#gmrpevent

Hello! The time has come for you to find out which of your characters will have the opportunity to find out just a little more about the infamous wardens. We want you to know that all of your questionnaires were good and a fun read, but we are only humans so we had to pick six of you.

The rules of this game are simple, but are a must to follow in order for it to go all smooth and without any misunderstandings or someone getting upset:

Your character is going to be given directions to a small place—most likely a public one, too, like a café or something like that, and upon their arrival, there is going to be a person waiting for them (a.k.a a starter you’ll be linked to). Now, you ask: “But mods! My character wouldn’t just follow the directions, ESPECIALLY given by the wardens!” Well then, Jan, we respond, you can’t participate in the event. 

Once your character approaches the table for two, where the person is sitting, the café (f.e.) will go on a lock down. Windows, doors — everything will be with thick railings or metal louvers covering them.

The person in front of you is not exactly themselves at the time, and we are sure some of your characters will realize that. 

A button will be pressed and from then on your character has an hour (10 posts each person—20 notes on the thread) to get all the information they need.

Should they not succeed and not be quick enough, they will be knocked out and memory of this meeting erased. For them to succeed, they need to somehow convince the puppet-of-a-person to leave with them.

Bellow the read more is a list of characters that will be participating.

Hello!! Since lately you’ve become a bit lazy, it has been decided to give you a simple task: to fill out a questionnaire about one or two characters of your choice. 

You have time till Sunday, 6 pm EST — to finish and to submit the link of that post to the main. 

Depending on how many of you will fill this out, we will choose either random participants, the ones who caught our attention, or perhaps all of you—and give your character a chance to meet with a specific person whom they will be able to interrogate about the infamous wardens.  

The Questionnaire (under the read more) was made from various questions found all over, and a few of our making. It should help both you and us to look deeper into your character(s). Good luck & don’t forget to tag your triggers!!

Taima awoke from her slumber and immediately met the feeling with scrutiny. There was rarely a night when she’d slept so peacefully and yet, she could not remember a single time she’d awoken during the night. She rubbed her eyes once and, with her vision cleared, she looked around. Heart pounding quickly, Taima noted that her surroundings were not the same that surrounded her prior to her sleep. Looking to the right, she placed her eyes upon the one who tried to touch her bracelet and her brow furrowed in confusion. 

              ❝What is going on?❞

Balder sucked in a sharp breath, practically choking on the air - if he’d had a drink in hand, he would be sputtering all over the place; but thankfully, he’d decided not to indulge his desire to forget everything, at least not for another hour. 

He was patient. It could wait.

@ hermes-the-thief

As a god, Hephaestus had numerous experiences under his belt, experiences only an immortal being could claim to have known, both endurable and enjoyable - but this was, perhaps, the first time he’d ever experienced what mortals referred to as an out-of-body experience. It wasn’t so much obvious as it was ... odd, a sensation the likes of which he’d never felt before. A light, tingling sensation; not necessarily uncomfortable but certainly noticeable. Coming awake to an unfamiliar environment wasn’t new to him ( years as an unwilling captive of mortals had taught him to expect the unexpected and to never underestimate them, for they were unpredictable; weak no more ), and yet as soon as his hazel gaze, alight with wariness and curiosity, focused, zeroing in on the thick, scabrous wall of brick looming before his eyes, something very close to deja vu swept over him.

Close but no dice; if anything, it was a rather poor imitation of it.

But at least there was enough light to perceive with one’s eyes the pathway stretched out before him, hemmed in by impressive walls of brick and metal, too tall to climb over but not so tall as to leave him confounded, incapable of rationalizing and deciding on his next move. 

Follow the yellow brick road. Surely it would lead somewhere, maybe even out of what he’d already begun to suspect was yet another bizarre plane of existence.

No. Not again. He refused to entertain such a thought, not after that time he’d spent on the inlet, forced to explore an abandoned, dilapidated house he’d wanted nothing to do with. A strange experience, to be sure, but one he wasn’t looking to repeat.

A thought that came to a grinding halt when realization hit him square between the eyes.

This place ... it reminded him of the Labyrinth where the Minotaur had resided. The offspring of King Minos’s wife and a bull, the creature had been truly unfortunate.

Confused, Hephaestus scratched his head, wondering if the mortals had cursed them when they’d tossed them onto this damn island to live out the rest of eternity in captivity. That would explain the continuous string of odd situations heaped upon him, one after another, until he was on the verge of embracing the fanatical mindset of a conspiracist. “Why does this keep happening?” Mumbled under his breath. 

You can keep your secret—

When the residence of this furious island went to sleep, perhaps they expected nightmares. However, this is no dream. Each person’s skin was pierced by a piece of electronic device—a bug of a special kind, both keeping them asleep in one place and paralyzing their physical bodies, taking out minds to another dimension. 

For the entertainment of the world, as their pain is being broadcasted off the island for the amusement of those they had once ruled over, the prisoners are launched into a maze with one another.  As they wonder the maze of tall brick and unfeeling metal they do not know this is not the real world until their secrets began to creep up. 

Because as they lay in their beds their minds are trapped in the Maze and their nightmares lurk around the corners, waiting in boiling anticipation. They must complete the maze and face the things they have repressed, they have to break and stand, hurt and heal. 

           Every decision they make come with a price and consequences to live through after. 

In the very maze, they are stuck with another person. Not only that, but you also see each others secrets. If you do not work together you will not be able to move forward in this hellscape.  If you finish the maze you wake up; if you don’t—hope someone else who finished first wakes you up.

                                               The curtain is rising. 

                       Who will be swallowed by their nightmares and who is in control of their thoughts?

—if the rest of them are dead.

This event will last from today, 12 pm EST, until Friday the 8th . Below is the list of paired up muns with the characters they are playing. It is up to the muns, which character is with whom, but they both must work together to thread them through the maze. Each person will receive the task their character must overcome to move on in the Maze. They were based on the secrets you have sent to the main.

Everybody knows what kind of power words can hold—it can both heal and hurt and it can anger; it will push a being to do things they wouldn’t usually do, will turn their tongue into a harshest of weapons ready to strike back.

But what happens when a mere bug insults one who has the power to step on it? A joke’s a joke until it is funny no more—and every little word that slipped your lips suddenly became a rope twisting around your eternal hearts.

This is a mini event, meaning it does not include all of the characters, but only those, who will be listed under the read more. The next time today your characters step into their homes, they will be knocked out — chloroformed — for a good hour {no need to stop playing for an hour, of course} and their living space {a house, or what have you} will be searched through thoroughly. The mess had been made out of order, and many objects are out of their places—humans had no intention of even trying to keep it a secret. But has anything been taken, though? Seemingly not, but you never know—maybe something was taken, maybe was replaced or maybe something new and ugly is hiding under the mattresses of your beds. 

However, if somebody wishes to participate in a way—it is possible if your character {who is not on the list} went home with one of the characters that are on the list, or were in their house at that very moment {which result in them being chloroformed, too}. Threads about this event are welcomed and allowed between all members, as well as solo paras and such. This event happened today but you can post solo para later or discuss what happened any other time, because this has no strict boundaries like normal events do.

Head down in a cupboard, they almost missed the bump of someone creeping up behind them. They whipped their head around to stare at their intruder, eyes almost reflective, like a cat’s. “Don’t tell me you’re security.”