[Wolfe]

The White Nights festival is a yearly festival that is held every year in the fall, named after the midnight sun phenomenon where due to the height and northern location of Mistral the sun doesn't actually fully set for weeks at a time. In fact, the sun is still in the sky until almost midnight before reaching a state of twilight for several hours until the sun pops back up over the horizon.

The Festival itself means different things, and has different activities for different social classes. On the higher level there is the significance of the Fall season being the founding season of Mistral itself and the White Nights Festival serving as a sort of birthday party for the kingdom. The aristocratic types in the Cloud District put on extravagant ballets, operas, and other exhibitions of the arts with limited seating that is usually sold out months in advance due the biggest names of Remnant putting on performances. They paid top dollar to get all the biggest names to come over, but only for their private shows.

For the rest of the capital, though, the city is alive with all kinds of entertainment as the city is transformed into one big street festival for the duration of the week-long formal event where everyone with even a shred of entrepreneurial spirit tries to come up with some contest or game that they can set up a stand for and monetize. Everything from pie eating contests, strongman competitions, masquerade fencing tournaments, and more are examples of just some of the attractions.

Of course, with so much lien flowing in the streets and so many people walking around drunk in the streets… there are some unsavory folk who would use this opportunity to make some money themselves. Just because it was a festive time of the year didn't mean that there wasn't some danger, whether through malice or negligence. After all, some of the events and stands were set up at the last minute with makeshift supplies and hobbyists doing the labor which could work out either very well or very, very poorly.

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As a thanks for both play testing the new system and giving great constructive feedback combined with the lack of EP granting events in the past few months due to system change / covid, I'm changing the XP modifier of this event to 250% to help make up for it and drive participation so we get a better play test. Thanks for helping us refine this system and make it even better for the next one. Because the new event system rules are currently in open feedback stage and very well might change after this event starts I'd like to make clear how introducing new problems works at least for this play test.

First off, Heroism is disabled. Second, DM will post every 3 days regardless of who posts or doesn't post before then. Event will run until December 7th. Dice rolls are done with a ten-sided dice like every other roll and system we have.

You can create 2 problems for this event per character involved in the event, and cannot create a problem with a difficulty more than 10 higher than your skill to prevent people throwing up impossible problems for anyone to solve. Even if your character only has a 10% chance of success, you need to pitch problems that they can theoretically do.

If you introduce a problem, do not have to try and solve that problem in the same post (but you can!). If you try and fail to succeed at a problem, the number that you rolled is added to the final total when determining the outcome of the event. This can be represented IC by making progress and chipping away at something, making it perhaps easier for someone else to finish the job. If you try and succeed at solving a problem, what you roll up to the difficulty of the check is added to the outcome total. If you rolled a 15 and the difficulty level was 10, you'd add 10 to the total plus ten from solving the problem. This 10 would be added to the Outcome Points (OP) tally at the end of the event to determine the final result of the event.

Solving a problem gives OP to the difficulty of the problem towards the Scenario Outcome, as well as a bonus of 10 points for solving the problem, in other words.

I as the DM am not resolving issues, you're doing it using the roll of the dice and success/failure to inform how you want to succeed fail. All I'm doing is tracking RP gain and providing a list of problems and which ones are solved at the end of every round and potentially adding more problems if there's a lull. If you don't write out how your action gets resolved, nobody is unless another player makes something up for you.

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Outcome Rank	OP Required	Outcome
S	400	Festival goes off without a hitch, bringing great acclaim and income to businesses throughout the city that help it recover from the long siege a year ago.
A	350	Festival finishes with only a few accidents that were to be expected, but nevertheless the news of injuries sustained serve as cautionary tales for next year.
B	300	Festival considered a success, but there were some unfortunate fatalities due to negligence/lack of safety precautions and some groups are advocating a massive reassessment on the White Nights Festival for next year.
C	250	The experience of the festival varied wildly from district to district and even block to block with some reporting no issues and others being the victim of petty crimes and criminal negligence from those running their events.
D	200	The festival had to be cancelled midweek due to mounting safety concerns, but casualties were limited due to swift and decisive action.
E	150	The festival was cancelled early in the week in due to mounting safety concerns and public outcry at the lack of security, causing a disaster both politically and economically for the capital.
F	100	Organizers hid the extent of danger of the festival, and the festival was not cancelled until the last day due to the mounting death toll and property damage being covered up to try and recoup costs. This was found out and made public, causing a huge blow to the capital both in national/international image and economically due to many towns/kingdoms declaring Mistral unsafe to do business.

[Alina Rybalka]

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[attr="class","nikki109"]Alina hadn’t been to a White Nights Festival in years… not since before the war, now that she thought about it. It had been a decade years since she was back in the city for this time of year, and a decade since her family was whole. She had debated not even going to the event, despite it lasting for so long and being throughout the entire city due to the memories that it would dredge up… and here on day one of festivities she couldn’t exactly say that she was happy to be out there. How could she? [break][break]

She had avoided those feelings of grief for so long, it was extremely overwhelming to see many of the same buildings, streets, and attractions around as back then as if nothing had happened. As if there wasn’t a civil war and as if tens of thousands weren’t lying dead somewhere after being in the very spot she was in a decade ago. It was a weird feeling, and honestly one that made her uncomfortable in a way that very few things did these days. It was a deeply unsettling look into how fragile life was that she rarely got these days, and one of the only times she had felt that prolonged anxiety for a long while. [break][break]

Since it was still cold outside, she was dressed for the occasion with a black leather jacket overtop a white woolen sweater and a black and white checkered shemagh covering her neck. Waterproof and synthetic dark gray alpine designed pants completed the ensemble, with an integrated belt and a zip ankle closure for easy access to her combat boots. She chose not to bring any other weapons with her that night, largely because she didn’t feel like she needed them. Between the modified boots and her semblance in a pinch, there was really nobody that would dare to mount an attack that one of those two couldn’t handle at this type of year. The Council and the Artisans would clamp down hard on whoever did so, sealing their fate as quickly as the trouble began. It just wasn’t worth it. [break][break]

It was just the first day of the Festival, so the higher action events were kept later on to build hype. Stuff like the fencing tournament was done at the end to maximize attendance and promotion time, she was glad for that fact right about now. It allowed her time to settle and center herself, because with as jumbled as her head was at that moment it wasn’t likely that she’d win even with her massive skill advantage over the other competitors. Not being able to focus on precise movements and the twitch of muscle broadcasting movements a split second in advance ruined her entire way of fighting, so while she might be able to make it to the final eight or so this distracted winning the whole thing would be impossible. A single focused opponent who practiced hard for the past few months drilling could be able to beat her in this state, because it was a fight to two hits and not a fight to the death where adrenaline would come into play and force her to focus. [break][break]

The faunus was uncharacteristically quiet the entire walk over, and retained that silence for quite some time. She didn’t have any clever quips today, nor any of the customary excitement that should have preceded a festival of this size and scope. Even the prospect of getting to publicly style on a bunch of Haven students in a combat setting didn’t appeal to her at the moment, and neither did the insanely gaudy food stands selling those deep fried confections that she wolfed down at the Vytal Festival. [break][break]

While some of the big events remained the same, she couldn’t help but notice there were a lot more of the smaller ones and even some much more intricate rides than she remembered. Hell, there was even one that looked like a makeshift wooden rollercoaster down the street that went pretty damn high in the air. It was a smaller contraption that seated about four people, and gray eyes lingered on it both because of the ambition of the project… and also the fact that it looked like one of the most actually unsafe things she had seen in a while. [break][break]

It was makeshift wooden construction, but the wood didn’t appear to be very thick. The seats were also wooden, and had seat belts from vehicles repurposed to serve as anchors for the people riding in them, which may have been fine if there wasn’t an upside down portion of the track. What was even more concerning was that the idiots who got on not only decided to test drive that death trap, but also put their hands in the air while it went upside down like they were just tempting fate. [break][break]

