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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.
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This is a sitting-down question.
[ She begins leading him to a corner table; somewhere more private than where they are already. ]
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Suddenly he's regretting this, stumbling along behind her.]
I- sorry, I didn't mean- we can take another day if you want, you were gonna see Ardbert-
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I've a date with Ardbert later.
[ She takes a seat, pulling the neighbouring chair out for Noct with her tail, then laying it neatly across her lap.
Then she pulls a thermos from her pocket, along with two tea cups that she promptly (pointedly) fills with rich, creamy hot chocolate from the thermos. ]
...It depends upon the day. The guilt I feel. [ Era wraps her hands around her cup, letting the warmth slowly seep into her skin. ] Some days there is none, and the next I feel it two-fold.
But the relationships between Hades, Ardbert, and I were... complicated. Unique in a way that was both a blessing and a curse. I think you would understand it better than most, given the resemblance you hold to your ancestor.
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...Yeah, hit the mark on that one.
["Complicated"... a little ironic that such a simple word could describe something so big and messy as either of their situations. Different as they might be, he can recognize the similarities all the same, especially in how it affects those involved.]
I don't know if I'll ever understand that. It would be one thing if we were just similar, but... last month, when our ages kept changing? One morning I woke up older, and it was his face I saw in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. How do you end up with that, after a hundred generations? Is my face even mine, or did the gods pick that too? [He rubs at his eyes, making a soft sound of confused irritation, and sips at his cocoa to keep his hands busy.] It would be my luck if Bahamut chose me for the irony, and not because of any inherent skill.
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...During the time of shared nightmares I saw my soul's original face. Had I been human we would have been all but identical.
I had already known he thought of her whenever he looked at my soul. I hadn't known he saw her every time he looked upon my face.
[ She stares at her hot chocolate, mind elsewhere. ]
...Even the name I gave myself turned out to have belonged to her. That woman he loved and loathed for twelve thousand years.
It leaves me wondering what is me. Is this my face? My name? Are my feelings my own, or are they hers?
Were the feelings Hades nurtured for me because of her, or because of me?
[ Era pulls her cup closer to herself, though doesn't yet drink of it. ]
...I feel guilty for doubting his affection. I try to think instead of all that he did to allay what doubts festered, and it helps.
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He knows he's a different person. Even if he hadn't met Somnus here, he would know- he'd felt the souls in the ring, heard the Founder speak, and their voices were nothing alike even if their faces were the same. And shared souls don't mean as much so long as Era herself forged her own identity, right? They don't have to be shackled to... whatever the hell this is.
Still. Still. It's... frightening, and there's no Astral or Crystal on hand to answer questions. Not even Somnus is here to guide him about it, and Ardyn was left just as clueless. It isn't fair- if they have to carry these burdens, they should at least fully understand them.
He shakes his head, forcing himself away from that particular issue. Paranoia won't get them anywhere.]
I... don't doubt anybody else. At this point, it's me who's got the problem. It's hard to think about letting myself be happy, when I know she can't be.
[A part of him knows it's stupid- a complete double-standard, and not the sort of punishment she'd want for him. It's not a feeling he can just unfeel though, either.]
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It's... very hard. I don't think it will ever not be hard, Noct. The grieving. The guilt. That hole left behind in your heart.
It will get easier though, when the wound is not so fresh.
[ Era finally drinks of her hot chocolate, inhaling the scent. It isn't the same as Haurchefant's, but it is enough. ]
I'm fortunate in knowing that Hades encouraged us. He loved us both, albeit to different degrees. Ardbert and I are both pieces of Hemera's soul. It was an inevitability.
Even still, sometimes I wrap myself in his robes, breathe in his scent, and wonder...
[ She sighs, soft and weary. Places her cup down on the table, then lifts her hands to her auracite pendant. Clutches it close to her breast. Tenderly strokes the facets of it as she speaks up again: ]
Sometimes I feel guilty for not feeling guilty. All these beautiful moments I have with Ardbert now... Ones Hades will never experience...
But then, for all his years I was the first lover he had who knew him. Who he could be open with, and take off his many masks. Even if it was for such a short time... Remembering the things I was able to give him... That helps. I know he was unspeakably grateful for it.
So I— I suppose... The advice I would give to you is to have something of hers to carry with you always. A token of remembrance, kept on your person. Always within reach of your hands.
My pendant is a shard of the auracite used to kill him. It contains a small fragment of his aether and his soul. [ The wry little smile on her lips says she knows it's kind of messed up. ] Hades teased me about how morbid it was, but I know he liked the sentiment.
