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♥ September Event Log
September (Ohnir) Event Log
Ohnir is in full swing now and the weather, while still boasting hot days, is starting to cool slightly at night. The residents are recovering after the lightning storms from the previous month and, curiously, most of the robots that had been damaged in the storms are back. They don't look the same as before, but they seem to act the same, still happy, still thankful that the offworlders are here. A few even thank those who carried their bodies to the temples with small gifts of painted stones. Havenwell continues as it always has and welcomes their new arrivals with a few rather odd changes...
❥ PROMPT I: Robot Crossing
Now that all the new and old arrivals have mingled and met, the robotic natives start pointing everyone toward the VR cafes. The bright lights and cozy insides have been decorated with fake leaves and carved and painted plaster approximations of fruits and vegetables in odd colors. When an offworlder comes in, they explain that back when they were still in their flesh bodies, the month of Ohnir was one for harvest and celebrations of the summer bounties. Now, without any real farms or need to eat, they've translated the Harvest Festival into a game, so why not play?
Logging in with another character will net you a little farm and a variety of games to choose from:
As always, when playing the game, the picture and quality seems to increase as long as you're in contact with another person. Once the games are over and your scores tallied, the cafe attendant walks over and asks to see your communicators. To the winners, he or she attaches a little floating charm in the shape of one of Aellyn's weirder fruits. It looks like a cross between a blue rambutan and the hala aka puhala fruit, and it's called the sikheen fruit here. The sikheen are extremely rare nowadays, but their appearance is so unique that Havenwell residents still like to remember it for the Harvest Festival. Enjoy your prize!
Logging in with another character will net you a little farm and a variety of games to choose from:
- Pick and harvest as many Aellyn vegetables and fruits as you can before the timer runs out! The more you pick, the better your score. Work together with your partner to clear the field in any way you can. Strangely, once you finish clearing a tree or a field row of their bounty, they seem to magically refill when you turn your back. Oh well, at least you won't run out before the timer hits zero and with the sheer number of levels and combinations of trees and fields with obstacles in your way to make harvesting a little more challenging with each new level, you certainly won't be running out of things to do.
- With a partner, use the giant slingshot to launch comically large fruits into a garden patch of other colored fruits. Match a line of 3 or more similarly shaped fruits to clear it from the field. The more fruits you can clear, the higher your score - aka welcome to Fruit Crush. Stack lines of 6 or more to get shining clear diamond fruits that clear the entire row and snag yourself some bonus points.
- You and your partner(s) are given a magical golden pumpkin and it's your job to grow it into the largest pumpkin possible. Why? There's a county fair of course and the largest pumpkin wins! But how do you grow this pumpkin? Well, there are a lot of methods! You could gather up materials and work together to stick it to the pumpkin until it absorbs them and grows. You could do a song and dance routine together to encourage the pumpkin's soul to grow big and bright. You could hold hands and share stories and entertain the pumpkin until it feels encouraged enough to grow on its own. The possibilities are endless, so get to work making the best pumpkin that (digital) fair has ever seen!
As always, when playing the game, the picture and quality seems to increase as long as you're in contact with another person. Once the games are over and your scores tallied, the cafe attendant walks over and asks to see your communicators. To the winners, he or she attaches a little floating charm in the shape of one of Aellyn's weirder fruits. It looks like a cross between a blue rambutan and the hala aka puhala fruit, and it's called the sikheen fruit here. The sikheen are extremely rare nowadays, but their appearance is so unique that Havenwell residents still like to remember it for the Harvest Festival. Enjoy your prize!
❥ PROMPT II: Paint by Number
The new arrivals get to enjoy Havenwell in all its glory for about a week before suddenly, one day everyone wakes up to find the entire city has gone gray. And not a natural, nice gray either, but a strange dull, lifeless gray. Everything from the sky to the houses to the grass to the native people have all turned the exact same shade of graphite gray. Even the natives are confused and the devout flock to the temples while the science-minded head to the labs to study this new phenomenon. The only ones who seem spared from this strange color drain are the offworlders and the statues of the gods in the center of town. Or, well, at least most of the offworlders are spared. A few people might notice that their colors aren't as bright as they once were, or that parts of them are starting to turn gray as well. Those offworlders unlucky enough to lose some of their own can touch another player character to regain what was lost easily enough. Overall though, no one seems harmed by this sudden loss of color, but they're certainly perplexed.