Then two of the seatbelts snapped in quick succession, one after the other. Two people plummeting about fifteen meters, neck first onto the asphalt. The roller coaster itself was off the road by a bit, requiring anyone on the road and the main thoroughfare of the festival to be extremely quick on their feet to make it over there. They’d need to be agile enough to physically catch the idiots falling before they snapped their necks or have some way to reach out with a semblance to catch their fall. Even though instinct caused Knight to start running in that direction through some of the crowd, the faunus had neither of those things and lacked the speed to get there before the landing and a semblance capable of going the rest of the way that could stop their fall without hurting them. It turns out that being able to throw fire around wasn’t the best skill to have when it came to things like directly rescuing other people on account of all the burning and potential collateral damage and the fact that fire had no physical form that could be used to stop falls or movement or anything. Who knew? [break][break]

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B Semblance, D Weapons, B Dust Enhancement, C Durability, C Agility, C Martial Arts, D Stamina, D Exhaustion

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[Holly Hock]

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[attr="class","RDcontainer"] [attr="class","RDcontent"] [Her Semblance is a survival skill theme] [break] [break] There was a festival going on, and Holly was all for it! She enjoyed everything about the idea of a festival! Food, games, meeting new people! There was a lot of wrong going on at the moment in the city! Holly heard it on the news! Not that she had experienced too much of it herself yet! You would be surprised what you can miss if you close your eyes to a specific set of problems! Caring about feeding the poor doesn't mean that you are knowledgeable about social injustice Faunus experienced! And feeding the poor was what Holly was going to do today! Not their bellies, but their minds! With the truth![break] [break] Holly had walked to the Wind Distract with a wheelbarrow filled with small pumpkins. She wanted to hand them out to bystanders as a small and seasonal appropriate treat. They were already carved in an appropriate manner! A little free surprise that was intended to raise the spirits! Put them on your lawn, in your kitchen, and talk about it with your friends! She got into a busy looking enough area and began handing out her gifts![break] [break] Of course, it wasn't as simple as that.[break] [break] The pumpkin's were expertly (Read, with a semblance) carved to be in the shape of Acosta, the leader of the Peasant Party. His elaborate mustache and glasses were all portrayed in excellent detail, and on the back of each and every pumpkins there was even a message written! [break] [break] This pumpkin is less hollow than Acosta's promises[break] [break] Holly got to handing out about a dozen pumpkins before someone took offense to her action. She was middle-aged and had blond short hair, wore sunglasses despite it being almost winter, and seemed to be personally offended by the action. She was a member of the Peasant Party and wanted Holly to take off. The two got into an argument about this little stunt. They stormed off, and Holly thought it was the end of it.[break] [break] The woman came back with two other women, saying that Holly was handing out food without an event license to do so. All of them with the same blond hair that honestly didn't suited any of them. While the other women clearly seemed to be here for some sort of moral support, they were apparently familiar with the nagging blond to be on a first name basis.[break] [break] "Carol, why did you dragged us over here? We were going to get our dogs matching collars! Why are we looking at this impoverished child?" Said the left blond, holding a tiny fluffy dog in her arms.[break] [break] "Look at the audacity of this child, Cedar" Said the main blond middle-aged nagger who started the commotion. "She is slandering Acosta. He is like...going to make everything better and stuff, and than this brat does this. Most likely to get food for her rat family, or something." She pointed a finger at Holly, who wanted to very much throw a pumpkin at her face. "We should like, get the cops or maybe one of the event managers to like...arrest her, or something! Throw her out back into the Ground District. Isn't your brother a cop, Crepe?" Spoken to the last of the three, who was holding a fur-less rat that could barely be called a dog.[break] [break] "He is, Carol. I just need to make a single call, you stupid child, and he will have you spending the night in jail for slander and emotional damage. I have been coming to White Nights festival for years and I have never seen anything as bad as this. Never. You should like, be ashamed of yourself, where is your mother? At the thrift store or packing grocery bags?"[break] [break] Holly blinked for a moment, as there was a simulations rollercoaster accident happening and she needed to deal with three angry wine moms. She merely breathed out before she gave a well mannered and peaceful response to the situation.[break] [break] "Your candidate is trash and you three are as well. I feel sorry for your dogs."[break] [break] This, admittingly, wasn't the best response that Holly could have given but considering the circumstances it was honestly rather tame. Their dogs were the best aspects of these women, and one of them didn't even had any fur! What is the use for a dog without fur! How will you cuddle them and love them if they remind you of seeing raw chicken![break] [break] New Problem: Defuse the angry Karen gaggle (Social difficulty 9)

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[Fable]

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TAGGED: Fluffy

Fable knew what this was. It was a festival. Festivals usually had a lot of fun in them. What more reason did anyone need to go to a festival than a bucketload of fun?.. From the little announcements, Fable had gathered that this festival would be a rather large one. There would be rollercoasters, fun-houses, probably some kind of horror house. Competitions, costumes, the whole schabang! So the girl had taken on her kitsune porcelain mask, because it had become a habit. When going out in public, with the intent of having fun the Fable way, wearing a mask or otherwise obscuring ones identity could go a long way. Not that someone with white fur and a long bushy tail would be difficult to recognize with or without a mask. However, no one had made Fable aware of this fact, so she figured her identity was completely safe. The rest of her getup the usual attire she wore for, well, everything. On her hip, attached to her belt, rested Yukihime. A snow-white katana with an oddly blue tint. The heavy boots clacked against the pavement with every step the fox took. Well, heavy for her small size anyway. Tilting her head back, the girl sniffed the air. Then took a deep breath, as a smile crept over her face. There was excitement everywhere. Parents being dragged around by children. People waiting in lines to get to their destination or rides. Simultaneously there was screaming, from the people who were already doing their chosen tasks, laughing. Crying from those who couldn't yet get what they wished for. The whole emotional spectrum was in use, depending on where one looked.


Snowwhite ears were twitching, turning, trying to hone in on the different possibilities. When suddenly, her tail began swishing from side to side. What had caught Fable's attention almost immediately, was the noise of utmost terror in the distance. People were terrified, because something hadn't gone the way it was meant to. To most, the thrill of a festival was achieved while things were going as they were intended. For Fable however, it was the precise opposite. Knowing what would occur was insignifcant, boring. The rollercoaster would always arrive back at the beginning with all the people inside safe and unharmed. However, the moment one put a question mark to that happy ending, things got interesting. Would the people be saved, before things could go wrong? Would someone be flung out of a cart, helplessly falling until being transformed into red, mushy pavement? The questions alone were enough to get her blood boiling, and the fox simply needed to see the answer to the questions for herself. 


Arriving at the rollercoaster, there were people gathered. Pointing, talking, shouting. It made it incredibly difficult to get a proper look at the action! Annoyed by this, Fable looked around for a few moments for a vantage point. There was only one vantage point that made any sense to the fox. Climbing up on the tracks themselves! Naturally, this would put her in the direct path of the eventual rollercoaster cart, but that was a problem for future Fable to figure out. Besides, when had a good idea ever gone bad?! So, squishing her way through the minor gathered crowd, jumping over a fence, climbing up onto the breaker-system for the coaster, the girl began climbing upwards. Almost slipping once, her leg pushed one of the control sticks downwards. There was a chance it had been the system to cause the breaks of the carts to plug and stop... but instead, it seemed to only cut the sound of advertisement in the nearby area off. Which was nothing more than a delight for Fable, as it was less background noise to drown out the screaming and panicking. 


