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EVENT 009
RULER OF MY HEART
HOW SWEET IT IS
As time ticks on in that strange, wobbly way it does in this place — where the nights feel like they last days, and the days feel like they’re only a few hours long — the fog, ever so gradually, rolls back in, until it’s that oppressive black wall it normally is. It means no more trips into the greater forest for the time being, though the surrounding ring of treeline around the Grove and the burned town to the north remains readily accessible.
The woods, now awake and alert, sends its regards with the occasional roar of a beast in the far distance, and the occasional biblically-accurate deer wandering into the Grove proper to nibble on grasses starting to spring up through the snow. Speaking of things springing up through the snow, there are some new trees near the riverbank, sporting perfectly normal lemons that are growing perfectly normal eyeballs. It’s fine, they’re edible, although they don’t seem to be native. Hmm.
All is peaceful thus far, until you open your dresser drawer. Suddenly, a little creature flies out at you, or cries out angrily because you woke it up. Perhaps, that creature climbs on you instead, shuffling into your pocket to snuggle up. Or, maybe you lay down for a nap, and your pillow feels just a touch lumpier than normal, and when you move your head, something squeals at you. No matter where you find them, even if they’re being a nuisance and eating your shoelaces, these creatures are harmless: they’re merely cold, and you, a Warm Thing, will now be their space heater.
The woods, now awake and alert, sends its regards with the occasional roar of a beast in the far distance, and the occasional biblically-accurate deer wandering into the Grove proper to nibble on grasses starting to spring up through the snow. Speaking of things springing up through the snow, there are some new trees near the riverbank, sporting perfectly normal lemons that are growing perfectly normal eyeballs. It’s fine, they’re edible, although they don’t seem to be native. Hmm.
All is peaceful thus far, until you open your dresser drawer. Suddenly, a little creature flies out at you, or cries out angrily because you woke it up. Perhaps, that creature climbs on you instead, shuffling into your pocket to snuggle up. Or, maybe you lay down for a nap, and your pillow feels just a touch lumpier than normal, and when you move your head, something squeals at you. No matter where you find them, even if they’re being a nuisance and eating your shoelaces, these creatures are harmless: they’re merely cold, and you, a Warm Thing, will now be their space heater.
I REALLY LIKE YOU
One of Ydalir’s secret passions is cooking. You would not know this, because she doesn’t have the ability to eat, but that doesn’t mean she lost the ability to cook. A holiday is coming, you see, and it’s tradition for everyone to partake in cute chocolates and have candlelit dinners! (She will not be providing the dinners, that’s on you.)
What feels like early on in the month, Ydalir will approach everybody with a box of chocolates customized for each person with their favourite flavours. For those of you who don’t eat human food, don’t worry: These are safe for consumption for vampires and robots alike.
Like with most things here, though, things are not as they seem. Eating one of these chocolates suddenly makes you feel very, very cuddly, like suddenly you wouldn’t care who you snuggled up to right now so long as you were comfortable. With the candy in your system, you feel affectionate to anyone who you come across, even if you may not have liked them previously.
As it turns out, mixing magic with cooking makes a potion. Ydalir swears up and down she didn’t mean it, but enjoy your cuddle-chocolates anyway!
What feels like early on in the month, Ydalir will approach everybody with a box of chocolates customized for each person with their favourite flavours. For those of you who don’t eat human food, don’t worry: These are safe for consumption for vampires and robots alike.
Like with most things here, though, things are not as they seem. Eating one of these chocolates suddenly makes you feel very, very cuddly, like suddenly you wouldn’t care who you snuggled up to right now so long as you were comfortable. With the candy in your system, you feel affectionate to anyone who you come across, even if you may not have liked them previously.
As it turns out, mixing magic with cooking makes a potion. Ydalir swears up and down she didn’t mean it, but enjoy your cuddle-chocolates anyway!
