HELIODOR

[dramatispersonae]

[ You are within a circle of trees and angels all made of water and all glowing faintly in your team's color. Somehow everything beyond this circle disappears in that glow. ]

Comments

ROUND ONE

[dramatispersonae]

[ Glowing writing sketches itself out beneath the surface of the water or imprints itself on your mind if you cannot see or read. ]

Tell me of a time, whether here or in your world before, when one of you suffered and endured a trial.

DISCUSSION

[dramatispersonae]

 

SUBMISSION

[dramatispersonae]

[ The shape of a silver hand glows just beneath the surface of the water, waiting to be touched and imbued with the memory requested. ]

Memory: (Describe the chosen memory in second person--it doesn't have to be enormously detailed, but it should give a good impression.)
Character It Comes From:
Keyword: (Assign a keyword to this memory that you feel best sums up the experience, ideally a conceptual noun, e.g. treachery or avarice.)

<b>Memory:</b> (Describe the chosen memory in second person--it doesn't have to be enormously detailed, but it should give a good impression.) <b>Character It Comes From:</b> <b>Keyword:</b> (Assign a keyword to this memory that you feel best sums up the experience, ideally a conceptual noun, e.g. treachery or avarice.)

ROUND TWO

[dramatispersonae]

[ The glowing writing appears again. ]

Choose your team's most prized virtue, which you most aspire to uphold.

DISCUSSION

[dramatispersonae]

 

SUBMISSION

[dramatispersonae]

[ The shape of a silver hand glows just beneath the surface of the water, waiting to be touched and imbued with the virtue requested. ]

Virtue: (This does not have to be a classical or cardinal virtue. "Curiosity" is as acceptable as "charity.")
Why Did You Choose This Virtue?

<b>Virtue:</b> (This does not have to be a classical or cardinal virtue. "Curiosity" is as acceptable as "charity.") <b>Why Did You Choose This Virtue?</b>

ROUND THREE

[dramatispersonae]

[ The trees and angels surrounding you quietly melt away, replaced by thirteen archways, each with glowing writing upon them. You have the sudden awareness that you will need to explore three of these entrances. ]

THE WRITING ON THE ARCHES

[dramatispersonae]

A tale of despair. A tale of determination. A tale of betrayal. A tale of a pioneer. A tale of wrath. A tale of friendship. Another tale of determination. Yet another tale of determination. A tale of bitterness. A tale of discord. A tale of partnership. A tale of trust.

DISCUSSION

[dramatispersonae]

 

ENTER AN ARCHWAY

[dramatispersonae]

[ Comment here every time you decide to pass through an arch. You will be presented with a scenario in each one, to which you must then react as a team. If you don't wish to decide on a reaction or solution to any given scenario, you may exit the archway and pick another one, but to finish the game you must solve three of the tales given to you here. ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[auralfixation]

A trial, huh...? I'm not lacking in memories of those, at least.

Re: DISCUSSION

[alexithymic]

...

That sounds unpleasant.

Re: DISCUSSION

[auralfixation]

Oh! Hi there...

Re: DISCUSSION

[alexithymic]

Hello.

We should decide quickly, if we can.

Re: DISCUSSION

[auralfixation]

Yeah, I've got an idea, if that's alright.

Re: DISCUSSION

[alexithymic]

It is.

[not wanting to share her shit memories ever again anyway]

Re: SUBMISSION

[auralfixation]

Memory: You are walking along, minding your own business, when suddenly something strange happens. You start to feel dizzy, light-headed, and your vision blacks out completely. When you wake up, you're not where you were before--you're in a huge field you don't recognize, full of chaotic images, as though you're in a dream. A stranger dressed in a disguise attacks you, demanding you fight them. Only, they don't call it a 'fight', they call it a 'game'--one you don't know how to play. You can't escape, even though you try. You know, on instinct, that if you lose you'll die. Your best friend is with you, but they can't do anything unless you give them orders. The stranger keeps attacking you, and you're low on health... then, all of a sudden, your mind goes hazy and you start giving orders like you know how to play the game. It's as though someone--or something--is speaking through you, a voice you almost don't even recognize. It's terrifying. You're out of control. Even though you'll barely remember it later, you fight to your last breath and, against all odds, you and your best friend beat the stranger.

But you're positive you won't ever remember how you did it.

Character It Comes From: Seragaki Aoba
Keyword: Fight

Re: DISCUSSION

[auralfixation]

[writes... '-']

Re: SUBMISSION

[dramatispersonae]

[ The silver hand closes and retreats into the depths. For a fleeting moment, the memory imparted to it ripples out and passes briefly, vaguely, through the minds of all those present. ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[alexithymic]

[nnnnot watching, but crouching beside him

her body language is pretty much impossible to figure out, but if he's watching carefully enough, she's refusing to look at the angelthings]

Re: DISCUSSION

[alexithymic]

...I'm not yet familiar enough with Heliodor to tell.

Re: DISCUSSION

[auralfixation]

Ah... sorry about that.

Re: DISCUSSION

[alexithymic]

...

Don't worry.

Re: DISCUSSION

[auralfixation]

Um, as for Heliodor and virtues... maybe it's... something like--equality?

Re: DISCUSSION

[alexithymic]

Is it? That sounds... [nice...]

...I won't be helpful this round. I apologize.