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sticksandbones2024-08-02 09:35 am
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EVENT 015
BUY MORE CRYSTALS
COME RAIN OR EVEN MORE RAIN
Today, progress has been made in the Grove. The sun shines brightly on the cleaned-up remains of what used to be the “Burned Town”, now lovingly just called “north” for lack of a better term. At night, a small handful of stars finally shine in skies that have been empty for millennia, and birds sing loudly throughout, overjoyed now that they’ve felt the stirring of the long-dead Sky Guardian. All is peaceful. All is right with the world.
…and then there’s the sound of familiar, watery laughter from the Lake Guardian himself, having returned to the Grove for whatever reason he could possibly have, standing by the well and performing a jaunty dance on his scrawny legs. He spins around the well once, twice… and then the skies darken and the clouds swell, and suddenly it’s raining buckets, soaking you and everyone else to the bone immediately.
“It’s a gift for freeing me!!” Callan shouts joyously, unaware of the fact that gifts are usually nice things and not biblical floods. “Enjoy it!!”
Well, it seems like this will be the rest of your month. The rains don’t abate at all, but they do come with one gift that actually seems worthwhile: Any plant that stays out in the rain for long enough will suddenly spring out of the earth at gargantuan size. Enjoy your giant crops — they’re still edible! — and your flowers the size of pillows, everyone.
…and then there’s the sound of familiar, watery laughter from the Lake Guardian himself, having returned to the Grove for whatever reason he could possibly have, standing by the well and performing a jaunty dance on his scrawny legs. He spins around the well once, twice… and then the skies darken and the clouds swell, and suddenly it’s raining buckets, soaking you and everyone else to the bone immediately.
“It’s a gift for freeing me!!” Callan shouts joyously, unaware of the fact that gifts are usually nice things and not biblical floods. “Enjoy it!!”
Well, it seems like this will be the rest of your month. The rains don’t abate at all, but they do come with one gift that actually seems worthwhile: Any plant that stays out in the rain for long enough will suddenly spring out of the earth at gargantuan size. Enjoy your giant crops — they’re still edible! — and your flowers the size of pillows, everyone.
FURNITURE STRIKES BACK
If staying out in the rain isn’t exactly your thing (who could blame you, really?), you might consider heading back inside and spending some nights in. It’s been a while since everyone had a break without being exposed to water for way too long, and what better way to spend a night than curled up in bed in a nest of blankets?
As you drift off to sleep to the serene sounds of the river flooding, there’s a sudden loud bang, like someone slammed a door. You open your eyes and don’t see a thing… so back to bed you go, only to hear it again. This time, as you lurch out of bed and desperately try to figure out who the hell is slamming doors this late, you’ll see your door opening and slamming itself. Opening again, and slamming. Soon after, the windows follow, and as you rub your eyes, your bed suddenly bucks and throws you to the floor.
Cool. Phenomenal. What just happened?
Perhaps you go to the inn couch to try sleeping there, but alas, the old couch has had enough of you and will summarily flip you back onto the floor, losing its cushions in the process. If you turn your anger toward the furniture, it will — strangely — attack you right back, chasing you down on bizarrely-animated legs that furniture simply should not have. The coffee table might bite, or the cabinets might start flinging cups at you.
If you are patient, however, and if you clean the furniture off — wash the pillows, scrub that mustard stain out of the cushions, sew up a hole your dog chewed into the mattress — it will stop throwing a tantrum. Finally, you can use furniture for its intended purpose.
As you drift off to sleep to the serene sounds of the river flooding, there’s a sudden loud bang, like someone slammed a door. You open your eyes and don’t see a thing… so back to bed you go, only to hear it again. This time, as you lurch out of bed and desperately try to figure out who the hell is slamming doors this late, you’ll see your door opening and slamming itself. Opening again, and slamming. Soon after, the windows follow, and as you rub your eyes, your bed suddenly bucks and throws you to the floor.
Cool. Phenomenal. What just happened?
Perhaps you go to the inn couch to try sleeping there, but alas, the old couch has had enough of you and will summarily flip you back onto the floor, losing its cushions in the process. If you turn your anger toward the furniture, it will — strangely — attack you right back, chasing you down on bizarrely-animated legs that furniture simply should not have. The coffee table might bite, or the cabinets might start flinging cups at you.
