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sticks and bones. ([personal profile] sticksandbonesmods) wrote in [community profile] sticksandbones2024-05-03 05:05 pm

EVENT & TDM 012

IT'S GONNA BE MAY
WAKE UP
You open your eyes, and with a jolt, find yourself within the clearing of a miniscule town surrounded by trees and thick, black fog. Despite the ominous backdrop, nature seems to be thriving — it’s a pleasantly chill spring day, as far as anyone can tell, and everything is vibrant and blooming… even some of the animals. At some point, a friendly old dog with red fur approaches, carrying a basket in his jaws. Inside are blackberries and apples other fruits. Did he find this himself? Or did someone give them to him to bring to new arrivals? Regardless, he very clearly hopes that you’ll share.

A giant golden brown turtle sits by a tent, napping in the sunlight. Two statues sit in the courtyard by an old well — a haloed woman marked as the Goddess of the Sun, Beiwe, and a gentle woman looking adoringly at her counterpart, marked as the Goddess of the Moon, Ourania. If you pay your respects, the air feels gentle and warm in the day, and like a fresh cool breeze at night.

As you explore more, perhaps the bloomed animals will approach — a mossy squirrel, or a frog who happens to also be a lilypad. It’s charming, almost. Whimsical and kind.

Shame that the wall of fog looms ever on, watching. Waiting.
SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLENDID
cw: hallucinations, compulsions, near-death experiences

For a while, spring seems gentle, almost. Peaceful. The previous month may have been full of jokes, but things are actually safe. Of course, that can’t last forever. Every night, a purple, shimmering mist floods the town. It does not breach the doors and windows, even if left open, but looking at it is… enticing.

Should you give in, the mist is cool and gentle, swaying around you like smoke. The longer you stay in, the more your eyes feel blissfully heavy. Soon, you find yourself surrounded by loved ones, in a place that brings you joy — a childhood home, a vacation spot, some place warm and safe and dear to your heart. Everyone is playing and having so much fun. Join them! Join them!

Of course, by the time you do jump into the fun, you’ll find yourself awakened with a start, just about to fall into danger. Perhaps you climbed a tree and were about to leap to the ground from too high up. Or maybe you stuck your head in the river and your lungs were about to empty. Regardless, the happy dream shatters with imminent danger, and perhaps you’d better hope that someone else is nearby to help you. … Especially since with each night you give in, the more enticing the mist is the next night.
DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY
At some point, the mist is forcibly dissipated and instead the moon shines brightly, almost like a spotlight. Investigation will reveal an absurdly large capybara that seems more like a vehicle than an animal, even with the jasmine flowers hanging off of it, siting down with the ‘door’ accessible to anyone willing to climb in.

“Come with me, and I will bring you to a night of festivities.” is all that it says when asked. And it knows that you will — you’re all curious as kittens, after all. Once the last person takes a fuzzy seat within the capybara, it slowly stands up and begins walking through the woods, and for the first time, everything seems peaceful. Normal, even. Why, there’s not even a monster or misshapen, grabby tree! Just a moonlit forest, and fireflies in the distance.

Eventually it brings you to a small but beautiful cabin, crouching down to let everyone out again. Outside is a layer of marble surrounded by pillars decorated with sheer fabrics and an abundance of lilies and calendula, jasmine and marigolds, hydrangeas and gladiolus. A buffet table has also been spread out, and within the cabin are changing rooms with a multitude of ornate gowns and suits, alongside sitting rooms and other potential necessities — though you get the feeling that you should still be on your best behavior here.

Gentle music plays from an unknown source. The capybara is resting, until it’s time to leave come sunrise. For one night, everything is at peace. You may as well enjoy it, and dance to your heart’s content.
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
WAKE UP
Welcome to Aldric's Grove! The fog wall is a little creepy, but worry not: A dog has brought you a snack, and the plant-bearing wildlife are pretty friendly. If you've been here for a while, no worry: You, too, are getting a basket of treats from the dog.

SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLENDID
A purple mist fills the Grove at night, and stepping into it makes you experience a euphoric dream... shortly before you wake up because you nearly walked into death. Be careful, because the mists are addicting, and you may not have an easy time avoiding their temptation the following nights.

DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY
For one night, the mists clear up and peace settles over the forest. A giant capybara gleefully takes everyone to the site of a grand dance, where the clothing and food are all free, and the music swells with joy. Dance your hearts out until dawn breaks, and then the capybara will take you back home.

OOC
Happy May! This is a reminder that TDMs are game canon. Enjoy your dreams, enjoy your prom night, enjoy the capybara. OOC Plotting Lives Here if you'd like to plot anything out!

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[personal profile] storied_blade 2024-05-05 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
One I do my best to live up to. [And the sheepish slant to his smile makes it clear that for however proudly he claims it he is still a modest man at heart.]

Bartender, hmm? And a far more enchanting one than the most recent I've met. [A brief grimace at the memory of Thisobald Thorm's grotesque form. But he dismisses it with a shake of his head, instead taking Luca's hand to lead him to the dance floor proper.]

It seems we are one of the few who know such precise steps. I fear we may have to stay rather a lot closer than the dance is intended for just due to how little room there seems to be. [Not inappropriately so, of course, but the grand sweep turns and steps, where there is meant to be a good meter or more between them, is asking too much of the small floor and the crowd, none of whom seem to be holding to any form of proper dance etiquette. Not even a simple waltz.]
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[personal profile] unheiring 2024-05-05 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a certain level of charm that Wyll exudes. A few years prior, and Luca might have been utterly smitten with him. Even now, the honeyed words he offers serve to splash the faintest bit of color across his cheeks, though for a mercy it doesn't send him stammering about like a young teen.]

You did not tell me you were also well versed in flattery. [His brows lift playfully.] But yes. There is a bar not far from the clinic. It's open most always — if I am not there, there are others who man the station.

[Luca also passes glance over the assembled denizens of the grove. He, too, has noticed the lack of form in their movements. Luca, however, finds their free motions to be a welcome sight.

He doesn't vocalize this to Wyll, though. Rather, he gives a shrug.]


I am perfectly capable of adapting. Surely you are as well?
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[personal profile] storied_blade 2024-05-09 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Well then.... Should you flee and leave me with naught but a sweet memory and displaced footwear I shall know where to find you.

[Wyll's smile flashes to a wide grin for a moment, thinking himself quite clever, before he clears his throat. Taking the appropriate starting position and bowing to Luca with a flourish. Adapting is what he does~]
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[personal profile] unheiring 2024-05-11 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, you're that sort of romantic, are you?

[Though his tone verges on the dry, Luca's amusement is still obvious. It dances behind his eyes, and flutters at the edges of his lips, which try so hard to remain in their thin little line.

He bows in kind before taking his first steps. It's been awhile since he's danced, and longer still since he's moved like this. Nevertheless, the muscles in his lithe form haven't forgotten, and he finds himself going through the motions with little struggle.]