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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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1. heddo!
Ah, pardon me... What kinda critter is that?
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[She does not seem the least bit perturbed by being approached by such a large man, simply smiling up at him and speaking as if discussing the weather.]
Oh, it's my pet spacetime singularity. It used to be a normal cogwheel once, I suppose. Why do you ask?
[Continuum Cog itself, meanwhile, floats over to inspect the person asking about it, hovering around Livio as if to inspect him from every angle. Its blank expression is as unreadable as its owner's smile, however.]
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Oh. Just never seen -- uh, one'a those things -- before. [and because continuum cog is kind of making him feel like a germ under a microscope, he laughs nervously.] Nice, uh, lil fella...
[since it doesn't seem to be actually doing anything, though, he turns his attention back to timekeeper cookie.]
You're new 'round here? Name's Livio. I'd say welcome to the Grove, but, uh... I'm sorry. It ain't a great place to be.
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[Continuum Cog makes a satisfied series of clunks and whirrs before returning to Timekeeper, who either doesn't seem to register Livio's discomfort or simply doesn't care.]
Indeed, I have only just arrived. So it's called the Grove, hmm? To think, a timeline I knew nothing about! If it is not a great place, it hardly matters. Most places are not. I am Timekeeper Cookie - or I was. Am I just Timekeeper now? Oho, a question I never thought I might have to ask!
[Timekeeper's smile starts becoming more of a manic grin, and she steps down off of the scissors, twirling them expertly before setting their point on the ground. It's evident now - especially if you don't count the top hat adding an extra foot or so - that she's actually rather short, leaving her leaning almost comically back to grin up at the man before her. The glimmer in her one visible eye doesn't look... well, let's just say it straight up, it doesn't look particularly sane.]
What's more, time is all askew here, and my chronokinesis is not working as it should. I do not suppose you know much about that, do you?
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Oh! You're a Cookie? There's a few other Cookie folks, too!
[just as she isn't intimidated by him, livio doesn't consider the wild look in her eye that abnormal. welcome to the grove, timekeeper, we're all mad here.
also, like... she's a cookie. how dangerous can she be?]
Dunno what that is either, but... the creature controllin' this area messes with time. It doesn't really pass normally. Hard to tell whether hours or days or weeks've gone by, sometimes.
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[Timekeeper is very curious to know those names, when she cannot so easily peer through the timeline herself to find out. She knows of no missing cookies throughout the timelines she normally watches, and especially that the Time Balance Department has noted nothing so amiss. If any of her dear employees are here, that is a whole problem of its own! What could snatch them away without so much as a ripple in time?
But when Livio mentions a creature, her expression intensifies, a chilling aura starting to build behind that smile. How dangerous can a cookie be, indeed? (Well, without her powers working correctly, not that dangerous... for now.)]
Ah, I see. A creature, is it?
[A monster, an anomaly, something that most definitely should not be messing with time like this. Investigating such a thing could be fun - but no, something about it makes her hackles raise. Something about the way time is twisted around here is unsettling and crude, an offense to her senses and sensibility as a time traveler.]
Well, it has no sense of how to have fun. I would like to meet it.
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[he can appreciate that she seems gung-ho about challenging the false god, but...]
Well, that's the thing -- we are its fun. It's way more powerful than any of us, right now. And -- for the record, it knows when you're speakin' ill of it, and it remembers.
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[Moreover, important cookies from that timeline, or some splinter of it. Cookies whose absence would surely have been noted...
Timekeeper seems to consider a moment, humming mildly while adjusting the brim of her hat.]
We are, are we? Am I to take that to mean this thing is what brought us here, as well?
[Just letting the "it can hear you" thing fall to the side for the moment, there. She honestly does not much care. Although, were she at full power, she would care even less...]
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Yeah... It's... really complicated. Probably a lot to handle right away. [he tilts his head a little, looking her over for any sign of -- suppressed anxiety, perhaps? stress in general? or is she genuinely just taking all of this with nothing but intellectual curiosity?]
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[Mostly, yes, but her voice dips just slightly too much on those words, and there's the crack. Timekeeper is certainly curious, certainly a little excited to be presented with a challenge so new and unique, but also wondering if she's perhaps come to rely on her chronokinesis too much. Losing most of its function so suddenly is frustrating at best, and she's not terribly happy with being pulled from her preoccupations by some upstart godling, either. Perhaps this beast should look more closely at its bites before it tries to chew, is what she wants to say about it, but she'll bite her own tongue for now. She didn't work her way from mortal cookiehood to the status of a veritable demigod for nothing, and she believes the day for it will come even if she has to make it so herself.
So instead, she smiles as always, an emotional mask at its finest, picks up her scissors, and takes a few steps away.]
Ah, well. That is hardly my only skill, so perhaps it's high time I exercised others again! Oh, and one thing...
[She glances back towards Livio, smile widening.]
Please do not tell the other cookies of me. They wouldn't know who I am anyway! And I would much prefer to observe them myself first.
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Alright, but... stay outta the fog. Don't go too far from town before y'got your bearings. And if y'ever need anything, I'd be glad to help.
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Hmm. Is there anyplace in town you suggest I do go then? Accommodations or such? I won't be able to simply stay in a time rift here, how inconvenient.
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[Guess who's about to become a local cryptid because she's literally never anywhere predictable? With that, Timekeeper sweeps the Sonic Embroider underneath her again, perching on the floating scissors with one smooth motion.]
Perhaps we will meet again, in a place so small.
[Aaaaand she's off, thankfully actually further into town instead of out into the forest and fog where she was told not to go. How long she'll be able to suppress her curiosity is anyone's guess, but for now, she'll behave. A little. In that way only, perhaps.]