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EVENT & TDM 020

WAKES AND AWAKENINGS
Are you one to find yourself plagued with nightmares? Do you dream at all? Well, worry not, because tonight you find yourself in a somewhat alarming peace. You’re asleep. You’re aware of this. Yet, you feel incredibly lucid, all the same.

You hear the sound of water, like you’re under the ocean waves. You don’t see anything, but it’s almost as if you can feel others around you, despite not touching anything at all. They’re your… family? No. Friends? No. You don’t seem to be able to find a word to describe them. They’re important to you! …You think. Who are they, again?

You think they’re trying to speak to you, but all you can hear is the sound of gentle currents and air bubbles. Or maybe this is what they’re saying to you? You don’t know. Dreams are weird, aren’t they? But then they sing. It’s the prettiest sound you’ve heard. It’s the most haunting sound you’ve heard. It encourages you to move, at last. You didn’t realize you could. There’s a light that filters through the surface of the water…

…and you wake up. You feel strangely refreshed, like that’s the best sleep you’ve gotten in ages! You also feel… distantly sad, like you’ve just remembered something horrible that happened a long time ago.

It’s probably nothing.

For the rest of the month, you find sleep comes easy, and dreams are soothing. How uncharacteristically nice! Maybe don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
A BITTER ARRIVAL
You wake up to bitter cold. It's dark, the winds howling and whipping through the air, snow battering anything not sturdy enough to stand tall against it... and even the trees seem like one more push could knock them over. This isn't a forest you know, yet it seems like home. If you're not prepared for the cold, the warm lights of a small town will guide you, call to you, and your heart yearns for warmth. As you stumble through the heavy snow and harsh winds, something heavy hangs from your neck and the winds begin to form words with your own voice- SACRIFICE... END THIS WINTER WITH SACRIFICE.

As more voices join the wretched wails, your eyes feel heavier. You're almost to the town, though. Is it one of the houses that you wind up knocking on? Or do you manage to get to the inn, big and tall and radiating more warmth than anything you've ever felt? Regardless, you are no longer alone, but the cold still aches and clings, and something with your voice still calls it's omens outside. Only when you melt the heavy snowflake-shaped amulet hanging around your neck in the fires does the cold abate and the foreign copy of your voice fall silent.
A COLD RECEPTION
In the forest of the lost, the worst winter you've ever seen has finally set in full. The lake and river are both frozen over completely, and even the most hardy of beasts have hidden away from the cruel blizzard. The sky is dark, the winds are sharp and the freezing temperatures permeate most buildings, creeping in like a thief ready to steal the breath from your lungs if you aren't careful. Even fires seem to bend to this cold, save for the ever-burning, ever-blinding light of the fireplace in the inn- though she's long since gone, it seems one woman's faith still protects those in the Grove. Shadows haunt the clearing and amongst the winds and even the deafest ears can hear the voices howling alongside the storm, always demanding the same thing: a sacrifice.

When shadows flicker across the window, that is when you know you aren't alone. Ghastly wraiths of frost and ragged sleet fly through the air, and it's hard to tell if they are commanding the winter winds or if they are working in tandem. Regardless, the cold seems to be enhanced by their presence and if they catch you alone outside, they curse you with a frost so deep it pierces the heart and spreads. To some, it may be familiar, like turning to ice from within. To others it may be entirely new. But it spreads slowly and with agony while the wraiths make their demand once more and then vanish. Thankfully, a bit of kindness can melt the ice, but the winter wraiths are always willing to inflict the curse again...

... But you are not powerless. So long as you don't go alone, so long as you have a weapon, you can fend these things off, for a time. But they will be back.

They must have their sacrifice, after all.
BEACONS
Not everyone can fight though. Not everyone should. The only peace that can be found is in the sleep that follows that odd dream... but eventually the large shadow woman known as the Trader, Ydalir, makes her way through the snow to find you. With a warm furry blanket and a cup of tea, she gives you a small kit.

"Build these lanterns and hang them in the window. Be a light in the dark, loves." Is what she says.

