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sticksandbones2024-11-01 09:27 am
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EVENT 018
LIKE BRANCHES ON A TREE
A WINTER WONDERLAND
For a brief time, the world seems brighter; the sun pokes through the clouds more, and the gloomy atmosphere of the constant overcast days lessens ever so slightly. The sky seems bigger, brighter… but, it is the end of autumn as we know it and with the change of leaves comes bitter frost. The change is practically overnight — one morning grants pretty frosted windows and pleasantly crunchy leaves underfoot, and the next the world is being softly blanketed in snow.
Heimr stands at the window of the General Store, and every time he sees someone not dressed for the weather, he immediately calls them in. No one leaves without a proper pair of winter shoes and a coat, and the more you try to decline, the more he adds. Hats. Scarves. Gloves. Snow pants. Just make it easy on the both of you. Although, if you do feel you need that for the weather, he’ll oblige … And at least everything is nice to look at alongside being high quality.
Those with the bone ring may hear childish giggling as they leave, see the flick of a fox tail out of the corner of their eyes — but Plum is content to stay in the shadows still.
Winter frost and the falling snow seem to spread everywhere — Callan’s lake already has ice forming a thin shell on top while Terho’s cabin is blanketed in white. The river water is crisp and clear as ever, but the cold is bone deep and the Guardian tires from it already. Even the beach seems washed over with the cold.
Winter is here, and the cutting chill already tells you one thing: this won’t be an easy one.
Heimr stands at the window of the General Store, and every time he sees someone not dressed for the weather, he immediately calls them in. No one leaves without a proper pair of winter shoes and a coat, and the more you try to decline, the more he adds. Hats. Scarves. Gloves. Snow pants. Just make it easy on the both of you. Although, if you do feel you need that for the weather, he’ll oblige … And at least everything is nice to look at alongside being high quality.
Those with the bone ring may hear childish giggling as they leave, see the flick of a fox tail out of the corner of their eyes — but Plum is content to stay in the shadows still.
Winter frost and the falling snow seem to spread everywhere — Callan’s lake already has ice forming a thin shell on top while Terho’s cabin is blanketed in white. The river water is crisp and clear as ever, but the cold is bone deep and the Guardian tires from it already. Even the beach seems washed over with the cold.
Winter is here, and the cutting chill already tells you one thing: this won’t be an easy one.
WHISPERS IN THE WOODS
As the weather worsens, the forest and fog seem to open in sprawling paths. Some are inviting, a warm feeling in the air and even plant life poking through the snow still, an early spring! Some are alluring, wind beckoning and urging you forward. Come home, it says. Come home.
Even if you know it’s a bad idea, others might not — will you really let Mamika wander into the woods alone? Not that it’s truly her. The forest isn’t above tricks to get what it wants, and will lure you down these paths with illusions and mirages, the sounds of voices you know and love calling for you, for help, for anything and anyone — and maybe that is a trick, but can you really risk it?
Regardless, once you’re on the path, there’s no going back. It leads to a dead end and the fog closes around you. You’re trapped, alone in the woods, and all eyes are on you.
Even if you know it’s a bad idea, others might not — will you really let Mamika wander into the woods alone? Not that it’s truly her. The forest isn’t above tricks to get what it wants, and will lure you down these paths with illusions and mirages, the sounds of voices you know and love calling for you, for help, for anything and anyone — and maybe that is a trick, but can you really risk it?
Regardless, once you’re on the path, there’s no going back. It leads to a dead end and the fog closes around you. You’re trapped, alone in the woods, and all eyes are on you.
A DIFFERENT “ME”
… But only for a few hours. After that, you’re free to go, unharmed and unscathed. It’s just that… are you really you? Your clothes are different. Your memories too. Maybe now you remember making a different choice at a major crossroad. Maybe you didn’t save them. Maybe you did. Maybe everything went wildly wrong, and maybe it actually went right. But you’re different now, despite remembering your life in the abandoned Grove and all the people here clearly.
