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Week 4
Weather: Monday AM & PM - Clear Skies; Tuesday - Thursday AM Cloudy, PM Rainy; Friday - Clear Skies
- The Meteor Shower
On Monday, there are, in your mailboxes, passports for those who happened to not pick them up when the airport opened. Hold onto these--they’re important, after all! Open them up, and you’ll find not only a title, your name, and your hometown, but you’ll also find…
A blank page? That’s right. There’s a page in the back of the admittedly small passport with only one thing on it: a space that looks like it has room for a star stamp. Huh. That’s strange, isn’t it? There are no hints as to what it could be about, but maybe the announcement will shed some light.
There’s also, like last week, a familiar face around the island… it’s Audie! Come around to her house to say hi--she’s very excited to be here, and very fashionably dressed as she strolls around the island.
And like clockwork, at nine AM, Tom Nook makes his announcement once more:
“Good morning, Isla Sonrisa! A few things this morning. Please give a warm welcome to our new neighbor, Audie!”
Audie smiles and waves at you all with both paws--she’s pretty flattered at the warm response. Tom Nook continues--
“We have for you the ability to build bridges now! Yes, yes, these will prove very useful indeed. Of course, you will most likely have to work together to figure out the best places to put these bridges, as we have only a limited number… But I am sure working together will be little trouble for you all! The only thing to note is that each bridge will come with a construction fee of 15,000 bells each. Consider working together to get some bridges up and running...?”
He pauses, and the next part comes with some measure of almost… not quite dismay, but there’s a certain cloud over the tanuki: “It also seems Iori and Mira have also left the island… Again, we’re looking into it, and should any discoveries come to light, I will tell you immediately.”
He nods to himself, and continues on--
“Next, I’d like to tell you all we have a very special event tonight… a meteor shower! Yes, yes, starting at 7 PM, we will have clear skies and many stars to wish upon. Who knows--maybe your wishes will all come true!” He says that with a bright smile, almost like he really believes it… Or maybe that’s just his quiet optimism? Anyway, he continues--
“Finally, I’d like to thank you all for your hard work in making items for our new friends! Yes, yes, you all have been working so hard to create furniture and items for our housing plots, but this week, I invite you all to put your best DIY skills to the test! There are no specific style requirements in mind, but please make sure our potential new friend has:
1 Table
2 Dressers
1 Clock
2 Chairs
Of course, if you’d like to make more, I am sure our friend will not be opposed…” He pauses, and seems to remember something! “Ah, yes, we are very close to opening our museum… I am sure Blathers would appreciate any bugs, fish, or fossils regardless! Hmm… Yes, that is all I have for you! Thank you once more for your hard work, and have a wonderful day!”
Possible Objectives
1. Help Tom Nook prepare a housing plot for the last villager house.
2. Donate more specimens to Blathers.
3. Attend the meteor shower, if you so desire. There may be some secrets waiting for you...
4. Make a money pool for some bridges.
Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday
(OOC: Welcome to Week 4! Please direct all questions to the FAQ.
Here's this week's Weekly Plotting Post for you all to use!
As always, if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to let us know! Have fun!)
YET
[Just...gonna crack the door open a little.]
yet............
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[. . .]
Is...everything okay out there?
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It is. Everyone's just standing around making wishes on the stars.
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[ARE YOU PEOPLE MAD]
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[He's definitely confused as to the problem.]
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Sorry. Last time I saw a starshower was- [Fucking Elidibus. Not that that one really counted.]
...Wasn't good.
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[Well, he's still confused, but he'd like to understand.]
Is it okay if I come in? Feels kind of awkward standing in your doorway like I'm trying to sign you up for a newsletter.
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[She opened the door the rest of the way and stepped back, tail swaying restlessly.]
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[He walks into the house, stretching a little before facing her again.]
I'm curious about what you've experienced, but I don't want to force you to talk about it either.
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[Even if none of them had the slightest idea of the full reason behind it.]
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[Frown.]
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[how long are expacs really we just don't know]
Empire went n' dropped an ancient Allagan magitek device at the Battle of Carteneau. Basically pulled a red moon from the sky. Stars fallin', the sky lookin' to split apart, and this big glowin' bastard fallin' to Eorzea. Then it cracked open--was a prison for a huge dragon primal, Bahamut. Got sealed away and dealt with, but...world's never the same after a Calamity, and that one was the Seventh.
[Her eyes had gone back to normal, tail still bristling and ears alert for anything out of the ordinary.]
...S'more to it; fallin' stars are a sight what triggers a latent power in some folks. They hear a voice in their heads, and get a power called the Echo.
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I don't need to get what all those names mean to know those're some seriously Bad Things that've happened. My own world almost befell a pretty awful fate, but even with the craziness of that, what you're saying sounds... Well, oof, to say the least.
[Bad enough for some big moon to fall then open up to be a grumpy dragon. But for something like that to have happened seven times so far?]
What's the Echo?
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[Normal as he ever is, really.]
The ones here... They don't seem to be dangerous. I can definitely understand now why they unnerve you, though.
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[She sighed and shook her head, still uneasy.]
I sort of figured it wouldn't all mean the same thing outside the Source and its shards. S'kind of stupid of me.
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[A whisper of our past, burned into your very aether--along with the sight of our end.]
...Somethin' like that.
[Twelve, she hated this.]
Sorry--I ain't supposed to be like this. Jumpin' at lights and all that, it ain't right.
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[He'd rest a hand on her shoulder, but right now, he doesn't want to risk making her jump.]
After what you told me, you have every right to jump at lights. Don't knock yourself down because of trauma.
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[Her tail briefly rose and fell not unlike a particularly aloof cat that had just heard her name and chosen to otherwise ignore it.]
...You ever catch yourself wondering how it ended up bein' you? Thinkin' about all the circumstances that led to you facin' off against gods and worse, whether it started recently or way back when the world first got made like you know it?
...S'kinda screwed up either way.
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