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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

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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.

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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

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A Bitter Arrival

[When Danny had woken up back home, he'd assumed the Grove had been just a weird dream. Wasn't like he had any shortage of those, after all. He'd told his friends about it, they'd laughed, Sam had said "Of course you would dream about meeting some kind of super nerd with a constellation birthmark," and Tucker had teased him about his "imaginary constellation boyfriend" for a week. Business as usual.

Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to find himself back here. Not that he recognizes it at first, with how utterly buried everything is in snow.

There is a scrawny teenage boy in the woods, very suddenly hugging his arms around him because that thin red jacket he's wearing is absolutely not cutting it.]

What the heck? When did it get so cold? ...And why am I actually feeling it? And... okay, I was definitely not in the woods just now.

[He can see lights in the distance though, and squinting at them through the snow, starts trudging towards town.

It doesn't take long for things to get weirder. There's absolutely definitely some kind of cursed artifact around his neck, and he's had enough experience with those to not want to fuck with it, but he can't get it off. And then the creepy voices start, as he gets to the town proper. Which, honestly, he's too cold and tired to want to deal with by this point, so all anyone sees is a violently shivering teenager stumbling into town, snarking back at... the air, apparently.]

Okay, using my own v-voice is at least a little original, but "woooooo, sacrifice?" C-cliche. I b-bet none of you are turning visible bec-cause I'd ki... kick...

[Whoops, there he goes, flumphing forward into the snow. Well, he almost made it to the inn. And he's certainly not kicking any wraith butts in that condition.]

A Cold Reception

[Danny never fully warms up, not really. He's gotten rid of that stupid snowflake pendant in the inn's fire, he's huddled around said fire, people have brought him hot soup, the whole shebang, and he still feels like an ice cube. But at this point he figures something is messing with his core, and obviously the howling ghost wind things outside are the most likely culprits, and fighting something would let him use up as much of his own internal ice energy as possible, right? Plus, like, those ghosts are making everyone miserable and he's a ghost fighting expert, he can't just do nothing.

So he sneaks off to fight them on his own, like a genius.

This is how you get a glowing white haired kid in a hazmat suit flying around trying to shoot the wraiths with energy beams. Even Danny realizes that trying to shoot ice ghosts with ice beams probably won't work very well, so he's attacking them with neon green ectoplasmic blasts - and probably missing enough for collateral damage to be a problem.

If you're lucky, you might poke your head outside to see what the commotion is just in time to see one of the wraiths reach for Danny. His hands glow blue and he sweeps them upwards, instantly forming a dome of ice over himself - which the wraith completely ignores and reaches straight through, grabbing him with a chilling claw.

Danny barely even has time to gasp as a chill shoots through his core unlike any he's felt before - not even when he'd had too much of the cold built up inside him and nearly frozen himself into a second death. It sweeps through him in seconds, the constant chill he'd been feeling magnifying rampantly, and it's a good thing he's already on the ground as his chest starts to go numb and his arms are suddenly so stiff he can barely move them, let alone throw more powers around.]

H-hey, hands to yourself!

[He swipes at the wraith, which flutters away, seemingly satisfied with its work. Danny pushes against his ice dome, but he can't muster the energy to dismiss it - or rather, summoning his ice powers again suddenly feels dangerous. His core is straining, and he suddenly really hopes he can stay in ghost form, because he's not sure his human form can take this much cold at all.]

Oh great, what now? I gotta get out of here before I turn into a popsicle!

[He tries to go intangible. Ow. Nope. He tries banging his increasingly stiff and numb fist against the ice, crystals already forming over his jumpsuit. Also ow. There... there's gotta be someone out there, right...?]

Edited 2025-01-03 23:13 (UTC)

[Looks like Danny’s in a bit of a pickle. Luckily someone was out in the woods and heard all the commotion. He doesn’t get there fast enough to properly chase off the wraith, but once he sees someones just tracked in an eye dome, dipper pulls out his shut gun, flips the switch so it transforms into its rifle mode, and then proceeds to wail on the ice to try and free whoever might be trapped.]

Hang on, man! I’m gonna get you out of there!

[Hey, wait a second... he knows that voice! Danny thought this place seemed familiar, but he hadn't really been here long enough to confirm it.]

Dipper!?

[Oogh, even trying to shout through the ice sends chills spiking down into his lungs. Danny shudders, starting to shiver again, pulling away from the side of the dome Dipper's attacking as much as he can.]

I-it's ghost ice, you're gonna need something more than just force!

—Danny?! Dude, where the heck have you been.

[You know what, that’s not important. Dipper swears at the notion of Ghost Ice and backs up, reaching into his coat.]

Hey, I’ve got an idea but I need you to get as close to the ground as you can, okay?

[He pulls out a pair of blue metallic shot gun shells, clicks his gun back into shotgun mode and loads the Azure Pine.]