The lanterns consist of wood, paper and a little cup for a candle. They can be in any shape and color, and when you hang them in the window the candle sparks into light. As frost clings on the other side of the window and the snow shrouds the outside world and veils what lies beyond, you can see other lights. Other lanterns, shining brightly. It may not be much, but it is still a sign. A reminder. You are not alone in this blizzard.
Spark Notes
summary
wakes and awakenings will bring you into a strange dream of being with many being, important ones, and a haunting song. Despite the melancholy feeling, it also brings a month of restful sleep no matter what.

a bitter arrival is how our new arrivals find themselves: lost in the woods in the middle of a terrible blizzard with only the faint lights of the Grove to guide you to safety. While you wear the snowflake amulet, the winter wraiths can use a mimicry of your voice to make their demands and curse you with a lingering freeze- only melting the amulets in a fire will set you free and silence the copy of your voice in the cacophony.

a cold reception shows just how bad the winter's gotten, with impenetrable ice freezing both the lake and the river solid. the wraiths curse whoever they see with turning to ice from within, but a genuine act of kindness or love will save their victims. the wraiths can be fought, but only with a companion or two, and definitely not with your bare hands. ... they will return though, again and again.

beacons grants perhaps a bit of hope in this dark winter- ydalir brings people supplies as best she can since the cold doesn't affect her shadowy body and there is nothing for the wraith to freeze, and she also brings a gift- a lantern to craft and hang in the window to show the others in town that you're all still here, cutting through the darkness.
out of character
Welcome to the first TDM of 2025! Regular AC resumes this month and as you can see, we're changing things up a little. TDMers are welcome and encouraged to reach out on our plotting post linked below. We're so excited to start the new year with everyone, and may the horrors stay in writing... because they are resuming now.
updates
❖ AFFOGATO COOKIE has used a magical artifact as a sacrifice. This has resulted in the blizzard lessening but still being present and the wraiths being banished from the grove, but still haunting the forest. There are further effects but they will come in to play during a player plot. ... Get your sacrifices in still though.
❖ MAYOI'S prayer to Ourania the day of the fight with Suri invoked a blessing: an aurora shines through the sky, and anyone in it's lights will be gradually healed and soothed.
submissions
Questions
January Plotting (Open to TDMers)
Sacrifices (Plot relevant, open to all)
Past Life Plotting (Closed to Game Members)
Investigations
ghostharasser: Art by me! (259)

[personal profile] ghostharasser 2025-01-16 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He's coming back with the kettle and some mugs when he hears him ask. It doesn't take him long to spot him by the photos and ...]

[The expression on Dipper's face softens considerably.]


Yeah. Her name's Mabel.

[He sets everything down on the table.]

Twins kind of run in the family. Both of my uncles are twins, too.
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[personal profile] dysappear 2025-01-16 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Oof. That soft expression definitely makes him regret asking, and he averts his eyes, busying himself with grabbing a mug and sniffing at it tentatively.]

Me too. I mean, the twin sister part. I don't know if it ran in the family or not...?

[He frowns, actually thinking about that for maybe the first time. The concept of "runs in the family" is kinda weird and foreign, but he doesn't know how to explain it, nor does he really want to. How do you say "my parents were part of a non-religious cult that held lotteries to decide whose genetic material would be used to produce communally-raised kids, which isn't really conducive to tracking family history"?]
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[personal profile] ghostharasser 2025-01-16 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Prepared means no worries"!

[A truly paranoid and deranged person told him that once. He also became one of Dipper's psuedo-uncles in a previous world. Dipper misses Xerxes Break.]

The easier you can roll with weird stuff the better off you'll be, honestly. Maybe once we're sure you're not about to experience Turbo-Death I'll show you what my weird blood magic does.

[And with that he will lead the way! He takes them out the side door to the parlor, pretty much everything around them is woods. Dipper does a quick pass to make sure none of the frost ghosts are around before he motions to Danny.]

Straight into the trees should be fine? Just make sure to face away from the house.
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[personal profile] ghostharasser 2025-01-16 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[That uncertainty tells him enough, that maybe this guy doesn't know very much about the rest of his family, which paints a picture.]

It tends to be genetic. [He offers without prying into anything Dys might not want to talk about. Luckily that bout of melancholy seems to pass with the thought of talking about mutual twin sisters.]

[Dipper picks up his own mug, since honestly hot tea had sounded like a good idea.]


But that's cool. [Genuinely.] My name's Dipper, by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself yet. What's yours?
Edited 2025-01-16 10:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dysappear 2025-01-16 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
[It sounds like the sort of thing Tang would dwell on a lot and overthink. Which means it's the kind of thing Dys would kinda prefer to not think about at all.]

Dys.

