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sticksandbones2024-05-03 05:05 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- !npc: beiwe,
- !npc: callan,
- !npc: moder,
- !npc: ourania,
- !npc: rusty,
- !npc: terho,
- !tdm,
- arknights: gnosis,
- arknights: mizuki,
- arknights: passenger,
- arknights: phantom,
- arknights: sesa,
- arknights: silverash,
- cookie run: affogato cookie,
- cookie run: clotted cream cookie,
- cookie run: dark cacao cookie,
- cookie run: pure vanilla cookie,
- cookie run: sparkling cookie,
- cookie run: timekeeper cookie,
- elsword: ain,
- elsword: harque ebalon,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- original: felicity morais,
- original: kiera canorus,
- original: luca aurelius,
- the owl house: hunter,
- the world ends with you: beat,
- the world ends with you: joshua,
- trigun: livio,
- trigun: nai,
- trigun: vash,
- trigun: wolfwood,
- trigun: zazie the beast
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.
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.
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.
“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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it's called wildcard dear
Swallowing his mouthful of wine, he tips his head with a smile. ]
Why, thank you. You're wearing quite the look yourself.
[ Very complimentary, if he does say so. Something about the purple accenting... ]
You must be new around here. I can't say I've seen you before.
nuhuh
The return compliment gets a little laugh, absolutely not modest in the least. Listen, he has a feeling if the other is dressed like this, they're both of similar make. There's no need to fake modesty. ]
I did my best by what has been given to me.
[ He inclines his head a little to the comment, sipping his drink before answering. ]
Indeed, I arrived shortly before this little soiree whisked us away. Quite a charming introduction to this new world.
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[ Which he did. It's a vague gloat, not intended to be anything but a joke for himself and himself only. This man doesn't know what he's capable of, and he isn't about to show his hand.
Yet. ]
Well then, welcome to the Grove. You can call me Joshua. And you might be...?
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[ He wouldn't stop at merely clothing, but if it was all he could do. He would be glorious. Even more so than he already is. ]
My pleasure, Joshua. [ What a weird, short name. Fits the moist fleshy stuff, however. ] I am Affogato Cookie, at your service. Do things of this ilk happen often?
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Hmm. Affogato... A combination that seems so simple to the casual observer, but is really fairly complex and elegant.
[ And one that he's partial to, for that matter. He's not generally a big fan of sweets, but ice cream or gelato drowned in espresso is a particularly good combination. He lifts his wine glass slightly, swirling its contents in a gentle movement of his hand as he gives Affogato a subtly knowing little smile. ]
Sometimes. Maybe once a month or so. Be thankful you've been brought to a fairly pleasant party and not a cursed grocery store. That was last month, by the way.
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I see you are a creature of impeccable taste. Indeed, coffee and ice cream is a rich, decadent treat. For those who can truly understand its flavor.
[ He raises his own glass towards Joshua in a toast, before sipping on it. He has to admit, these squishy beings know their drinks. And flavors. He quite likes it here already.
The ... cursed grocery store makes his eyebrow arch, and he pauses with his glass raised to his lips before lowering it. ]
A cursed grocery store.
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[ The name, plus the clothing... Yeah, it makes sense. A refined person for a refined dish. He's learned a thing or two from watching the Cookies, so his name alone tells him a lot about who Affogato is as a person already.
He knows how to play along with that, though. And so, he moves to take a sip of his own glass. ]
Mm. Products that seemed normal until you looked at the label. Freezer cases whose doors led into secret hallways. It was pretty fun, honestly. I had a blast.
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[ A fascinating idea of an grocers market but indoors. Made peculiar with doors that lead to... hallways.
It speaks of Power. Something that exists that is able to alter the very fabric of reality. It makes his pulse quicken almost. He wonders where the Source is. If it can be touched upon or, if it is sentient, bartered with.
Because he truly does not like the idea he may be at the whims of someone, or something, else. ]
And how did you all manage to exit this fantasy realm?
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Oh, by finding the right door, of course.
[ He shrugs. ]
Every door in the Grove was scrambled that month. Luckily, each one led to a static location, so it was mapped out eventually. A pretty big pain, though, if you ask me.
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I would agree. While I would not mind having the option to enjoy such "whimsy", by connecting every door, your choice is removed from you. You are at someone elses mercy until they decide otherwise.
[ Though his words are smooth and betray nothing, Josh will have no issue feeling the mental disgust at that. One of the things Affogato hates the most. Being at the whims of someone else, without control over his own life. Even this little party was a choice. Affogato decided to step onto the weird butter tiger train. Though he's quick to realize no one is leaving until it's time for everyone to go.
Mmph. ]
Are our choices taken away often?
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I can't say for sure. I've only been here for a couple of months.
[ A couple of eventful months, but! What he's seen is only a small sample, in the larger span of things. ]
There's only been one time when I had no choice but to participate, so you might be in luck there. It seems very easy to just avoid the situation altogether.
[ For him, anyway. He's well aware that teleporting is cheating. Does he care? No. ]
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[ Provided it's truthful or not, of course, but there's no reason to lie over something like this. In any case, it would be useful to know how deceitful the other is if it did turn out to be a lie. ]
Hmm. And is anything known about our erstwhile captor? I would most prefer to be on an even playing field. Even something as simple as a name.
[ Not for any nefarious reasons or anything like that, of course. ]