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Entry tags:
- !event,
- !tdm,
- arknights: gnosis,
- arknights: irene,
- arknights: mizuki,
- baldur's gate iii: astarion ancunín,
- baldur's gate iii: taliira a'daragon,
- digimon survive: haru,
- elsword: add,
- elsword: elsword,
- fate: bb,
- i'm the grim reaper: brook,
- jujutsu kaisen: toge inumaki,
- murder drones: n,
- original: caoimhe ailbhe,
- original: felicity morais,
- original: kiera canorus,
- original: lancelot,
- original: luca aurelius
Event & TDM 005
SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS
WAKE UP
cw: immolation, sinkholes
When your eyes open, you’re lying in crisp, blackened grass. The sky is dreary, the world around you is still and silent. Were it not for the ash raining from the sky or the acrid tang of burnt flesh, it might almost feel peaceful. Familiar-feeling memories wash over you — a town burning, the cackling of an unknown beast, the shrill screams of friends and loved ones dying a slow, painful death—
Where did that memory even come from? You’d better shake it off and rise to your feet before the ash buries you, too. It isn’t real… right?
The town you’re in is dilapidated and charred. Something snaps under your feet, and when you look down, a bone lies pressed into the earth, perfectly broken into two neat pieces. You press on, toward the destroyed remains of houses — some missing roofs, some collapsed in on themselves, others still weathering the test of time — to where the trees are vibrant and orange, to where the grass has regrown and the buildings stand tall. You press on… and your foot catches in the mud, a hole opening up beneath your feet and dragging you in. If you’re quick enough, you might be able to escape the collapsing earth before it buries you alive in years of muck and decay. If not… perhaps you’ll be lucky, and someone from the nearby settlement will bail you out.
Hopefully you won’t have to wait long.
When your eyes open, you’re lying in crisp, blackened grass. The sky is dreary, the world around you is still and silent. Were it not for the ash raining from the sky or the acrid tang of burnt flesh, it might almost feel peaceful. Familiar-feeling memories wash over you — a town burning, the cackling of an unknown beast, the shrill screams of friends and loved ones dying a slow, painful death—
Where did that memory even come from? You’d better shake it off and rise to your feet before the ash buries you, too. It isn’t real… right?
The town you’re in is dilapidated and charred. Something snaps under your feet, and when you look down, a bone lies pressed into the earth, perfectly broken into two neat pieces. You press on, toward the destroyed remains of houses — some missing roofs, some collapsed in on themselves, others still weathering the test of time — to where the trees are vibrant and orange, to where the grass has regrown and the buildings stand tall. You press on… and your foot catches in the mud, a hole opening up beneath your feet and dragging you in. If you’re quick enough, you might be able to escape the collapsing earth before it buries you alive in years of muck and decay. If not… perhaps you’ll be lucky, and someone from the nearby settlement will bail you out.
Hopefully you won’t have to wait long.
KEEP MY HEAD TOGETHER
Somewhere on your body is an intricate, black mark that doesn’t come off no matter how hard you scrub. Perhaps there are two, or even three, or more. You don’t exactly remember getting these small, medallion-sized tattoos — it’s almost as though you woke up with them. Better make sure no one’s drawing on you in your sleep.
As the day progresses, the effects of these marks become apparent. Suddenly, everything hurts — a dull, throbbing pain as if you’ve been stabbed. Perhaps the pain is quick and sharp, like you stubbed your toe on the inn’s coffee table. Perhaps it slowly burns, like hot coffee accidentally splashed on your lap. No matter what the pain is, you feel it at less of an intensity than you would if you’d actually done these things. Later, you might meet with the person who shares a mark with you, and maybe they’ll tell you — they stubbed their toe, they spilled their coffee, someone randomly stabbed them, how weird is that?
These marks link you and your partner(s) — any pain they feel, you’ll feel, too, albeit at half the intensity they do. If you’re sharing that pain between three people, it’ll be at one third the intensity.
Negative emotions, though? Those, you get at full throttle. If those you share a mark with cry, you’ll cry, too; you feel their rage at being stuck here as though it were your own; you long for home, and you miss a mother that isn’t yours. Fight through your blurring sense of self, friend. Surely you’ll get used to it soon. After all, these will stay on your body for the rest of the month.
As the day progresses, the effects of these marks become apparent. Suddenly, everything hurts — a dull, throbbing pain as if you’ve been stabbed. Perhaps the pain is quick and sharp, like you stubbed your toe on the inn’s coffee table. Perhaps it slowly burns, like hot coffee accidentally splashed on your lap. No matter what the pain is, you feel it at less of an intensity than you would if you’d actually done these things. Later, you might meet with the person who shares a mark with you, and maybe they’ll tell you — they stubbed their toe, they spilled their coffee, someone randomly stabbed them, how weird is that?
