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Game Update: July I 2377

Weather & Recap ⭐︎ By Daylight ⭐︎ By Starlight
🎶 Recommended Listening: Sleep on the Beach - Sub-Radio ♪
july i 2377
EPISODE 5: Makeover or Make Up? The Rumor Riptide Never Ceases!
July 1 - July 8

Star Suite: No new unlocks! The next unlockable room is the Lab, which will grant everyone another recovered memory, as well as add a neat new upgrade to their dowsing machines.
Constellations: The Nova Knights are in possession of one of seven Constellations (the Dancer).
Weather: Summer is in full swing in Chalra City! July is just as humid as June, but even hotter, and the breeze blowing in from the sea is more beckoning than refreshing. A handful of summer thunderstorms sweep through the city, but most days are hot, hot, hot and sunny. Street vendors selling shaved ice and handmade wind chimes are on every corner, and gleeful water gun fights are a common scene in the city's parks. The highs for the month average around 93°F/34°C, with lows around 75°F/24°C.

Recap: Last month, the Nova Knights foiled yet another energy harvesting ploy in the form of a boppin' new karaoke sound system, which means Duet 77 is now free of Abyssal influence! You can now enjoy your fancy-yet-affordable karaoke worry-free. They also tracked down who was responsible for prying into Nautis's security: a local locksmith with a checkered past named York. It seems she was hired by one of the Harbingers without knowing what it was she was really investigating, and now that she has the full picture, she's decided to lend a hand to the Nova Knights where she can. Every group of magical warriors needs a civilian pal who helps them out of a jam every once in a while!

BY DAYLIGHT
⭐︎ It's beach season, baby, and there's no better way to beat the heat than getting in the water! Chalra City runs a shuttle bus to the beach every other hour, making day trips to the beach an absolute breeze. But if you want to cool off in the water without leaving the city, there's always the pool! Everwave Academy does, of course, have its own very swanky private pool available to students and staff only, but you'll have to compete for space with the swim dance team currently practicing for regionals, and boy, are they passionate. If you're not a student or you just don't want to deal with other Everwave students, there are public pools around the city as well, the largest and most popular of which is located on the edge of the shopping district.

⭐︎ The beauty salon and spa at the train station has recently been renovated! Sea & Spray is more than just a place for haircuts and makeup: they offer a suite of personal grooming and massage services, including manicures and pedicures, hot stone massages, and a brand-new steam room. Whether you're here for a makeover or just need to take a load off and relax, Sea & Spray has something for almost everyone!

The salon has been a mainstay in the Chalra City train station for decades, and its age was certainly starting to show in the choice of upholstery and tile colors...but now it's looking delightfully modern! The massage chairs for the foot baths are top of the line, every fixture has that brand-new shine, and the old dated color palette has been replaced with light, airy blues and greens. There have already been a couple of reported celebrity sightings, and the rumor mill is a-turnin'. If you want to know the latest city gossip, much of the clientele here is ready to dish on a moment's notice.

⭐︎ Speaking of gossip, wild rumors are at an all-time high in Chalra City, and they're not limited to celebrities. Maybe it's the heat, but all over the city, minor disagreements are escalating into shouting matches, benign misunderstandings are leading to hostilities and the silent treatment, and people seem to be talking about their friends behind their backs an awful lot all of a sudden.

It's happening all over the city, but if you're in the right circles you might hear about the blowup at Verdigris House, despite its otherwise professional and harmonious reputation. It seems that Pairin, one of the Three Princesses and top courtesans of Verdigris House, got into a public dispute with the madam over her contract that quickly became a hostile argument. All kinds of gossip is circulating through the pleasure district and beyond, with open speculation as to whether or not Pairin might cut ties with pleasure house that helped her ascend to her courtesan stardom.

Note: Nova Knights are not immune to the above strange happenings in the city. It is entirely opt-in, but if this would be a fun catalyst for CR/development, you can let this Something Strange overtake your character to make a Problem.

