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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
After the egg change
Delivery...
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[Cacao is not on egg duty, but he's never far. So he sees her soon after she arrives. He looks... oddly content for being in a quickly freezing campsite.]
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( a watermelon shark gently nudges at her and then swims on by. it's fine. she checks out, boss. )
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You said that they'd start on milks, yes? Once they hatch, please let us know, we'll send some immediately. --Ah, sorry. Please, go ahead!
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Well, for one thing they have started turning colors. A different one for each egg.
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( she gives one a gentle pat, smiling softly. )
They're beautiful. I'd love to know what their parents were like.
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[Well he's not WRONG, but he's definitely underestimating]
As would I. If just to ask them questions.
[he fiddles with his bone ring]
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( she seems a bit enthralled by the idea, actually. )
--Oh! Yes, that as well. But, the physiology of some of the lifeforms here are fascinating, even if it's not my usual school of study. I... don't think I can stay here for long, but I really wish I could see the whole process...
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[They might not be the most scientific, but-]
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( how to get a lily practically bouncing in her seat: offer to help with Science when you are not a Science- )
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I will try to keep up on it then.
[As if he's not gonna do daily notes now, being the duty-focused guy that he is]
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Thank you, Cacao.
Now, how's settling here been? I know the snow's starting...
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[Should she be surprised? A.B.A. vaguely recalls Lily writing something about sending supplies, but she didn't think she'd actually walk them over herself. It's a pretty long way just to drop something off...]
...should sit down.
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( she immediately offers a.b.a a slice of candied peach. hello sweetie! she misses you! )
Don't mind if I do. I brought some provisions, and I wanted to check on everyone.
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She even manages to swallow before talking!]
Your generosity continues to know no hounds. [No.] If you require any aid of your own, don't hesitate to ask. As for everyone else, they are......fine.
[Except maybe Affo's hand-]
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lily nestles down carefully, far away from the door, observing the eggs quietly before she smiles back at a.b.a. )
We will, don't worry. How has everything been?
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A.B.A. sits down herself, just a bit away from Lily, only to not-so-stealthily scooch closer inch by inch to see how close she's allowed to get. Because A.B.A. can never do anything normally and that includes the simple act of sitting next to someone.]
It's been a hardship, that's for sure. Nothing I can't handle, of course... The sea may be freezing, but it warms my heart... The children are so lucky to be born somewhere so beautiful.
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I can imagine. ... It's strange seeing the beach so gray and clouded- when I first came to this world, it was upon this very beach. The little ones... I wish they could have hatched during warmer weather, for their safety.
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I envy you... If only I could've started this miserable journey next to the sea... Perhaps it would've eased my mind faster... Who knows...
[She did get to see everyone else return from the beach, though! ...As well as that terrifying bus creature. ......and the equally terrifying Moder. Still a little scarred from that, actually...]
The outside world is often cruel, especially to animals. We must think optimistically on their behalf, as nature would have surely ended them by now. I'm...happy for them. They get to step into the world surrounded by love. They get to see the sea, experience snow...
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...You're right. And I know that Cacao, you and the others will treat them well and love them dearly.
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Hmn... I'll admit, I'm frightened for when that time comes...
[It's okay to confide in Lily, Lily is good. Lily is safe.]
When I love something, my emotions—as logical as I usually am—can overwhelm me. I become possessive...jealous... I recognize it now, but I'm not sure how much I can change... I don't want to hurt the children, but I'm not sure what I would do if I see that they love, for example, that horrid man more than me...
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That you are aware is monumental in and of itself. It is hard, finding the next steps... ... I also... do not know how to love safely, as hard as it may be to believe. I have hurt many people and even places. I did not recognize what it felt like.
... I... often look to how Pure Vanilla loves. No one can love like another does, but... he is a good example to try and learn from, I think. As hard as it may sound.
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No... I don't think you could ever be so cruel...
[It's just like when Paracelsus tried to tell her how he used to be reckless...or would try to manipulate her...it's just not possible. Perfect people simply can't have flaws, she refuses to believe Lily isn't anything but wholesome.]
Pure Vanilla...loves at a level I sometimes can't comprehend. There are many times I think he should have cast me out, and yet he kept wanting me back... I don't understand it, and I don't think I could ever hope to emulate it.
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but, she'll direct the conversation a different way, for now. )
He does. And he does it so freely and so easily. It's incredible, isn't it? That love is always sincere, too.
I think it might help you to think about how you want to engage with others, and how you want to live with them. Take your time on this, okay?
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