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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
thebladebringstheflame: (026)

[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-01-30 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah Flamebringer is like Zenos if Zenos didn't pop a boner every time he killed someone. Kind of.]

Phones aren't gonna work here anyway. I have mine, but all I can do is look at photos and old texts, and use the camera — I can't actually do anything with it otherwise. We're basically living in the sticks, so get used to it.
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[personal profile] kittygirl 2025-01-30 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Uggghhhhh.

[She flops back onto the floor dramatically. This sucks, thanks for teleporting her to the middle of nowhere, Joshua. What kind of game is this supposed to be?!]

Then what do people do for fun?
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-01-30 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Shrugs.]

I tend to the greenhouses and read, or play with my cats. Lots of people read, most of us hang out at the cafe during operating hours. A lot of us are the outdoorsy types when the weather isn't shit — fishing and whatnot. Lots of sparring. You're not gonna find a lot of couch potatoes with games here.
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[personal profile] kittygirl 2025-01-30 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[At first she scowls, thinking the video game couch potato remark was a Direct Attack, but she hadn't mentioned her hyperfocus being Pokemon GO FanGO, so he was just pulling that remark out of his ass, as far as she could figure. Thus, she won't try to start a fight over it... this time.]

I've lived in the city my whole life, so I've never exactly been outdoorsy.

[Her face scrunches at the word. Ew, nature.]

When you say greenhouses, do you mean like, flowers and stuff?
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-01-30 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Flamebringer's bad attitude strikes again.]

Yeah. The one in the clinic has mostly medicinal plants, but there's another one that someone built in the school that has a bunch of flowers. I raise other ones in my bedroom. Lots of people here garden, actually.

[Flowers bloom on his horns, so y'know, uh. Tracks, right?]
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[personal profile] kittygirl 2025-01-30 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Isn't it kinda boring waiting around for stuff to grow? It takes a while, right?

[She frankly has no idea the timeframe in which a flower grows tbh she's never thought about it very hard--]
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-01-30 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Sitting down by the fire, tail wagging... his hyperfixation.]

Sure, but once they sprout, they don't take long to look interesting. After they grow to their full size, you have to do regular care still. Fertilizing, trimming the dead leaves and branches, turning them so they get even sunlight — that sort of thing. Some of them have to be re-potted, like cacti, which grow horizontally as much as they grow vertically. Some species don't grow tall, though, and instead grow wide.

[There's a very audible slap slap of his tail on the wooden floors.]

With seedlings, planting them in a glass pot lets you see the roots sprout. They're not great in terms of retaining moisture, but they're good for monitoring growth. Some seeds simply won't sprout, so it's better not to waste your time on the dead ones, obviously.
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[personal profile] kittygirl 2025-01-30 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh.... she has Activated(tm) this man. This is quite a stark difference from Man Who Fight For Fun, especially with his tail thumping on the floor like an excited dog, and it's kinda cute?? She will indulge him, because deep inside, she is a nice gorl who like people, just a little. Don't tell anyone though.

Sitting up instead of laying pathetically across the floor, she props her chin in her hands, watching him as he speaks.]


Huh. I never really stopped to think about how much work it takes to keep flowers happy. Maybe I'll try growing something while I'm here, too... what's the most loser-proof flower for dummies you can think of?
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-01-30 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He really enjoys gardening. And fighting. But if he had to pick, honestly, he'd probably prefer to spend his time gardening, since most battles mean very little to him in terms of worth.]

There's a few. Marigolds, daffodils, morning glories — but be careful where you plant them, since they self-propagate and they'll choke up the rest of your plot if you don't watch them — sunflowers, asters, and pansies. People say snapdragons are easy, but that's only because they're hardy and will stand up to winter storms. I find that the joy of snapdragons is when they "snap" — and if they're not properly cared for, they won't be firm enough to make that little snap motion when you gently squeeze the flowers.

[If your snapdragon game is weak and they don't snap, you should be ashamed, basically.]
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[personal profile] kittygirl 2025-02-02 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
What about one you could like, put in a pot in your room by the window?

[Those all sound like outdoors plants.]
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-02-03 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You can pot most of those safely, actually. I wouldn't do it with sunflowers, but it's the middle of goddamn winter anyway, and they're not gonna grow nice in the greenhouse.

[Too much Indoor Environment in there, not enough Open Air and Clear Skies.]

To be honest with you, I'd plant morning glories in a pot anyway, just because they're so prone to spreading like a plague across any open field.
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[personal profile] kittygirl 2025-02-04 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. True. It is winter.

[She forgor that little logistic]

I guess... I could pot a morning glory in the greenhouse?
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-02-04 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, you could do that. I'll help you out, so you won't be alone there. There's a ton of other people who maintain the greenhouses who would know how to handle something like that, too, in case I'm not around.

[Or asleep. He might just be napping with his cats.]
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[personal profile] kittygirl 2025-02-05 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Having people be nice to her for no reason is weird!!!! She wants to prickle up a bit, hackles raised like a cat, but she refrains as best she can. Time with Rindo and the other Twisters had taught her just a little bit of self care, after all. Sometimes people just want to be nice to you!!!]

That'd be nice. Or whatever.

[She almost seems a little bit embarrassed due to the way she tacks that last bit on, tucking her chin a little further into her knees as if to obscure her face a little.]