it's true, at least in this case. Even when she screams as the bolts hit her - one to each shoulder, one to each arm, and one to the stomach, scorching her armor and searing her skin - she doesn't plead for mercy. She flies backward and lands hard on her back, knocking the wind out of herself - not that she notices, because she's unconscious before she hits the ground.]

cw for arson

[aelwyn_aberration]

[Aelwyn watches her fly, and in an instant she feels cheated. Is this what she considered a fight? She wants to walk over to Callisto and slap her across the face, or burn her name into her skin.

Or snuff out her life.

But she sobers up from those thoughts and sees the situation for what it is. A colleague that she has just badly injured, who could very easily die if Aelwyn just leaves her for the bugs to feast on.

So it's with a frustrated growl that she raises a hand at the horde and summons forth a roaring line of fire that goes straight through the entire cluster. Hundreds, thousands... a lot of insects start dropping dead as the building itself begins to catch fire. Good. The majority of the hostages are safe by now, if not all of them, and the fire's not bad enough yet that the others can't get out. If it were, Aelwyn can snuff it out. Maybe she can bury Ren in flame with her precious insects.

She steps forward, grabs Callisto's body and hauls her up, ensuring she's safely away from the fire she just set and starts carrying her to safety.

She's formulating a cover story for the both of them. Luckily, she just created a perfect source of Callisto's burns.]