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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.
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hiyori iki | noragami
[ the concept of experiencing feelings that aren't your own isn't... entirely novel to hiyori. gods are connected to their shinki in this way. their pain in their pain. their sins are the god's sins. even more curious, is the mark on her body that resembles that of a shinki's name given to them by a god.
but that can't be possible.
more than anything, it's disorienting to possess thoughts that aren't her own. pain is easier to take in stride. mental anguish is more difficult and she's no god. hiyori wasn't built to withstand the emotions of others in addition to her own. where is she supposed to separate herself? how is she supposed to get used to it? how, when they're hurting so much?
it's during a tide of negative emotions that hiyori thinks with all her might, with all her desperation, with all her heart, with tears in her eyes:
Where are you? I want to help you! I'll help you!!
proceeded by slapping her cheeks over and over until they're red, until her head is hers again, until she realizes, ]
AAAH, I'M SORRY. I FORGOT!!
[ immediately forgot... she shares pain with someone... ]
2. THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
[ hiyori's outfit of choice, when she walks into this grand skeleton party, is apparently what one might expect to see of a doctor: a smart pencil skirt, a crisp blouse, small heels, and of course the quintessential white coat. her mask is carved into a butterfly and behind it, her eyes go big at what she's walked into. ]
Uwaaahhhh-- !! [ how did all of this fit into the tent?! incredible!
normally, she would immediately go to find someone she knows but it's so dark in here and everyone is wearing masks and costumes. how is she supposed to find anyone? what is she supposed to do...? as any teenager in a room full of strangers might do, she shuffles her way over to the buffet table and looks at all the fun snacks. she picks up something that looks like a ghost cookie and smiles at it, laughing to herself. ]
Hehe, cute. [ aaaaand as she goes to reach for another her fingers bump into someone else's. she startles, jerking her hand back and looking over. ]
Oh! Um, go ahead. You first.
3. WILDCARD
[ fresh meat here. hi!! i'm mj/mel! i don't have plurk, i'm here bc of SHEEP. no super concrete canon point for hiyori bc WOW SPOILERS but i can generally play her after what happens in s2 of the anime since that's the safest. i'm happy to roll with any BYO prompts too if you have an idea of your own :) ]
2
The second is worry, mixed with light distressed because she's here not at home where she safely belongs.
The third is surprise, because Yato didn't know she was there, much less right so close to him, but honestly he's just been shoved into this tent and encouraged and there she is, reaching out for him. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve this.
The fourth is happiness, because it's Hiyori and he's always happy to see her.
The fifth makes his brow furrow with concern again, since she's being subjected to whatever this is, and he doesn't know what to expect anymore than she does, and the last emotion is embarrassment. He wasn't expecting to see her, not at all. Not for awhile yet. Six emotions in about six seconds.
His eyes go a little wide. ]
Hiyori...
[ Yato has yet to follow the rules and muster up some kind of costume but he's just been incredibly distracted. ]
wheeze
fear, worry, surprise, happiness, concern, embarrassment. too fast for her to really taste or react to. as much as she's tried to get used to abrupt and poignant emotions that come beyond her heart, this is kind of a roller coaster.
nothing could have prepared her for those eyes, though. they bring a bus and a cat to mind. they've gazed down at a shrine made with her own two hands and weep happy, moved tears. they're bright and shining like the full moon when he has sekki in his hands and rends demons. she's seen them warm and soft. weary and apologetic. sharp and scrutinizing.
she would know those eyes anywhere. no matter the emotion behind them.
in return, yato may feel a small influx in return. a flash of surprise. some confusion. wouldn't she have smelled him if he was here?
above all, more than anything else, staggering in its enormity: joy. ]
Y-Yato!!
[ the cookie drops to the table and she exchanges it for grasping his hand. sweaty palms mean nothing to her. ]
What... how?!
everybody breathe
Oh, he wishes he didn't know that. It makes him feel a bit guilty, a thick knot in his throat like he should've just stayed with her.
Maybe. But it's not an option. He knows that.
She's tempting. Too tempting, really. There are precious few people that would grab his hand, but he doesn't shake her away. ]
Probably the same way you got here. [ He'll give her a bright smile though, it's well deserved, he does mean it when he feels happy to see her. ]
i can't heeheehoo heeheehoo
in contrast to his overwhelm, hiyori feels a tide of relief. yato... he's here...
she's been so worried!! but he's okay, thank goodness.
in some very, very strange place with her. despite that, yato's smile instantly makes her smile back. she hasn't let go of his hand. it's hard to say if she's realized she even reached for it to begin with. ]
Does that mean you have no idea either?
[ there's a pause. ]
Isn't... Yukine-kun with you?
just a little bit!
He sighs a little bit, his free hand going into his hair to push his bangs away from his face. ]
No idea. [ Yato admits with a grimace. Sorry, this situation is a new one for him. ]
Not as far as I can tell. I can feel him still, obviously. [ His name is still there. But calling for him hasn't yielded anything. ]
i forgot how to!!
some extremely powerful divine (??) power none of them were aware of. she'll have to start asking questions for real now. ] Yeah, no idea... haha...
