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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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i wth a mild wild
So it might not be Passengers favorite customer stepping in, gently tapping his hooves outside to free them of snow before moving the rest of the way in, but he is carrying a considerably heavy pouch of medallions and plans on dumping them on the man. He offers a smile as he approaches. ]
Good afternoon, Passenger, I am pleased to see you back and well!
[ Genuinely.
They both blew up into crystal dust, buddy. ]
i prefer my wilds spicy actually
Cordial, Passenger inclines his head toward Pure Vanilla, and then sets aside a mug he's currently cleaning out with a cloth.]
Yes, it is good to be among the living again. I had to clear a fake out of my cafe — but we're back to full operations now, rather luckily. It seems my fake isn't very good in a fight.
im too white for spicy the most i can handle is mayo
Though he kinda wishes Passenger's Other had gone peacefully and not be apparently taken out like the Cafes trash. ]
Mm, he was decent enough as Others went, but he was not you.
[ Pure Vanilla Will Not Speak Ill of the Deceased. But good biscuits, the man could not cook. And watching him and other!Sesa was truly bizzarity in motion. At least he passed before he got subjected to that longer.
He shakes his ears a little to flap the thoughts away and his expression softens. ]
Though I am sorry to hear you passed, and I hope it never happens again.
ok, here's your mayo wild sir
[Sesa has gone off the deep end.]
Provided no one who is Corrupted goes off the deep end again, I shouldn't find myself in much trouble. That is my hope, at least, less for my sake and more for his.
bless you
I am sorry, my friend. If there is anything I can do to aid you both, I will do it.
[ Though he knows there's technically not much he can do in this regard, but be there for them and lend an ear should they need it. ]
no subject
There is one thing. You already know that I lack faith in you, yet I will trust you with this: If you must cure Oripathy, if that is your goal, do not do it for me. Do it for him. I care little about how I end up, but as he carried my corpse away from the Grove so no one else became an Infected, he contracted the disease himself — and I would not see him suffer my fate.
no subject
However, the request hurts more because.. ah, Sesa. ]
Oh. My friend. I will find a cure. I am not alone in my research, and we have made great strides. He will not suffer.
[ You will not suffer either is the undertone there. ]
no subject
I am depending on you, for his sake. He will likely refuse treatment until others are treated, yourself included — do not be shocked when he attempts to wait until he's the last one who requires treatment.
[Passenger knows for a fact that Sesa would truly rather die than go first here. He's far too kind for his own good. He wishes the man would be the least bit greedy from time to time.]
Let us hope neither you nor he progress further in the disease until then, hm?
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Sucker.
And he sighs softly cause of course Sesa will. So will Flamebringer. So will himself. He pinches the bridge of his nose with one hand, rubbing it gently. ]
Thankfully White Lily Cookie will make sure none of us are allowed to out-stubborn the other.
[ She will beat the cure into them. And he will curl his left hand to the comment, smiling a little to hide that haha nervousness. He will not let Passenger see under the gauze and glove on his hand. Every time he fails after poking and prodding the disease in him.... ]
Do not worry, my friend, if he requires it I do have medication I am able to share that Mizuki thoughtfully provided.
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Mizuki is quite thoughtful. I'm glad to have him here with us. [Hums.] I assume he got it from Ydalir. It's hardly a large ask for me to procure more, both for your research and for Sesa's sake.
[And everyone has Infection monitors, and Gnosis has Kal'tsit's computer and is probably keenly aware that Infection prognosis for people here isn't great...]
One last note: Originium and Arts — what you call magic — go hand in hand. Make sure to use a proper focus for your Arts if you don't already, or you'll worsen your Oripathy and kill yourself far earlier than anticipated.
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Ydalir is refilling it for me as I need, but do think about getting some for Sesa. If he will take it. I have heard Flamebringer is incredibly stubborn about his.
[ He wonders if you can mash it up into food, like treating a sick kitten. And he pauses, thoughtfully, as he considers that. Gnosis DID explain that it fuels it - his arts use the stone from his staff - he ponders his palm. He's ... mostly talking to himself as he ponders. ]
I wonder... Would it fuel magic not based off of it, or would it be like attempting to use a wrong size battery. Ah, Lily might be angry if I tested- Ah- yes, I will keep that in mind, thank you, my friend. I will be sure to take precautions.
[ And finally, he sets a list and a bag of medallions on the counter. It's a rather large order, after all, because there is a lot of mouths at home and they all want to try the new savory things - and more of the sweets. And Cacao is going to want Coffee and- ]
I promise you, we will cure it. For him. [ For you. Flamebringer. For anyone else who gets it, has it. ]