Eh-oh and uh-oh. (open RP / ongoing event)

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

There had been only the most obscure and private of warnings. There were beings who could have predicted the event, with runes or through oracular visions, or by whatever arcane powers they brought with them to Hogwarts -- whatever powers had not fallen prey to the castle's unpredictable field of interference. But how might they have prevented it? And how could they banish it, now that its inevitable advent had begun?

It rose in the sky, bloody and shrieking, three weeks short of All Hallows' Eve. Having risen, it radiated visible rays of unclean light, a light which carried no warmth and lent a cast of jaundice-yellow to the objects thus illumined. Going outdoors was like trying on a new outfit in a fluorescent-lit fitting room. Everything looked subtly wrong.

Mostly its shrieks heralded nothing. They were disconcerting, and raised the hackles on the backs of animals; they caused a mild dyspepsia in some who heard the shrieks, though by no means all. Indeed, some sentient creatures remained unaffected altogether.

But then there were the rarer moments when the shriek of the Baby Sun signified the beginning of something strange. Phenomena that could best be described as Fortean.

The first of these, beginning with the sun's shriek at noon of the day it first rose over Hogwarts, was a rash of spontaneous fires afflicting inanimate and nonsentient objects. This took place not only on the grounds, but also within the castle. Students might reach for their books only to find the book beginning to smolder, then abruptly flaring into a tower of flame. A plate of food in the Great Hall might go to greasy ashes before the first forkful could be taken. The house elves seemed to be spared, at least for now. Pets were safe. But no inanimate object, no matter how cherished or sacred or essential, was immune.

The Baby Sun giggled its loathsome amusement and lolled in the sickly sky. The whole of the grounds lay bathed in its bilious light. Once a student stepped off the grounds, the normal and benevolent sun of Earth was the only sun visible. Yet all of Hogwarts remained under the Baby Sun's mysterious sway, and none could say why or wherefore.

Perhaps some intrepid students might seek to find an answer.



(( OOC: As usual with these kinds of events, you can opt out. Your stuff doesn't need to get burnt; you don't need to get caught outdoors in a rain of fish or blood, or whatever subsequent phenomena take place between now and Halloween. If you want, your character can be unable to detect the Baby Sun or the weird quality of light at all. The mods will banish the Baby Sun through certain mysterious IC means once Halloween has come to pass. ))

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[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri joined Kurama, moving to be on the other side of the cats, stroking them with one hand while his other went to Kurama's cheek. "This one apologizes for not understanding that thing better," he said softly, mostly to the cats. "And, if you are sure," he said to Kurama. Though, he truly did not want to leave the apartment to ring it with salt, he would have if there was any indication that it was desired.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"If it's all the same, I'd prefer you stay right here. As long as we know the wards will take care of it, and Ojigi is... somewhat useful, I'm content." he smiled in a way that he hoped was reassuring. "No one expects you to know everything, Koi."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri leaned against Kurama, pressing the cats closer, but that seemed to reassure them somewhat. "This one did know, but this place disallows such knowledge." That was the core of his distress in this situation. Who was there to confront for the Truth or Reason behind this thing? He wrapped his fingers around Kurama's hair, the lock that always hung before his shoulder. "The rewards, though," he sighed.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"It will be dealt with. I'll look for that purple thing, and see who else is thinking along the same lines. If we're lucky, this'll only be a temporary badness." His smile widened. "Or everyone can start buying stock in salt."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri did not like the idea of Kurama facing that purple thing. Not that he doubted Kurama's ability, more that he felt it his responsibility to do so. "Will Itoshii allow this one to come?" he asked, not really wanting to go, but the press of duty was one he'd lived his whole life under.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"If you wish." He scooted closer, draping an arm over Kusuriyuri and the cats, who had finally calmed enough to doze. Or at the very least be less pointy. His ears twitched as something outside, some poor, hapless shrub, burst into sudden flame. The charms flared for a moment, and then retreated back into watchfulness. He glowered in the direction of the window, but didn't move. "How about we just stay in here all day, yes?"

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri let himself nuzzle into Kurama. Maybe more observation would tell him something else. He still felt as if there was something he should be doing, but no paths opened themselves to his consideration. Perhaps the dark would reveal something that the sickly light hid. "Yes," he murmured.