Fable, standing up there, may have looked like a hero to some. Intent on stopping this mayhem and destruction before more bad things could happen. Risking one's own life and limbs, by climbing into the heart of the dangerzone. Truly heroic, inspiring even. In reality however, the Fox was simply out there sight-seeing and having a good old time. Narrowing her eyes and lifting a hand, she was scouting, spotting, enjoying. From here, she could see the seatbelts snapping. See the horror in the eyes of the joy-riders, as they realized they had to cling onto the carts for dear life. Oh boy, this was the absolute best seat in the entire location! Front, row and center for a most spectacular event! Hopping up and down, flailing her hands in excitement, to those below it must've looked like she was attempting to garner the attention of someone. A hero, up there to solve the problem, for sure.


Now, all Fable needed to do, was wait for the finalé. Were people going to get saved from this predicament by someone actually capable and competent? Were they going to be turned to smush against the pavement one after the other?... Grinning widely, her focus was immense, as she watched, thrilled, as to how this chaos would be tamed.


Problem: Fable attempts to solve the seatbelt situation.
Skill used: Agility
Result: 5+1 (6) needed 10 - Ends in Failure

[Rose Phoenix]

❝I Was Lightning,

Before The Thunder❞

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Rose was never one for social gatherings or crowds really. Seeing the smiling faces of children sort of pissed her off and the general waste of time in setting up this elaborate mess was laughable. Like who even gave a shit about some silly tradition? The richie rich got to gather around, smiling through their teeth...what a bunch of sycophantic suck ups they were! It was just a means to an end, after all, and politics to get into one another's good graces. Meanwhile the simpler folk like Rosalia did their bumpkin hick shit of carnival food, lame rides, and games that required ZERO skill. Then again most of them were rigged to rob these simpletons of their cash, hard earned or otherwise.

Yet despite all of her dislike of this festival idea, she was also trying to be more social. Maybe Holly would be there? She needed to see if the girl had simmered down after their little incident, but that was neither here nor there. It was Fall season, so things tended to get pretty chilly out...not that it bothered the blonde much. The cold never bothered her anyway, yet she still wanted to look kind of presentable in a way that said "I don't give a shit."

The girl threw on a black t-shirt with a faded skull on the front, slid into a pair of ripped up blue jeans, and donned her dusty red leather jacket. Despite how unwieldy it was at times, Rose sheathed her sword Rebellion onto her back securely in case she was mugged. Fucking cities, man. She tied her hair up in the usual unkempt ponytail as she sauntered out the door of her dormitory and into the city proper. It was the first day of the White Nights Festival, as such there would be more people in attendance than Rose was comfortable with. The stands were shoddy, people were stupidly loud, and the atmosphere stank of conformity. Stupid, this is stupid! SO STUPID!

She paid a vendor for a corndog while flat out refusing for any condiments to be added and gruffly snatched it from the man as she stamped her way through the crowd. What seemed to catch Rose's attention and keep it though was the wooden monstrosity that loomed over the entire festival.

"Mommy, can we go on the rollercoaster!?" A boy exclaimed, to which his Mother smacked him on the head and told him to shut up. This got a snicker from Rose.

A rollercoaster huh? Someone's gonna break their neck on that or worse... Rose was casually nibbling on her snack with one eye watching the four person ride speed along and start to ascend into a loop. The girl nearly bumped into a white haired Faunus just as she noticed that the coaster went up and...two people were ejected from their seats! Rose bit down on the corndog to clench it securely in her mouth as she narrowed her eyes in hardened focus! Scarlet lightning crackled from the very air around her form in chaotic fashion, scaring away any who dared get near her!

Her body blasted suddenly through the air like a missile fired straight at the tracks! Rose's only thoughts were on the two innocents in free fall that would soon splat on the ground. Luckily for them, Rose was awesome! Within seconds she would reach them, catch hold expertly, and save the day! Woo hoo, right!?

Unfortunately, Rose happened to glance up at the coaster to make sure no one else was falling...and then she saw Fable. The idiot was standing ON THE ACTUAL TRACK! What the fuck is wrong with that girl!?

She didn't have time to fully react to the entire situation! All Rose could do was keep up her momentum and then put all of her energy into leaping up toward the falling couple. Her arms extended, catching each and wrapping her arms around their waists. Though there was still the momentum to account for...

"Hold onto me! This is going to get bumpy!" She shouted.

Rose held them as close to her small body as possible, throwing her shoulder out as they went flying into the support beams of the coaster tracks! Her entire semblance enhanced body broke through the rickety rollercoaster tracks and splintered them all into pieces! It wobbled out of control, the coaster itself tilted awkwardly, and it's frame began to collapse completely!

It would take a great amount of cunning or skill for someone to stop the catastrophe from causing further casualties, but at the moment Rose only cared about the couple in her arms. Fable could handle herself if she got herself into such a stupid situation!

The blonde bandit tucked her shoulder in as she hit the ground, pushed her body into a roll, and continued the forward momentum until the three of them were out of harms way.

"Holy fucking shit, dude! Who says festivals can't be fun!"

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Why was she even here? Why did she keep doing this? Every time she tried to do anything even remotely 'normal' something bad happened. Always. Not to mention, she'd going into a loud crowd, which she hated, where the main festivities were likely to be games she didn't have much interest in and food she didn't care about. Going was an absurdly stupid idea, but she was going to do it anyway.

This was different from Vytal. Vytal was an over-funded, over-priced Huntsmen tournament largely meant to support the big four academies. The White Nights Festival was a Mistralian tradition that she knew very little about and had only heard in passing from Alina. In other words, this festival probably meant something to Alina. It was her friend's first time back in Mistral, first time back in her home, in a long time. Being able to revisit these traditions with someone close to her was probably important to her. Or at least it made sense in her own mind. It was a little hard for her to judge because she had no such attachments.

The look on Alina's face when they arrived confirmed it for her. Alina didn't make any quips about the kind of people that came to these, or how shitty the games were. She didn't threaten Red with deep fried pound cake or candied apples dipped in caramel because Red forgot to eat breakfast again. Didn't even say anything when she nearly hit a squirrel on the drive over here. No words, just lots of staring. Red didn't mind the quiet and didn't need conversation to fill the air, but the quiet was more awkward than usual this time because she had a good idea of what was causing it. Unfortunately, she had no idea what to say. What could she even say to coming back home after so long? To seeing all the streets, buildings, and attractions that Alina hadn't experienced since she was a child? So she didn't say anything. Didn't even complain about going to the festival or express that she wasn't sure about this. She was going to go and attempt to make sure they both had fun this time.

What she got when they arrived was about what she expected. It was annoying to find a parking space because it was crowded. It was annoying to move around because it was crowded. It was loud because it was crowded. Everything smelled like sweat to her because it was crowded. What she wasn't expecting was that there were actually some wealthy looking people coming to a place like this. She figured they'd be stuffed up in the Cloud District like they tended to be. Maybe they weren't actually wealthy and were just trying to look the part? Everything looked way cheaper than she was expecting too. She was pretty sure some of the stands were constructed with driftwood and there was no way that cheap-looking roller coaster was structurally sound. If this festival pulled in a fair amount of money year to year, wouldn't they use it to make the festival better?

Oh right, this was Mistral.

Sure enough, that roller coaster couldn't hold the people riding it, and shortly after started collapsing. Red froze and considered her options. Someone else was already making an obvious, what looked like a semblance fueled run for the falling people while the frame started to collapse around them. All that left was the pair left in the roller coaster, which was unfortunately far more difficult for her to deal with. She could run and could probably handle catching a couple of people, but she wasn't sure how to actually go about stopping the car itself. She could get there, but if she stopped the car the impact from a sudden stop would kill or severely injure the passengers. If she tried to make it phase through everything, she'd be sending the passengers crashing to the ground at high speeds. What she needed was a way to slow it down. A way to slow it down that didn't involve it plowing through every stand in the festival.

