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Event: The Reveal Glass

Across the Pokémon world, characters may have spotted a falling star last night. Or at least, one would think that's what it was: a naturally occurring phenomenon, rather than a legendary artifact. Specifically, the Reveal Glass fell to earth during a fight among a group of legendaries started by the return of a long-lost family member. But it's probably best to leave them to handle all that themselves, while your characters deal with other consequences.

The Reveal Glass shattered upon impact, and the shards scattered throughout Kanto, Johto, and the Sevii Islands… And made their way into the hearts of your characters. But bleeding isn't the concern here. Instead, the impact will hit when a character first looks into any reflective service. An eerie feeling hits them as they're transported to the Mirror Dimension.

While this realm can be many different things for different characters, one thing is always true: It is a place of honesty, where true selves are revealed. Those struck by a shard will find themselves facing truths they are no longer able to hide, and now must accept. Fortunately enough, even those who haven't been struck will be able to enter the Mirror Dimension during this event via a reflective surface to offer help. By the end of the 29th, things will return to normal. Characters will be back in the usual Pokémon world and their hearts will be rid of the shards, but time is strange in the Mirror Dimension, and the experience may feel like it goes on far longer than a day. Or, maybe that's just the emotional exhaustion.

The Reveal Glass plot is here. You can swing by the event info post for additional details and FAQ, and play out your characters’ enforced therapy on this post. As with most VR events, this plot is entirely optional and your characters don't need to take part at all.

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Heh. I would be very surprised if he somehow has a severe plant allergy in your world. That would have made for a hilarious sight to behold: imagine that, a vampire master allergic to nearly every plant imaginable and breaking into hives!

Dangling stuff in front of you and the other vampires like a bunch of rabbits staring at carrots? Sounds like he was just as bad as a teacher as a master too. Or maybe he is just that bad in keeping keys hidden from somebody who could be clever enough to pickpocket them behind his back.

Hmmm… If these mirrors could actually talk, maybe they could be like a strange weird alternative of being sent to a therapist. Or that is what some folks I have met on my journey would plainly describe it as such.

(It seems like finding the keys to Astarion’s chains is going to be similar to finding needles in a giant haystack. Needless to say, Isa goes in to start her frantic search to get him out of those burdensome chains like she is conducting a prison break in.

Just don’t freak out, Astarion, while Isabela starts rummaging around for anything that resembles a key or can make for a good key alternative like knitting needles. Or possibly find a very sturdy and very sharp stone she can use to break off the chains with. Like the madwoman that she is capable of being.)

[...For the first time, Astarion let out a laugh. A real one in this hellhole.]

Trust me, dear heart, I stole many valuables of his. I was a very bad boy. Once he passed, I took all of his gaudy and tasteless art and burned it with everything else.

[...Ha. Hahahahaha.]

You could search all day for something that doesn't exist or maybe you can see if you can use your "gift" here.

You even stole tons of keys too? And possibly melted them into gold and silver bars?

Whoa, whoa, whoa: now excuse me, sir. This is no time to get all sassy on me too soon.

(Of course Isabela is trying to make good light of a tough situation, making some good humored jokes while she makes an epic cleaning sweep of the area. Now she is well aware that it will take time to find a key or a good sharp rock but she is no quitter. She did find some very sharp rocks, no signs of keys yet but she does have a Plan B and Plan C if the rocks fail on her.

She isn’t sure if she can use her gift at this time and in this messed up world though. Normally back in Jotho, she couldn’t simply access it as much as she would have liked when compared what she would have done at home. But it could be worth the shot if Astarion’s suggestion is entirely correct. For now though she seems to be leaning towards Team Rocks.)

Just hold still. I’m going to try out the first attempt with these rocks.

(So yeah, enjoy the sound of rocks beating on chains for the time being. Isa might be enjoying the whole process a little bit too much. Keep pestering her to grow sharp pointy vines to pick the locks with, Astarion. Maybe she will listen to your suggestion the second or third time.)

…Oooor you could maybe use some wild plant of yours to rip it apart. Or make a lockpick, or…

[He took a look at Isabela, a deep look.]

Come on, why not try? If this place could recreate my darkest secrets, maybe yours are here too. Except it’s not darkness, it’s your own freedom.

(This has gotten Isa thinking. What would have happened if she and Astarion switched places instead? Honestly she would have been felt pretty awful and miserable with being burdened by too much expectations thrown at her face. Would she have made Astarion’s life even more miserable than where they’re in by loathing in her misery?

But then again, she did come to terms with her past and she is willing to move on from it but not forgetting about it. Come on, Isa: he is just wanting to check if you can access that plant growing ability of yours even if it is temporary. Maybe you can just drop the rocks for now and do some vine growing NOW.)

Oh, is that challenge? Or a request? Well in any case, let me try to see if I can still do it in this messed up world.

(Immediately she drops the rocks and attempts to grow whatever vines she can grow, or at least manifest them for once. Think, think, think. Make vines grow, make vines grow. Come on, vines, please grow for once. Please grow, vines, grow.

Before she knows it, she could feel her gift somehow returning back to her in like months. Slowly she is able to grow something, which is a nub of a vine. Great, now she really needs to concentrate.

As she keeps thinking hard to make the nub grow, said nub of a vine begins to grow bigger and bigger, slowly reaching up to her shoulders. Now could she still try to make it move at will? She has it move around a bit to see if it is very mobile enough to free the locks.

And the result is, yes, she still somehow manages to get it moving before having it to go in and start picking chain locks. Even if it’s, well, probably temporary for the time being until the next weird weekend shows up.)

Hang on. This vine is coming in to start picking locks faster than you can say ‘run!’.

Oh, my eyes are direct and focused, darling. Because the answer can be whatever you want. Both sound good to me.

[He liked seeing these siblings use their gifts. In a way, they seemed to feel free doing them. Their real selves, so to speak. Challenge? Request? All the same.]

Glad that this is probably the best thing we just had since we’re stuck inside this messed up place to begin. I’m starting to enjoy this new way of breaking out of prison already.

(She lets out a devilish grin of excitement as she continues to grow and command more vines to free Astarion from his chains. Sir, you literally have enabled her unhingedness ever further and she is seriously really liking it A LOT.)

Uh oh, I must be becoming a bad influence.

[He was THRIVING off this. Maybe a little chaos was enough to get him out of the funk? Who knew. It seemed like Isabela not only accepted him, but also thrived with him in this moment of freedom. For the better of both of them. ]

Bad Astarion, teaching a young girl how to break out of jail.

[Using the blanket, he wrapped himself up, still completely naked. But he was now able to stand, though wobbly.]

Oh my, such a naughty bad influence at that. Hehehe… Clearly this is way more fun than just having to find a missing key anyway.

(Isabela lets out a bemused laugh as she speaks. Ah yes, the thrill of and thriving in sheer chaos. She is seriously relishing it greatly from all this enabling he throws in her way.

Growing up she had never the chance to get wild and loose all the time so she wants to get every chance she gets and run with it like a mad bull.)

I think I actually might be liking you. More than I did before anyway, beyond a passing acquaintance.

[A smirk and a laugh that could match hers. The destruction of this place and the replacement of something bright...maybe for once, he wouldn't hate flowers.

From one lover of chaos to another.]

What else do you want to do, my dear?

Hmm that is a good question, maybe we can get out of this mess and perhaps find a place for us to destress ourselves. You know, somewhere with less creepy prison vibes and more relaxing chill vibes.

Or we can trash this place up to bits and venting out a lot of frustrations at it, whichever works for you, I suppose.

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