It brings me peace. It is an acknowledgement of his existence and what he meant to me. And it... helps. Especially when Ardbert and I are intimate, and he takes the time to press a kiss to my pendant. It's— It just... helps a great deal.
Even if what I had was not so morbid a thing, it would still make me feel like I was able to share my experiences with him.
You and I are similar in enough ways that it might help you, as well.
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Luna... she was tethered to the prophecy, too. To her family legacy. She understood better than anyone, the weight he'd been feeling this past year, and she too was... tired. Hurt and overburdened. She wanted to be happy. And she loved him, as he loved her. She would want him to be happy, somehow.
He finds his hand wandering to his neck, fiddling idly with the chain that disappears beneath his collar. The ring had been her gift to him, but that isn't the same at all. He'll find no warmth or comfort in the cold metal of that which steals life and whispers to his soul when he touches it. But there must be other options.]
...I'll... give it some thought, [is at last his murmured reply, barely audible over the party's ambience.] I've got Umbra and Pryna with me until I figure something out. They were her Messengers, like Carbuncle's mine.
[It isn't the same thing at all, he knows. He can hardly carry an entire dog around with him everywhere, and like Carbuncle they come and go as they please, though not nearly as often. Still, he's found no greater comfort in the moments he misses her most than Umbra's soft tongue on his cheek or Pryna's knowing eyes. They miss her, too.]
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...I am a skilled goldsmith. It's the creative craft I've the most mastery in.
Most things can be incorporated into jewelry, whether by mixing or embedding, or even by means of a locket.
[ She enjoys jewelry, though she wears little of it. ]
If you would like, I could help you design something made just for her, and help you create it with your own hands.
The offer will always stand, so you needn't feel pressured to answer. Take what time you need.
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I didn't know that. That's... that's good.
[He's not especially confident in his ability to design jewelry, but he'll try to come up with something. Maybe he should ask Pyra for advice, too. Would that be weird? He should definitely let her know if he's going to be wearing a memento of Luna around. Even if he figures she would understand, it sounds like something that a current girlfriend ought to be told. Even someone as clueless about relationships as him knows that.]
Um- thanks, for all of this. Sorry to be a downer on a day like this... I think it might help, though.
[Maybe when it all sinks in properly and he's able to consider his situation better. As with all things, there is no instant cure, but... hey, who knew. Talking about these things does help in small doses. This goes against everything he's ever been taught, and that too is going to take some time to adapt to and accept.]
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[ She takes another sip of hot chocolate. ]
Feelings are not something you can ink into a calendar, nor are they something to be ignored.
I'm just glad to be able to help.
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You did. And thanks for the cocoa, too. [It's warm and sweet; even such a little thing helps him feel a bit better. He drains his cup, lifting it in a subtle salute and a tiny smile. Goes down much easier than the wine they'd shared earlier, that's for sure.] I'll be okay. You should find Ardbert, maybe salvage this lousy atmosphere.
[He wants to see her succeed! And if they're both meant to believe themselves worthy of happiness after everything that's happened, then it's important to support things like this.]
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[ You should find Ardbert
There is no finding him, as she always knows precisely where he is. She looks at Ardbert from over the top of her cup. He catches her eye and smiles.
She promptly blushes and looks down at her cocoa, which only serves to broaden Ardbert's smile. ]
The atmosphere is never lousy when you've good company.
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[His smile does broaden a bit, so if that was her goal, it was a success.]
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[ Era crinkles her nose, playfully sticking the tip of her tongue out at him through a smile of her own. ]
Have you tried any of the food here yet? I should probably feed my soon-to-be-husband, lest he expire from hunger.
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[He sits up a bit to look over the tables, scanning until he finds one to point at.]
That one- see the fruit wall? They really nailed the flavours on those. I guess it's been long enough that they're finally getting good enough with food that it tastes the way it should.
[...More or less. There are still some... accidents.]
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[ She's trying to be more cautious, since she no longer has a healer who can teleport to her in an instant to help. ]
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[They look and taste like vegetables so that's a big nope from him.]
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That's good to know, thank you.
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Speaking of-]
I'll keep an eye out for Ardbert's big grin after you ask him. Let me know how it goes.
[Since she's already determined that he'll say yes, he won't bother to wish her the luck she won't need.]
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[ She gives him a cheeky smile and a little wave in farewell as she heads off toward the food. ]