Her eyes scanned the area while the rest of her stayed frozen. Her eyes passed over it a few times, but there was one answer even if it wasn't idea. There was a nearby hill that didn't have any people on it. It was steep enough to slow down the car, shallow enough that the car wouldn't crash into it, and high enough that the car should be going slow enough once it reached the top to not fly off. Or so she hoped because she didn't have any better ideas right now. With that in mind, she sprang into action, not even taking the time to tell Alina what she was doing. Alina probably had a pretty good idea of what was going on anyway.

The car kept moving along the tracks that remained while the frame crumbled around it. She didn't intend to wait until it flew off the tracks, especially since some idiot decided it was a good idea to stand on the tracks directly in the car's path. Momentum was hard to stop, but she could probably redirect it well enough. She looked between the direction the car was going and the direction it would need to be going to get up the hill while she dodged through falling debris. Once she was close enough, she gave the car a swift punch, a burnt orange color flashing through her fist as she channeled her aura through her gloves to put enough force into her punch to knock the car off of the tracks and onto the higher part of the hill where hopefully she estimated right and they wouldn't fall too far and would roll right up. The wood cracked around her fist, caving in and getting uncomfortably close to the passenger. All she could do was shout an apology while she landed and tried to stop any debris from hitting anyone else.

The car didn't hit quite where she expected, but close enough. The passengers would undoubtedly suffer some bruises from the fall, but she doubted they'd break any bones. They started rolling up the hill as she predicted, dirt and grass flying everywhere as the wheels dug into the ground and the resistance started slowing them down.

Unfortunately, because her aim was a little off, it clipped the fence of the petting zoo. No animals were hurt, but the fence was down and the animals were panicking from the loud noise and sudden wooden car flying near them. There was a sudden flurry of animal noises and then they all started running for the hole in the gate. The larger animals, like the horses and mountain goats for the races, were able to knock over parts of the shoddily constructed fence, while the cows, llamas, bunnies, dogs, and pigs all made a break for the hole. Suddenly, there was a stampede and another group of people panicking because of the animals panicking. Some small children started crying because the animal that they were trying to pet made some scary noises and ran away. Others were concerned about the animals that were supposed to be involved in races later. But mostly, people didn't want to get trampled by a stampede and started fleeing the area.

Yeah, she was definitely cursed.

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Attempting Problem: Stop the Rollercoaster crash from destroying the fair! (Hazard difficulty 8)
Using Agility D
Result: 9 + 2 = 11 (solved)

Introducing New Problem: Animals are Stampeding and People Would be Very Sad if The Animals Got Hurt (Hazard 11)

[Bianca Sabbato]

So... The White Nights festival...

As surprising as it sounded, this was the first time I was going to experience the festivities to their full extent, without a care in the world and with enough clearance of mind to actually enjoy it.

I mean, I used to come here with my parents, I think. But I was too little back then and the memories are kinda fuzzy... Once I joined the gang though, we didn’t have the time. Since law enforcement was busier with keeping the whole thing up and running than whatever the criminal elements of Mistral could be up to, so boss liked to use this week to strike big deals or carry out big hits and contracts.

After I left the gang, I wasn’t allowed to leave the reformation center. So no chances of coming here then... But that was back then, and this was now. So after rushing through my morning training sessions. I took a bath, put on a black summer dress with a white belt on top, and I was out into the city.

I carried Nereida on my back, alongside my violin case I had taken just in case there was some kind of musical exhibition or competition.

And with that, I was ready to rumble. Entertaining myself with the bizarre sights and stands the shopkeepers of Mistral had put out for the festivities, most of them were pretty crappy, all things considered, but at least I found a nice stand selling fried fish sticks, so I was a happy camper in that regard.

The rollercoaster I passed by looked a little unsafe, but they probably knew what they were doing. You don’t survive in this city by being too dumb to live... So I simply shrugged off and continued going my way...

The terrorized screams of falling civilians were a good reminder to never overestimate the capabilities of this city or its inhabitants.

I tried to run to provide assistance, but I wasn’t nearly as fast as I needed to be able to be of any help. I had almost resigned to watch the bodies splatter into the ground when an electrifying presence zapped through the rollercoaster, quickly and effectively saving each and every falling civilian from harm (even if damaging the attraction in the process)

That must have been Rose Phoenix. Blonde, small, always with a little less clothing than necessary and a damn powerful semblance. I was relieved some beacon students were already into the scene to help keep things from going too out of control, but there was still a collapsing structure to take care of.

I was about to step out and try to use my semblance to make a cushion for the cart to run into, but a pretty agile woman managed to get ahead of me, literally punching the speeding cart out of danger. Probably a huntress or something along those lines, since that was definitely a stunt no common citizen would be able to accomplish.

The girl managed to slow down the cart with her maneuver, at least as much as it was possible. But in doing so, she had accidentally caused a small stampede of corraled animals from the petting zoo.

That could be a problem... But at least one I had actually arrived fast enough to try and help to solve. People were already panicking, and there was a fair chance they would prove equally, if not more dangerous towards themselves than the animals themselves.

It was time to act before things degenerate further. Running towards the fence. I evaluated my options.

Liquefying the ground would probably mean the animals would break their legs trying to escape, or trample over each other, submerging the smaller animals to their deaths. Creating a small ravine was also out of question for the exact same reason, too dangerous to the creatures themselves.

Plus, if the animals got injured, there was a chance they got even more frenzy and started hurting people in their desperation to run away... If I wanted to simply stop the animals from hurting people, I could have tried to kill them... No. That was probably the stupidest idea I could get. I had probably no chance of getting away with that without serious repercussions.

So. I would need to fix this with a little elbow grease and dumb luck as usual. Making my way among the retreating humans and faunus of Mistral. I finally reached a position I judged good enough to try and funnel the animals into.

Jumping in front of the incoming wave of furry doom. I took notice the group was being apparently led by a white goat, and without a second thought, I charged in his direction, colliding with the animal and planting my feet firmly into the ground until I managed to stop its momentum. After that, I offered a small part to the creature before moving onto my next target... A ram... Damn. This one was going to hurt.

With a little more effort, I managed to stop the ram, a llama, three pigs and a wolf; a turtle and a rabbit, a pretty ugly duckling, and a couple other animals. And things were looking like they might just work out!... Until they didn’t.

Of course, I was succeeding at stoping the small and middle sized animals, I even managed to calm down a couple horses and stuff... But I wasn’t expecting a fucking cow of all creatures to run at full speed and headfirst into my stomach, lifting me a couple centimeters from the ground and pushing me back a handful of meters, undoing all of my previous work to calm down the animals.

-When this is done... I’m making a steak out of you, Mooey- I called out coldly to the offending cow. Managing to put my feet back on the ground and take a good look at the dazzled bovine before me.

The cow licked at my face in retaliation.

-Ok... I’ll settle for a milkshake...- I said, resigning to pet the cow as well, it was at least one less animal to account for. Besides, it hadn’t all been for naught.

At the very least I would have bought some people more time to escape to safety, and luckily avoided some property damage as well... But the stampede would return to full effect soon, so no time to stand there with the passive-aggressive cow like an asshole, time to try a different approach.

If at first you don’t succeed...