[He finally takes a sip of the tea and makes a face.]

It's...pretty herbal.

[Warm, though. Warm is good right now. He shrugs and continues sipping at it.]
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[personal profile] forwander 2025-01-16 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
That's correct. I am from Terra, what I believe is widely considered "earthlike" by others. There are some here from a world of sentient cookies, and others from a land entirely composed of arid badlands. It varies rather heavily.
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[personal profile] succiduous 2025-01-16 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah — yes, those are new to me, too. We have a clutch of baby dragons here who offer blessings that partially transform whoever they bestow them upon, and while trying to play with them, I stumbled into one by accident.

[Sip.]

The feathers are not part of it. Those are native to my race, known as "Liberi" — you can think of us like bird people without the flight. [Until now, where he has very clear wings hanging out of his coat. He had to tear holes into the back of said coat for this, thank you baby dragons.] Ah, and my name is Gnosis — sorry, introductions tend to be forgotten with me.
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[personal profile] dysappear 2025-01-16 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't mess with me. I'm being serious here.
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[personal profile] ghostharasser 2025-01-16 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I think chamomile is some kind of flower. I think there's a few other ingredients ...like something called feverflower? I was having some headaches a few weeks ago and the healer types I know recommended it.

[So yeah, it's a little bit medicinal. Sorry man.]

Anyway, Heimr at the general store probably has like, actual normal tea you can get. The weather hasn't exactly let up since the beginning of the month, but once you're ready to leave, I can show you how to get to town.
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-01-16 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah that one tends to make people pretty uncomfortable—]

You don't feel warm? You're right by the fire. [Huh. Hm... uh.] Any idea how long you were out there? I bet you were worse off than I thought when I grabbed you. ...also, do you prefer tea, hot chocolate, or hot apple cider?

[You know, to warm him up!]
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[personal profile] aneikonic 2025-01-16 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Baby dragons that grant blessings. On accident.

[ Well, he's heard of dragonets being tameable but this is certainly a new one. Granting blessings that gift physical changes. And yet, doesn't Bahamut gift him wings when he calls upon him? Might as well accept dragonets doing the same.

And yeah his eyes go to the wings at "without the flight". Sips his tea. Mmhm. ]


Clive. Don't worry about it.

[ Liberi. Aldric's Grove. Dragon blessings. He frowns thoughtfully into the distance, parsing it all. ]

If I may ask, how am I here?
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[personal profile] ghostharasser 2025-01-16 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno man, kind of wild to walk into a restaurant without plans to pay for anything.

[He's just saying!!]

But fine, let me go talk to my boss. Maybe there's another job we can have you do. I know the roof probably needs retiling.

[It doesn't. Dipper is being an asshole. He is going to go walk to the back room to have a snicker while Passenger probably looks at him like ????]
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[personal profile] finalprint 2025-01-16 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Not at all. Asking is certainly a way to find out and gauge the differences between this place and my home, however.

[This place more closely resembles a village in Mondstadt than Liyue, so he is anticipating this at least, but you know know! He could be pleasantly surprised.]
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[personal profile] healinghotpot 2025-01-17 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ The young lady certainly seems to be caught in thought, even if just for a second. Jiaoqiu doesn't let it show on his face, though. He hadn't seen a flicker of recognition, so he will just proceed as if they don't know each other. Truth be told, he doesn't, really - he only knows of her, and of what happened on the Luofu. ]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Tingyun.

[ He folds his hand over his abdomen, bowing just slightly at the hips. ]

I am the the Xianzhou Yaoqing's military healer. If you find you aren't feeling well, please do feel free to drop by. There are several here that heal, but I am the only one familiar with Foxian biology. For obvious reasons, I'm sure.
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arrival

[personal profile] healinghotpot 2025-01-17 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Baizhu is lucky, honestly, that someone is out here to find him. With the weather as frightful as it is, the only reason that Jiaoqiu is out at all is to look for those that may be stranded. He isn't the best person to be looking, of course, and likely shouldn't have gone out alone, but... Well, if he finds someone stranded, then he won't be alone, will he?

The burst of green contrasts enough with the snow that it catches his attention. But this isn't someone that's wandering. This form is prone, and likely freezing. Possibly dead.

He makes his way to the body on the ground, kneeling quickly to inspect it. Still warm, but barely. A splash of blood on the snow... an injury? Or something internal? No time to find out now - this person is going to freeze to death if they don't get indoors quickly.