LET’S STAY TOGETHER
Sometimes, when you touch another person, your mind goes elsewhere. This isn’t a result of the chocolates, but rather some other force at work. If you see two people asleep somewhere — the ground, the couch, the kitchen counter — it’s best to leave them where they are, unless you want to risk passing out with them and seeing what they see. They’ll wake up in a little while.
What those who get dragged into their own minds see depends on the person, and what lies within their heart. These “heartspaces” are made up of core memories to the participants — important locations, emotional states given form, meaningful items, or anything else, really. When in contact with another person, these heartspaces will combine into one, perfectly interactable and wanderable at your leisure. Touching objects within these spaces will play a core memory before your eyes, or even change the scenery a bit, depending on whose heart it is you’re messing with.
Perhaps now is a good time for bonding and learning about one another, in the comfort and privacy of your own minds. After all, you won’t exit the heartspaces for quite a bit.
What those who get dragged into their own minds see depends on the person, and what lies within their heart. These “heartspaces” are made up of core memories to the participants — important locations, emotional states given form, meaningful items, or anything else, really. When in contact with another person, these heartspaces will combine into one, perfectly interactable and wanderable at your leisure. Touching objects within these spaces will play a core memory before your eyes, or even change the scenery a bit, depending on whose heart it is you’re messing with.
Perhaps now is a good time for bonding and learning about one another, in the comfort and privacy of your own minds. After all, you won’t exit the heartspaces for quite a bit.
PAIN IN MY HEART
…just try not to break anything while you're there.
It might be an accident. Maybe you walk backwards into a table containing a framed photograph, and that photo falls and the glass breaks, the picture inside the frame ruined. Maybe you broke that cheaply-made but still-important toy while fiddling with it. Or, perhaps, it wasn’t an accident at all: You broke that thing on purpose, you punched through that wall, you set that fire.
Whatever broke the thing in question doesn’t matter in the end. What matters is that the memory associated with it begins to fade away like smoke on the wind. Fixing the broken object will bring that memory back, but failing to fix it before you wake up from the dream will have that memory gone forever.
Although, there are some pretty bad memories out there… if the memory broken was terrible, or if the item in question showed someone a dark secret you didn’t want them to know… shouldn’t it stay gone?
It might be an accident. Maybe you walk backwards into a table containing a framed photograph, and that photo falls and the glass breaks, the picture inside the frame ruined. Maybe you broke that cheaply-made but still-important toy while fiddling with it. Or, perhaps, it wasn’t an accident at all: You broke that thing on purpose, you punched through that wall, you set that fire.
Whatever broke the thing in question doesn’t matter in the end. What matters is that the memory associated with it begins to fade away like smoke on the wind. Fixing the broken object will bring that memory back, but failing to fix it before you wake up from the dream will have that memory gone forever.
Although, there are some pretty bad memories out there… if the memory broken was terrible, or if the item in question showed someone a dark secret you didn’t want them to know… shouldn’t it stay gone?
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
HOW SWEET IT IS
The fog is back. The creatures are clinging to you because they're cold. The eyeball lemons are, uh... lemon...y. Enjoy your completely normal slice of nature.
I REALLY LIKE YOU
Ydalir has made everybody chocolates! They're delicious and induce feelings of affection and a deep need to cuddle others. Surely this won't go terribly awry. Also, she's very sorry.
LET’S STAY TOGETHER
Sometimes, touching someone else takes you to a combined mental space made up of the important things to you and the person you touched. You can touch things within the space to play memories, or explore the environment together. Outside, you're just asleep on the floor somewhere probably, so hopefully no one trips over you.
PAIN IN MY HEART
Be careful in the heartspaces. Anything you break will take a relevant memory with it. If you can find a way to repair it, the memory will come back. Although, sometimes memories need to stay gone, don't they? Maybe leaving it broken is okay?
OOC
Happy February! The mod team will not apologise for the amount of pink in this event log. If you'd like to plot with people for this event, head over to OOC plotting. We will allow you to make up various plantanimal creatures for this event, they don't have to be like the images linked as examples. Have fun, enjoy creatures, they're here to stay. Reminder this month will have Heimrquest, so if you want to sign up, please do so on the OOC plotting post.
