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[Open] The Mark of the Herald

Mark of the Herald Part I
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Despite certain disruptive events and ominous visions in the preceding month, August is seemingly still free of any problems.
That’s quick to change, however. Starting from the third of the month, strange, circular marks begin to appear on human students around the school - and, indeed, humans around the world. Those affected begin to feel incurably drowsy, something that no magical or mundane solution can seem to cure or relieve; eventually, they’ll fall asleep entirely, whether they want to or not, and enter a state of magical stasis. Not even nonhumans are immune, though whether they’re marked seems to be much more erratic.
Those who remain awake or are otherwise spared by the mark are free to do as they wish - the Academy won’t ask them to do more than keep themselves safe. But where each marked person falls in slumber, a portal will form; a strange tear in reality, offering glimpses of a surreal, nightmarish plane that differs vastly from individual to individual. One thing is certain; the cause of a victim’s seemingly endless sleep and these portals are linked somehow, and the only way to find out exactly how is to go through...and the only ones capable of doing so are those who are still awake.
This log can be used as a catch-all for event-related threads. The information for this event is here.
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Maybe even especially those accessed via unconscious-colleague-portal.
It's a bit dingy and dull, definitely in need of a remodeling or two, but he can't help but find the place almost homey, the sort of library he could easily spend several hours curled up in a chair with a good book.
He plucks the first one he sees from the nearest bookshelf and then wanders over to one of the trees to examine the fruit, reaching out with one finger to poke at it.]
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As he pokes the fruit, it gives slightly much like a ripe nectarine or plum, and one of the moths flutters to bat its wings at his hand]
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What, are you claiming this?
[He knows what's in it, but there's still a part of him deep down that's curious just what it would be like if he were to take a big bite of it.
...It'd probably go poorly.]
Or are you more interested in the pictures?