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sticksandbones2023-10-04 03:16 pm
sticksandbonesmods) wrote in sticksandbones2023-10-04 03:16 pm
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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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
Ummm, it's 2011. [ answers it anyway. "why" she wants to ask but doesn't get her chance to. ]
Eh!? What do I- [ crap ] N-nothing much! I'm just saying things! [ getting kidnapped and treating it like it's not that big of a deal is probably strange. what if he immediately thinks she's weird? (she is weird.)
there is no getting out of this, is there? ]
Just, once, I was locked up in a room... after being knocked out... [ ha ha? ]
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You should be more careful about the things you say, it looks like you are too comfortable with things that are not typically ordinary.
[ That or she's incredibly naive and - - - again worry. ]
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i mean she's a 16-year-old high school girl she's pretty??? naive. but doing her best. always doing her best. ]
A, ahaha. [ you don't even know the half of it. ] Y-yeah, I get that a lot. Sorry, I'll be more careful. [ hiyori lowers her head, properly contrite for saying unnecessary things to a stranger. ]
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Lancer, [ Yeah sorry, that is all youre getting. His answer is curt and sudden, as he reaches to start eating away at more food. ] you don't have to mind me. Just do as you please, and enjoy yourself if you must.
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L-Lancer! Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Hiyori. [ she doesn't seem to mind the given name and that being all there is. like she's used to it. another little bow of her head but this of the polite variety.
lancer, you are like her only friend right now. "friend." she is going to mind you. she's reminded a little of yukine when yato first named him. it's comforting. meaning: she hovers around him.
if she must...? well, it's a party. why wouldn't she enjoy herself? a little, anyway. there's still... a lot on her mind, too. ]
Ah, which of these would you recommend? [ browsing the buffet!! ] The cookies are cute, don't you think?
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[ Lancer has obviously... BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK. ]
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so informed!!! he's been here a while and he's been at these tables eating the entire time, huh? with the way he was eating, shoveling cookies in his mouth, she wouldn't be surprised if that were the truth.
and wow, he is nice, wah. he would really get her something to drink? ]
I should probably eat something more filling before eating cookies... [ mother raised a mannerly girl. ] If you get me something to drink, I'll get you anything you want from the more filling table? You look like you're pretty hungry. It's not good to just eat cookies.
[ spoilers: hiyori is a mom friend ]
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I am surprised. [ He says, out loud. Not making small talk, merely speaking his mind. ] I should not be able to feel the effects of drinking like this, but even I am effected.
he rly lookin like yato in that one lmao
she's staring at the wine. that sure is wine. ]
Thanks, Lancer.
[ ... okay, she's always WANTED to try it. but is this really the time or the place?! hiyori!? you're in some strange place, don't go drinking BOOZE. use that good sense. even if it's a party...
as for what she's brought lancer? a little of everything. as much as she could fit on one plate because she has two hands and one was for her. taking the hint, she puts the plate she made for him on the table and slides it over closer with a small smile. one that cracks into a burst of laughter. ]
Hahaha! My dad has said something like that before when he's had too much to drink! [ hiyori picks up some finger food, blows on it, and then pops it in her mouth.
yummy. ]
ASDASDASJHD yato core ass face
No. [ He admits, looking at the food shes collected. It as actually a good haul. He tries to nimbly eat it, but to be fair he's been desperate for mana and frankly he has to gorge on food when he can. Having no tether to the material plane, does that to a servant. Again, he's luck that this place runs thick with so much mana. ] I am unaffected by poisons and the likes of things you yourself can be affected by, but drinking this? Even I can feel a buzz...
TRASHCORE
chewing thoughtfully on her bite, not paying too much attention to how lancer INHALES HIS FOOD, she tilts her head. well, liquor does eventually CAUSE alcohol poisoning if you drink too much. doctor's daughter here.
she's quiet for a long time, furrowing her brow. maybe there are too many similarities between him and those of the far shore for a reason. but can she ask someone that?
"hey, are you a spirit too?" ]
Is that because you have a case of high constitution?
time to throw u all in a dungeon and throw away the key
Something, like that. [ Lancer responds because he can't exactly just say what he is and open his mouth about how it works. The rules of Magi and all that, but he wonders really if any of that bull shit applies here anymore. Would it be safer to keep his secrets and follow standard protocol as delegated by Chaldea? Or - - do what you must?
He is awkward though, so unfortunately he lets the silence sit between them while he eats and drinks all the same. ]
weeps thank u it's safer there also she would call him lancer-san i'm just bad
something like that... huh...
hiyori doesn't let the silence last for long. ]
You've been here for a while then, Lancer-san?
nKSFNDJKS:Jfd
[ Lancer answers, ] For instance, don't go into the forest or the fog and... That I guess, we all used to live here before.
IM BAD
Right, you mentioned that before. About our memories. [ the taboo word. she wouldn't forget. ] I don't... remember ever living in a place like this. What do you mean? Are you sure?
WHY ARE U BAD!?!? SJKDF
BC ITS IMPORTANT CHARACTER TRAIT TO CALL HIM LANCER-SAN (SENPAI)
a journal!? with information on those who lived here? there's probably something in it that could tell her how she got here. maybe even how to LEAVE.
but if that were true, then wouldn't people have already left? no, she has to see for herself. ]
Do you know who has that journal now?
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Elsword probably has it, he has white hair and - - a big halo over his head. [ Lancer begins to explain, trying to think back on it. ] Kind of hard to miss him.
[ TBH YEAH... ]
If you want to go over it with him - doubt he has the Journal with him, but that's him over there.
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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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