#event 007

It’s warm out, humid even by the shore, once you make it down to deep Brooklyn. It’s not a feyry event, and so there’s no compelling to go, but quite a few notable fey had mentioned they would be there, and the rumour mill started churning and now it’s become one of those ‘hunting’ nights where the fey show up in whatever they deem most fashionable for the situation and prowl on the humans for their fun—though there’s also fun, of course, to be had in the midway games and on all the rides.

The most notable of these rides is, of course, the Coney Island cyclone. It’s the mother of American roller coaster culture that first debuted on June 26, 1927, with 12 drops and 27 elevation changes that will still take your breath away. There’s also the Sling Shot, the stomach-turning Zenobio, and the Thunderbolt, among other thrilling options. There are midway games like the Fishing Pond, the Water Race, Balloon Darts, and Whack-A-Mole. Dining options include Coney Island Cones, pizza, hot dogs, White Castle, fried carnival fare at Luna Snacks, and down by the water, Place to Beach.

Coney Island is known for its colourful crowd of people. Don’t wander too far beyond the park as the surrounding blocks can get a little rough and hard to navigate, but inside, this is the stretch that produced the stuff of the Coney Island Mermaid Parade held last month. Attire can be as boisterous or as casual as desired. There’s also something to be said for tonight of all nights attracting the weird and wonderful from out of the woodwork: there’s a total lunar eclipse at 5 degrees Aquarius tonight. It’s the longest one of the century.

That’s just four minutes short of the longest such event that's astronomically possible.

That brings with it its own shifts, as it turns out. The hungry grass is found in the cracks of the sidewalks here, but even more prevalent are the occurrences of the hungry rocks. Some people have already found these littered about, but they grow in clusters all around Luna Park, looking almost on purpose, like displays. The hungry rocks have an allure about them, they seem to call to you, the way you’d pick up or touch anything that seems interesting when laid out so innocuously. If you touch these rocks, you’d feel a warmth radiate up through your fingertips and to your heart like a tingling.

The longer you hold the rocks, the harder it is to let go. If you hold them for a few seconds or a moment or two, it will feel really good, and you may not want to let go. During this part, the rocks will feed off your memories; the shorter the touch, the smaller and more inconsequential/unnoticeable the memory would be. Might be of your lunch yesterday, or how you got home—nothing you’d miss. But if you hold on longer, it will take more from you. It may take childhood memories, or memories from one of your lost loves, or memories of your siblings, your parents, your pets—something meaningful.

It’s up to you what memories are taken, but please send a bullet list of these memories to the main for us (they’ll be relevant later; giving us this only gives more depth for your muse for a later event, so we encourage it). 

Your muse can break contact early on, but the longer they hold, the harder it will be to break that trance contact and the more they’ll need help to break the trance. The odd thing is, the only thing that seems to be able to break this trance is a song from a Lark—if you can find her, if she wants to help you—or Brielle’s pipes played, but there’s little to no reason for her to have brought them. After you’re no longer touching the rocks, you’ll feel fatigued. These hungry rocks are scattered, waiting throughout the park, for anyone who is lured into interacting with them, shining like quartz lit from within.

Trigger warning: death, gore.

The rocks are only part of the shift. During the lunar eclipse, two things happen: the fey lose their ability to perform glamours, underscoring the weakness within the Courts. Perhaps—perhaps—the hungries and the weakness might coincide. But is one the cause or the symptom? And then—someone—amidst all the fun and the curiosities—toward midnight—Hyacinth* finds the body of an Unseelie fey in the style of Eurya from Imbolc: the fey looks... not newly killed, but rather purposefully moved there, to be found, and on the forehead is a 7-pointed star, as if mocking the protection of the fey. 

The Unseelie fey, Spruce, showed the same the slack of jaw and the iron coffin nails that had been impaled through the man’s eyes, killing him. It was long enough ago that it could have been done last month, or last year, depending on method of preservation used by the attacker. Lark identified the body as her adopted father’s cousin and a feyry coroner would later find he had both elixir #10 and a Seelie herb tranquilizer in his system, like the Imbolc attack. Nothing else was found near the body, resting as it was, sunken as it was, waiting as it was to be found beneath the blood moon.

**Notes: Akira, if you would rather Hyacinth not be the one to find the body, let us know! And if any Unseelie fey would like to be the “someone” who identified Spruce, just let us know and we’ll confirm for you if it was your muse! First come / first serve, hit up the main. [DONE] And a note on what I know will come: no, the loss of the ability to do glamour for all fey doesn’t effect the ability or potency of #99 (as that’s already been created through a Wild Hand). Mal can’t make more till his glamours return, though, so it will make #99 in higher demand, rarer, and more expensive.