If you are patient, however, and if you clean the furniture off — wash the pillows, scrub that mustard stain out of the cushions, sew up a hole your dog chewed into the mattress — it will stop throwing a tantrum. Finally, you can use furniture for its intended purpose.
GET (GEM)STONED
A bit of raw chaos in Aldric’s Grove is not uncommon; perhaps furniture unionizing and non-stop downpours are the least of your concerns in quite some time. After all, you’re not trapped anywhere. You aren’t underwater, you aren’t playing in some twisted life-or-death game, no one is making the passage of time here any worse than usual…
Of course, if chaos is preferable to true horror, you can always have more of it. On your bedside table or under your pillow, you’ll find a drawstring bag containing a small handful of polished gemstones. As you hold them in your palm or between your fingers and inspect them under the light, you’ll feel something within you stirring.
Perhaps you’re holding rose quartz, the gemstone that symbolizes unconditional love, and you suddenly feel empty and loveless. Perhaps it’s amethyst, the gemstone attributed to calm emotions, and yet you’re feeling the most anxious you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Whatever the gem may be, its meaning is now inverted, and you get to suffer the effects of it.
Luckily, this curse — a gift from, who else, the Fallen Sun — can be broken quite easily. Simply clutch the gemstone in your palm and perform an act that embodies its true meaning, and everything will be back to normal. You’ll be holding a mundane rock to do whatever you want with, including throw it into the forest in hopes that it hits the Fallen Sun in his big, stupid head.
Of course, if chaos is preferable to true horror, you can always have more of it. On your bedside table or under your pillow, you’ll find a drawstring bag containing a small handful of polished gemstones. As you hold them in your palm or between your fingers and inspect them under the light, you’ll feel something within you stirring.
Perhaps you’re holding rose quartz, the gemstone that symbolizes unconditional love, and you suddenly feel empty and loveless. Perhaps it’s amethyst, the gemstone attributed to calm emotions, and yet you’re feeling the most anxious you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Whatever the gem may be, its meaning is now inverted, and you get to suffer the effects of it.
Luckily, this curse — a gift from, who else, the Fallen Sun — can be broken quite easily. Simply clutch the gemstone in your palm and perform an act that embodies its true meaning, and everything will be back to normal. You’ll be holding a mundane rock to do whatever you want with, including throw it into the forest in hopes that it hits the Fallen Sun in his big, stupid head.
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW
When the rains stop at the month’s end, the clear skies yet again show the stars, and it’s a beautiful sight to behold. It’s no galaxy, even with every light in the Grove off so you can see them all — but it’s special nonetheless, especially to those who have been here under an empty sky for so long. The moon itself feels like it casts joy down upon everyone, and a sense of overwhelming peace settles like a blanket over the entire settlement.
Should you visit Ydalir or Heimr at all, they will both encourage you to spend a night camping out, providing you blankets to lie out in the grass with. While it isn’t much, Ydalir has pulled an old telescope from her mirror for those of you who want to nerd out a bit. Snacks, tea, and hot chocolate will be provided to anyone staying out for the night, too. For better or for worse, you’re all here together, so why not bask in a moment of peace?
Should you visit Ydalir or Heimr at all, they will both encourage you to spend a night camping out, providing you blankets to lie out in the grass with. While it isn’t much, Ydalir has pulled an old telescope from her mirror for those of you who want to nerd out a bit. Snacks, tea, and hot chocolate will be provided to anyone staying out for the night, too. For better or for worse, you’re all here together, so why not bask in a moment of peace?
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
COME RAIN OR EVEN MORE RAIN
Callan is giving gifts as all Guardians do. His gift... is a whole tempest. Luckily, the plants will get massive from this. Enjoy your giant produce and flowers!
FURNITURE STRIKES BACK
What could go wrong if the furniture went on strike? Surely it won't toss you out of bed or buck you onto the floor or try to bite you. ...oh, well, if that's the case, you might want to give it some TLC so that it stops.
GET (GEM)STONED
The Fallen Sun's "gift" to the residents is a lovingly-customized bag of rocks. Each stone represents some kind of meaning, but that meaning will be inverted and make you feel the opposite effect from it. To break the curse, all you need to do is clutch the gemstone and perform an act that it originally embodies.
