let fury have the hour,

[agogemod]

WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Agoge's third TDM! And the death of an important guy. And some very upset royalty.
WHEN? Late 1792, Paris.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.

IT'LL BE FINE;

Paris, 1792: revolutionary france.

read the France setting infopages

arrival for new recruits

(Note: If you were one of the people who used the previous TDM and want to use that as canon while still participating in this one, feel free! The following will still happen, though the guide will apologize for a malfunction in your BCE causing you to zap through the intervening month instead of joining your comrades like you should have. You'll be assured the glitch is fixed now, and it probably is. Probably.)

You wake up in a Parisian hotel room with a kind woman standing near the door, waiting for you to awaken. You have none of your clothing, just black military-issued underwear, and none of your previous possessions beyond the one you chose (if you remember choosing) to bring with you.

The woman by the door speaks French, and if you didn't understand the language before, you do now. If you have questions as to what's going on, she'll answer: you are a member of COST, a paramilitary organization of time travelers fighting against the Regency, a tyrannous kingdom of the future who are trying to stamp out freedom and individuality in the name of peace.

She will provide you with the clothing necessary to fit in at this time, and show you how to use your BCE implant to look up information on this time period and its social and political mores. She won't let you leave until you're properly dressed to fit in, but once you are, she'll wish you luck.

KILL THE KING

It doesn't matter if you're new, or if you've been here a while. You'll hear about the execution going on today. It's as though the barely restrained urban chaos of Paris has ground to a halt. Everything is about the king. Is it really going to happen? Are they really going to do it? Can they do it? Is it even possible?

Anyone out of the loop will be filled in, but with no small amount of ridicule: Today is the day of the king's execution. His trial has wrapped up, and the National Convention voted to execute him for treason and tyranny.

The crowd at the execution is enormous, a riotous mob of passion barely restrained. Everyone is jockeying for a better view, with children and adults climbing up on nearby statues, lampposts, the sides of houses, rooves, some even hang from windows. Everyone watches the scaffold.

The prison cart arrives with no fanfare save the yells of the crowd. Within it sits a small, fat little man, looking like he's doing his best to remain composed. He's brought to the scaffold, and his crimes are read out: colluding with foreign powers, and the crime of royalty, which is anathema to the republic of France.

When asked for his final words, Louis Capet, known to some as King Louis XVI, speaks in a quiet voice. "I forgive my enemies."

When the blade comes down, the crowd errupts into cheers. Many rush forward to touch the blood of a king, dipping bits of cloth in it in an attempt to save it.

I PREDICT A RIOT

It's as though all the built up tension in Paris exploded when the king was killed.

Who knows what started it. Rumors spread like wildfire, and it doesn't matter, does it? In the end, most of Paris is swarmed with chaos, especially in the areas nearest to where the king was executed. There's no doubt that the riot and the king's death are directly related; no peasant currently throwing stones and breaking windows will deny it.

Fights are happening with great frequency. It only takes a word, a half sentence, for someone to decide you're some kind of counter-revolutionary. There is a current of anxiety in Paris that hasn't gone away; after reaching a fever pitch, it has expressed itself with violence and chaos.

let's visit the tuileries

The Tuileries was the royal palace in Paris, the last residence of the king before his death. Of course the people of France end up clamoring at its gates, screaming profanities and attempting to scale them.

The majority of the guard let them do this, making only the most token of efforts to keep the peasantry back. But one guard, a man by the name of Antoine Colin, seems to become spooked and shoots repeatedly into the crowd before someone knocks him out.

By then, though, it's too late. The crowd was rambunctious, but not murderous. Now it's bloodthirsty, and the gates are stormed. It isn't long before the common people of France are trampling through the corridors of power. Inside, they'll mostly find servants running and hiding, and lots of valuables to steal.

Most are content with that, but not all. Some clamor for the deaths of the queen and the royal children-- per the laws of inheritance, Marie Capet's remaining son is now King of France. Should he not die as well?

The queen is hidden in a safe room, a hollow wall inside her apartments. Do you try to find her? Try to save her? Try to kill her yourself?

...And what about those kids hiding in there with her?

BRING IN THE TROOPS

The riot in the Tuileries lasts several hours, well past nightfall. It's beginning to peter off, people loosing their energy or vigor, when the sound of gunfire echoes from the front courtyard.

General Lafayette has arrived to save the queen, and brought with him a retinue of personal soldiers. All on horseback, brandishing firearms and sabers, they stream through the expansive halls of the Tuileries and attack anyone who looks out of place. They're here to clean up this mess with no concern for more filthy peasants getting in the way.