These marks link you and your partner(s) — any pain they feel, you’ll feel, too, albeit at half the intensity they do. If you’re sharing that pain between three people, it’ll be at one third the intensity.
Negative emotions, though? Those, you get at full throttle. If those you share a mark with cry, you’ll cry, too; you feel their rage at being stuck here as though it were your own; you long for home, and you miss a mother that isn’t yours. Fight through your blurring sense of self, friend. Surely you’ll get used to it soon. After all, these will stay on your body for the rest of the month.
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
A week into October, a skeletal visitor comes rattling into the Grove, wearing a top hat on its bare cranium and a name tag on its ribcage: “Mr. Bone-Jangles”. Mr. Bone-Jangles cannot speak, but he’s very excited to take willing people into the burned town and lead them toward the far north of it, where a small army of fellow skeletons have put up a circus tent. Pumpkin-shaped flags decorate the scorched remnants of a street, and mysterious skull-shaped lights float in the air. Mr. Bone-Jangles joyfully motions to the tent, where a banner placed over the tent-flaps reads “MASKERADE”... you assume this is meant to be “masquerade”, but it would be rude to point out the spelling error. Skeletons don’t have brains.
Before you can even enter the tent, Mr. Bone-Jangles’ employees direct you to a smaller tent set up to the side, demanding with clacks of their jaws in morse code that you put on your costume and mask. Costumes are optional; masks are not. Luckily, all of these are free. The costume tent itself is entirely empty save for one giant mirror which, when gazed into, shows you standing in your outfit of choice. Once you exit the tent, you’ll be wearing that outfit, and the skeletons will hand you a wooden mask in any design you feel suits you, matching or not. Where did your old clothing wind up? Great question! They’ll be teleported back to your bed in a wrinkled heap, but you don’t have to worry about that until the party stops. And speaking of that mask… when you put it on between the party start at 10pm and end at 6am, it won’t come off no matter how hard you pull until 6:01am approximately.
The skeletons insist you don’t try to tug your skin off, though, and instead direct you inside the masquerade tent itself. It’s almost akin to being teleported to another dimension — a grand ballroom is decorated with classic Halloween decorations, a buffet of spooky-themed snacks is laid out on the tables, the music is almost too loud, and a lounge is set up off to the side for those who’d like to rest between dances. If you lack a dance partner, worry not — the skeletons are more than happy to waltz with you. And, if you’re of age, they’ll serve you any liquor you’d like.
Stay too late, though, and the skeletons will kick you out. They’re stronger than they look and aren’t afraid to toss you like a wet rag onto the burnt streets. Once the party ends for the night, you won’t be able to get back into the tent no matter how hard you try, so don’t leave anything behind!
Before you can even enter the tent, Mr. Bone-Jangles’ employees direct you to a smaller tent set up to the side, demanding with clacks of their jaws in morse code that you put on your costume and mask. Costumes are optional; masks are not. Luckily, all of these are free. The costume tent itself is entirely empty save for one giant mirror which, when gazed into, shows you standing in your outfit of choice. Once you exit the tent, you’ll be wearing that outfit, and the skeletons will hand you a wooden mask in any design you feel suits you, matching or not. Where did your old clothing wind up? Great question! They’ll be teleported back to your bed in a wrinkled heap, but you don’t have to worry about that until the party stops. And speaking of that mask… when you put it on between the party start at 10pm and end at 6am, it won’t come off no matter how hard you pull until 6:01am approximately.
The skeletons insist you don’t try to tug your skin off, though, and instead direct you inside the masquerade tent itself. It’s almost akin to being teleported to another dimension — a grand ballroom is decorated with classic Halloween decorations, a buffet of spooky-themed snacks is laid out on the tables, the music is almost too loud, and a lounge is set up off to the side for those who’d like to rest between dances. If you lack a dance partner, worry not — the skeletons are more than happy to waltz with you. And, if you’re of age, they’ll serve you any liquor you’d like.
Stay too late, though, and the skeletons will kick you out. They’re stronger than they look and aren’t afraid to toss you like a wet rag onto the burnt streets. Once the party ends for the night, you won’t be able to get back into the tent no matter how hard you try, so don’t leave anything behind!
