HIATUS & DROP

[thecrossingmods]

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HIATUS & DROP

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HIATUS

If you need to go on hiatus, please fill out the form below and comment to this post with HIATUS in the subject line.

Hiatuses apply for the month they are posted in (though you may forward-date as needed, just make a note in your comment), and exempt you from AC for that month. You may not hiatus for two months in a row, unless you have discussed extenuating circumstances with the mods. If you post a hiatus but make AC anyway, simply submit AC as normal, and the two-month restriction will not apply.

There are two IC options for hiatuses:

• AUTOPILOT — What it sounds like. Characters are simply handwaved as conducting business as usual.


• LOST & FOUND — The setting is a big place, and it's possible for characters to get turned around while exploring. They will spend your hiatus lost somewhere in the setting, and when you return, The Ferryman will have found them and brought them back. We'll include a little lore tidbit for them to have discovered on their ""adventure"".

<b>PLAYER</b>: !!PLAYER NAME!! <b>CHARACTER(S)</b>: !!CHARACTER NAME(S)!! <b>MECHANISM</b>: !!AUTOPILOT or LOST & FOUND!!

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DROP

If you need to drop a character, please fill out the form below and comment to this post with DROP in the subject line.

Dropped characters simply disappear when no one is looking. It's not yet known precisely what happens to them, or where they've gone. But The Ferryman seems confident that they'll be alright, one way or another...

<b>PLAYER</b>: !!PLAYER NAME!! <b>CHARACTER</b>: !!CHARACTER NAME!! | <user name="!!CHARACTER JOURNAL NAME!!"> <b>CANON</b>: !!CANON NAME!!

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Hiatus

[witnessvelama]

PLAYER: Ptero
CHARACTER(S): Thara Celehar
MECHANISM: Lost and Found.

Posting this ahead of time for May 5-19, I'll be traveling then and won't be reliably available for tagging.

[thecrossingmods]

It's easy to get lost along the many, winding walkways above the Marsh, and comparatively difficult to find your way back again. The mist becomes thick, and this branch of the path you've chosen seems to go on forever. There's no way to know how long you've been separated from the others. The light of the Marsh is always dim, and the scenery hardly seems to change.

More visible than anything else, though, even through all this mist, are those same bright orange flowers. They sway in place, as if you are the sun they are constantly seeking to face. Their petals seem almost upturned, as if smiling. Then, they begin to speak:

"Art thou lost, Thara Celehar? Didst thou step the wrong way? Didst thou make the wrong choice?"

It is the same voice, coming from all of them, overlapping in an eerie doppler effect. It is high-pitched, feminine, and laughing.

"I can help! Thou need only ask. What else of thine precious things must thou lose?"

Eventually, though, the voices quiet. The Ferryman emerges from the mist — which itself burns away, as if by their very presence. They hold out their hand.

"Found you. C'mon, kid, it's this way."