BY STARLIGHT
⭐︎ Hope's Prophecy: Thanks to their past as a diviner for the Oracle, Hope may occasionally receive prophetic dreams that give the Knights a hint about what's to come. Hope did not have a prophetic dream this time around but there's always next time!

⭐︎ Hideout Status: The Aquarium is still in need of repairs before they can start filling those tanks! A replacement for the damaged massive pane of glass seems like it'd be impossible to get into the base, but you never know what Nautis will come up with next.

Maomao has been working on growing ancient Hassalean plants in the hydroponic garden, and to her delirious delight, it's been a success so far! But after a certain point, the sprouts just kind of...stop growing. It seems that when it comes to Hassalean gardening, something is missing...

⭐︎ Nautis Updates: While Nautis isn't thrilled to learn that the Harbingers are hiring human agents, at least they've taken care of the problem for now. It's likely that the Harbingers won't give up, though.

> It's not at all surprising that the mystery hacker turned out to be sent by the Harbingers. I knew no mundane human hacker could find me! > Even a human implanted with a frighteningly primitive AI. Honestly, they probably only tripped over my security protocols by accident. > And the Harbingers were the ones who directed them to the arcade! They basically didn't do any real work at all. > Which means they're totally harmless when it comes to civilians knowing that the Nova Knights exist! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- > Harmless dead weight, that is. > So I totally won't judge if you still want to hang out with them ^_^ > I'm sure that making a new friend must be very exciting for some of you! > I would never take that away from you. > I do wonder who exactly was behind this... It's not exactly Prince Shellustria's style :/ > It sure is troubling that they got so close, though! (•᷄- •᷅ ;) > It just goes to show how little we really know about our enemy. Spooky!

⭐︎ Intel: The Nova Knights learned some pretty important information last time! The fact that York and Delta were hired by one of the Harbingers, and furthermore, that this may have been the work of someone other than Shellustria, since the monsters sent to clean up York were summoned by Dream domain magic. This Harbinger is clearly trying to trace back the signal Nautis sent into the Abyss, and with York's help, they actually came pretty close.

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in the hideout
Maomao is not happy about having awakened to her special destiny. In fact, she's pretty annoyed about it. She doesn't want anything to do with having to save the world, she just wants to live her life, but apparently that's not an option because that ancient piece of cyberjunk won't let her leave the Nova Knights group chat. At least she doesn't have to do any actual fighting. On the other hand, there is little dignity afforded to her by being the team mascot. If anyone calls her Niangniang to her face, they'll get only a death glare in return.

The main draw of the hideout is the garden in the Library where she's been attempting to grow ancient Hassalean plants, and she's actually succeeded — kind of! A few of them have sprouted, but they don't seem to be progressing any further, much to Maomao's frustration. Still, there's plenty of maniacal laughter coming from the Library every so often when she contemplates the possibilities.

elsewhere
Maomao can also be found at Everwave Academy during school hours, and Verdigris House most evenings, and her father's pharmacy on some afternoons and weekends. Occasionally, you might find her at the Golden Butterfly Bathhouse or the Midnight Diner on the weekend enjoying a late night snack.

During most business hours, York can be found at her locksmith shop, Random Access Lock & Key, though sometimes she's out on a house call, which case you can run into her pretty much anywhere in the city. You might find her around Lucky Stars Arcade playing pinball — it turns out she actually is a big pinball fan.

You can also find her at the Midnight Diner once or twice a week week ordering a late dinner and a couple of beers.

Shelley can be found around the Academy in various places during school hours, but especially the art studio and the school gardens, where he's most often seen sitting by the elaborate fountain. He seems to be in an especially foul mood since last month, the usual aloof haughtiness at times sliding into borderline hostility, though it seems to come from a place of anxiety rather than actual vitriol.

a. it's called ART
You are in Professor Lustre's art class, and it is hell. Everwave Academy has more than its fair share of the aloof elite, but this guy is somehow on another level entirely. Maybe you have a lot of experience with art classes at Everwave, or maybe this is your first time in the studio — either way, this man is coming at you with an energy you have yet to face at this school, and to make matters worse, he has all the aesthetic taste of a tourist shop in a beach town.