Edited 2025-01-04 03:19 (UTC)

[Okay then! He'd gotten the impression that Dipper does Not mess around, and welp. Just another day in his life really. Danny drops to the ground immediately, lying as flat as he can manage considering the ground is where all the snow and ice is and his body is basically trying to curl into a ball on its own to conserve heat.]

Right, g-go ahead!

[Danny’s sole warning to what Dipper is about to do is the sound of a gun being cocked and the earth shattering Blam! erupting over Danny’s head. If he chanced a glance, he’d possibly even see the roar of blue flames as the coldblood crafted shot smashed into the dome. Ghost Ice meet bloodborne fire.]

[It sure is a good thing Dipper hung onto these in case of emergency, haha. Anyway, Dipper fires off the second round for good measure, busting an opening big enough for Danny to hopefully escape through.]

[The ice is extra sturdy thanks to the supernatural weather bolstering Danny's also supernatural ice powers, but yeah, bloodborne fire sure does do the trick. Danny flinches as the top of the dome cracks, then gets fully blasted off by the second shot, flying away in pieces over his head. It's more than big enough for him to get through, but...

...it's so hard to move. Danny tries, but can't really even get a grip on the edge of the hole, can't get his hands properly under him to push himself back up, his limbs are so stiff and won't really do what he wants. He only really manages to get kind of onto his side, and that's it.

So, what else can he do, he smiles dorkily up through the hole at Dipper, the ice still climbing over his chest and up his neck, making his voice thin and wheezy.]

Man, I'm so glad you're a better shot than my parents.

[And yep, that sure is Danny, if looking notably different from the last time Dipper saw him. Probably a lot more ghostly too on the supernatural senses side of things.]

[Don't worry, Dipper wasn't going to just let you fend for yourself. Once it's super clear Danny is hella not getting out on his own, Dipper leans into the hole to.]

[To see him smile up at him like a dork while being possibly on the verge of Actual Death, slowly freezing over and also being insanely more Ghost-like than he remembered.]

[S-Sigh. Dipper shakes his head, reaching his arms in to grab him and literally drag him out of the ice in as clean a movement as he can manage. Luckily Dipper's got both Sleeper strength and enough weapons training on his side that he's a lot stronger than he looks.]

C'mon man, tell me all about it later. I'm getting the feeling you got really lucky that I was in the area just now.

[Hope you like getting flung over his shoulder like a sack of Ghost Potatoes.]

Edited 2025-01-04 04:34 (UTC)

[It's no effort at all, because Danny is also startlingly light like this. He might actually drift in the air a little, like a weird balloon, but only for a moment - as soon as Dipper has him properly over his shoulder, he's slumped entirely against Dipper's back like the aforementioned Ghost Potato Sack.]

Yeah... thanks. Sorry.

[Which is about all the words he can manage right now. But, as Dipper hauls him away... it does remind him of his other friends, who always pull through for him despite the roller coaster of absolute bullshit that their lives have become. They're not here, which sucks, but having someone immediately on his side here too is unexpected and nice. Warm too, Dipper is warm. It doesn't quite abate the persistent cold in his core, but Danny clings to the sensation like a lifeline, and it... might be helping, actually?]

[Dipper probably very nearly flung his weightless ass into the air overestimating just how much strength he needed to haul a fourteen-year-old over his shoulder. It's cool, though, he totally didn't almost fall the fuck over and instead has him very securely on his shoulder.]

It's cool, I'm just glad I was here.

[Danny in one hand, his gun holstered in the other, Dipper starts trekking ...not towards town, but a little further into the woods.]

Have you been back in town long? I feel like I haven't seen you in months, dude.

[Before long, a log cabin starts to come into view. Or would if Danny wasn't facing the opposite direction.]

Errrrgh...

[The most intelligible of answers. But Danny is slowly starting to feel better, for some reason, some of the chill seeping away. He flexes his fingers, and it hurts, but they actually move this time.]

Dunno, half a day? Thought this was some weird dream...

[He manages to pull his head up, staring listlessly at the forest as it passes. Uhhh. Wait.]

...isn't town in the other direction?

[Huh. Did Danny not get lost in the woods all this time? Questions for later...]

Didn't waste any time picking a fight with the Forest I see.

[Which Dipper explicitly remembers warning Danny not to do. However his voice is more of a tease than it is a scold.]

Yeah, my house is a lot closer than the Inn. You're in such awful shape I was worried we might not have enough time to make for town without you freezing over. Don't worry, we have like six fireplaces.

There were ghosts! Making everything cold and demanding sacrifice! What was I supposed to do, not fight them??

[But that outburst makes a wave of cold roll through him, causing Danny to groan and slump back against Dipper.]

Good, I feel like I need at least six.

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom | Current player, new character

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