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Why wouldn't I? You've given me no reason not to.
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[So you know, fair warning.]
When we next meet, I may be a touch more... aggressive.
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[Sesa hums, brushing his claws through Luca's hair again.]
You know, Vouivre tend to be aggressive as well. We can actually be quite vicious if we let our instincts get the better of us.
All of that to say, no matter how you behave later, I'm sure I'll be able to handle it.
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I hope that happens to be a promise, my new friend.
[Stop, stop, Wolfie's gonna get the newspaper-]
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Oh? Does someone enjoy a bit of rough handling...?
[STOP]
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[Is his voice a purr? Maybe. Who know birds could do that.]
Unfortunately, too many people play far too nice with me.
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Consider his interest piqued.]
Well...I'll only be gentle if you want me to be.
[That hand in his hair...tugs. Just a bit, just to see how Luca might respond.]
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Ah - I'm - [He clears his throat and promptly dips his head, trying to hide in the curtains of hair] That was - very out of line.
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My apologies. You are just so endearing, I couldn’t resist.
[Sesa pulls his fingers gently through Luca’s hair again, in a way he hopes is soothing.]
Are you alright?
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[Give him a second. Let him calm his feathers a bit. The soothing touch definitely helps, too.]
You - flatter me deeply Sesa. Truly.
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I only speak to what I can see with my own eyes. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, even in the short time you’ve been here in the Grove.
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Except not right now, though. Right now, Luca manages to utter a soft, breathy little laugh.]
Even after I insulted you repeatedly for your foraging skills?
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[Ope-]
But if you hadn't, I would probably be dead right now. So it all worked out, no?
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[But he isn't arguing, not really. He's already nestling back into Sesa's chest.]
I am glad I said something, though. Having you around is... good.
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[Sesa knows he’s rather lucky, compared to some back on Terra. He’s not infected, he has the promise of a potentially long life, at least if he doesn’t squander it. But others, like Passenger…they’re left with years in the single digits, if not less.
He tries not to think about it much, since he knows there’s no real way to properly monitor Oripathy here. Not when people like Kal’tsit aren’t around.]
Sometimes people need tough loving, you know? You had no way of knowing if I was a stubborn sort, who may just eat the mushroom I found out of spite.
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[Maybe not here exactly. He still has so much to do back home, after all. But if he has to be here, then at least he's in good company. Good, attractive company, even. You can't fault him for having eyes and desires. Especially when he's hopped up on
hornycuddle candy.]Tough loving indeed. [Luca, is that innuendo -] It's for the best that you aren't that stubborn. Save it for someone like me.
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Being stubborn isn't necessarily a bad thing. It means you have the capacity to stand your ground when others may be tempted to fold under pressure. It makes for all of the qualities of a good leader.
[Petting his hair still as he says this, btw.]
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I think you'll find I'm a rather poor leader, actually.
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[Sesa tilts his head a bit to one side.]
It's of course fine if you're more comfortable focusing your efforts into other things. I'm not sure I could ever be a leader of anything myself...though it wouldn't be for lack of trying, if I had no other choice.
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[He doesn't say this scathingly. Rather, it's an almost dull statement of fact. It simply is.
... at least he follows it up by reaching up to twine a strand of Sesa's hair around his fingers?]
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Instead, he just sighs, relaxing a little as he tilts his head towards Luca's hand.]
Perhaps we needn't speak of such serious topics. I'm merely enjoying spending time with you, after all. [...] I see we both have similar tastes as well, given how we've chosen to style our hair.
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Is the color natural for you?
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[Sesa, bro, your hair is like
FIRE ENGINE red.]
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[There's something distant and distracted in his gaze.]
It makes it impossible to go much of anywhere back home without someone getting wind of who I am.
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[Whether that's a good or bad thing, though...]
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