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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.
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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?
SIGSH AT u
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.
1/2
A HALO? [ is he an angel?! with a name like elsword and white hair... ]
WHY
Y, yeah! I think I'll talk to him. Thank you so much, Lancer-san. I'll be back later, okay?
[ off she goes...
only
as she does
there's a tail swaying behind her?
and right at his feet (10 ft away), snoozing on the ground without a care in the world is another tailless hiyori. ]
NO BC I WAS LIKE THIS BOOK IS IMPORTANT TO US TOO FUCK WHERE DID IT GO SJNFKDS LMFAO
...
[ Lancer is doing a DOUBLE TAKE LIKE WAIT - WHAT?? THE FUCK ?? YOUR BODY!?!? MA'AM!?!? Lancer cant touch it - he does NOT WANT TO TOUCH IT. ]
I. [ He looks at the skeleton near them, who looks at the body, looks at him, and then shrugs. ]
Please help move her to a seat.
[ The skeleton would roll it's eyes if it could - fine. It comes over to help Lancer and his inability to touch women, and places her in a chair for the Knight to awkwardly stand beside. Trying to figure out WHAT THE FUCK just happened. ]
LAKFLJDSLKGJSDLKG YALL LMAO
I'LL TAG ELSWORD IN A SECOND TO FIGURE OUT WHAT SHE LEARNED but also like why am i already developing continuity in this tdm why am i like this
SOME TIME LATER!!!!!!! ]
Nngh.
[ hiyori's eyelids tremble, her face pinches together, and then her eyes slowly open ]
Where...?
SDFSDFSD
What the hell was that? You just - - scampered off? Without your body no less- do you know how dangerous that is?
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why is he mad? don't be mad at her, senpai :(
for the record, yes, she knows how dangerous it is. ]
Sorry, I... s-sometimes my soul slips out of my body. I try to control it, but I haven't... been able to perfect it. [ that means-- ] You actually saw me?
[ urge to ask lancer if he's a spirit rising but she's more curious on how she got in this chair ]
Huh? I wasn't sitting when I left--
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If you went ahead and spoke to whoever that way, that means everyone can see you not just me. Usually, that is how it works - this world is full of magic, but I did not expect your whole soul to just jump out of your body though.
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[ he may be right, but she didn't realize her soul slipped out until AFTER she spoke to elsword. (probably. hiyori is an air-head. as long as the angel doesn't mention any TAIL.)
a world full of magic with all manner of people who can see spirits. that's the sort of place she's ended up in. she can think of two people who would be really happy to hear that.
as for her soul? it would be more weird if he DID expect it. ]
It's a problem. [ she knits her brow at her knees. ] One I'm trying to get fixed...
[ but the god she paid to do it IS
well, he has a lot on his plate at all times. let's just say that. ]
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If you aren't careful, your existence can end up disappearing away. I am sure - - even if the magic of worlds are different. Your soul leaving your body can end up in the same way.
[ So he says, as a ghost himself. ]
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[ lancer doesn't even KNOW her and he's saying EVERYTHING people have told her. it's dangerous. of course, it is. her shoulders curl inward and she drags her legs up onto the chair so she can wrap her arms around them. suddenly appearing very small. ]
Would you happen to know how to stop a soul from leaving a body...?
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1/2
all the same, she goes bright red and puts her legs RIGHT THE FUCK BACK DOWN ]
SSSSOSOSOSORRY. [ how many times has she apologized since meeting him
her mother would weep ]
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So, they're not here. [ unlucky ] It would be too convenient if they were...
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traditional just like her mother...
her head snaps up and she searches for any sign that he's joking or deceiving her. upon finding none, ]
But. Why not? Why wouldn't it matter?
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