sticksandbones | EVENT & TDM 022

EVENT & TDM 022

WAKE UP

Being out in the woods is, for some people, an ordinary day. You may or may not be one of those people — you almost certainly don’t remember going camping, do you? — and yet you emerge from a tent and think to yourself, hm, that’s quite odd! Where is the nearest civilization anyhow? If you’re brave enough, perhaps you set out to seek it, walking toward where you think you hear noise in the far distance. It sounds a bit like cheering. A party? A bonfire? You can’t be certain, not at first.

As you step onto the worn trail, something nearly clocks you right in the head. A nimble dodge to the left and a quick glance at the ground tells you that it’s some kind of tree branch made of… flesh? It’s certainly flesh-textured, though the colour is a deep blue that glows white. It seems to be rapidly rotting into the ground, and as you look up… a giant, several hundred foot tree of a similar eldritch makeup is falling apart before your eyes. Your walk back to civilization will be full of dodging probably-dead flesh tree bits.

Should you make it in one piece, the source of the noise becomes obvious: the people making up this small town are cheering and yelling about something else of eldritch makeup. It seems that some of the creatures who have lived in this civilization’s river for the last year, the Seaborn, have decided to evolve to be capable of flight. Some residents of this town seem extremely enthusiastic with this. Some are wary. Some simply don’t care.

You? Well, that’s for you to decide.

Welcome to the eldritch horror fae woods, dear friend. Enjoy your stay.

A SNAKE IN THE GRASS

While the black fog returns, some paths are left clear, or at least not as impacted as other areas of the woods. Mist fades in and out, and even if you aren’t one for nature, surely exploration can sing its siren song when the size of the town is too small and all the faces look the same. Paths line themselves with daffodils and chamomile flowers, with arctic poppies and clearings of wildflowers- foxglove and lavender especially prominent. They’re lovely, all of them, and bloom far more rapidly than anything else should be this early into spring, this late into winter, but they do.

But something creeps beneath the flowers, and something large digs through the earth, leaving upturned grooves in the dirt and grass, trails of flattened mud and roots with only bushes of camelia on the outskirts left behind. It’s quiet in the forest, not even birds singing. It makes the hiss of tongues all the more noticeable.

If you’re lucky, you might see a purple and grey stone shift in the distance, gone just as quickly as it was there. If you aren’t, you don’t see its much smaller, flower-patterned counterpart strike from the shadows. Snakes are working their way into the Grove, hiding in bushes and under steps, anywhere they can lurk and strike the unsuspecting, and their bite is venomous.

One bite brings excruciating pain, bone-deep cold, an increased frailty of the body and hallucinations. A second bite brings a deep, nightmare-filled sleep. A third bite brings death. All of them scar with a black sun over the bites, a mark of divine wrath — the Fallen Sun sends his regards, and his hate.

Those who perish to the snake bite will awaken in their bed in a few days, feeling nauseous and weakened, but…

'NEATH SERPENT'S GAZE

… This simply isn’t tenable. Between the paranoia and the snake’s stealth, it’s hard to feel safe outside of your home, and maybe inside, despite the fact that once again your homes offer refuge from the forest’s attacks—they hadn’t once upon a red, hot summer, after all. How did they face this last time? It was a flower, wasn’t it? And the new flowers in the forest seem special, if only because of their strong growth compared to the rest of the forest.

But if you go into the woods, two large stone snakes wait, ready to protect the natural gardens. Breaking them does little but slow them down for a time, and their bite is both larger and their venom stronger—the true version, the one that crippled a household in seconds. The severity of the symptoms are worse, murderously so, but survivable if it’s not the third bite.

They block the way, ambush would-be travelers, coil around the flower patches, and will not be stopped. Does this confirm that the flowers could help? Or are they simply protective of their master’s property? Is it play?

Regardless, they wait and watch.

CITIES & BONES

When all the violence of the month ends, and thank goodness for that, you decide to head to bed. For once, you might sleep well — there are no threats of snakes making you wonder if you or your friends might die tomorrow, and the Grove as a whole feels much safer. It’s as if someone or something is guarding over it — different from the Guardian Deities and the Goddesses as a whole.