DON’T CHASE THE DEAD
Turns out, the masquerade isn’t just for one night, but for every night for the rest of the month. On the second night of the masquerade and on from there, ghosts appear in droves, gathering at the party and in the burned town for a night out. No matter how hard you try, you can’t get their attention; they’ll merely pass right through you as if you aren’t there.
Some of the ghosts look eerily familiar to you, like people you knew in the past who aren’t here now. It could be your mother, your brother, a close friend, or maybe your old neighbour or coworker. Each is dressed in masquerade attire, each intends only to party until the sun comes up, and at that point, each ghost fades from the world as if dissolving away into nothingness.
They’ll be back the next night, of course. And the next. And the one after that. Until finally, the last day of the month rolls around, and the ghosts aren’t there. If you come to the burned town at 6am, you’ll be greeted by the sight of the skeletons packing up their tents and decorations. And if you stick around until 7…
Mr. Bone-Jangles takes off his top hat and takes a bow, waves one last goodbye, and then him and his skeleton crew take a dive into the sinkhole that was, somehow, underneath the masquerade tent the whole time.
Some of the ghosts look eerily familiar to you, like people you knew in the past who aren’t here now. It could be your mother, your brother, a close friend, or maybe your old neighbour or coworker. Each is dressed in masquerade attire, each intends only to party until the sun comes up, and at that point, each ghost fades from the world as if dissolving away into nothingness.
They’ll be back the next night, of course. And the next. And the one after that. Until finally, the last day of the month rolls around, and the ghosts aren’t there. If you come to the burned town at 6am, you’ll be greeted by the sight of the skeletons packing up their tents and decorations. And if you stick around until 7…
Mr. Bone-Jangles takes off his top hat and takes a bow, waves one last goodbye, and then him and his skeleton crew take a dive into the sinkhole that was, somehow, underneath the masquerade tent the whole time.
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
You find yourself in a burned-down town. As you try to leave, a sinkhole opens beneath your feet and sucks you in. Screaming for help is a viable option.
Everyone is now sharing pain and negative emotions. Please try not to get stabbed so that your partner(s) don't have to also feel stabbed. You can pair up with as few or as many people as you want, as long as you're paired up with minimum one other person.
Welcome to the masquerade! Mr. Bone-Jangles hopes you have a good time. Masks and Halloween costumes are provided free of charge, but be careful, because donning the masks between 10pm and 6am makes them unable to be removed until the party stops at 6. There's tons of food and drink, and liquor for those who are old enough to have it. Just don't stay past the party's end or the skeletons will yeet you out onto the street.
The masquerade goes for the rest of the month, and after day 1, it'll be frequented by ghosts who look like people from your past. They don't seem to notice you and will float through you if you stand in their way. At the end of the month, the skeletons pack up the party, the ghosts disappear, and the skeletons jump into a sinkhole underneath the masquerade tent. Goodbye! Happy Halloween! Mr. Bone-Jangles sends his regards.
Welcome to the fifth TDM & Event Log of Sticks and Bones! This log is game canon. The prompts are meant for all players, current and future, so have fun! Our applications operate on a rolling basis, so applications are open with no end date unless we suddenly cap players. If there are any questions, please direct them to the "questions" header below.
❖ None yet!
TDM TOPLEVELS!
❖ Vash (Trigun Stampede)
❖ N (Murder Drones)
❖ Rin Tohsaka (Fate/Stay Night)
❖ Rui Ninomiya (Gatchaman Crowds)
❖ Ain (Elsword)
❖ Hiyori Iki (Noragami)
❖ Taliira A'Daragon (Tav) (Baldur's Gate III)
❖ Genjiro Chibana (Handead Anthem)
❖ Haru (Digimon Survive)
❖ Samatoki Aohitsugi (Hypnosis Mic)
❖ Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil 4: Remake)
❖ Grusha (Pokemon: Scarlet & Violet)
❖ Woljif Jefto (Pathfinder: WOTR)
❖ N (Murder Drones)
❖ Rin Tohsaka (Fate/Stay Night)
❖ Rui Ninomiya (Gatchaman Crowds)
❖ Ain (Elsword)
❖ Hiyori Iki (Noragami)
❖ Taliira A'Daragon (Tav) (Baldur's Gate III)
❖ Genjiro Chibana (Handead Anthem)
❖ Haru (Digimon Survive)
❖ Samatoki Aohitsugi (Hypnosis Mic)
❖ Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil 4: Remake)
❖ Grusha (Pokemon: Scarlet & Violet)
❖ Woljif Jefto (Pathfinder: WOTR)
Vash | Trigun Stampede | OTA
B) The Beautiful People | OTA
[OOC: Hello I am not currently in this game, I am TDMing my boy Vash here, but I am friends of the mods! My name is Chi, ya'll can find me at
A) Wake Up
This man who they wanted to let live - after all he had done, but not the Spider who had asked only for her freedom?
