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♥ July (Lasdia) Event Log
July (Lasdia) Event Log
Offworlders, did you know? It's been a year since you and your peers began to arrive here! Some of you have been around this entire time, others have only just arrived, and many more fall in between. Whatever length of time you've spent here, the locals are very grateful for your time and effort. Even if it's been given without your consent, they want to make sure you know that your contributions are appreciated and, of course, have come to bear much fruit. Sometimes literally!
❥ PROMPT I: National Telegraphic
As Lasdia is in full-swing and whispers of anniversary are in the air, the entertainment district is beginning to capitalize on the general mood in town. Camera crews and journalists are seen more frequently, particularly in the residential areas where the majority of offworlders have settled, and have taken to following a few people on more than one occasion. Some are more subtle than others. And some are very obvious, maybe even going so far as to narrate what they observe. Even if what they see characters doing is mundane and not especially exciting, they'll do their best to hype it up. "Watch as the human stalks his prey, teeth bared and hungry, trying to decide which angle to strike... and he's got it! The human has chosen the strawberry danish as his meal. ...Oh no, we've been spotted! His teeth are bared towards us... loyal viewers, this could be the end for us...!"
It's... mostly harmless, and when caught in the act most of them will dramatically flee the area and attempt to film in a more subtle manner. Their attention can be short-lived if they spot another offworlder wandering by doing something more interesting and switch targets. Some will try and create drama or conflict, either between residents and offworlders (such as knocking over a store display and vanishing, leaving someone with an irritated shopkeep) or between the offworlders themselves, and generally they won't break any laws to get a scoop... but you may want to keep your curtains closed. A clever offworlder or two could probably get some annoying crew arrested for causing too much trouble, as many locals are likely to grow exasperated with it as well.
Shops to an extent are on board with capitalizing on the offworlders' popularity, however, which becomes apparent as characters might find something odd while shopping around: merchandise, representative of either yourselves or your neighbours. Perhaps some collectable figures of the great warriors of Havenwell can be spotted at the check-out counter. Or keychains showing a recognizable symbol someone wears are for sale at repair shops. Clothing of the offworlders become a popular style that transition well into the shawls and scarves that the robots wear. Trading cards with information blurbs (which may be accurate or entirely fictional), buttons... you name it, there could be at least one of it out there of you! Do you object, find a seller to yell at? Do you buy out the stock and hope they disappear? Or do you collect your friends for a laugh?
Just... maybe do yourself a favour and don't check the network for offworlder fanfiction. Even if the names have been changed, some of it is far too obvious and probably not meant for public consumption.
It's... mostly harmless, and when caught in the act most of them will dramatically flee the area and attempt to film in a more subtle manner. Their attention can be short-lived if they spot another offworlder wandering by doing something more interesting and switch targets. Some will try and create drama or conflict, either between residents and offworlders (such as knocking over a store display and vanishing, leaving someone with an irritated shopkeep) or between the offworlders themselves, and generally they won't break any laws to get a scoop... but you may want to keep your curtains closed. A clever offworlder or two could probably get some annoying crew arrested for causing too much trouble, as many locals are likely to grow exasperated with it as well.
Shops to an extent are on board with capitalizing on the offworlders' popularity, however, which becomes apparent as characters might find something odd while shopping around: merchandise, representative of either yourselves or your neighbours. Perhaps some collectable figures of the great warriors of Havenwell can be spotted at the check-out counter. Or keychains showing a recognizable symbol someone wears are for sale at repair shops. Clothing of the offworlders become a popular style that transition well into the shawls and scarves that the robots wear. Trading cards with information blurbs (which may be accurate or entirely fictional), buttons... you name it, there could be at least one of it out there of you! Do you object, find a seller to yell at? Do you buy out the stock and hope they disappear? Or do you collect your friends for a laugh?
Just... maybe do yourself a favour and don't check the network for offworlder fanfiction. Even if the names have been changed, some of it is far too obvious and probably not meant for public consumption.
