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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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He'll find himself in a living room, facing a stairwell that leads to the remnants of upstairs, and stepping directly into rubble and rebar and wiring, but luckily electricity has long since stopped reaching this part of the grove and he doesn't get zapped. Somehow I don't feel like he'd care if he was, though.
Brook moves across charred floor and collapsed roof bits and looks for furniture that isn't burnt to a crisp... and he really doesn't find much, considering the state of this house. Everything is charred black and sooty, and it smells distinctly like burning corpses despite the fact he can't immediately find any, considering all the rubble in here. The books on the shelves are piles of ash; what looks like it was once a couch is merely someone's idea of a couch what with how the frame is sticking out from heavy shingles and not much else; if he goes into the kitchen and opens the long-dead icebox, there's rotting meat. Yummy.
The tiles in the kitchen are also cracked. When he puts his weight on them, it almost feels like they'll crumble underfoot.
Does he want to keep going on this floor? Dig under the rubble? Open the cabinets and eat the plates? Go upstairs??? What you doin buddy
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Brook's going to look for any sort of record-keeping shit that wasn't burned, if possible? A photo album of who lived here, or files on the work they did, or you know, just anything that might be helpful to figuring shit out about this place. Brook's not the greatest detective, but most of this place being burned makes it fairly easy to skip over the stuff that doesn't matter.
He'll also pull out his phone to take pictures of shit that he can't collect but looks like it might be "useful information". Like. Idk. Deity statues or claw marks in the ground or something that is noteworthy?
He'll definitely dig under rubble and check out this floor before going upstairs, though.
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Brook takes pictures of things he sees that might be relevant. That's probably going to be the thorns outside that were gonna whoop his ass if he tried to go through the front door, possibly the photograph itself, and a whole lotta burnt stuff. That said, if he were to take a picture of the kitchen tiles, those have some pretty suspicious and/or dangerous looking cracks.
He digs under the rubble and finds a whole shitton of smashed, burnt furniture, more rebar, more electrical wiring, a lot of very dead potted plants (or what he can assume was once plants, because there are no plants, there's just broken pots and soil and hanging ropes), and a very cool looking rock! Wow!
...
Oh wait. That's someone's carpal bone. Oops.
Anyway, if Brook digs around a bit, he will find one (1) adult-sized skeleton that's in various pieces underneath the smashed remnants of a heavy-looking chandelier. Despite spotting three people in the photograph, he can't find any more skeletons.
Upstairs time?
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Anyway.
Yes, it's upstairs time.
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In the "room" nearest to the staircase, he finds the remnants of plumbing. One of those footed bathtubs (dusty, gross, is that mold?), a pipe hanging out of the remaining back wall that might've held a showerhead at one point, what looks like it was once the base of a porcelain sink that's been smashed to pieces, and a clear spot where the toilet should be. Where the fuck is the toilet? Unknown, it's just fucking gone. Maybe someone stole it.
If Brook looks outside what was once a window in the adjacent room, he can see smashed-up furniture near that giant thorny black vine outside, so perhaps the forest really really wanted indoor plumbing. (Or, more realistically, it was on a destructive rampage and the bathroom was collateral.) There's also a pillow down there, dirty and torn to shreds and probably unusable due to the grime, and some smashed wooden furniture of some variety? If Brook pops his head out of the window at all, that thorny vine will try to whip him.
The other rooms, speaking of, are all bedrooms. He thinks. The fire got upstairs too, that and the forest really liked this house for some reason, so it's hard to tell. There's a dresser that's been nicely charred, there's a metal bedframe in the room at the far back of the hall, and the last room looks like it MIGHT? have been a study? There are books on the floor, studies have books, otherwise this was just someone's library or maybe an upstairs lounge or something.
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Anyway, he's got more questions than answers now. He's going to actually try to reach out and grab and tear the thorny vine from the window if he can? How much of a fight does it put up? How much "life" does it have? Is it just residual from this part of the town being exposed??? Questions he has in mind while doing this, and less so things A Wolfie necessarily has to answer.
He'll also keep this in mind when examining the other plant-life. When entering the town at all, did any of it seem to be moving, or is it just this house that seems to be the case with????
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Ignore my shitty trackpad "circles" I am not the proud owner of a mouse at this moment, but the other plant life Brook could see that was moving... well, he'll have to wait until the end of the month for the ones coming out of the sinkhole at the far far north, but they're all circled. The other plants don't seem to be moving around.
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Here's my save, mom, what do I win—
But anyway, cool, okay, he'll stop fucking with the plants, and, uh, cool. Anything else worth investigating or can Brook fall through the floor-
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There's almost nothing up here, so.
Brook falls through the floor.
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This house is, wonderfully enough, entirely missing a front door. Going in is easy, but that also means that the fires that raged through the town burnt away most things in here. This place is also missing a roof, and the rubble is scattered throughout the remnants of the house. They'll have to duck underneath large beams hanging from the ceiling that once might have Been said roof, and avoid shaking the environment too much because the scant few structural remains this place has will collapse on them.
There's notably a fireplace off to the side, but logic says that this is not the thing that caused the fire that killed everyone, otherwise this house would be way more burnt to the ground than it is.
What is Brook looking for specifically, if anything?