A few days later and round silver platforms start showing up around the city, dragged out of storage by the natives. The first arrivals might remember these as the fireworks platforms that are activated by people standing and holding hands on them. The temple priests and scientists encourage the offworlders to stand on the platforms again and to hold hands or engage in some other sort of physical contact on them and wait.
When characters do as asked, the platforms shoot fireworks like they did before - in brilliant colors instead of the dull gray everywhere. And wherever the sparks fall, color starts returning to the world in splotches. The natives are overjoyed and move the platforms all across the city, asking the offworlders to find and use them wherever possible to return the color to their town.
A few days later and round silver platforms start showing up around the city, dragged out of storage by the natives. The first arrivals might remember these as the fireworks platforms that are activated by people standing and holding hands on them. The temple priests and scientists encourage the offworlders to stand on the platforms again and to hold hands or engage in some other sort of physical contact on them and wait.
When characters do as asked, the platforms shoot fireworks like they did before - in brilliant colors instead of the dull gray everywhere. And wherever the sparks fall, color starts returning to the world in splotches. The natives are overjoyed and move the platforms all across the city, asking the offworlders to find and use them wherever possible to return the color to their town.
❥ PROMPT III: Sharing is Caring
Ohma's temple is particularly lively during Ohnir and the priests are busy cleaning and sweeping, decorating it with rolls of parchment and digital inkwells and quills that write as if they were actually fountain pens. The natives, especially adherents of Ohma, start to make pilgrimages to the temple in little processions, some playing music, others flying banners. It would probably be far more impressive if the colors weren't still so gray and splotchy, but they're trying their best.
Anyone who chooses to follow can observe the natives going up to the altar and sharing stories with one another. They talk about things they did over the past year or things that are far, far in their past. Some of the stories are happy and result in the procession laughing and some are...well, not everyone came back from the lightning storms. The priests diligently write every story down on those parchment rolls and deposit them onto the waiting altar, where they're summarily lit on fire to the cheers of those present. The more emotional the story it seems, the brighter and bluer the flame that it emits and the louder the procession cheers.
As the file out, they notice you watching and urge you to go up with someone else in the temple to clear your heart and offer up your own stories. They can be stories of home, information about your worlds, or stories about your life. It seems the more personal the story, the brighter the flame though and the more Dora that will mysteriously show up in your account at a later date. If the priests are asked about this donation later, they're just as perplexed. No one they know would have paid anyone for an offering to Ohma, so where could it have come from....?
Anyone who chooses to follow can observe the natives going up to the altar and sharing stories with one another. They talk about things they did over the past year or things that are far, far in their past. Some of the stories are happy and result in the procession laughing and some are...well, not everyone came back from the lightning storms. The priests diligently write every story down on those parchment rolls and deposit them onto the waiting altar, where they're summarily lit on fire to the cheers of those present. The more emotional the story it seems, the brighter and bluer the flame that it emits and the louder the procession cheers.
As the file out, they notice you watching and urge you to go up with someone else in the temple to clear your heart and offer up your own stories. They can be stories of home, information about your worlds, or stories about your life. It seems the more personal the story, the brighter the flame though and the more Dora that will mysteriously show up in your account at a later date. If the priests are asked about this donation later, they're just as perplexed. No one they know would have paid anyone for an offering to Ohma, so where could it have come from....?
❥ PROMPT IV: Sleep Sweet
With Ainea's temple familiars finally back where they belong, quiet returns to the city at night. We're sure that first long uninterrupted sleep felt heavenly, right? Although there may not be color in the city, the world of dreams at least is fully technicolor and safe. Which might be weird for some characters in case they don't normally dream or remember their dreams because now everyone is dreaming at night. Most of the dreams are the usual variety that your character always has, but every so often in the midst of a pleasant dream about home or a funky one about flying pizza (whatever it is you usually dream about, we don't judge), there's a glitch.