❥ PROMPT II: Calling Doctor Jones
Over the past year, and the past several months in particular, the locals have heard a number of requests for a more organized health care system within town, as the population of flesh-and-blood residents remains steady. While each temple has had recovery rooms built to provide aid to those who get sick or injured, it isn't their focus, so despite their best efforts they have come to recognize the need to do better.
Therefore to fill the void, this month's changes include the soft opening of the Havenwellness Clinic! Run by a local researcher of biology and a former veterinarian, Dr. Rojir, it exists not to replace the temple recovery rooms, but to give residents a more clinical and less religious location to recover from whatever ails them, as well as centralize supplies, medicine, and direct research on non-robotic species without being too invasive.
Doctor Rojir is a quiet and polite automoton with padded metal fingers designed to sense subtle differences in texture, temperature, and damage across surfaces, particularly skin. It can't feel, exactly, but complex mechanics within have been specially programmed to aid in detecting what sort of ailments might be affecting the patients. He's done a fair bit of research into the medical techniques of the past, as well as what is known thus far about the species inhabiting the world - humans especially, as there are a number of you! - but much of the information available is incomplete, since they don't have years of study to fall back on, or even a proper subject to examine, living or otherwise.
This is where you come in! There will be a sign-up thread down below for appointments, and Dr. Rojir will have a toplevel on the event post. What he's also going to do to assist in his research is pair characters up with someone unlike themselves in some way. That person is going to be your temporary research partner! You will be asked to sit down with the other person and teach one another about your status, your general health, anything that might be considered unique about who or what you are. This prompt is all about world-sharing and swapping questions with another person, and may be a great way to make some new CR, good or bad! You can request a specific partner, or have it randomized by a mod. We will try our best to link up characters who aren't in the same exact situation, physically.
If Dr. Rojir's solo appointment requests are too popular, we may schedule dates for when said appointments will occur, to avoid mod overload. You will be given a date if your appointment is going to occur later on during the event, or afterwards. We ask that you respond to the Sign-Up thread before tagging the NPC toplevel, so we can gauge interest and schedule accordingly.
Additionally, characters who are a) already volunteering at the existing temple clinics or b) medically trained in some way are welcome to volunteer to work at the clinic with Rojir. There will be a salary awarded to those willing and qualified, so it can count as a job in-town to help with whatever your monthly dora reward won't pay for. Please let us know if you're interested and qualified, and you can be added to the staff once we have the clinic added to the game information pages.
Therefore to fill the void, this month's changes include the soft opening of the Havenwellness Clinic! Run by a local researcher of biology and a former veterinarian, Dr. Rojir, it exists not to replace the temple recovery rooms, but to give residents a more clinical and less religious location to recover from whatever ails them, as well as centralize supplies, medicine, and direct research on non-robotic species without being too invasive.
Doctor Rojir is a quiet and polite automoton with padded metal fingers designed to sense subtle differences in texture, temperature, and damage across surfaces, particularly skin. It can't feel, exactly, but complex mechanics within have been specially programmed to aid in detecting what sort of ailments might be affecting the patients. He's done a fair bit of research into the medical techniques of the past, as well as what is known thus far about the species inhabiting the world - humans especially, as there are a number of you! - but much of the information available is incomplete, since they don't have years of study to fall back on, or even a proper subject to examine, living or otherwise.
This is where you come in! There will be a sign-up thread down below for appointments, and Dr. Rojir will have a toplevel on the event post. What he's also going to do to assist in his research is pair characters up with someone unlike themselves in some way. That person is going to be your temporary research partner! You will be asked to sit down with the other person and teach one another about your status, your general health, anything that might be considered unique about who or what you are. This prompt is all about world-sharing and swapping questions with another person, and may be a great way to make some new CR, good or bad! You can request a specific partner, or have it randomized by a mod. We will try our best to link up characters who aren't in the same exact situation, physically.
If Dr. Rojir's solo appointment requests are too popular, we may schedule dates for when said appointments will occur, to avoid mod overload. You will be given a date if your appointment is going to occur later on during the event, or afterwards. We ask that you respond to the Sign-Up thread before tagging the NPC toplevel, so we can gauge interest and schedule accordingly.