For the next several days after the snakes disappear, your dreams are strange, as if you’re receiving a vision from another world. A modern city, so different from Aldric’s Grove that you’re not entirely convinced it lies in this dimension, blinks in neon lights behind your eyelids. Between the cacophonous sounds of motorized vehicles rushing by, the din of people talking in a language you don’t understand, and the distant electrical humming from the street lights, perceptive dreamers might hear something else:

The soft clacking of dry bones.

Spark Notes

summary

Wake up: You were apparently camping. You don't recall this. As you head out toward the sound of civilization, bits of giant blue flesh-tree nearly hit you in the head. You'll have to dodge the remaining flesh tree bits as it crumbles while you walk back to town.

A Snake In The Grass: Flowers spring up far too early in the season, and the fog wall returns. Purple and grey-coloured stone snakes begin to attack from the bushes and flowers where they're hidden. One bite brings cold and frailty, a second bite brings nightmares, and a third bite brings death. All bites scar with a mark of the Black Sun.

'Neath Serpent's Gaze: You've heard of a flower that can cure the poison, but to get there, you have to face two far larger stone snakes who are guarding over nature here. Whether they want to play or simply kill isn't clear. You're in danger of death either way.

Cities & Bones: While you sleep after the snakes disappear, you'll have strange dreams that feel like visions and feel watched by something safe and kindly. While your dreams are absorbed in that of a cityscape that feels almost too real, you can sometimes hear the clattering of bones.

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Welcome to March's TDM and Event! Spring is springing and we've got a lot of really cool events coming up in the next few months. The magic system should debut this month as well, which we're very excited about. It is a slow process but the rewards should be well worth it.

updates

Any potential updates, such as characters damaging something important or whatever else, will be put here.

submissions

❖ Questions
❖ March Plotting
❖ Past Life Plotting (Closed to Game Members)
❖ Investigations

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[He scowls a little harder every time Ain mentions a new god. Why are there so many gods? Who needs this many?? Most of that information is getting filed away to deal with later, though, because sorting out the local pantheon ranks pretty damn low on his list of priorities, even if Ain's weird comment about the rift brings him pause.

All of that goes out the window once Ain shows off his hand. He'd overlooked it at first, thinking it was part of whatever the dragon getup is about—but no, that mark is something else entirely. Like burns in wood from a lightning strike. Black, twisting and ugly.

He's still scowling, frozen in place as Ain shows off his scars, but there's a new layer of anger under the surface. The more he hears, the more clouded his expression gets. It's only when Ain moves to hide it again that Add seems to snap—grabbing his wrist in one hand while the other goes straight for his shirt, pushing it back up again. There's a light snap of static at his touch, leaning in close to get a full and proper look. Fuck your personal space—]

What the hell do you mean, it takes something? When did this happen? How long ago? [Dynamo starts to crowd, too, not that there's anything they can do here. They jitter in the air, echoes of anxious energy honed into rage.]

Tch, who the hell was leading this attack? What kind of idiot lets the healer take a hit, are they fucking stupid? And you! Are you even good to be healing right now?! I'm not carrying your ass anywhere if you pass out on me!

[nag nag nag, he's practically forgotten that he's got a whole hand up Ain's shirt right now]

Ow—!

[Ain, who has definitely been stabbed before, squeaks when he's electrocuted like a Real Man. A Real Adventurer.

For what it's worth, Ain will stand close and let Add investigate all he wants, mostly because he knows better than to try yanking himself away right now. At best, he'd fall back on his ass and look like a fool, and that's not even accounting for Add's grip strength when he's pissed off.]

It takes something — a body part like a limb, or a memory, or something like an ability. Lots of people here are missing eyes or limbs from dying and coming back. It happened in January, so two months ago. [Flat, basic answers, said between pursed lips.] It was mutually agreed upon by all of us, but I guess the leaders are Mr. Crane and Mr. Snow Leopard, who live in the lab, but they also died, so don't get too mad at them. It's not their fault.

And they didn't "let" me take the hit! Getting cut in half was not on anyone's agenda, and maybe if I hadn't been hovering overhead, I would've been out of the line of fire! [And finally, through grit teeth:] I can heal just fine, and I'm not on the verge of passing out! Where did you get that impression?!