An arrow is notched, and she grabs to release it -
suddenly - - she is in the ocean, and a single large eye is looking back at her -
AWAKE! ]
!!!!
[ A loud gasp of air, and she attempts to gather herself onto her feet. She feels her feet sinking into the ground - with some quick thinking on her part, she pulls out the Broom of Flying from her Bag of Holding. She uses its momentum to tug her out and into the air, only to hear the sound of someone behind her struggling as well.
Caoimhe stops, although she was able to get herself out she is uncertain if she can pull the other as well. It matters not - she is in survival mode. Frightened still all the same, she offers a trembling hand out to the other. ]
H-Hold it, hang on - I'll fly up more! Can you hang onto me?
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He can't make sense of what he's looking at, this woman flying on a broom, but it doesn't matter. He's reaching up with his good hand now since the other is still clinging desperately to the ground that remains, fingers reaching, stretching to try to take her hand. Eventually he manages to grab on, though the ground is already trying to pull him back...and her with him.]
I've got you!
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Okay Broom.. You can do this... Please...
[ She speaks in another language - draconic to be exact. Telling it to move forward, urging it to go up! The Broom at first attempts to do so, feeling the weight of another pulling it downwards - but after a few more attempts. The Broom seemingly tugging, tugging, tugging away - it pulls through!
She has no strength of her own but she holds onto the other's hand, refusing to let go and when they both come bolting outwards Caoimhe loses grip of the broom itself. Clattering to the floor alongside the other now freed just inches before the sinkhole.
She is stammering, and shaking still. Attempting to reach for the broom,]
We - - away from it! Come on!! [ then moving to reach for him and pulling away from the strange hole that could possibly grow bigger if they were not careful enough. ]
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Fortunately, the hole's spread doesn't follow them any further than a few feet. It eventually stops giving way, but only just...it remains dormant after that, as if threatening them to try coming close again.
Vash, left heaving as he tries to catch his breath, cautiously lets his companion's hand go and doubles over into a crouch in the dirt, wheezing.]
Ha....aahh...t...thanks...thank you...
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The overwhelming pressure of it, of all of this, as she is trying to catch her own breath, starts to press down onto her. Making her feel small and malleable, the elven woman tries to stay on her feet but inevitably she succumbs. Leaning back down onto her knees, as the tears fall from her face. She cannot help but wonder how much more of this is going to keep happening to all of them.
Regardless, she manages to look over towards the other. This new face, this new person - familiar yet strange all the same - ]
A-Are you okay!!?!? Are you hurt?!?! D-Did anything touch you!?!?
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B || i am immediately in your walls
You should learn to pay attention to where you're going.
NOT MY WALLS
[Oh, that was not what he was expecting at all, hello. Before he even knows what's happening, Vash is being forced forward into Ain's space even more than he was already, and it's a straight up miracle he doesn't stumble and fall right into him. It would have been the last thing he ever did, possibly. And...that mask does not help, at all.
He tries to swallow the lump in his throat, shaking his head a little.]
No, no you're right! That was my bad, seriously! Sorry, I'm...I'm kindof, uh...new? Here? I guess? I'm still trying to figure out what's going on...
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Oh? I just got here too. I don't normally spend time in human spaces.
[Starts fucking wiggling Vash's wrist around with his tail. Hm. Interesting.]
Is this a Nasod arm...?
[Now just picking this man apart, hi, let him observe you. It'll be fun—]
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[That whole sentence is loaded. He just got here, so he's also new, but then he says "human", as if he isn't one. Hello-?
But then his arm is suddenly being turned and twisted around, which Vash sort of has no choice but to floppily follow along with. He has a choice, actually, he's just...he's like this.]
Na...sod? [Most likely pronouncing it VERY wrong] No, this- this old thing? It's just a prosthetic!
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It doesn't do anything cool? You can't summon ghosts from it? [what] Boring... humans don't do anything fun these days.
[ain you have been around humans for 5 years shut up]
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really
hard ]
H-hold on! I've got you!!
[ a girl's voice, strained as she fights against the drag sinking him deeper. her other hand clutches to the edge of that hole, to make sure she doesn't fall in too. because if both of them fall in, who the heck is gonna save them?! ]
Can you... kick?! Like you're, hngh, swimming?!