Aftermath

The night is a long one. Several fires break out in various parts of Paris, shops are looted, and several die in the Tuileries. The queen has disappeared, along with Lafayette. Some say she and Lafayette died, and they'll show you the bodies for a couple sou. Others claim they saw them riding off into safety just before sunrise. There are already talks of hunting them down, trying to find the traitors.

Only one thing is known for sure: It may be advisable to stay inside for the foreseeable future.

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NAV NETWORK LOGS OOC PLURK DISCORD

Comments

[fessus]

[ No one is that skinny. Sorry, dude. You're alone. ]

Ahh... meat. [ Yeah, he's a simple man. Just give him meat sandwiches, fish, sugar, and rice bowls. ] I'd take the milkshake but I don't need to put anything in it. Obviously I'm strong enough.

[ryuji]

[HE WILL GROW.

HE WILL BECOME ONE WITH THE MUSCLE GODS.]

Yeah... but doesn't eating straight up sugar activate your appetite control center and cause you get hungry later?

[...





He reads Men's Health a lot, okay?]

[fessus]

[ ............ ]

Hah? How would I know that? [ Noctis pauses pointedly, casting a look down at himself with a pat of his stomach. ]

Are you trying to say something?

[ryuji]

[He watches him check himself out, almost making sure that he isn't getting pudgy or anything, and Ryuji raises both hands up towards Noctis. Whoa, whoa. Don't get the wrong idea!]

Nah, dude, you've got a good physique. I'm just talkin' about myself. I... uh. I really love soda but it kills my metabolism.

[fessus]

[ Satisfied with the compliment, Noctis raises his head again. Right... take that, Gladio... Not that this is the time for that, but it's not the time for a lot of things. He's walking back towards the hotel almost by instinct, feet choosing their own direction. ]

Soda? Pass... It's okay sometimes but an energy drink beats that.

[ryuji]

[Actually, where the hell were they supposed to be going? Ryuji gets the sense that they're not being followed anymore, but... ah, whatever. He'll go with the flow.]

You chug back energy drinks?

[Impressive]

Guess I'm kinda weird... sometimes they calm me down a bit

[fessus]

I go through a lot of them depending on how rough the day is. [ This isn't strictly untrue, honestly. Just a little misleading. ]

Ah, I think that just means some part of you is broken. Or maybe your metabolism is.

[ryuji]

That's kinda like a dependency ain't it? Some people drink coffee when they're havin' a rough day, but the shit tastes like mud. [Define "rough day" - you mean just waking up is a rough day?]

Maybe. Or maybe I'm just more evolved than other people.

[He laughs at... himself, mostly. That's a terrifying thought.]

[fessus]

Only kids think that coffee tastes like mud. How immature are your taste buds, again? [ Noctis... doesn't like coffee. He never has. It's far too bitter, and yet he drinks it exactly because he wants to avoid the criticism that he's forcing Ryuji to currently endure. It makes him feel a little bit more grown up, especially since even Prompto goes for it. ]

So it's not the "more evolved" theory.

[ryuji]

[Ryuji can't stand the taste of it unless it's watered down with a ton of milk and sugar, but even then, it's kind of gross. He knows athletes use coffee in moderation for workout boosts, even putting it in shakes, but he's never gained any benefits off of drinking the stuff.]

Eh? I'll have you know I'm at least 10 years old. [Gives him a small smile, but he crosses his arms in defiance.]

Thing is... I can't stand the taste of it, but I really love the smell of it. I got my best friend to blame for that, I guess.

[fessus]

Your best friend makes coffee?

[ That... rings a bell, and he slows as they reach the hotel. As good a rendezvous point for him as any, and somewhere they can get a little extra rest. Potentially. Depending on damages done. ]

One of mine does too. Everything he makes is good, though.

--are you going in or heading back out somewhere?

[ryuji]

Apparently it's super good. I dunno, his is the only I ever feel like drinkin'.

[Sojiro's is... vastly superior to Akira's, in the end, but it's more the act of something being made specifically for him that kind of nails it in.]

You sound like a lucky guy, then. I usually gotta cook anything I wanna eat. My mom's got two jobs, so if you don't do it yourself, then we both didn't eat, ya catch?

[He looks up at the hotel entrance. It should bring him some feeling of safety, that his journey's come to an end, but he knows there are recruits still out there. He's holding out, praying that a certain one of them was one he knew particularly well.]

I'm gonna head out. Thanks for the offer, bro. I got some stuff to research before we warp the hell outta here. Stay safe, aight?

[fessus]

[ Ryuji's openness gives him pause, suddenly catching himself feeling a little like he'd just bragged about his own circumstances when this teen had been forced to be more independent. His pause is awkward but it's a good note to end on, something for him to reflect over before formulating any hard and fast opinions. ]

Ah... Yeah, sure. I'm good.

You too, Ryuji.