Like hell I'm not gonna get mad at them, they're shit tacticians! [add you haven't even met them yet] Why were you even in that position, why wasn't anyone covering you?! You shouldn't have been in the line of fire to begin with!

[He scoffs, letting go of Ain to stand up... and immediately remembering why he was sitting, swaying on his feet as a new wave of pain shoots through him. He only manages to stay upright with Dynamo pressed to his sides, gritting his teeth until they hurt.

But he's pissed, so no amount of pain can stop him from making poor decisions. He directs his glare back at Ain, trying to look stern and not woozy.]

The data doesn't lie, idiot. I'll deal with it myself, so back off.

[He shoves Ain aside, takes two steps and then promptly falls face first on the floor.]

[He opens his mouth to argue back, naturally, but before he can, Add's already attempting to storm out... and then he's on the ground.

Lovely!]

Making an ass of yourself before you even get there, I see.

[Although, he does appreciate Add's unique brand of overprotectiveness... and at least he can put his shirt down now and pretend that there were never hands there in the first place! (Ain voice: this will haunt me for the next 3-5 business days.)

He leans down and pokes Add in the back of the head. Helping.]

You're the one who's on the floor right now, so why don't you let me take you somewhere better for resting, hm~?

[He holds back a whine, fingers digging into the floor as he... attempts? to get back up. The floor looks like it's moving. Dynamo wavers in the air, poison-free but still feeling the feedback of Add's current state. He's not getting on his feet again anytime soon.

He stays like that for a minute. It takes about that long for him to figure out what Ain just said to him, anyway.]

I'm fine. I'll get there myself. [and he tries to draw in Dynamo, like maybe they can still lift him back up and he can retain his dignity... but it's getting harder to focus, and even his ever-loyal drones might be on Ain's side here. He can only get as far as wedging them under his body so he's not collapsing completely onto the floor.] Just... just give me a minute.

...you're not fine.

[Sigh... Ain stands up properly, stretches his arms overhead, and hoists Add up into a bridal carry. Hi, hello! Thank you dragon blessings for his strength boon, now he can pick up this metal-filled jock and carry him outta here. Dachie is in-tow barking the entire time.]

I'm taking you to where I currently live. Just don't ooze out of my arms, okay?

[And assuming that Add tolerates this, or at least is too dead to the world to protest, Ain will cart him aaaaaaall the way to the other side of the Grove, past the inn, to the bakery proper. It's a bit of a chore opening the front door, then getting past the bunnies and opening the "residents only" door in the back that leads to the upstairs, but once that's all done...

He will be walked upstairs, past a row of rooms that comprise the living space, and to a small living room with a single couch.

Get plopped on the couch, idiot.]

[He's fighting through a considerable amount of delay, still trying to process What Is Happening by the time Ain is already out the door... oh. oh fuck no, he is being carried through the streets, in public, where everyone will see him

He manages to grab Ain by his stupid little cravat, but it's a bit too late to stop him. So he's just gonna yank it and scowl and hiss through his teeth and assure himself that it's the poison that's making his face red right now, and definitely not anything else. Yeah.]

Drop me and I'll break your knees. [please appreciate how hard he is trying to sound intimidating while being carried by Ain's twink ass

Anyway... he still yelps when he's dropped onto the couch. The world is spinning, he's falling, this whole trip has been a blur... it takes another minute to be certain that he has stopped moving, and to figure out where Ain went. It's disorienting, frustrating, he hates feeling so weak...]

... sure this shithole isn't an Abyss? [At least he's given up on trying to move. It's already taking too much effort to stay focused. He blocks out the light with a hand, dynamos settling into the gaps around his body as he resigns himself to his fate.] Ugh, don't tell me... if this takes another week to pass, just kill me now...

[Add has less to worry about than Ain does with regard to reputation. It's fine, he's not thinking of it. Add gets plopped down, and Ain is debating what to do now, since his healing magic is useless against God-venom. He supposes, like with any poison, this will have to pass.

Sigh.

Maybe he'll steal away into Flamebringer's room. Steal his cats. That'll make Add chill, right? This is the ongoing debate, but honestly Add is too sick to hang out with cats probably, so he instead nudges his friend's legs aside and sits at the far end of the couch.]

Pretty sure. Haha, but I've gotten the flu twice while being here, so maybe it is~.