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Attempting Problem: Animals are Stampeding and People Would be Very Sad if The Animals Got Hurt (Hazard 11)

Skill Used: Durability D

Result: 8+2=10 (Failure)

[Nasrin Golbahar]

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Nasrin was someone who loved partying or celebrations of any kind, really. It was all an excuse to get loud, rowdy and drunk as fuck while having an excellent goddamn time and damn the consequences. Whie Nghts Festival was a bit different from her usual fare, especially if she thought about the cloudheads up in the top of the city making a big fucking deal about it all and spending insane amounts of money on their useless fucking balls and feasts and other shit that nobody but them cared about. [break]
The ground district was fun though. People made all sorts of random shit, some of it dangerous some of it just stupid, but the best part was that it was mostly guaranteed to be /fun/. [break] [break]

Nasrin had left her dorm early in the morning to help out with some of her ground district friends setups. She helped Francis put a little stand in front of his bar to sell refreshments throughout the day, she helped out a group of her Faunus buddies from the protests to make a small area for them to hand out fliers and the like encouraging people to help out with future protests and offering some information on why they were protesting in the first place. And of course, she helped out a fuckton of the other skaters in the city to set up a big makeshift skatepark in between a collection of apartments where there were plenty of walls to lean the shoddy wood constructions onto. [break] [break]

She was /excited/. This kind of thing only happened once a year and even as it officially opened and she stopped helping people set things up, Nasrin was still skating around all over the place on Rascal just taking in the sights and sounds. She got a drink from Francis early on, the same bright pink overly sweet monstrosity that she always got but in a paper cup that she could safely run around the celebrations with. [break]
Only having one hand made things a bit difficult in terms of getting herself more food or other souvenirs being sold in the many stalls lining basically every street. So her solution was to chug her drink, buy a corndog from a stall with a wave and a grin at Bianca as she left - without any condiments cause she’s a monster - eat the corn dog, buy some ice cream, eat that ice cream…. [break][break]

It was on her second drink from Francise’s stall that she heard some panic from a few streets over. She had watched some folks set up a home-made roller coaster over that way earlier in the morning and frankly even at the start of construction she was pretty damn sure that whoever was building the thing had absolutely no idea how to make it the least bit stable, nor did they have the money to get proper safety equipment. It was a little bit funny to Nasrin that people had actually risked getting on the thing, that was how people got themselves killed. Never trust random wooden machines in the ground district. [break]
But not everyone was as versed in the dos and don'ts of the area so it wasn’t surprising. Either way, Nasrin sped her way over to the screaming on Rascal. [break] [break]

She finished her drink on the way, tossing the paper cup off to the side of the road as she turned a corner and saw… Absolute chaos. Somehow the entire wooden construction was collapsing. Rose had two passengers in her arms, likely the people who had fallen, and now there was a small stampede of animals rushing out of the petting zoo someone made. She could have sworn they’d made a fence… [break]
Ah. It was buried under the animals. Someone must have made a loud noise or some shit to set all the animals off. Nasrin was right about anything made of wood in the ground district at least, never trust it to do shit. It was a rickety fence to start with but once the animals had freaked there was next to no chance that it would hold them back. [break][break]

Nasrin watched Bianca try and fail to get the animals to calm down, and decided she ought to solve things herself - this was her town, she’d be damned if some animals ruined the celebration! [break]
Nasrin sped forwards on Rascal, shouting at the animals like a sheepdog would bark at sheep as she circled around them and slowly forced them back towards the pen. ”Hey fuckers! Get back! C’mon, lets go, thisaway you damned idiots.” Occasionally one would charge her, but she was more than sturdy enough to simply resist the attempted charge and turn it back against the animal. Once she’d asserted dominance fully, they all were easy enough to herd back the way they had come. [break] [break]

Secretly, Nasrin’s calling was as a sheep herder. Who would have thought. And cows and horses, but sheep were clearly the most important. The problem now was that she could easily keep the herd of animals in place, but there was absolutely nothing making them stay there if Nasrin stopped. They needed to make another fence. [break]
”Anyone wanna build a fucking fence while I got them all grouped up? Doesn’t need to be anything pretty. I mean fuck, use the damned rollercoaster parts for it! I just don’t wanna be here for the rest of the day, yeah?”
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Attempting Problem: Animals are Stampeding and People Would be Very Sad if The Animals Got Hurt (Hazard 11)[break]
Skill Used: Durability C [break]
Result: Rolled 10+4. Total 14.Success [break][break]

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New Problem: The Herd Needs a Fence! (Social 8)

Aura: 100% [break][break]

Semblance D, Rascal Light F, Agility E, Durability C, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F[break][break]

Word Count: 899/899 [break][break]

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[Kishka Burzanova]

KISHKA BURZANOVA

There was nothing quite like the White Nights Festival. There were a lot of things that Kishka got excited about, but very few things that brought such a genuinely happy glow to her face. She hadn't missed a single Festival, ever since she was still too small to even walk on her own; her mother had brought her and her sister in their stroller to see all of the wonderful sights and to hear the most beautiful music. She was enraptured by the dazzling display, back then. And she was just as captivated even then, two decades later, as she took in the sights, sounds, and smells of the Ground District's festivities. Her week had begun as it often did, during the Festival; she stayed at her parents' estate, and they held a feast for family and friends, with plenty of traditional Mistrallian fare, and then she stayed in her old room for the night. That morning, she had tea with her mother, and then went to see the dolled-up Bazaar in the Wind District for some festival shopping, then returned to the Cloud for lunch and a show at the Mistral Opera House. After a phenomenal performance, she signed up in advance for the fencing tournament that night, as she did most years since her combat school days. Some years she won, many, she didn't. But it was always a fun tournament, and for once, a duel that she didn't mind losing, as long as she got to compete. And of course, she was always sponsored by her family's distillery- representing them well was important to her. She would be sure to give everybody a fantastic show. And while she wasn't too upset about losing the fencing tournament, when she did lose, she was definitely not planning on taking any less than the grand prize. It was always a lot easier to avoid being a sore loser, when she was the winner, after all. And at last, after watching a wonderful ballet production, starring that awkward bird kid who dropped out after Rochdale, she finally made her way down to the Ground. It was certainly a different feel than the Cloud or Wind Districts- much more carnival-like and ramshackle than the arts patronage and the seasonal luxury goods on display further up the mountain. And she didn't seem too concerned with the distinctly lower-class entertainment available, either; maybe any other day, she might have crinkled her nose at some of the less-than-savory attractions, like the sketchy-as-hell rollercoaster centerpiece, or the sight, from the corner of her eye, of that damnable duck noodle salesman, peddling his wares once again, but not today. It was the White Lights Festival! And she was going to experience all of it, good or bad. Starting with some street food. She went ahead and bought a pair of deep-fried chocolate-coated Twinkies on a stick, coated in powdered sugar and cinnamon- it was a once-a-year thing, why not go all out with it? She'd probably regret it the next day, but it was going to be sickly sweet and delicious until the festival was over, dammit. She passed by an oddly familiar white-haired girl who seemed lost in a daze, as she went about her day, trying to figure out what the best attraction was. Definitely not the rollercoaster. Probably not the petting zoo, either- she liked it when she was a kid, but as an actual adult, it just seemed like a bunch of smelly, dirty, gross animals who probably didn't want so many grubby hands all over them anyways. She had settled on a darts booth that she would undoubtedly win at with ease, when she noticed a familiar crop of pink hair, a little further off, towards the dividing line between the Wind and Ground districts, over on the edge of the Wind side of things. ...Surrounded by a bunch of blonde, angry, women, it seemed. Oh god. Holly. What could she have possibly gotten herself into, now? With a sigh, Kishka finished off her indulgent dessert, before making her way over the to the girl and her hasslers. She came by just in time to hear them berating Holly, and threatening to call event security on her for... Unlicensed pumpkin sales? That was stupid. This was stupid. They were stupid. Ugh. Holly had better be grateful for this. Throwing on her best charm, Kishka strutted up to the three ladies, announcing her presence with a sharp "Ahem." She gave them each a haughty glance as they turned to see who dare disturb their dark ritual of managerial summoning, or whatever the fuck a gaggle of Karens would be doing to a poor girl like Holly, who didn't know better than to trifle with the likes of these creatures. "Ladies, what seems to be the problem here? I assure you, Holly here is absolutely within her rights to sell her pumpkins here. The Festival rules, page five, and paragraph seven, state that- hic!" Suddenly, an unpleasantly chocolatey hiccup interrupted her, mid-bullshitting, causing her to lose her train of thought, and thoroughly botch what should have been an easily believable citation of the Festival-specific legislature; at the very least, it would have distracted them long enough to go look it up, or at the very least, to redirect their rage towards the Festival organizers, and leave Holly alone. Instead, she faltered. "Hm. Excuse me... I meant to say that... Um. The laws, they indica- err, state, that produce sales um-" It didn't make things any better when the rollercoaster crashed, and the petting zoo began its stampede, distracting her further. She glanced to Holly, hoping for a little back-up, as the Karens turned to their new target- her. Well this wasn't part of her idealized Festival day...

