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~3:20 | OCEAN SPRINGS | WALTER ANDERSON MUSEUM OF ART


If nothing else, with Ocean Springs being a hot new find for people averse to the crowds of more well-known coastal cities, it wasn’t difficult for even the most mismatched people to blend in if they needed to. Whether they were trying to be invisible or not, the reapers didn’t come across any incidents on their way to their first point of interest.

The Walter Anderson Museum of Art was considered to be a must-see place in Ocean Springs. At the least, it had enough of a reputation to stand out even with the allure of the coast within walking distance. It was busy, but that was to be expected with the number of tourists in the area. Those that felt themselves too cultured for only heading to the beach always found themselves drifting toward the painted walls of the Walter Anderson Museum of Art, after all. What the facility lacked in grandeur, it more than made up for in its vibrancy–a fact easily seen through the glass walls even before entering the building.

The liveliness of the museum didn’t match the gloominess of a child sniffling in the corner of the lobby, clearly separated from the rest of a class outing. A staff member knelt beside the girl, speaking in a soft, soothing voice even as tears streamed down the child’s cheeks.

”There, there, I know you’re disappointed.”

”I want to see zabby…” The girl’s cheeks puffed out as she rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes. ”Mommy said zabby is here when I’m at school. How come they're not today?”

To the staff member’s credit, the flicker of pain that streaked across her features was hidden away quickly enough. A tired, gentle smile was all that she could give the young child before her.

”Your zabby isn’t here today, but you know, they wouldn’t want you to miss the rest of the visit with your friends because of it.” The blonde did her best to give a cheerful grin and a brightened tone. ”And I know today they have a special surprise at the end, and I know you’ll like it! Can you go with Paula to get washed up?”

A teary sniffle was followed by a small nod before the girl was brought by another staff member away from the lobby, leaving the initial alone to release a heavy sigh when she thought she was finally alone.

"Poor thing… I guess she doesn't understand that what happened yet,” the woman murmured with a shake of her head before muttering under her breath. "Not that Anne's doing better these days. That 'haunting' bullshit's gonna mess the kid up."
@Snagglepuss89@Scribe of Thoth@PigeonOfAstora@Dragonfly 9


~6:15AM | KAMAKURA | JUFUKU-JI

There was something about being at Jufuku-ji before visitors were allowed, even if it was an arrangement approved for the sake of the film. Unfortunately, any mystical or awe-inspiring effects that the hour might have given were ruined by the fact that the crew was running on little more than fumes at that point. Though everyone busied themselves with their own tasks, that might have been the only thing they could manage.

When people talked about show business, they didn’t often acknowledge the brutal hours of the on-season.

”Ah, DFI, the runners haven’t come back with the hot bricks yet…”

”Huh, are we missing people?”

”Hang on, let me run through the blocking. There are some lighting issues.”

Kazuto deftly wove his way through the groups, a few extra shirts with dull colors underarm and three outfits hanging from his forearm by the hangers. He couldn’t say he was tired, but shots in Kamakura always kept him more alert than he needed to be, and that went double for any old shrines filled with superstitious elders and tourists. Now, there normally wasn’t any issue with that, but the ones that turned up in places like Jufuku-ji were usually confused. That was above his pay grade, and it most certainly wasn’t in his job description.

Not that the old fogies believed that to be the case.

”Ugh. It’s too early to be thinking about them,” the man muttered beneath his breath with a shake of his head. Focus. He was on the job now, and that meant making sure everyone had their costumes for the martini… shot…

’You must be joking,’ Kazuto thought.

”You must be joking,” were the words that came from his mouth.

The man all but stormed his way across the set, the scowl on his face the result of equal parts exasperation and exhaustion. Coming to a stop before the late arrivals to the set, he didn’t bother waiting for introductions. They were late, they’d have to get acquainted after they got into something better suited for the production. Which might be impossible, given that not a single one looked natural enough to fit into a scene in Kamakura–unless they were meant to be tourists?