[Helpful as ever.]

Unfortunately, I can't fix that venom, so you're gonna have to ride it out. In exchange for a few "thank yous", I'm willing to wait on you hand and foot until you're better! This is a one-time offer, and you're never getting another one.

[It really speaks to how out of it he is that he barely reacts to being nudged over. If he he ends up with his feet in Ain's lap, he's unaware of it. ~~Should've sat on the other side tbh~~

He does still have the awareness to make a face at Ain's offer, though.]

Eugh.

Dynamo... re-calibrate and reduce synchronization to twenty percent.

[The drones emit a string of beeps, then arrange themselves more neatly off to the side... it's gonna take a few minutes to adjust to the mind-rending poison affecting their server, but why would he need Ain to do anything for him when that's Dynamo's job, huh???

Aside from any tasks that might need thumbs, which is a lot of them... but is it worth his pride? Absolutely not. He will die on this hill.]

[Shh, shh... can't go full gay shit on the first reunion! (Or can they, hmm...)

Ain does not mind being used as a footrest for once in his life, especially because this gives him the opportunity to re-check the wound just to make sure. Mmm... doesn't look that bad, but he'll attempt another cursory poison-removal heal (that will not work) just in case.]

Wow! Good luck getting up on your own to find food and water, then~.

[Dachie, who is sitting Very Good off to the side, looks at Add with his big ol eyes and then trundles off into the next room. When he comes back, he's dragging a blanket behind him, which he helpfully throws over Add's stomach in a heap like!! helping!!]

...oh, if you hear any noises while you're here, I do have housemates. Try to be on your best behaviour, okay?

Tch. I'll manage...

[Confident, despite the circumstances. It makes him think of... before joining the El Search Party, when it was just him and his dynamos. Travelling hundreds of years into the future left his body unprepared for modern illnesses. He had no one else to rely on, no one who would even notice or care if he died out in the wilderness... when he did get sick, it felt like it could be the end. A lonely, terrifying blur.

A couple times, he woke up in strangers' homes. People who took pity on him. Thought he was just a stupid kid who went camping with a fever, or passed out on the way from another town... people who acted kind and selfless, but whose motives he couldn't determine. Made him feel vulnerable. Scared. At the first opportunity, he'd have to run. He couldn't risk it, finding out what they wanted from him, if they were planning to let him go at all.

He shivers, a small weight thrown onto his waist by... by someone? Something about... noises, housemates. The words wobble in his mind, like everything is made of jelly. Right, there... there's housemates, so he should plan around that. Getting caught would escalate things. He can't get caught. Has to play his cards carefully, or...]

... 'll be quiet. How... how many are there?

There's not really a need to be quiet. That's not what I meant.

[Hm... mood drop clocked, but he assumes that's due to the poison more than anything. As he sits there sort of idly drawing circles into Add's leg and staring out the window ahead, not paying much mind to anything other than the relative, snake-free peace... he has an internal debate with himself.

Does he tell Add. About his entire love life.

...

It's going to be really hard to explain why Ezell is kissing him on the mouth if Add sees it, and he doesn't say anything in forewarning. But also. But ALSO.

...

Hoo. Okay.]

Two people. One is Mr. Demon, [please Add be better than Ain, do not call Flamebringer demon it's a slur,] who lives in the room on the righthand side of the hallway we just came down. The room on the top lefthand side is mine, and the one on the bottom left is Ezell's. [Oh, that's a name.] ...Ezell is my boyfriend, and Mr. Demon is his fiancé.

[what]

You can stay here, though! It's better than sleeping alone at the inn, right? And I'm not in Ezell's bed every night anyway~. [this is leaving out 3/4ths of the boyfriends, too.]

[It's getting harder and harder to focus but he has to try, but. there are so many words. just remember the important ones. righthand side hallway, top lefthand side, bottom left side... which door did they come in through? he tries to sit up, but the slightest movement feels like needles and the light makes his skull buzz. too bright. just lay back down, figure it out later...

he's saying... to stay. better than sleeping alone. he's in his boyfriend's bed...? what does that have to...

is. is he offering??]

T-that's fine, I'm not— not interested. Not interested, 've got places to be... don't need any services, keep your hands to yourself...