Notes// oops | Tagged// @hockstertheholly | Aura// 100% | WC// 963 | TWC// 963

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Attempting Problem: Defuse the Angry Karen Gaggle. (Social difficulty 9)
Using F Acting (+0)
Dice result 5 + 0 = 5 (failure)

[Sonya Chernova]

A festival!

Sonya could barely contain her excitement. What would she wear?! Would she try to weasel her way into one of the finer affairs or take the time to experience the nightlife. Night life sounded good if she was being honest with herself, it had been a while since she'd relaxed enough to let her hair down and besides-she could go for maybe a bit of prowling. There was that divine waitress at the Ebett Street cafe that she was just dying to sink her teeth into- no, no she would be good. She'd indulged herself a little too much recently.

Sonya decided on something a bit on the mixed side today. Normally it would be a dress but this time she settled on a pair of all-white denim jeans, tight fitting with silver stripes down the thighs. A pair of pointed dress shoes with crisscross straps adorned her feet. Her top was a silver polo with a stitched collar and sleeves that went down to her elbows. It was a casual look but ahd a bit of refinement to it too. She tossed her glittering hair back as she stepped out onto the street and was immediately struck by how active it all was.

Come now Sonya! You've seen this before! You've been living here for years!

She shook her surprise away and focused on the excitement, taking in the various people that passed by. Interesting people, boring people, funny people and- Sonya stopped to turn her head when a particularly familiar looking brunette passed by. Hello Miss Sabbato. Her lip curled and she almost turned to follow when she was distracted once again. A blonde. Green eyes too. Then more. Why was everyone gorgeous here?! Sonya held her head and tried to focus on ticking with reality. Another cutie stepped by with dark skin and was that violet hair?!

Sonya held her hand up to her nose and staggered over to a nearby alley wall, closing her eyes.

"I have made a miscalculation..." The businesswoman grunted, taking a deep breath and redirecting her attention toward the nearest eatery where she could sit down. The crowds were huge! So many people! With so many she should be able to clear her head a little and maybe even take a breath. She heard shouts nearby, was there something going on with the roller coaster? She couldn't rightly see but she knew better than to get directly involved. That would have ended badly. Then another shout rose up; Sonya turned to see what had to be were those animals?!

Her eyes bulged a little and she reached for her gloves on instinct. She should make some kind of effort to stop them! She slipped to the right at the last moment, throwing her hands up and forcing herself to stop from activating her semblance or her weapon. A bit of guilt washed over her but she was not foolish enough to get herself injured or expose herself this early on. Though just as she did; another girl stepped in, pink hair, and managed to get things under control! Well that was convenient.

She shrugged and turned away, not wanting to get any more involved. She'd rather get her enjoyment out of the evening more than anything else. A request went up to get someone to help build a containment for the escaped animals. Sonya couldn't stop herself from grabbing her phone, she let it ring for a full five rings before deciding that the person she had in mind was not going to answer. Another bust. He was probably enjoying the festivities himself, damn him for having a normal life. She snorted and reached for a licorice in her pocket.

The all white contractor finally made her way to the cafe, letting out a breath and stretching her arms over her head. She needed something delicious to drink and look at. Sitting down she raised a hand to order from the waitress who walked over, and in a festive outfit at that. Sonya contained the impulse to let a perverse look come over her face and instead kept her usual cool demeanor, leaning back in her chair and greeting the waitress with a gentle wave. Some shouting came up nearby and this time Sonya forced herself to ignore it, it sounded like a bunch of angry women anyway and she was not about that life.

A short order later she eased in to people watching, taking in the barely contained chaos of the festival and savoring all that it had to offer.

Until someone came to ruin it.

A man approached her from the side, grabbing the railing for the small cafe and leaning over to glare at her. He looked like he was from the ground level or maybe one of the back alleys. She raised an eyebrow at him and took another sip of her drink.

He opened his mouth to speak and she set her cup down. A smile on her face. The noise of the world around them so great that no one could hear what she said. But his face turned pale. She ran her thumb over the white glove on her right hand and she looked him in the eyes. He nodded and turned, walking away mechanically before breaking into a run. Sonya stretched her arms again, raising a hand to the gorgeous waitress.

"Check please! Oh, and your number if you don't mind~"

A few moments later, Sonya was walking away a bit disappointed. Turns out the waitress didn't exaclty swing that way. Shame. She stretched her arms over her head and made her way toward the shouting, curious about what was going on and if there was anythinig to placate her unending search for amusement.

Attempting Problem: The Herd Needs a Fence! (Social 8)
Result: Rolled 3+1 Failure

[Carmim Clover]

❝ AURA: 93% TAG: Nasrin, Bianca NOTES: et tu, llama? WORDS: 874 | TWC: 874 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS It had been a very fun festival so far! There was so much stuff there, that Carmim had never seen, or even imagined seeing before, even after being in Mistral for so long, at this point. It wasn't as huge and crazy as the Vytal Festival, but the attractions all seemed somehow more authentic and real, now. She spent a lot of her day running around, playing all of the cool carnival games, and eating lots of food, which was a pretty good day in her books. But you can only eat so many double-battered corn dogs and deep-fried cheeseburgers-on-sticks before it's time to confront the most exciting and worthwhile exhibit of all. The petting zoo. Nothing could be more whimsical and entertaining than a petting zoo. Even though Carmim wasn't quite sure what the deal was with the whole concept, in general- she had always just assumed that every livestock animal was available for petting and offering snacks, not just a select bunch, in a special pen. This was news to her, but she wasn't about to argue with what was probably centuries of Mistrallian tradition. Instead, she was going to stand at the gate to the incredibly shoddy wooden fence, perched on her tiptoes, staring over the barrier at the myriad animals within. It was probable that at least a handful of onlookers assumed she was a child, between her small stature, and her wide-eyed wonderment at the assortment of cows, pigs, goats, and horses before her. Plus some very cute bunnies and puppies, and what appeared to be uhh... Really hairy camels? Without humps? She had no idea what those things were, but they looked cute too. Those were her first targets, she decided. Slipping in through the gate, she quickly made her way over to the small herd of llamas, gazing up at them in astonishment. They were so big! And fluffy! She had to ride one. And she would- the friendly petting zoo attendant came over with a friendly wave. "Well hi there, little girl! Would you like to ride the llamas? They're very friendly!" Her eyes sparkled with pure excitement as she swiveled around to answer him. "Yes, yes, yes!! Of course I would like to ride one! How do I start?" With a little help, he managed to get her up on one of the larger llamas' backs, where she took in a world that was significantly higher up than she was used to. Hesitantly, at first, she led her new friend around the pen, trotting over to the goats and the cows and the horses, as she greeted each animal in turn. It was very fun, and she was having the time of her life. Up until the roller coaster broke. Her first reaction was to try and gallop over to it on her trusty steed, to try and catch the falling people, but it seemed like Rose and some other people had that covered. She then saw another familiar, but unexpected, face, as someone jumped up to... punch the broken rollercoaster car away? She looked a lot like... "Sienna?" It was more or less a question she was asking herself, out loud, since she was too far away for anyone else to actually hear her, least of all the woman who may or may not have escaped from an elevator shaft with her. Except Sienna wasn't a Huntress, she was pretty sure. Or at least, she probably couldn't punch rollercoaster cars out of the sky. That seemed highly unlikely. Maybe just someone that looked like her? Maybe Sienna had a cool Huntress cousin! That would be neat. But she didn't have much time to dwell on that, as she realized that the roller coaster car had been punched in her direction. It winged the fence, and suddenly, before Carmim could recognize what was happening, she was part of the ensuing stampede, clinging to her llama for dear life. "W-whoa t'ere! Come on, let's go back over to-" She tried pulling her llama's attention back to her, so she could maybe lead it around, but it was too upset by the loud noises, so instead, it just bucked, and she went flying straight forward, landing with a splat in a mud puddle on the ground, right before her very own llama spit on her, and a chunk of the stampede trampled on top of her, which was... Kinda painful, but mostly just annoying. Her Aura was thick and strong enough that being trampled by livestock was more or less an inconvenience, and nothing more serious than that. But it was still a little distressing! She gave a little yelp and covered her head, as Bianca and Nasrin went about saving the day much more effectively than she had. Soon enough, all of the animals were corralled back into the enclosure by the one-armed trainee, and Carmim finally managed to pick herself up, trying to wipe off at least some of the mud and llama spit. A fence...? She could probably build a new fence... After she took a minute to catch her breath... "Hey Nasrin! T'ank you... Whew... T'ose animals are heavy... Give me a minute... Phew... I t'ink t'at I could help build a fence!"

