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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!
UPDATES
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[ Especially when she mentions she can hear them. That makes Zazie land on their feet, the wings tucked into the mask, and the mask sliding up and off and- gone. Wherever it goes. Into their hair. Into them. ]
Oh you can hear us? Very few can. Sorry if we're intruding, we were brought here against our will.
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[She's very patient as she explains, but she's still playing a melody. While Zazie's little bug friends are resonating with her song, she tries to play one back, to read the emotions in the ten thousand heart beats. Especially those from the main body themself.]
It's no intrusion. I'm particularly sensitive to the melodies that a heart plays, that's all. If you have anything to say with yours, my cello and I are a willing, captive audience. You need only listen and let me in.
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Oh, you want to become one of us? Then maybe you should listen!
[ The buzzing changes, and if she does indeed listen, she can hear the high pitched noise underneath it. The hive network. It's quieter, small here, they just arrived after all and there's been no conduit for the ones here before. So there's weakness in certain parts, uncertainty from the native insects that crawl and fly and swim. They resonate but it's an alien resonation yet.
She could join them, if she played the right chord. They try showing her the vibration she needs to play, if she wants in. It'll be less a melody, but not discordant. There's a method to the maddening hum. ]
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It's easy for her to "tune" herself to the network, as it were. There's not really a refusal so much as blatant curiosity. She wishes to know what an insect hivemind feels. What plays in those thousand heartbeats, what they long for, even if it's nothing more than instinct alone. Mere instinct is more than her cousin ever offered her music. So yes, she plays the chords, humming along with the little bugs that have surrounded her.
This is all truly, truly fascinating.]
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She can hear the others, that ones that Zazie's been planting. Small yet, young, but louder. They thrum like they breathe, so many tiny minds working together to make up: Zazie. And in Zazie? There's the basic beginnings of human understanding, as learned from the eyes of something without it. They've seen pain. Humans hurting humans for power. For greed. They've seen friendship and loyalty and love but it's as incomprehensible to them as the previous things.
And so much curiosity, growing larger. Why? Why? Why do humans do what they do? Why do they grow like parasites; consume and devour with no respect? Why do they laugh, why do they love, why do they hurt each other. ]
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She wants to explain. Human emotions are complicated, and she is infinitely sympathetic to every beating heart, even the little ones that simply ask why.
Arturia presses her bow to the strings and plays a different tune. One that tries to tell a story of friendship born through strife, of love blooming from a loss. As tragic as it is, these are the things that bring humans together, as much as tearing them apart. She won't pretend to know why they are the way that they are, but to her, that's what makes life interesting.]
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They listen as she sings to them through her instrument, as she tries to explain the complexities of human emotion. How everything is tied together. They don't understand, and her message is fragmented for them. How can love come from loss? Why do humans experience loss? It's evolutionary disadvantageous to feel grief. If they mourned every time a piece of their network died, they would never get anywhere.
Fear, they understand. Fear keeps them away from something that would kill them. A bug fearing the vulture over head, to stay out of it's talons. Anger, they understand, though less in the 'this made us mad' and more in the 'asserting boundaries'.
Her power doesn't invoke in them the same imagery it might in others; they are intelligent, they are a network, but they don't think the way a human does. But it does make them question further. Which is good! Questioning is how one learns! ]