[... it's a little hard to tell, what with the intense fever of divine wrath and all, but his face is extremely red and he's getting unusually antsy. the only thing keeping him from jumping up and trying to run is the fact that he can barely move.]

[...

Okay. You know. Ain should be nice here, Add is clearly suffering from poison and fatigue and probably shell-shocked about the location change and the lack of party members. He should not tease Add! It would be mean! Anyway Ain is not thinking any of this.

He continues to draw little circles into his good pal/worstie's leg, leaning back against the couch and smirking.]

Mr. Ancient, if I wanted to give you head, don't you think I would've been a little more forward by now?

[He is NOT beating the town whore allegations.]

Haha, your face is red~. Don't worry, I won't put my hands on you unless you ask nicely and say "please", okay?

[He's halfway into a panic, convinced he's been picked up by some strange prostitute(???) that may or may not be hitting on him while he's bedridden and feverish, but Mr. Ancient snaps some thoughts back into their proper places. No, that's... that's Ain, only Ain calls him that. He was talking to Ain, and... Ain is hitting on him...??

... snake bite. Something about a snake bite, and... and he passed out? Yeah, that part makes sense. He was bitten by something, and he's been hearing crazy shit all day. A dream makes a hell of a lot more sense than this.

And now he's thinking about Ain, and... he is not immediately opposed to this direction.

...

Not that he's interested. He's definitely not interested, because there's no way Ain feels that way about him. Yeah.]

... wouldn't say that. Jackass. Don't... don't fuck with me. [if this is one of the dream demons messing with him he's gonna be pissed]

[buddy Ain has two (2) plushies of you ~~and also the rest of the party but let's focus on the important bits here~~ what do You think.]

Aww, but we always mess with each other~.

[That's their MO! Well, more recently they've been relatively normal — more often than not it's usually Elsword and Add fighting — but still. They would not be Them without the occasional playful banter.

That blanket is still a heap on him, though. Dachie is not a very good nurse. Worry not, Ain will take the opportunity to actually unfurl it and properly lay it over Add, leaning over into his space to pull it up to his shoulders for him. There. This is what you do for sick humans right??]

I'm not messing with you, though. You're poisoned, and I promise I'm not gonna do anything, so try to calm down. Even someone like you is capable of that, right?

[is he tho... Is he.]

More seriously, I don't want anything worse to happen to you while you're stuck here. Let me take care of you, okay?

[He's grimacing, yeah, they mess with each other but not that kind of messing. It's only the platonic and heterosexual kind of playful teasing that goes on between them, obviously...

but he doesn't get to mumble any weird responses to that, because now he's getting tucked in and oough the tiniest movements still hurt he can't do anything to fight this... Ain is leaning in too close and speaking so softly. Still up in the air what parts of this are real and what parts are a dream, but... Ain does take care of everyone, and everyone includes Add.

He trusts Ain, not that he'd ever admit it out loud. Way too embarrassing.]

... you're here, so I'll be fine. [jk he doesn't know what the FUCK he's saying the fever is winning] Wouldn't let any...anything happen. Jus' like... with that cultist...

You... you'd 'member me if I died, right? You'd miss me? [the way he sounds genuinely concerned about this question is probably disturbing, your man is fucked up rn he's getting existential]

[Honestly, he's about to sit back and resume looking out the window while Add uses him as a footrest until that question hits, and then he blinks in stunned surprise before readjusting how he's sitting. More of a lean into Add's space now, wedging himself in the narrow space between Add and the back of the couch, where he's half laying down just to look him in the eye better with his legs splayed off to the side.

It's not cuddling if you don't physically lay on top of him, after all.]

You're not going to die, Mr. Ancient. [Let's get that out of the way first.] And even if you did, I would go personally fight that False God in the woods to get you back.

[Maybe he should actually just lay on him, this position hurts his spine, and his wings are folded back against the couch... Yeah, second readjustment incoming before Ain wholesale flops his head down onto his friend's stomach and looks up at him from there. Add is too delirious to say no to his hugs right now anyway it's fine. Is this taking advantage of him, yes absolutely, but he shouldn't be friends with Ain if he doesn't want random hugs obviously.

(This is ostensibly not a hug.)]

I remembered you and missed you while you weren't even here. It's nice to have you here with me again.