Additionally, characters who are a) already volunteering at the existing temple clinics or b) medically trained in some way are welcome to volunteer to work at the clinic with Rojir. There will be a salary awarded to those willing and qualified, so it can count as a job in-town to help with whatever your monthly dora reward won't pay for. Please let us know if you're interested and qualified, and you can be added to the staff once we have the clinic added to the game information pages.
❥ PROMPT III: So Very Glamour-ous
It's been a year since Havenwell officially began pulling people in from another world. Crazy, is it not? The locals can hardly believe the changes and how well things are progressing. It may not seem like much, but to them, who have seen no positive changes for centuries, it's something worth celebrating for certain. Therefore, close to month's end, they're throwing a party for everyone!
Much like the food festival half a year ago, the party will occur in one of the towers in town, on a floor large and open enough for such gatherings. It's been decorated to the nines, each corner devoted to one of the gods and their respective colour combinations (iridescent silver, pink and purple, red and white, blue and gold), with the central zone focused on Havenwell itself, a spread of tables with food galore, and an elaborate showcase of events and instances where the newcomers have helped the city, all displayed through edible arrangements: sad fork robots saved by the arrival of sliced-meat and fruits in the shape of people; tiny grape spiders breaking through a wall of cheese and crackers, fought off by celery-soldiers; a handful of cookie-people cuddling and sitting cozy or kissing. It's all very fancy and delicious enough that they've clearly put the work in to show their appreciation. They will of course urge everyone to eat and enjoy, no matter how fancy it looks. It would be terrible if it all rotted and went to waste. Once a sufficiency of food has been consumed, the tables easily move aside to make room for a dance floor, if people feel so inclined. There is a band of local talent playing a curious blend of synth and orchestral music, their style shifting suitably between fast and slow dances, so there should be a little something for everyone in attendance.
What is the dresscode for such an event, you might ask? Well, on paper the locals have stated that anything is fine, since it's your party, but the gods (not without their own sense of humour) have other ideas. Plenty of their accomplishments this year was fueled by you, but they also brought you here... thus, a few days before the party, you might find a package on your doorstep, seemingly delivered by one of the animal familiars of your god of choice. Inside the package you'll find one curious thing: the equivalent of a glamour prism, a curious bauble that could easily fit into your pocket and that alters whatever you're wearing into a single outfit that the glamour is programmed to display on you.
What outfit it is... well, that's your choice! There is no universal style. The only stipulation is that it is not a style of this world, and it is not dangerous/magical beyond the glamour's effect. The outfit feels real, and can wiggle/move/flow in the breeze as it normally would, provided the glamour is active- so rock that cat-eared beanie, roll with that floor-length cape. It can be an outfit from the character's home closet, a style of your world or another's, a fancy suit, or something silly like a dragon kigurumi. If you're not sure if what you can acquire is allowed or would require modification, please ask in the question thread below.
If your character ends up with an outfit they wouldn't wear to the dance, never fear- you can still wear whatever you like! But those gods and their critters can either be easily offended or love a good gag, so the glamour might find itself on your person in some way during the party, inexplicably active. You can deactivate it, throw it away, whatever- somehow, it just keeps finding its way back to you. Might be best to just roll with what you're given.
Much like the food festival half a year ago, the party will occur in one of the towers in town, on a floor large and open enough for such gatherings. It's been decorated to the nines, each corner devoted to one of the gods and their respective colour combinations (iridescent silver, pink and purple, red and white, blue and gold), with the central zone focused on Havenwell itself, a spread of tables with food galore, and an elaborate showcase of events and instances where the newcomers have helped the city, all displayed through edible arrangements: sad fork robots saved by the arrival of sliced-meat and fruits in the shape of people; tiny grape spiders breaking through a wall of cheese and crackers, fought off by celery-soldiers; a handful of cookie-people cuddling and sitting cozy or kissing. It's all very fancy and delicious enough that they've clearly put the work in to show their appreciation. They will of course urge everyone to eat and enjoy, no matter how fancy it looks. It would be terrible if it all rotted and went to waste. Once a sufficiency of food has been consumed, the tables easily move aside to make room for a dance floor, if people feel so inclined. There is a band of local talent playing a curious blend of synth and orchestral music, their style shifting suitably between fast and slow dances, so there should be a little something for everyone in attendance.
