Event: Power Revocation

[applesaucemod]

You know, the Rift really has done some nice things for you. Some of you, anyway. Not all the powers it's bestowed have been bad, right? One could easily argue it's done some pretty solid favors for some of you. And do you appreciate this?

No, you do not. Or not enough, anyway.

So, for the weekend of Friday, June 28th through Sunday, June 30th, the Rift is going to be selectively revoking some of the more useful powers it's been doling out to new arrivals. If your character has any rift-granted powers that make their lives easier, they're going to be losing them at some point during the weekend for a period of twelve hours. (If said rift power is limiting or generally useless, nothing will change. Lucky you!) Maybe it strikes your character Friday morning, or maybe at 11:59 PM on Sunday, but regardless, your character's handy-dandy rift power is going to go away for twelve hours.

Maybe when they get it back, they'll be a bit more appreciative, hmm?


There will not be any main event posts due to the flexible timing of it all, but please tag individual character posts with 'event: power revocation.' Backdating is, as ever, welcome.

Here Comes the Sun [Closed]

[rae_of_sun]

Sunshine is out enjoying the summer weather and attempting to read 'Out of Thin Air: Teleportation and Summoning for Beginners.' 'Attempting' is the operative word; reading anything in daylight (or lamplight, or anything but the near-full darkness of a closet) is a bit of an endeavor. If she moves the book or moves her head, the words seem to heave themselves into three dimensions, and there is nothing entertaining about words literally leaping off the page. She has to lie belly-down in the sheep meadow with her face directly above the page to make any progress.

So, the buzz of her phone isn't an entirely unwelcome distraction. She digs it out of her pocket and thumbs open the text, and--

THERE

--it's from Spike. It's also a line of gibberish that takes her a few seconds to parse, but once she does, she pushes herself upright, book forgotten. She fires off a quick text back, because her internal compass is only giving her direction, not distance, then shoves the book back in her bag and lurches to her feet.

And it's still--

THERE

--even though her phone is back in her pocket, and she breaks into a trot in the indicated direction. It's not just an awareness of where he is, it's a tug, and if his stupid undead life wasn't at stake in peril, she'd probably find it unnerving. It is unnerving. But not as unnerving as the thought of him bursting into carthaginian flames before she can even find him.

Fortunately, it doesn't actually take her that long to get to him. And he's just… sitting under a tree. Looking completely fine. She slows to a walk, then stops dead in her tracks and stares at him as she catches her breath. What the hell kind of cover does he call that? She'd assumed he would at least have been in a building. Oh, gods, is he just making shit up?

Once she's caught some of her breath back, she snaps, "What the hell." She thought this was a klaxon-worthy emergency.