Out of the corner of your eye or just on the edge of your vision, a person appears. Their face can't be seen and their arms are longer than they have any right to be, but they appear and stand there, watching. Trying to focus on this person causes them to flit away and it's easy enough to dismiss as a random event, until it keeps happening. And it keeps happening, and it keeps happening, and every time you see this person, they get closer and even less distinct. Waking up and talking to or holding someone might help calm that disquiet in your heart, offworlder, so hopefully there's someone around to help you.
Out of the corner of your eye or just on the edge of your vision, a person appears. Their face can't be seen and their arms are longer than they have any right to be, but they appear and stand there, watching. Trying to focus on this person causes them to flit away and it's easy enough to dismiss as a random event, until it keeps happening. And it keeps happening, and it keeps happening, and every time you see this person, they get closer and even less distinct. Waking up and talking to or holding someone might help calm that disquiet in your heart, offworlder, so hopefully there's someone around to help you.
This event will run from September 16th to September 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 on the OOC Entry.
Feel free to also use the OOC Plotting Post for planning what your character is up to!
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[Regis laces his fingers together as if a demonstration is somehow necessary, then laughs and takes the hand offered to him.]
...but I don't think it would count. Shall we?
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[Will wags a finger on his free hand at Regis, playfully scolding as he tugs the man up to the altar.]
Any requests, then~?
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I am hardly going to be picky as I suspect any story you give me from your world will be fascinating, though if you really want some direction, I would love to know more about the Pokemon that inhabit it. Are you tired of talking about that topic yet?
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[Regis has met his Flareon before, so that's probably going to be more interesting to him than just discussing random facts about about Pokémon, right? Not to mention who he'd gotten it from.....]
She's one of the few I've raised straight from the shell; she never had a chance to be wild.
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So she's been part of your little family her whole life.
[Regis settles down, pull Will down to sit next to him.]
How old is she?
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Oh, I'd have to check a calendar to know exactly how old..... But I think she's three now? It's hard to believe how fast time flies!
Anyway, I got her in Veilstome City, in Sinnoh! I visited Sinnoh pretty late in all my traveling, but it's a beautiful place. And so is Veilstone! It's tucked up high in the mountains, surrounded by great views and forested trails. The main reason I went was actually to challenge the Gym leader, since I was doing the rounds of all the Leagues I could.
Aside from that, though? I'd also heard some pretty impressive stories about a local trainer and breeder named Reggie. So I thought I'd pay him a visit and chat a little. Maybe he could give me some tips!
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His name was Reggie?
[Oh, come now. Really? Are you pulling his leg, Will?]
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[Will just grins at Regis' skepticism. No, he's not pulling his leg--but apparently he had chosen the story partly because he thought the coincidence was funny.]
As it turned out, the stories were true--not only is he an amazing trainer who's been all over the map, but he's such a sweetheart, too. Nothing like his little brother at all; I have no idea what happened there, but it's a real shame.
Anyway, needless to say, we hit it off right away! So he offered to show me a few tricks he'd picked up during his journey; he'd found a nice little spot further up the mountain, not too far from the city. We were going to train up there for a while, then make it back to town in time for dinner, but--well, you know how unpredictable the weather can be up in the mountains.
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[Can't have anyone bringing shame to the name now, even if they are on a far distant world.
Of course, Regis' amusement flees as soon as Will mentions their little trip.]
Surly someone who lives near the mountains should have known going into a trip with such expectations is a recipe for trouble. Why, it's practically an invitation to Shiva to dump a blizzard on you.
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[He just laughs at the declaration, shaking his head.]
We didn't get a blizzard dumped on us, at least. It was just rain! But it was a lot of rain, and it came down really hard and fast. We were heading back to town when it started, and--well, have you ever been on a dirt and gravel hiking trail when it's pouring? Absolutely everything turns into a slippery mess! Even when it's not windy, it can get real treacherous.
Neither of us managed to keep our footing, but Reggie was closer to the edge--and it was a pretty sharp drop! I managed to grab him before he fell, but that left me with only one hand to cling to a rock and keep us both from taking a nasty tumble. And believe it or not, I'm not that much stronger than I look. I was afraid both of my arms would get pulled off!