What is the dresscode for such an event, you might ask? Well, on paper the locals have stated that anything is fine, since it's your party, but the gods (not without their own sense of humour) have other ideas. Plenty of their accomplishments this year was fueled by you, but they also brought you here... thus, a few days before the party, you might find a package on your doorstep, seemingly delivered by one of the animal familiars of your god of choice. Inside the package you'll find one curious thing: the equivalent of a glamour prism, a curious bauble that could easily fit into your pocket and that alters whatever you're wearing into a single outfit that the glamour is programmed to display on you.
What outfit it is... well, that's your choice! There is no universal style. The only stipulation is that it is not a style of this world, and it is not dangerous/magical beyond the glamour's effect. The outfit feels real, and can wiggle/move/flow in the breeze as it normally would, provided the glamour is active- so rock that cat-eared beanie, roll with that floor-length cape. It can be an outfit from the character's home closet, a style of your world or another's, a fancy suit, or something silly like a dragon kigurumi. If you're not sure if what you can acquire is allowed or would require modification, please ask in the question thread below.
If your character ends up with an outfit they wouldn't wear to the dance, never fear- you can still wear whatever you like! But those gods and their critters can either be easily offended or love a good gag, so the glamour might find itself on your person in some way during the party, inexplicably active. You can deactivate it, throw it away, whatever- somehow, it just keeps finding its way back to you. Might be best to just roll with what you're given.
EXTRA: Characters who first arrived in this world last year might remember the Ribbon Games that were occurring in the month of their arrival, and this tradition has been brought back once again- both the temple portion, and the challenge at the party. Feel free to play with this in your prompts if you wish, though it is entirely optional!
This event will run from July 15th to 30th. Click on each prompt's title to see the text. If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the FAQ or to the Mod Question thread.
SO VERY GLAMOUR-OUS - B (Post-Proposal)
Once he makes his way to her side, he holds out an arm as he speaks, "Is a hug an appropriate means of offering my congratulations to you?"
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She notices Regis' approach, a look of confusion flitting across her face at the expression on his. His query gives her brief pause, followed shortly thereafter by her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. Despite the location, somehow she didn't account for the fact that others might witness what she did.
For all her time spent in Havenwell, she could count on one hand the number of people who have ever hugged her and still have fingers to spare. It isn't something she's ever minded, but it does mean that Regis' offer catches her by surprise.
"I— I'm not sure?" Era's voice cracks just a little as she speaks, which only serves to fluster her further. "I don't know what the appropriate protocol is for, um... this..."
She has found herself missing Edmont a great deal this evening, and Regis has always reminded her so strongly of her father-figure. The Lucian king makes Era miss him a little less keenly, which now leaves her wondering if that's fair to either of them.
"...But I wouldn't be opposed to it, regardless."
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Once she accepts the offer, he wraps his arms around her, and for a moment, tucks her under his chin. Regis doesn't know the dilemma that is going through her mind, but he would understand it if he did. He's faced a similar issue when dealing with his love for his wife and his love for Cor. They have some shared traits and his mind has tried to blur the lines at times. It's something he is still working to prevent.
After a few moments, he steps back, though he keeps his arms loosely linked around her, "I am very proud of you and give you all my best wishes for the future. The hard part is done. Now you have the wedding to think about and enjoy planning."
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Era can count on one hand the number of people who have ever hugged her, and still would have fingers to spare. The arms of Hades and Ardbert were familiar to her after months of frequent affection, leaving her wholly at ease when wrapped within them.
Regis' arms are not the same at all. He feels different, smells different, sounds different. Era stiffens reflexively when he embraces her, though after a moment—when her mind overcomes her instincts—she turns pliant and tentatively wraps her arms around Regis in turn. The hug lasts long enough for her to adjust to it. By the time he withdraws Era had felt secure in a way different than what she was accustomed to.