”You lot missed the cast call. Luckily, we haven’t started yet.” Another quick onceover. They weren’t unattractive–quite the opposite, if he was being honest. The problem was that they didn’t look anything like they were in place, and did one of them bring their own prop? Over-eager newbies. They had to be. ”Geeze, they didn’t give us a second thought when they cast you guys, did they? Whatever, see that girl over there with the blonde highlights? She’ll set you up with a place to change. I’ll get you guys some spare sets from wardrobe so you don’t stick out so mu–”

”Hey, Hayashi, you talkin’ to yourself again?”

The color from the brunette’s face drained as his gaze darted to his colleague, then slowly drifted back to the group he’d approached. A breath that might have been a sigh or a hiss escaped through clenched teeth, but he put on his best work face, a tired grin and a sarcastic joke fired back to the assistant director with a dismissive wave. The look faded as soon as he turned his attention back to the group, running his hands through his hair as he did so. The action earned a second hiss as a few unruly strands caught on the edge of an earring, a simple piece adorned by a small gem with a familiar, dark cloudiness revealed for a moment before it disappeared beneath rose brown hair once more.

”So, you guys know what’s up with your situation, right?”
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The cutoff post for this prod is Claire's post on page 1. As a prod was made in Discord, missing posts won't be repeated here.

The next Mod Prod is scheduled for:
DECEMBER 15, 2022
@banjoanjo - Tyty for the changes. The lad looks good to bip into the character tab! Can't wait to boss the son around uh, I mean, uh, see Aron in action. :D
@banjoanjo - The meaty lad! Also lmfao the names of the spells, I'm deceased. I know the sheet is WIP but I'll bip up a few bobbles for the spells ahead of time.

Scale 2 - Written should be able to handle both increase and decrease of force! While I'd like to ask for some sort of vague upper limits to help my potato grade memory be consistent for any future judgement calls, I am also like 200% incapable of thinking of a way to quantify that in a meaningful way. /nervous sweating

Frameshell - For the written version, I can give the okay on having it copy-paste verbal spells a-la "made the target recite and recast the spell in the four second timeframe", but as written spells would have their inscriptions eaten up on activation, those particular effects wouldn't be reactivated/refreshed outside of circumstances like "the target had multiple prepared copies of the spell on hand" or "the target had a very simple written spell that could be written and reactivated within the timeframe".

Keyframe - While I know you probably won't use Keyframe to like, snap someone's head around 180 degrees like some morbid horror puppet in the five second span, I'm obligated to request a vague upper limit and to give a heads up that a in some situations there may be resistance to the manipulation. ( o u o) /






~??? | DECIBITUS | LUCEMA REGINI

There was something decidedly wrong about someone who liked mornings as much as Sigrun. The blonde might as well have been chirping her greetings to the reapers making their way into the office in the morning with her clipboard in hand, her nails painted with cotton candy pinks and blues in stark contrast to her otherwise professional attire.

That one could practically conjure her exact image, down to the absentminded fiddling of her glitter-filled phone charm, was probably only partially due to her uncanny mastery over magic meant for communication. The rest was entirely because of her far-too-cheerful voice and the animated sounds of her own fidgeting coming through the spell far too clearly.

“Ahem, this is Siggy! Testing, testing… Gooood morning, reapers–or maybe it’s, like, gonna way past morning where you guys are going?” Her voice chimed brightly from the spell meticulously inscribed in sparkling, turquoise gel pen ink on laminated stickers of equally pastel shades carefully cut in the shape of rounded stars. Sigrun had been assertive in affixing said stickers to each reaper even before they’d received the news of their latest jobs. Her vice grip on the reluctant and unwilling had been surprising, as always. “Anyways, you guys are way, way, way in luck! Miss Death said these jobs are probably gonna be a snoozefest for you guys, and like, I totally believe her. And you have me as your totes super-duper operator for communicating to base today!”