[Haha, yes. Because anyone would really look at him and think he was built for power and endurance, right? Have big, dramatic gestures with his free hand, as though he's desperately reaching for someone, then his arm stretched out overhead, clutching some invisible handhold tightly.]
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You've carried me with your powers.
[It seems like a simple answer, but perhaps it's too simple?]
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It was my Kadabra! He actually remembered which ball held which one! And the thing that evolutionary line is best known for is it's amazing skill at teleporting. We were back on solid ground in a flash!
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I should have thought of that. It's a bit like warping. Warping myself hardly requires thought, but when I take someone with me it becomes much harder.
[His expression brightens a great deal once he hears the end of the tale.]
A proper sense of observation and attention to detail. My friends tease me sometimes because of my unending questions, but sometimes those details can be the only thing that divides life from death. I am glad to hear things resolved themselves so well.
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[Have a playful grin; as far as he's concerned, that comparison is flattering in both directions.]
Anyway, it was storming so hard, we could barely tell which way was up even with a compass, let alone how far we were from town. Teleporting back there blind seemed like a bit of a gamble, but we did have some spades in our pack!
So we managed to dig out a little burrow under a rock spur to hide in and wait it out. It took a few hours to blow over, but we passed the time trading disaster stories about our travels; this wasn't the worst scrape either of us had been in. I bet we were a real sight to see once we got back to town.....
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A long, warm shower probably never felt so good, yes?
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It felt amazing. We were a real pair of Mudbray by the time we got back!
Once that whole adventure was out of the way, though, he said he'd sell me an egg from his latest clutch for the special discounted price of cute baby pictures. And it hatched into my little girl!
[His grin turns positively devious now.]
Little did he know he'd just ordered me to blow up his Pokégear for months. I had no choice, after all--she was an adorable pup. All the pictures turned out cute.
[And there you have it, Regis, the origin story of your favorite firefloof.]
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[Sorry, Will. Eos doesn't have horses, which mean Regis has no idea that 'braying' is a sound a horse makes. At least the 'mud' part makes sense?]
Well, if he is anything like me--and we have already proven he is--he probably enjoyed those pictures a lot more than he let on. Who wouldn't enjoy such adorable pictures?
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Anyway, they really love playing in mud, so they're usually absolutely caked in it! If they don't get enough time to wallow, they get really stubborn and upset--sometimes their health even suffers if they go too long without it. Their coats and skin suffer a lot without the minerals and moisture.
[It's hard to describe Pokémon without a good reference point! He can at least explain the reference though, if nothing else.]
I sure hope he enjoyed them, considering he's practically her uncle! He's a breeder, he's got to be weak to cute babies.
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It sounds as if it is something that could be compared to a chocobo--at least, in the kind of work it does--just with a lot more mud involved.
[For the record, most chocobos are not fond of mud.]
Either that or he has built up a tolerance for them, but no matter which is true, he must still be fond of them. Taking care of babies, even if just for a little while, is not an easy task and it is one he has devoted himself to.
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[Will just grins, spreading his hands invitingly.]
Now that you know how it's done, I believe it's your turn?
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[Regis gives him a gentle bump to the shoulder.]
Though you are going to have to help me narrow down the options. What kind of story do you want to hear?
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[Well, he certainly has plenty of those, but he's already telling Rin about the talking octopus daemon and telling Noctis about the adamantoise. What should he...
Ah ha! Yes, that should work.]
Shall I tell you the story of Prince Reggie's quest to find the magic cookie?
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By all means!
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It all started when Prince Reggie was celebrating his 5th birthday.
[Is he pitching his voice to be all dramatic like? He sure is, the big idiot.]
Mr. Magic Chef, the head of the kitchen staff, had promised him a magic cookie after his birthday dinner. It was going to be made with special ingredients from the fairyland of Altissia and everything! Prince Reggie looked forward to tasting this cookie the whole week because Mr. Magic Chef said it would taste like a dream and he had never tasted a dream before!
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