Her tail twitches behind her in a way that is not quite nervousness and not quite a wag, but something somewhere between.
Then Regis speaks and Era immediately goes still. When she finds her voice it is barely more than a heavily accented squeak—
"...The wedding?"
She had forgotten about that part.
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"Yes, the wedding. The thing that comes after the engagement," his words are gentle, if a little confused. Era wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, which leaves him suddenly wondering if there may be a large difference between their worlds he's not aware of.
"Do you not have weddings on your world to formalize and celebrate the union?"
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"I—" Her voice catches briefly in her throat, then drops down to something just barely loud enough to be heard: "...I may have... forgotten... about that part."
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Her problem as of late has been focusing too much on a distant, unknowable future. There was so much fear and uncertainty and guilt. She had not thought to focus on the path that lies ahead, but merely the destination she so desperately sought.
Her tail begins to shift back and forth, curling in unmistakable joy. Regis' words remind her of another's—the words her dear, beautiful branch had told her on that day Ardbert first pledged himself to her.
"'Stand very, very still. Think not of where you need to go, but where you are right now at this moment. At this time, in this place...'"
The Coerthan is strong in her accent as she echoes the Fae King's wisdom. Rarely does it rise so prominently to the surface, but it rings with the lilting tones of the fae folk themselves (and those of a small, frightened little girl who only wished to be loved).
"At this time, in this place... I am so very happy, Dad."
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After all, there is no frightened chick to distract him from her endearment this time.
"D-dad?"
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"I—" Noct had said Regis likely wouldn't mind. To talk to him about it. But Era hadn't intended to do that in-person, when it was so much more difficult to form words. "Sorry," she squeaks. "It's— I lived through some childhood memories of Noct's. The Echo? They left, um— An... impression I've been unable to shake."
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"...It may take a while, for I have great difficulty believing in my worth. As Era, that is—I am well aware of my worth as the Crystal Bearer." Era offers him a wane smile in return.
"...But if you've the patience, I will do my best until you needn't believe it for me any longer."
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It can be a kind of father-daughter bonding experience, though plotting weddings and picnics would be a lot more fun version of that. In the end, they take what they can get.
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It takes her a moment to process the gentle squeeze. Worried that she had been too slow to respond, Era is unintentionally very not gentle with the squeeze she gives in return.
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Regis chuckles softly in response to the harder than expected return of his hug. Once more he rests his head against the top of Era's head, though it is with over-exaggerated 'defeat' this time, "Oh no, my daughter has found my weakness and is exploiting it! What will I do?"
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The strength of her hug eases into something a bit more agreeable. Her tail twitches behind her, uncertain, though when Era finds her voice again it is coloured with good humour.
"Your weakness being hugs you need to slouch for?"
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"But you're the king," Era points out. "Can't you change tradition to something better and tell the people who get mad about it to sod off?"
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Besides, it is only hurting himself. The battles he has to save energy for are the ones that affect others.
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Era can understand his logic, having had to pick her fights with care every so often. The difference for her is that such fights were always so very literal.
"...Politics." Era uses it like a curse word, and says it with a sigh that is both bitter and exasperated. "I've neither the mind nor temperament for them. The only diplomatic 'skill' I have is leaving dismantled governance structures in my wake."
She grumbles a bit more, sad and angry on Regis' behalf.
"If I were king and had such a precious son, I'd put that skill to use if it'd mean I could hug him all I wanted and people'd mind their own damned business."
Which makes it very fortunate that she isn't and doesn't. Gods help any nation with the bad luck of her at its helm.
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There are times--especially since coming here--that he wishes it were different, especially since finding out Noctis is the Chosen. They may not know what that means for certain, but it doesn't take a genius to see that Noctis' dance will be different than his father's is.
"Balance has to be found and precious moments enjoyed wherever they can be. Here, at least, we don't have to worry about politics. I merely have to worry about embarrassing him by being too much of a father."