[ hearing that yato can still feel yukine, however, is another wave of relief. because she saw his ghost and... it was one of the first ones she saw. before she saw the gods' ghosts. before it became illogical and she called his name in joy--
wait. feel? ]
Huh? Feel him? [ ... ] Like how you can feel his emotions sometimes?
🍁 Sorry sorry, holiday. 🍁
[ His name and another, but he's not going to get into that. It's not a problem right now. As long as Yukine's alive and healthy somewhere it's all going to be fine. He wishes Yukine was there though.
He's very fond of him, no matter how their relationship is tumultuous. He loves that brat.
Hiyori gets another little smile. ]
Sorry, I don't...think he's here. I didn't realize you were either until right now...
no prob! 1/2
she furrows her brow at the table, unwittingly tightening her hold on yato's hand. ]
I hope he's alright...
[ yukine is strong. he's definitely okay, but hiyori can't help but worry anyway. she shakes her head as if to physically rid herself of her anxieties.
what is here? the near shore? far shore? so many questions. ]
Yeah, I had no idea you were here either. Which is weird, because normally I can tell you're nearby just by s--
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oh NO ]
Ssssuuusususususpicious stalker-like auras!
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2. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA puts u in my mouth
When did you get here?
[ OR MYBAEH SHE IS AHAhahAHahahahHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STABS MYSEFL ]
I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE LYODGLSKDJG
... haha, she's reminded of someone. someone who might be in the tag about this one. smile--
-- which she does! unsure. ummm, please chew your food, sir? but, hey, she's used to this. there's some concern in her expression for the amount he eats. what if he chokes? ]
Huh? [ hiyori looks around like she's making sure he's talking to her. he is. then, she points to herself. ]
Um, just now? [ does he mean the party? he must mean the party. ]
Have we... met?
RSTOP I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO COPE OTHER THEN BAD JOKES SCREAM
Maybe... In this place, memories are estranged.. I merely meant, here - as in the Grove. The place this is at, within the fog - or are you seriously that unawares?
ITS FINE EVERYTHING IS HAPPY LALA
Memories...
[ that's a taboo word, lancelot. ]
U-ummm. [ he's making her feel bad for not having any idea what's going on. blame me, lancelot, not hiyori!! she's innocent. ]
If I say yes, is that bad?
norgami is a friendly safe and unemotional series....
But also women scare him. ]
Not at all. Why would you think that? [ He shoves several cookies in his mouth... Actually more substantial snacks because he hungy... And doesn't have a master... And he is HELLA suffering from a lack of mana like you don't even KNOW. If someone emotionally devastated him and his NP activates - he would just turn into a dragon - he likely will just die. ] You don't seem at all bothered by all of this though?
comedy genre for sure
so this is all some fever dream, right?
her shoulders relax a little, slightly reassured. why would she think that? because being totally clueless is not a great feeling. as such, ]
It's not that I'm not bothered. [ a ghost catches her peripheral and she can't help but glance over. ] But spirits are a big part of my life.
[ also??? please don't die... if he tells her about the master thing, you know hiyori's overly kind ass would offer to help him... ]
U-unless you meant something else! I mean, I have no idea where this Grove place is in relation to Japan. Or... how I'm going to get home. It's another kidnapping situation...
[ hiyori??? ]
damn we are in denial
nnnnaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
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he rly lookin like yato in that one lmao
ASDASDASJHD yato core ass face
TRASHCORE
time to throw u all in a dungeon and throw away the key
weeps thank u it's safer there also she would call him lancer-san i'm just bad
nKSFNDJKS:Jfd
IM BAD
WHY ARE U BAD!?!? SJKDF
BC ITS IMPORTANT CHARACTER TRAIT TO CALL HIM LANCER-SAN (SENPAI)
SIGSH AT u
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WHY
NO BC I WAS LIKE THIS BOOK IS IMPORTANT TO US TOO FUCK WHERE DID IT GO SJNFKDS LMFAO
LAKFLJDSLKGJSDLKG YALL LMAO
SDFSDFSD
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2. THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
No, please. Here you go.
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hiyori has been watching her do this now for a couple minutes, not knowing what to say ]
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Um, n-no thank you. Aren't you... going to finish those?
NOT FUCKING DARLA DIMPLE SHJKNFDSD
BIIIIIIGGG ANDDDD LOUDDDDDDDDDDD that's bb
what to do. she looks over her shoulder at the mad ayakash-- i mean skeleton.
with a sigh, hiyori grabs a plate and starts picking up the headless ghosties bb has made and puts them on it. ]
YOUR NOT WRONG!!!! WHERE IS HER MAX THO!! WHERE IS HEEEEEEE
ROBIN IS MAX
[ she's never been called that before. once all the ghosties are on the plate, she stands there and holds it. ]
Uummmm? I don't know? Is that something you can decide on your own?
robin needs to work out before he can even think hes max that twink boy is a stick
LFMAO DAMn tru
BB will break him wink wonk
as if she hasn't already
yr she about to break hayori too yato hurry come pick up yo girl
lmfao h e LP 1/2
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