But that doesn't make him any less your teacher, and he's stopped by your desk/worktable/easel/whatever to inspect what you're working on. Tapping his closed fan against his palm, his mouth slightly downturned, he looks like he's already primed to be disappointed. He points his fan haughtily at whatever you're working on.

"You. Explain...this to me."

b. wildcard
Feel free to tag in with a starter of your own or hit me (the mod) up for planning!

"Ah. Professor." Natalia had happened on Shelley Lustre while taking care of Maomao's poor, neglected Earthling garden.

"A strange happenstance, to see you here." At the fountain, where you always are. But, come to think...

Natalia patted her blazer pocket. Yes, the packet from the baths was there.

I: A Home For The Dancer
Natalia doesn't have the Star Map. But she's seen it. And so--

With some minor woodworking and some small wooden objects--

Neos is constructing, in the only open space, a small shrine for the Dancer. Admittedly, this is in the Aquarium, so...

The sound of hammer gently tapping in wood fills the air.

II: Wildcard
Natalia can be found on the train, in school talking with... who is that person????, or working amongst the other hostesses in the Verdigris House, though she's assiduously attempting to avoid the local drama.

Edited 2025-09-01 22:44 (UTC)

Natalia entered Random Access Lock & Key, sparing a look for the broken window and general disarray (mostly cleaned up). Of course, she knew what had happened, and even felt a little guilty about it, but now was not the time for such things.

Now?

Now was the time for being very concerned. "York! I had heard something terrible had happened, but it seems I was more worried than I needed to be."

A good idea to keep visiting her regardless...

Well, at least casual interactions between her and Maomao continued at the Verdigris house on a regular basis.

That said, Maomao didn't exactly purchase time for her, so most of her conversations have had to be kept brief, and it wasn't exactly work that was hurting her.

Somehow, despite everything, she was getting mildly popular; her entire shift was booked for the next few visits.

Which is why she was now sitting next to Maomao, politely avoiding a groan as she leaned back in her chair in the green room and stared at the ceiling.

Mutsumi hasn't really been the same since last week. After the horror of the fight they lost against Shelley — after she'd failed to protect Nova Glimmer — after Nova Glimmer had seen her de-transform...

A feeling has been bearing down on her with increasing weight since this all started, since Nova Zenith was captured, since Pandora and Glimmer were captured, a feeling that she's not cut out for this, that the pressure is too much. She's already frozen up once at the critical moment — what if it happens again, and it costs a friend their life?

daylight
Mutsumi is still going to class, but she's even quieter than usual — maybe not much of a difference unless you know Mutsumi really well, but if you get up close, it's clear she's underslept and overextended. Despite being an all-around good student, there are days when she seems like she might fall asleep in class, and she's stopped going to the school garden most days after school. The cucumbers she spent all spring diligently tending to are starting to shrivel and wither on the vine.

starlight
It's not as easy to tell how tired Nova Mortis is behind the mask, but she's sluggish, even more subdued than usual, sometimes just straight up spacing out while she's doing something or someone's talking to her. She barely sleeps at home anymore — she barely sleeps at all, and she's started spending most nights in the hideout, holding her guitar on the sofa in some restless half-doze. It isn't that she's afraid to sleep, exactly, but...she is consumed with dread nonetheless.

[ feel free to hit me up at

runawayballista for plotting or a closed starter! ]

Ugh, why is she here. Shelley is not often in the mood to entertain one of his least favorite students at Everwave, and he certainly is not now. He is just out here trying to enjoy a quiet contemplative time at the fountain and now he's being pestered. He gives her an agitated look.

"Can I help you with something, Miss Koutolika?" he says with all the anticipation of being tasked with some unpleasant chore.

She hums and smiles, putting on the face of the previous Neos, as it were. "Actually, Professor, I wanted to take this moment to apologize for my earlier behavior. And to give you a gift to that effect."