LAIKA OF GS!

ATTEMPTING PROBLEM: Animals are Stampeding and People Would be Very Sad if The Animals Got Hurt (Hazard 11)
SKILL USED: Durability (D)
ROLL: 1 + 2 = 3 (Failure; Solved by Nasrin)

[Wolfe]

End of Round 1

Problems:

Alina Rybalka (1 problem remaining): OSHA Would Not Approve (Obstacle Difficulty 10) Solved by Rose Phoenix!
OP: 6 from Alina, 6 from Fable, 10 from Rose, 10 from solving for 32 total.

Holly Hock (1 problem remaining): Defuse the Angry Karen gaggle (Social difficulty 9)
OP: 5 from Kishka

Rose Phoenix (1 problem remaining): Stop the Rollercoaster crash from destroying the fair! (Hazard difficulty 8) Solved by Red
OP: 8 from Red, 10 from solving for 18 total.

Red (1 problem remaining): Animals are Stampeding and People Would be Very Sad if The Animals Got Hurt (Hazard 11) Solved by Nasrin
OP: 10 from Bianca, 11 from Nasrin, 3 from Carmim, 10 for solving for 34 total.

Nasrin (1 problem remaining): The Herd Needs a Fence! (Social 8)
OP: 4 from Sonya

Total Outcome Points to date: 93

Total RP per character:

Alina: 20RP (Rose completed Alina’s problem)
Rose: 40RP (Solved Alina’s problem and Red completed Rose’s problem.)
Red: 40RP (Solved Rose’s problem and Nasrin completed Red’s problem.)
Bianca: 10RP (Attempted to solve Red’s problem.)
Fable: 10RP (Attempted to solve Alina’s problem.)
Holly: 0RP
Sonya: 10RP (Attempted to solve Nasrin’s problem)
Carmim: 10RP (Attempted to solve Red’s problem)
Kishka: 10RP (Attempted to solve Holly’s problem)
Nasrin: 20RP (Solved Red's problem)

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[Rose Phoenix]

❝I Was Lightning,

Before The Thunder❞

750 w./ 1,576 w. total

Things were really getting wild all of a sudden! From the moment that the coaster started to crumble, shit hit the fan and spread everywhere! It somehow didn't surprise Rose to see so many people reacting to the chaos that erupted, considering that this was home to Haven. Naturally there would be those with semblances here and it was their responsibility to use their powers...that's how the saying went right?

There was so much dust and debris kicking up around that it was difficult for the blonde to really get a firm grasp of the situation, but it looked like a herd of animals were making a mess of shit. A snicker escaped her lips at how ridiculous that was to see, though!

"Okay, now that's funny. A really animal farm! HA! Huh? Alright alright, y'all can let go of me now! First feel is free and nothin' more."

She addressed the two still clinging to her and, when they shakily clung to her, Rose flexed her muscles and flung them angrily away. Fuckin' civvies...a little life or death dancing never hurt nobody. Well, I guess that's not entirely true but hey! Live and let live! Or...die? Whatevs.

Dusting off her jeans, Rose rubbed her shoulder as she assessed the situation. She didn't know most of these folk personally, but judging from their methods of madness it wasn't hard to deduce. So this was what heroes did on a daily basis huh?

"This is why we can't have nice things. Shoddy ass piece of shit festival! I was safer back in the gladiator pits!"

Rose slammed her fists together, building up more lightning charge in an attempt to dash toward the petting zoo but she didn't make it that far. The coaster cart itself was taken care of somehow, which made things easier. But the structure itself was crumbling and toppling precariously! The girl's eyes widened when a large piece of lumber crashed on top of an elder man's head and struck him unconscious. A younger girl near him fell beneath his still body and cried out in terror, unable to move. A boy made an effort to help the girl, but to no avail.

"Fucking hell! WHY ARE ALL OF YOU SO HELPLESS!"

The bandit bared her teeth furiously and blasted directly at the group. They were all too focused on their little world that none of them noticed the collapsing section of tracks coming down upon them! Rose flung herself forward into the air and slammed on the brakes right near them. She drew her weapon Rebellion and held it up horizontally like a makeshift umbrella as debris came crashing down! Her body took the brunt of the punishment, but the weight of all the wood pinned the blonde above the trio.

"Tch...hrrrk! K-Kid, can you m-move them? I can't hold this up forever!"

The boy made a stronger attempt to lift the old man and the girl tried to push, but no dice. They started to cry in their vain attempts when a cackling laugh came from around the corner of a stand.

"Ripe pickings here, Jackie! I'm gonna snatch the little ones!"

A group of four disheveled thugs appeared before them, each looking shady and very, well...thuggish. A short haired red headed girl approached and her sinister black eyes lit up with excitement when she noticed Rosalia. Reaching her hand out to cup the blonde's chin, she laughed hard enough to spit all over Rose's face.

"Forget the brats...do you know who this is? It's the Pumpkin Pete girl! Heh, what's wrong? Can't fight back without letting these shits die? Shame. Grok, sock her in the jaw and take her with us! She'll fetch a high price on the markets..."

Rose bit the girl's finger in feral fashion, growling angrily. She was so distracted with the lives beneath her that Rose didn't bring her aura to bare! Jackie punched her hard in the jaw, causing teeth to clench tongue hard and blood sputtered out of her mouth everywhere.

"I'll kill you..." Rose threatened. "Fucking kill you, you god damn low life rat bastards!"

It was four thugs, armed with knives and billy clubs. Jackie herself holding a short sword with a gun handle...making things a bit of a challenge to anyone who would see Rose and the innocents in trouble. They would need to be fairly skilled in combat to fight back against such odds, but there was little that Rose could do to help them!


New Problem: Fight off the slave trader thugs and save Rose! (Combat difficulty 5)

© SETHANIEL OF adox 2.0 + WW.

[Fable]

WORD COUNT: 634

Total:             1482

TAGGED: Fluffy

Fable was chilling on top of the rollercoaster. Watching the shitstorm unfurl at a rapid pace. Despite the civillians being saved, it was still a thrill of excitement. Naturally, it would have been more dramatic if some were to have fallen dead. Children crying as they tugged at the corpse of their father. Screaming in agony upon realizing that their lives would forever be changed. There was, naturally, some dramatic element to watching individuals have their worst fears averted. The relief, the reunion. It just wasn't quite as dramatic as having someone pass away. Though, Fable soon found herself in trouble. The rollercoaster had been tackled. Smashed into. Diverted and broken. As one of the larger beams supporting the section that Fable was on drifted loose, the whole thing began collapsing around  her. Said wooden beam hit the ground, found a wedge. This caused the momentum to shit, and the top of the rollercoaster became a literal catapult. With the downwards momentum suddenly shifted sideways, Fable let ouf an ear piercing scream of surprise as she was launched into the air like some cat on a pult. So, at this point the direction was decided, and Fable could do very little to change directions. On the flipside, fate would have it that the one who had caused this incident for the arctic fox, was precisely the one that she was currently barreling towards. So, Fable leaned into it, intending to tackle Rose to the ground. As the two females crashed together, Fable got a mouthful of hair, mud, dirt and dust. The bandits surrounding them were momentarily stunned at the sudden surprise entrance by the fox. However, that was only momentary. Fable, lying upside down, her fur shimmering yellow with energy, was groaning loudly in soft pain.