Humming blocked the silence for a moment alongside a rustling of papers.

“Let me see… M, V, O, A… Yeah, Team Vamos! Okay, okay, we have an extra note for you on top of the information for the wisp hunt, and that iiiiis… ‘Miss Dupont, your pay will be docked for excessive collateral damage!’ Pfffff, hashtag warning, right? You should be over at Centenary Park Campground, but like, not directly at any of the sites. It’s defs the best place to not scare any mountain climbers off a cliff or end up right in front of the Wisp on accident.

And then–oh, wowee, we have real hotties working here now, huh? Anyways, Team Hot Stuff, Decibitus Hall hasn’t been able to get an image of the little lost guy yet, but once they do, I’ll zap the image right into your head! Bzzzt, just like that! Miss Death wrote a note on one’a the film crew guys too–apparently he’s been a pain in the butt recently in some Japan jobs ‘cause he can like, to-tal-ly see you guys even when no one else can. But, like, maybe he also saw the lost dude? Dudette? Whatevs. You should turn up in Genjiyama Park. Lotta nature there and like, no surprise shrines to accidentally trip a ward or something since you’re still kinda ghosties too. Mooooost likely the lost person is gonna be around one of those shrines though, so I guess just try not to cause too much fuss and make it a whole thing when you get to them.”


Sigrun flipped through whatever report was before her again, the pages rustling once more.

“Woooooow, and last but not least we have Team Oldie. Pluto, aren’t you like, retirement age yet? Like, take a break already, geeze. Anyways, I’m seeing that you guys might have to try and find out more about Dakotah, but like, they were pretty popular in that teeny town. Maybe if you guys finish early, you can like, chill out at the beach? Catch some sun? God, now I’m jealous. You guys should turn up at Milo’s Point, since that’s pretty close to where Dakotah probably went. They might have worked at this, uhhh, Walter Anderson Museum of Art place, so maybe check that out first.” Despite the words, it didn’t really sound like missing out on a beach town escapade really bothered Sigrun very much. “Anyways, if you have anything to report or need backup or to ask for anything, my spell’s gonna be up, so like, don’t lose it, okay? I like, laminated them and everything. Just call my name when you needa connect to someone, okay? Ciao!”

And, as suddenly as the storm had come, it too had passed, leaving the reapers in Sigrun’s care to figure out the remainder their duties themselves.







@canaryrose - Oh, I totally forgot to ask for the written vs spoken classifications for each spell. Just for record keeping on my end! Just slap those onto the spells and go ahead and pop the good sister into the character tab! ( o u o )b
@canaryrose - The nun has arrived.

The only things I have to request are (for my own sanity and reference) defining written/spoken for the spells and some tweaking to the upper time limits to be shorter. For Risus, lowering it to 60-90 seconds, for Sisto, five minutes, and Saltare having it at 10 minutes would be easier for me to work with.

Of course I have to give fair warning that in some cases, brute physical strength may make up for a lack of will in some cases (e.g. someone may still try to take some swings while laughing or brute force movement through magic restraints), though this isn't expected to be the norm!

Once you get back to me on those, Sister Catherine should be good to go into the character tab!
Once again double posting because I have to be "professional" and "consistent" smh

The job board has been updated with the current jobs. While we intend to have rotations and will later fully populate the job board for players to choose between postings, for this first one, we wanted all types of jobs to have had a first go around at the same time. Additionally, for convenience, we assigned teams for the first round of jobs, but this is not likely to always be how groups are formed. Please check out the job board here.

In addition to the above, I have set up the Solbit tracker in the same post as the job board. This will be updated after every mod prod. A consolidated version will be available in the discord with updates closer to real-time.

As a reminder, Uchi's stash will not be stocked until after the first round of jobs is completed. After this, GMs will populate the shop with a few perks that can be purchased while the shop is open.
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