After two weeks out of town on his dad's business, Kalim is struggling a bit to get his head back in the game (the game is school). But art class is always fun, so he's relieved to have that on his first day back!

Except, uh, wait. He remembers, the moment Professor Lustre walks into the room and not a second sooner, that when he got caught up with Nautis she told him that Shelly Lustre is none other than the human disguise of the evil Prince Shellustria. Which seems like it should have been obvious in retrospect...

Kalim has no idea how he's supposed to act about this!! He knows he can't give himself away, but... this all seems kind of high stakes, for art class!

Okay. It's okay this is no problem. He can act normal no PROBLEM. He's going to get on with art like NOTHING HAPPENED and hope that the prof doesn't ,,,,

oh no,

"Oh, I, uhhhh...!" Kalim looks at his easel and then back at Professor Lustre. And then back at his easel. And then back at Shelley. "I... wanted to paint some leopards?" There IS some glitter on them. He's learned from his mistakes. Just because the guy who told him to use more glitter turned out to be secretly evil doesn't mean glitter is a bad idea.

Edited 2025-09-08 01:40 (UTC)

It had been another late night at the Midnight Diner for Hope, and with a full stomach and the satisfaction of having navigated a normal conversation with normal people, they've found themself feeling up to something they'd been meaning to do for a little bit now anyway. They walk into the back alley behind the arcade and mumble their way through their transformation phrase, then enter the hideout as Nova Pandora.

Their plan had been to head down to the aquarium and try to clean it up a little bit after how badly they'd screwed it up earlier. Their plan had been that, of course, because nobody is usually around the hideout at night and they still didn't feel like running into any other Nova Knights right now. But once again, someone up there thinks they're real funny. They catch a glimpse of Nova Mortis on the couch, sitting there dazed like she was in the Abyss, and their blood instantly runs cold.

"You're here," they say, terror clutching their words much more tightly than they expected. "Mortis." Please say something this time. Please respond. Don't just repeat the things that they're saying in a softer, scarier voice. Or, like, maybe just curse them out. Maybe it would be okay, they think, if Mortis got up and punched them in the face. Anything to prove that she's not just some puppet.

Since the events of All Outta Minutes, Natalia has been hoping to meet that fair-haired girl again.

She seemed so distraught once they were entering their initials into the high score rankings. Had she missed some important cue?

... No. No, she definitely had. She'd been so wrapped up in the elation that she hadn't noticed whatever cues of fear or distress had been with that girl that day.

She'd been trying to find her, ever since; and while she didn't know it, she'd taken to tending for at least a subset of the cucumbers while taking care of the garden, since she'd been worried about Maomao's poisons and herbs.

So. When she happened upon Mutsumi on the road from school, she paused, hummed.

She knew what she had to do. She approached, cautiously. There were just too many variables and 'that girl', as she's become known to Natalia, would likely want to avoid her.

Edited 2025-09-17 02:10 (UTC)

There's just a half-second delay before Nova Mortis reacts. A half-second where she's just staring glassy-eyed into space. And then she comes out of her doze with a start, the terror in that voice like an electric shock, blinking herself awake. She turns bleary eyes on Pandora, then, when it registers through the dark who it is, she drops her gaze, her arms curling a little more tightly around her guitar.

Things with Glimmer are bad enough. She knows that Glimmer doesn't want her to be upset about what happened, but Glimmer got hurt on her account all the same. She feels like she failed Glimmer. But with Pandora... Did she ever really fail Pandora? Wasn't it the other way around? It doesn't occur to her that she was asking far too much from Pandora, to expect the level of reassurance any adult would have offered in that uncertain time. She reached out for something and came up short, and she came away from that conversation with Pandora feeling more uncertain than ever.

But if it really is Pandora's fault, then why did she feel so awful, so guilty when they were captured by the enemy? Why has she spent the weeks since Pandora returned avoiding them? Isn't it possible, a part of her says, just possible, that she only has herself to blame for this? Isn't it possible that she's the one failing everyone here?

