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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.
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I'm used to being on the other side. Chasing after others and... never able to reach them. But I have been the one being chased more and more lately.
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[Ardyn glanced away himself, sounding like he was prying even that admission from his throat.]
Something's wrong.
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[Concerning is an understatement but he's so damn tired he doesn't really have the brain power for something with these sorts of implications.]
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Well that and assurances that everything's going to be just fine. [The eye roll says exactly how much he believes that.]
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So I suppose we're merely stuck like this, for now.
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[He hadn't quite been pushed to the point of demanding he be allowed to crawl into bed with Regis just yet.]
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Why aren’t you trying to kill me.
[Nailed it.]
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You are, very much, not the man I knew you as. Of all of us, perhaps, I have seen the worst of what is to come. If there's anything that can be done to change it we must start somewhere.
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[It didn't make sense. If Lucis hated 'Adagium' so much even now, and if-]
...Surely you must realize what it was that killed all of them that night, because it damn well wasn't only Niflheim. Why don't you want me dead, even if for that alone?
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Because you were defending yourself and they were following their King's orders... Mors lived up to his name, though. His solution to most problems was simply to kill it.
[He glances back towards the bedrooms, lifting his mug in the direction of Regis' door before draining it and cursing himself to not have a convenient item to fiddle with anymore.]
My King does not react so quickly with violence. A change is in order... so we'll all do what we can.
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[Hands fidgeting restlessly, Ardyn didn't look entirely convinced it was.]
...I'm not worth the effort.
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Trust me, I've no room to make judgments.
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[He broke off abruptly, hands falling still and eyes not remotely meeting Cor's.]
...I've no reason or desire to solve problems with bloodshed, I am not my brother. Certainly, I've killed daemons and aggressive wildlife to protect myself, but my blade was not given to me that I would take human lives. I am a healer, I should...I was meant to be saving people, not...not whatever in the gods' name happened on Angelgard that night.
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There. You've answered your own question.
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Whatever you may do in your future, you've shown a very different character here from what I know and moreover you have not offered violence to me or mine. Let me assure you if that changes I will be the first to put you down.
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[He sighs, rubbing at the tension coiling up from shoulders to neck to the furrow of his brow as though rubbing at his forehead would be nearly enough to unwind it all. Then he sets his mug aside, sitting up instead of lounging on the couch to explain more clearly and earnestly.]
Besithia, for example, may not have the sheer level of insanity he will in a few years yet but the basis for it is there. The man is a cold-hearted sociopath, even now. There's a linear progression of curiosity and ambition to madness and cruelty.
But with you...
There's no reason for it. There is nothing in you that makes any kind of sense with the man you become in my time. Except, of course, some interference or trauma from the Empire.
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[Ardyn took a deep breath, scarred hand running back though hair blighted violet.]
I am...perhaps, one with a tenuous grasp on sanity. And Verstael, for as much as I begrudgingly owe him in a twisted sense for releasing me from a prison I never wanted to leave...well, you rather have the shape of it. He's a well-intentioned madman, but a madman all the same. It is no difficult thing to believe he and his Empire alike could turn resentment into heartless fury.
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I think, whatever the Empire did to you, the man I’m sitting here having a rational conversation with is not only saner but a good deal less miserable than the monster I knew back home.
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['Saner' was a low bar to pass by the sound of it. And while 'miserable' was a strong word, he wasn't exactly happy with existence or anything in it.]
Regis is...different. Were he pretending just to earn my trust for some reason then he'd be so good a liar I can scarce even comprehend it. He isn't like my brother--or at least, he isn't like what my brother turned into.
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[He can't help it. Cor actually smiles a tiny bit, huffs a breath that's almost a laugh.]
The man cannot lie to save his life... quite literally on more than one occasion. Give him another five years or so and he'll get a great deal better at phrasing things so that he never has to. Necessity and tragedy both force him to develop that habit... but it goes against his nature to lie.
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Forgive me that's... I can see how it would be true but you learn a great deal very quickly then. Ardyn Izunia, Chancellor of Niflheim. Don't be at all surprised if Prompto or Noctis, possibly even Ignis, slip up and address you as such. You held that position for many years.
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