As you wander back off the path into town, you know this is right. You’ve been trapped here for however long with the people here, and maybe you no longer love them like this, but you know them, know yourself, and know what’s happened.
You’re just from a different walk of life, now.
As you wander back off the path into town, you know this is right. You’ve been trapped here for however long with the people here, and maybe you no longer love them like this, but you know them, know yourself, and know what’s happened.
You’re just from a different walk of life, now.
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
A WINTER WONDERLAND
Winter has come, and during the light snowstorms, Heimr is lovingly forcing everyone into winter clothing. The more you say no, the more clothing you get. Be warm or else!
WHISPERS IN THE WOODS
Mysterious pathways open up in the woods. Should you go into them as they tempt you with murmurs and whispers, you'll be trapped for a few hours by a fog wall you can't pass through.
A DIFFERENT “ME”
But don't worry, you'll come out fine in the end - just with a few memories, or maybe even your physical body, changed entirely. Everyone will still recognize you as "you", and you'll still recognize the others... but maybe you know something has changed. Or maybe you don't.
OOC
Everyone thank Aspen for this month's player plot! Enjoy playing your AUs (or not) and get ready for winter. OOC Plotting Lives Here if you'd like to plot anything out!
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SUBMISSIONS
I.
Do you eat snow?
[ That's pretty cool! But isn't snow just water? Is it okay for gears to eat water? ]
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Continuum Cog is a black hole - it can eat anything, certainly. Even nosy people!
[Cog, meanwhile, dodges around the tip of the sword in alarm at first, but calms a little once it realizes those pokes aren't an attempt to harm it. It spins its cogs around its dark core, making a somewhat disgruntled grinding noise, then lowers itself into the snow as those gears pick up speed, kicking up a flurry in Fern's direction.]
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Oh, cool...
What's a black hole?
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Oh, what have we here, a cute little anomaly who doesn't even know what a black hole is? Well then... simply put, it is a dead star. One so massive that when it collapsed, it became so dense that its gravity could pull in and devour anything, even light itself, with no escape.
[Continuum Cog makes some annoyed clicks. Timekeeper's eye sparkles.]
Continuum Cog is quite contained, of course. Its temporal control is impressive, hmm?
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[ He didn't understand a lot of that, but he is suitably impressed! ]
Does that mean--
Wait, what did you call me?
[ Should he be offended? He is, just to be safe. ]
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[Timekeeper's smile is only amused as she watches Fern's reaction.]
I can sense shifts in timelines, you know - and yours smacks of having been tied in a knot or two.
[Yep. That's the interesting thing about this guy. Not that he's some kind of plant person - that's not even on Timekeeper's weird radar, honestly. Some Cookies are like that too.]
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Is that what I am?
[ It's a complicated matter, what he is. ]
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[If Continuum Cog could roll its eyes it would. As it stands, it just rolls its core, its whole face swooping around dramatically. Then, it bounces twice, floats over to a snowbank, and pulls in a whopping pile of snow. As it floats back towards Fern, it shudders, its core turns white, and it then drops a pile of gently glowing white gummies at Fern's feet.
Who cares what the boss is on about. Play with it!]
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[ That's right, isn't it? He turned into a sword, and Finn didn't. He thinks he had some feelings about that at some point, but it feels so long ago now, and... distant.
The gummies do manage to catch his attention. ]
Oh, what?
[ He picks up the gummies, expecting them to be, like, ice. ]
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Continuum Cog bobs around above the gummies, making pleased ticks and clicks, its color fading back to black. Then it dives into a snowdrift, spinning its gears until it's burrowed under the snow completely. There might be some visible movement in the snow above as it digs around, trying to settle on somewhere to hide.
Timekeeper, meanwhile, ignores her pet's attempt to play hide and seek, crossing one leg over the other and tapping her chin.]
Hmm, I would quite like to hear about your timeline! Everyone who ends up here has fascinating stories, after all. I am Timekeeper Cookie, by the way.
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Oh, I'm Fern.
[ What the heck is that cog thing up to down there... He watches it for a moment, distracted. ]
My... timeline? Whaddya mean? Like, how it got messed up?