[Ain keeps leaning over him and getting real close and Add is just staring into his eyes with a stupid look on his face. Something between embarrassment and affection and the confusion that permeates his feverish state of being... he should tell him to knock it off, he thinks, and then doesn't say that at all.

And now Ain is laying on top of him. Cool. He can be normal about this.

It's hard to stay focused enough to come up with a response... but. He's been out for a long time, is that it? Ain missed him... and. And Ain got hurt. He remembers that part. It's easier to focus in on that than to think about why he keeps staring at Ain's face. His expression sours, turning to face the back of the couch instead.]

... hafta keep you out of trouble. Since no one else is. Tch.

[He can't help but feel like it's his fault, somehow. Even in the mental haze, he can remember that mark on Ain's waist clearly.]

I won't allow it. Next time...

["I'm not getting into trouble" dies on his tongue. Yeah, he's getting into trouble. He quite literally promised Wolfwood he'd make it out of the fight with the Forest alive, and now he has that nasty scar to show for it, memories missing and modified, and all he knows is he's definitely missing some but the what still eludes him.

This is not a conversation for while Add is dying on his couch and likely won't remember this entire discussion, though.]

Wow~. My knight in shining armour~. [You know what he will do, though, is be a little shit as usual.] Are you going to stick by my side to make sure I don't wander off and get eaten by some strange creature? It means you're going to have to stay in my room with me, haha.

[okay laying it on a little thick there, whore]

If that's what it takes.

[His eyes lose focus again, not a hint of sarcasm in his tone. It's unusual for him to be so candid... but he's not thinking straight, and in this moment all he can think about is that his friend got hurt, and it shouldn't have happened.

It's not the first time, either. He's been careless before.]

I should've been there... 's my fault.

[Ain decides that Serious Add — serious in the sense that he's not even responding to Ain's usual purposeful nonsense — is something that is super uncanny. He almost wants to snap his fingers in front of Add's unfocused eyes and ask him if he needs to go to the clinic, but something in the back of his brain stops him from getting up. No idea what it is, it's going into the mental filing cabinet of unknown emotions until further notice.]

What, were you going to take the hit for me? [He'll be serious too, then.] Do you know how devastated I'd be if I had to watch you die in front of me?

[He is Laying On Add... and he is going to readjust for the third time, moving his body up before laying back on top of him again so he can attempt to look him in the eyes. It's hard to do that when he's using his stomach as a pillow, okay.]

I don't want anything to happen to you either. And there was... nothing anybody could've done.

Heh. I'd block it. Wouldn't die. [skill issue lmao he'd be fine obviously? He would choose Not to die.

He's intentionally not looking Ain in the eyes anymore... but this position is still fine, even if he's sore as hell underneath. For a guy who hates being touched he sure is relaxed like this.]

... 'sides, 'm easier to put back together. You don't have Nasod tech. Queen could do it.

Instability from high El energy concentration, no Nasod framework in place... too messy... high chance of incompatibility... [he starts mumbling technobabble to himself. Sorry Ain but you'd make a terrible Nasod, you can't use this excuse on yourself as a counter. Add would be fine if he got chopped because he'd just get a new lower half but you can't do that. Check and mate.]

You're dumb.

[(affectionate) (but oh my god)

He does not say "I couldn't put you back together I'd be the one healing your dumb ass", and he also does not bring up that the labrat nerds could also glue Add back together. God, he cannot give this man any dumb ideas.

He flops his cheek over onto Add's chest and sighs.]

Don't make me put you back together any time soon, alright? You'll make me cry~ you wouldn't like me if I cried~.

[Ain has never cried in front of this man in his life so have fun imagining that.]

... quality parts... Steel Wall... salvage the defence system... core has to be strong enough... high El affinity...?

[... he's still mumbling to himself. Might be plotting out how he might reconstruct Ain as a half-Nasod. You know. If the worst came to pass.

Actually, wouldn't that be even better? Ain as a half-Nasod... replace the ripped-out torso with metal and wires fused with flesh... a beautiful core he can hold in his hands... his hand wanders, tugging out from the gap in the couch to find the side of Ain's face, tracing over his ear, his cheekbones, twirling in his hair...]

Kukukuku... you're more beautiful this way, don't cry...

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