So, he gently pats the man's face, letting his flames light into his fan and gently fanning warm air around him to stave off the worst of the cold. ]


Hello there. Are you all right? I'm afraid this is no place for a nap.
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[personal profile] finalprint 2025-01-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes a moment for him to rouse. The contact to his face almost does nothing, but the sudden warmth from the fan causes him to stir. There is brief movement, as his arms pull the bundle of fabric closer to his chest, but then, finally-]

...glasses-

[They are...somewhere. Lost them probably when he dropped like a sack of potatoes. He cracks a single golden snake-like eye open to groggily look around. Did someone find him...? Ough this cold is unbearable.]
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[personal profile] healinghotpot 2025-01-17 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Glasses... Jiaoqiu looks around, feeling in the snow with his fingers. It's difficult to see well in such poor conditions, but-- ah! There! His fingers clasp around cold metal, and he lifts them to show them. ]

Here. I've found them. Can you sit up? We need to get you inside.

[ The Xianzhou ships may not have weather like this, but he's heard of frostbite, and it does not sound pretty. ]
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[personal profile] ezellotry 2025-01-17 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
...Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't know... [ Shuffles awkwardly. ] It's, um... interesting, at least. Since Ain and Flamebringer don't really get along that well... but they're still amiable for my sake, I think.

If you ever wanted to stay over, though, I would be alright with that. Obviously, you'd have to check with Ain, since I imagine you'd be staying in his room, but... I can at least promise Flamebringer won't bother you too much.
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[personal profile] finalprint 2025-01-17 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[The sound that Baizhu makes is less than graceful but he does try to gather himself.]

I-I'm afraid I may need some help getting to my feet. My apologies.

[It is infuriating but his body is really at it's limit here.]
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[personal profile] healinghotpot 2025-01-17 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ In his experience as a military healer, he's heard worse. If there's one thing he is inclined to overlook, it's humiliating or otherwise strange noises from patients in pain. ]

Not to worry. Take my hand. I'll help you up.

[ Jiaoqiu gets back to his feet, holding out his hand. His boots dig into the snow, but he should be able to maintain his footing. ]
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[personal profile] finalprint 2025-01-17 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

[He is grateful for this mans indescretion, honestly. With one arm protectively holding that bundle to him still, he slides his glasses back on and reaches out with his other.]

[While he does put some weight on Jiaoqiu to stand, he does not weigh very much to begin with, and hopefully won't pull him down by accident. He's clearly not very stead on his feet and he absently wipes his mouth once he's let go.]


...Your fan. It was blowing warm air, was it not?
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[personal profile] dysappear 2025-01-17 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
Can you draw? It might be easier if people know what to look for visually, and also cover your bases in case the same thing is called something different in other places.
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[personal profile] dysappear 2025-01-17 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
I've heard of them before, just...never been able to try it.

[Such herbs were not among the precious selection of Earth plants the Stratospheric brought along on its one-way trip. That space was generally reserved for crops and a few of the Chief Cultivator's favorite flowers.]

I'll get out of your hair soon. Sorry about this.
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arrival

[personal profile] consymsus 2025-01-17 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[This is so novel! So fascinating! It's never been this cold! He's never felt this sort of chill. And it certainly isn't spark snow. Spark snow doesn't blow and blizzard around like this. All the more interesting!]

[Heedless to the issues, the hazards, of a human body in these temperatures - how could he really know? He'd accessed digital media, rather than medical texts or files. And sure, there was probably medical dramas in there somewhere, but those were duller than cultural ones! Anyway. He's utterly swept away by the novelty of it all.]

[... He's so thrilled, he doesn't even bother trying to hide as he hears footsteps near him. Hiding would be more difficult, now, wouldn't it? This isn't Vertumna. Sorry, Dys, Symbiosis is spinning in a circle in the trees, stopping only as he catches sight of someone else.]


Dys! How delightful!
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[personal profile] finalprint 2025-01-17 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't necessarily call myself an artist, but I suppose I could render the herbs enough just for them to be identifiable, yes. That's quite a good idea.

[There's a moment or two before Baizhu writes under his initial entry See next page for illustrations. On the next page he will begin drawing a few simplistic, but mostly accurate drawings of what he's looking for. Two kinds of flower, it seems. He labels them as the "Qingxin" and "Violetgrass"]

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