It's like a vortex of emotional white noise in her head, and focusing on it only makes her dizzy. She's so tired, and she has to get up and go to school again tomorrow. She squeezes her eyes shut, unsure of how to react to Hope's tone of voice other than to try to apologize by way of making herself as small as possible.

Edited 2025-09-11 22:08 (UTC)

The last thing York was expecting was to see the Commissariat girl pop up again. In all honesty, she'd totally forgotten about the kid in the wake of all the, uh. Everything lately. York, in the middle of fixing some issue with the cash register, looks up.

"Uh, you did?"

Well, shit. York had been trying to keep a low profile, all things considered. Maybe she ought to have left Chalra City after all, found somewhere else to start over, but man, she hates running, and that fascinatingly rude magic computer of theirs helped Delta beef up their digital security to guard against these Harbinger guys. She'd managed to smooth things over with the barber on one side of the locksmith shop, and she'd bribed the owner of the pool supply store on the other, but rumors always seem to find a way around in this city.

She shrugs. "No need to worry on my account, kiddo. I've been around the block a few times. You lookin' for more practice locks?"

"Ehhh, word gets around about a place with new plywood. Especially near foreign district. It's not anyone's circus, of course, but Natashenka, weren't you talking with that one a while?" The lie comes easily to her lips. Of course no such conversation had happened, but people knew her in the foreign district, the nice girl with the stony expression who gets cats out of trees and plays chess with the old men and kids alike for fun.

"I'm all right with hammer and sealant, if you've got the replacement pane in already. But, yes. Mostly I am here to make sure you are all right and get new locks."

If Pandora could hear Mortis' thoughts, they would have a lot to say. If a lot of things were different, they might have a lot to say. Right now, though, Mortis is just sitting there in silence again, and it trips something bad, some awful memory in Pandora's head, and they glower. They want to yell—they may still. It's hard to say until the words come out of their mouth. How dare Mortis just stay there like the puppet that she pretended to be? How dare she refuse to even say anything, even a greeting, even the tiniest little noise, or even just... even just telling Pandora to screw off? Anything at all?

They don't notice the way that Mortis is trying to make herself smaller. The direction the shame is truly flowing here. It's just... too much. "Can you say something?" they ask, feeling snippy but knowing that it's the better of the options available to everybody here. "Please?" they add, trying to leave a little bit of room for politeness even though it's growing increasingly hard to find. At least there's no desire to punch Mortis in the face and shatter her like porcelain, not that Pandora can't imagine it startlingly easily.

Nova Mortis opens her eyes, and their tired gaze shifts to Pandora. They're looking at her expectantly, like she owes them something. Does she owe them something? It feels like her mind is moving in recursive loops, a worn-out thought chasing its tail, and the white noise seems deafening, now.

She resents it. Under ordinary circumstances, the next words out of her mouth would be an apology. But can't Pandora see she's tired? It shouldn't matter that she's tired. All that matters is that she fulfills her role. But she's falling short on that too, and for a moment the white noise in her mind jars like a bad chord, sharp and dissonant, and her hands go to either side of her head, her gaze dropping back to the guitar in her lap.

"...What do you want?"

The words come out so quietly they're almost inaudible, a mere ghost of a sound. Her tone is, for once, strangely unreadable.

Nova Pastos has been spending most nights in the hideout--he moved in early with the intention of being on call and in place instead of a hundred storeys up one of the tallest high rise complexes in Chalra City.

Recently, however, there's been an increasingly restless--even relentless--energy to his comings and goings. He's moved more complex projects in, then out, then in again, until he'd effectively taken over a sizeable corner of it in the pursuit of... whatever it is he does with his robots, which mostly appears to be increasingly granular and multilayered points of control. The more pieces of face or limb can separate and move, the closer it seems to get to his goal.

And it's clear that the aim is emphatically not about making them humanlike, or 'lifelike' in any organic way. Rather, it seems to be the machine complexity itself that appeals to him, which is resulting in some truly bizarre facial apparatus and (at present) an inability to decide how precisely eye movements should correlate with a living person's, and whether it should include motion tracking or remain purely manual.