[ behind her, a tail (???) seems to be whipping back and forth to keep her balance. ]
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[Oof, having the neck of his coat pulled on like that is decidedly unpleasant, but Vash suffers through it. It's not the worst thing he's endured, and he thinks he'd rather deal with a brief moment of displeasure than actually die via being buried alive.
As she pulls on him, his metal hand continues to grip tight at the rapidly crumbling earth, his other trying to reach out of it to see if there's possibly anything beyond more substantial to grab. Grass? A rock?? It's not very promising.
And when she asks him if he can kick, well...he sure can! He does it in fact, lanky legs flailing...but whether it seems to be helping remains to be seen.]
I got it! I got it- I-
[Do you? Do you now-]
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hiyori spots that flailing hand and, in a moment of pure unadulterated EXTREME faith, lets go of the ground to reach for it so she has both hands on him in an attempt to haul him out. it was instinct to grab it.
now she doesn't have any leverage. now it is only her knees and legs and core strength keeping them from BOTH being buried alive.
as luck would have it, hiyori has some power no normal high school girl has any right having. she grits her teeth, clutches tight, and shouts, ]
JUNGLE BRAINBUSTEE--ER!!
[ he's going to get vertical suplex'd out of that mud and back onto dry land
but it's to save his life okay ]
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Vash feels a dizzying swooping sensation in the pit of his stomach as he's suddenly- unexpectedly- thrown head and shoulders out of the sinkhole, flipped over and back onto the ground where it's safe. He doesn't even manage any words, just a nonsense yelp of surprise as he tumbles head over heels until they're both away from the immediate danger. The ground continues to collapse in on itself for a little bit, but once their weight is no longer pressing down on it, it finally seems to let up.
It ends up with Vash on the ground in a comical heap, face half buried in the dirt...but he is alive. They both are! A crisis has been averted at the cost of his pride, but honestly Vash has eaten more humble pie than most people in an entire lifetime, so he really isn't that bad off.]
Ooowww...
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B) The Beautiful People
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W-woah! I- it's nothing! It's just my arm!
[Why is it that like 50% of the people he's met so far have looked at him and have been like "oo arm", he asks]
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Nobody's! Nobody's at all! I just...I had an accident, a long time ago, but it's fine now! It's a prosthetic, see?
[You know those things people have-]
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He smiles, but the mask makes it a little harder to tell that he's smiling, since he usually uses the rest of his face to be so expressive, his lips still hidden by his collar. For safety reasons. ]
Tuna mayo. [ His tone is lightly cheerful, at least. The other remarkable thing aside from his height that's immediately noticeable is that where his left arm should be, it's not. No harm done, he's fine. ]
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The response has Vash cocking his head to one side like a curious dog.]
Tuna-?
[But then he's struck instead by the fact that Toge, too, is missing an arm. It's the same arm as Vash too, both their left.]
Oh...you're like me, huh? I mean not- not exactly, but you know. What with the...
[He lifts his metal hand, wiggling the fingers a little for emphasis.]
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He's pretty sure no one has any plans of getting him a prosthetic. They didn't believe he needed his arm anyway.
With his hand he holds it out towards his proesthetic, but doesn't touch, he asks first. ]
Tuna? [ Does he mind if he touches it? ]
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Huh? Oh...yeah, sure, it's fine, I don't bite! You can't really hurt me or anything, probably.
[Probably]
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Wake Up
( felicity is perfetly fine- she is in fact riding side-saddle on a broomstick to avoid having to climb over a bunch of debris or risk falling into a hole. unlike everyone else. (get good losers) (she's kidding)
though, now that she's got a better look of the situation... yikes. nevermind, no he is not good.
she lets herself float down and holds out a hand- despite her frail stature and the still-bandaged burns on her arms and even on her neck and torso, since she hasn't replaced her cardigan yet it's clear to see the girl has more muscle than one might automatically assume. )
I'll bring you back up.
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[Vash exhales on a nervous laugh as he continues to dangle precariously from th edge of the hole, though it seems like Felicity has deduced that for herself. He doesn't have much time to wonder what on earth is happening or how she's riding on a broom of all things, not when the ground is still actively collapsing underneath him. Questions can be asked when his feet are on solid ground again!
He doesn't even think twice about her possible frailness or whatever her strength capabilities might be. He knows that if she's offering him a hand up, then she must be confident enough that she can lift him out of the hole.]
Alright! I'm gonna grab with my other hand...
[It takes a bit of finagling, reaching up with his prosthetic since he's gripping the edge with his good hand, taking hers with the metal one.]
Okay- okay I've got you!