Getting to her feet, the fox pointed at Rose, about to open her mouth and give the blonde an absolute shitstorm. Fable was just about to give Rose an earful for being so dangerously reckless, careless and endangering the most important person at this festival; Fable herself! Yet, in this glorious fit of fury, the arctic fox was rudely interrupted by bandits attempting to capture her as, to them, she was nothing more than an additional ware on the shelves. Turning around, Fable was vibrating with energy, as a thunderclap errupted on her location, launching the bandits far and wide while additionally leaving a thundering crater in the ground at her location. The slavers bodies on the ground convulsing from the electro shock, as they were screaming in agony. Fable's tail was swishing from side to side angrily, her fur furrowed, rustled with static electricity. Upon finally having space to do what she by destiny was launched here to do, Fable turned towards Rose...

The lightning in Fable continued building alongside her apparent shock. Panting softly, she screamed at Rose. "You sent Fable flying!! Fable thought friends, friends not do that!! You not police, you meanie!!" The lights around them flickered, before several of the lightbulbs popped in unison, sending shattered glass flying all over the place. A random discharge of lightning shocked the ground, knocking up dust and rocks. "F-Fable can't.. Fable can't, t-too much... Oh no! H-help!" The girl muttered in panick, clasping her arms around herself and attempting to contain it. With having a semblance that could do so many different things, Fable was genuinely inexperienced with a vast majority of her elements. With her temper currently having risen deep into the red zone, her concentration was completely off. As such, the girl's fur continued to glow brighter and brighter, and unless someone figured out a way to either calm her down or discharge her safely... 

Someone might end up getting seriously hurt. Fable had a lot of power behind her semblance, but seemingly very little control..







Problem: Fable attempts to beat down the slavers.
Skill used: Semblance
Result: 6+3 (9) needed 5 - Ends in Success!

New problem: Fable cannot control her semblance and is releasing electricity, hurting those around her! (Hazard, Difficulty 8)

[Bianca Sabbato]

I was a little worried when I saw the small redhead get thrown down, spitted, and then trampled by the animals... But then I remembered it was Carmim. She could probably take all of that and more without a single scratch.

I looked at the cow, the cow looked at me. And we both knew what we needed to do

-Come with me if you wanna live!- I shouted in Carmim’s direction. Offering her the blunt end of my spear as I approached her. Using the passive-aggressive cow as my mighty stead.

It was a little unnecessary, all things considered. As Nasrin seemed good enough at calming down the animals to ensure they’d stop trying to grind Carmim into a pulp, not that they were having any success prior, mind you.

The cow, uncaring for what my intentions were. Simply limited herself to pick up a little speed, headbutt Carmim in the face, and then proceed to lick up her cheek with a low mooing noise.

I liked this cow, it reminded me of myself.

I was about to offer help in fixing the fence when suddenly, there were more pressing matters in the vicinity. Apparently, all the noise and confusion had managed to attract an unsavory troupe of individuals. Likely some sort of slavers or kidnappers, like the ones Raul and I had to deal with in the outskirts. Although it was pretty telling to the state of the city that they dared to come this deep into Mistral.

To make things worse. Rose was so busy with rescuing civilians that they managed to get a jump on her! That didn’t fare any good... So with scrutinous eyes, I analyzed the situation briefly before deciding to go and do something about it.

-Call the police... We will need transportation for this fuckers... And maybe ambulances as well-

I called back to whoever was close enough to hear me. Dismounting from the cow as I started to walk calmly towards the bandits. With so many Haven students here, it would be an easy task... And just as I had predicted, I didn’t even need to intervene this time.

Rose was apparently... Rescued. By a white-haired chick wearing a weird mask. The girl (Who was clearly a faunus) then proceeded to... Eath a piece of her hair? Before she started glowing with a bright yellow light.

...Holy hell. Haven was such a fucking weird place...

Anyway. The fox managed to make short work of the attackers, creating some sort of electrical attack that managed to paralyze the whole bandit ensemble.

Walking towards one of the downed bodies, I kicked it a little to see if they were still alive, and a handful of pained groans assured me that they would survive this encounter... Probably. But whatever, they knew what they were getting into.

I was just about to go and congratulate the faunus girl, when she suddenly started freaking out, screaming at Rose and indiscriminately releasing wild bolts of electricity in all directions. To make things worse, the fox seemed to be in severe pain, clearly unable to control her own powers.

And her surroundings were starting to pay the price. For now, it was limited to some minor material damage. But if things kept building up, someone could get seriously hurt or worse...

Welp. Let it never be said that Bianca Sabbato could look at a cute girl in trouble and not provide assistance! Even if this girl looked surprisingly familiar to a trickster fox I had found a couple months ago in an abandoned house...

Whatever be the case, I needed a strategy if I wanted to be able to do something useful for once. So as I carefully approached the girl, my mind started running wild with ideas until finally settling for one with the most chances of success... Thing is... It would be a really painful ordeal.

-Oh shit. Here we go again-

Running towards the strangely familiar fox girl. I unsheathed Nereida from by back, retreated the layering of aura that I usually covered the weapon with. And then proceeded to quickly peel some small rubber coverings and compounds I used to protect the weapon from electrical attacks.

Once I had what was basically a large, entirely metallic pole in my hands. I approached Fable with the utmost care, making sure I wasn’t struck by lightning on my way there. And once I was close enough I took Nereida with both hands, softened the earth bellow us, and sank the polearm deep into the ground.

-Oh boy... This ain’t gonna be pretty!- I bellowed before putting Haven’s lessons to good use. Holding the discharge pole firmly in one hand, and using the other to grab a hold of Fable’s arm.

Searing pain immediately cruised through my body, as I was used as a live conductor for the electricity to harmlessly discharge into the deep ground below. Of course, Aura protected me from the worst of it, but the rattling sensation still wasn’t anything I wanted to experience again.

After a couple seconds of enduring that, it seemed like either Fable managed to get her powers under control. Or they simply exhausted themselves when having a direct and continuous path of release.

A little dazed, I retrieved my weapon from the ground and faced the white-haired faunus.

-H-hey... Are you okay?- I said, having to support myself a little on Nereida to avoid falling. -I feel like I can taste purple...-

Unbeknownst to me. Now that the situation had somewhat calmed. A small mob had formed, armed with sticks and pitchforks, and fully committed to linch both the bandits AND the rollercoaster’s owner for putting them all in danger.

To make things worse, the fucker, instead of begging for forgiveness, seemed hellbent on trying to make the people who almost died on his track pay for the damages.

-Look at what you done to my precious rollacoasta! Barbarians! I swear! My cousin’s best friend’s nephew is a huntsman and he will make ya'll pay for destroying my beautifull attraction!-

Said the main, painfully ignorant of the angry mob currently closing in on his position... I wasn’t so worried about the man himself, to be honest. But about the aggressors possibly taking advantage of the ruckus to try and loot the nearby attractions...

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Attempting Problem: Fable cannot control her semblance and is releasing electricity, hurting those around her! (Hazard 8)

Skill Used: Durability D

Result: 9+2=11 (Success!)

New Problem: Stop the mob psychos from getting out of control! (Social difficulty 7)