This is what he's experimenting with tonight, as Nova Mortis once again wanders in, seemingly dazed and drained, and Nova Pastos himself is elbow deep inside the head of his current humanoid model, agitated about the poor response time of some internal servos. He lifts a brow.

"Again?" Maybe not the most sensitive greeting, but seriously.

"Not that it's any of my business, but is there a reason you're always coming in here? 'cause I'm assuming it's not me."

Nova Mortis and Nova Pastos originally operated on a relatively strict 'no conversation after the greeting' principle since that first time, although that lapsed a bit after their capture mission. Now some nights pass in silence, but other nights find Nova Pastos holding forth on topics by himself, and seemingly to himself--a behaviour that Nautis, at least, will have the data to confirm only happens when he's not alone. The topics tend towards the philosophical or commentative, rapidly become tangential, and are probably not the most digestible, but this one-sided monologuing is about as close to 'friendly' behaviour as he's capable of without straining something.

And yet he doesn't assume he and Nova Mortis are friends.

This could be analysed to death, probably, but who cares about that. The real question is, what the fuck are you doing, Nova Mortis?

Her best, Nova Pastos. She is doing her best.

Nova Mortis doesn't assume they're friends either, but at least she's sort of getting used to him. In a way, just listening to him talk endlessly on topics she can't really follow is less stressful than having a conversation with him, because there's no opportunity for her to say the wrong thing, and so it never escalates into that weird confrontational quasi-hostility. It's just Nova Pastos being Nova Pastos, and he's still kind of off-putting, but for the most part Mortis doesn't mind, and lately, she's too tired to care.

She just nods in glum confirmation as she trudges towards the couch with her guitar in her arms. This time, she doesn't assume her usual delicate, guitar-cradling pose upright, but simply falls over to the side once she sits down, staring glassy-eyed into the middle distance.

She doesn't answer his question right away, offering neither confirmation nor denial. After a minute, she closes her eyes.

"Can't sleep."

Mutsumi is not, as they say, doing well. She's been going to her extracurricular activities even if she's been neglecting her cucumber garden, so she's carrying a pair of ballet shoes tied together as she trudges down the street, a slow but inexorable march towards her train station. She's barely been sleeping, and when she does, she doesn't like the dreams that come, and she's far too exhausted to notice Natalia's approach.

She restrains herself from breaking into a sprint, but only just, instead barely catching up with Mutsumi and walking beside her, silently.

After all, this could be a case of mistaken identity, couldn't it? She has to lean forward and down to make sure that this is, in fact, the anxious light gun girl she remembers.

Unfortunately, this is not looking where she is going, and of course, she's probably been forgotten about-- and worse, her eyes are different now.

... She shouldn't be as annoyed about that as she is.

Just as soon as she confirms it is the light gun girl, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, she leans back into fully standing, and promptly whangs the back of her head into a light pole, signaled by a loud gonging noise against the hollow of it.

Shelley regards her with considerable suspicion. Frankly, he doesn't buy for a second that this girl is experiencing any real remorse — there was something uncomfortably familiar about the fire in her eyes when she'd stalked out of his class before. A memory of some prole revolutionary shouting defiant dogma rises unbeckoned in his mind. He huffs out a small breath through his nose.

Unfortunately, curiosity compels him to ask nonetheless. "A gift?" he says with supreme doubt.

"Yes, Professor. I've noticed that you tend to be quite stressed about our well-being, so..."

She produces the bath salts. "I figured that I could give you something to relax with?"

Edited (oh right the icon) 2025-09-17 23:49 (UTC)

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Game Update: July I 2377

QUESTIONS

[NPC] Maomao

[NPC] York

[NPC] Shelley Lustre/Shellustria

b: a matter of a packet

Natalia Koutolika | Nova Neos

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Re: [NPC] Maomao

Mutsumi | Nova Mortis

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starlight

Daylight Wildcard: CONTINUE?

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Starlight

Re: Starlight

Re: Daylight Wildcard: CONTINUE?

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