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW
Finally, the rains clear up, and Heimr and Ydalir are encouraging everyone to stare at the night sky. It's beautiful with those few stars in it, isn't it?
OOC
How is it already August?? We don't know either. OOC Plotting Lives Here if you'd like to plot anything out! If you need rocks randomly assigned to you for the gemstone portion, head there and drop us a comment, we will give you rocks.
UPDATES
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SUBMISSIONS
b) haha you thought you saw the last of me
This is Gnosis right now as he's trying to force himself to study the growth factor affecting the plants and who fucking cares anymore he's going to go lay in the mud and be depressed and
oh, it's Wolfwood.]
And here I am being the sober one for once. You realise we have a bar, right?
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Wolfwood sort of lists a bit to one side where he sits as Gnosis arrives, the bottle still just barely clutched in his hand as his head lolls over onto his shoulder. He's very clearly already drunk, if the way he's holding himself were any indication.]
Y'think I wanna be 'round people right now?
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Name one time you've actually wanted to be around people. You don't "people".
[He knows this about you and he still loves you but God man. Whatever, Gnosis is sitting down nearby. Might as well feel horrid together, right?]
Have you bothered to eat today?
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I ate some cereal this mornin', I guess.
[It was not a "bowl of cereal", it was "Wolfwood shakes cereal directly into his mouth from the box and then drinks milk from the carton", we are not having a good time]
And now I'm havin' booze.
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[Rich coming from Gnosis "skips meals because he's working" Edelweiss.]
I take it whatever emotional plague is going around has affected you, too. I thought it was just me, but it seems like a phenomenon affecting everyone here.
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Yeah, no, it's fuckin' everyone. Cause when ain't it everyone?
[He knocks back another long swig, then just kindof.
Flops on his back on the ground. Just completely flat in the wet grass, he is not vibing.]
Makes me tired.
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[Squints. Wait. He's pretty sure Wolfwood already has a cold.]
...a worse cold. [Yeah.] I have more liquor at the lab, in the back where my living space is. At least help me drink all of it.
[you two are going to die young(er).]
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The promise of more booze is tempting, though. Hmm......]
...it better be strong as hell.
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[YOU!!! NEED TO GO TO THERAPY!!!! AND GET A NEW LIVER!!!!!!
Anyway, to the lab they go. Gnosis takes Wolfwood through the maze of furniture that's moved around and to the door in the back, opens it with a key he keeps around his wrist, and then leads Wolfwood down a short hall to the living room. It's small, across from the bedroom, (Unci is here now to climb into Wolfwood's lap), but there is a liquor cabinet in there.]
Firewater or whiskey?
[GIRL]
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This isn't the first time Wolfwood has been by the lab/clinic area, but it is the first he's been in Gnosis and Enciodes' home. He feels immediately like he might accidentally get water or dirt on something because he's kinda filthy from laying on the ground...oh hi, Unci.
Tentatively sits somewhere...sorry about your upholstery.]
Firewater. Obviously.
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Gnosis comes over with two bottles, which is a bad sign because that means there's one for each of them, and Wolfwood is already drunk. Who the fuck drinks vodka straight?? (These two, obviously.) When he sits, Unci taps his thigh with her big paw, and then curls up into a large ball of Cat in Wolfwood's lap.]
Tell me if she bothers you at all.
[Uncorks bottle.
Chugs.]
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He hands it over and Wolfwood wastes no time popping the top, holding his arm up and out of the way so Unci can get comfortable.]
Nah, sh's fine. S'long as she don't mind cigarette smoke.
[The smell of it, at least. He is always destroyed with it, but right now it's particularly bad...but not as bad as the liquor.
He will follow Gnosis' example, knocking back a swig and relishing the way it makes his throat and chest feel like it's literally on fire.]
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[Enciodes is going to walk in here and discover both of them and just sigh, but for now... what are consequences? There are no consequences to these actions, Gnosis is doing the "two shots of vodka" video, but instead of pouring it into a cup he's just drinking it raw.]
You've probably got a better tolerance than I do. It took me years to not get drunk from light wine. [And Degenbrecher will never let him hear the end of this.]
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[Wolfwood is a master at drinking vodka straight from the bottle, for better or worse.]
But I don't actually get to drink that often for that reason. It's a luxury we can this much, here.