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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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[The situation hadn't yet been resolved the last time she'd left the house, and she certainly hadn't left once it started physically affecting her personally. Honerva turns slightly to peek at him, to catch a glimpse at how he stands out compared to the lack of colors in the house, as much as she just as quickly shifts back.]
It would be... a relief to him, and to others, to have this resolved.
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[He inches closer to the couch.]
It shouldn't be much of a surprise, seeing as they like touchy-feely stuff here. You just have to make contact with someone. ...I mean, the cat...
[He says "just", but he knows it's not that easy for some people.]
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At Prompto's words, Honerva is quiet for a moment as she considers this, while there's a quick sort of quiver to her shoulders, as she softly laughs.
Because when such occurrences tugged on her often frayed grasp on herself it was hard to put that back into perspective, even if it was such a simple solution that most people were able to adjust to it quickly. Being knowledgeable of the concept of comfort and accepting of it just did not come naturally for her even if she was in need.]
Perhaps he is trying to remind us of the gift you once wished to give me.
[A way to ask without... asking.]
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[He closes the distance to the couch, and reaches out to give Kova a little pet for being so good. He doesn't comment on the laughter, though it makes him feel a little sad.
He close enough that he could touch her easily, but he won't without asking.]
Is it alright if I give you a hug?
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It is... not necessary for you to ask, Prompto.
[She lowers her arms from where they were tightly crossed, and lifts up her head just enough for her to look at him properly. The laughter's gone, she just really did not want to be seen like this.]
If you are willing... then, please. Do not allow me to take your presence for granted again.
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When have you ever?
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Still, there's definitely a change for his efforts; she's feeling much warmer already, the color and warmth returning, first to her clothes before it begins to show an effect on her skin.]
... When I first met you, you know. Things were very different.
[Not that she likes to keep referencing it, but with the way the old look had almost crept in and took over, hard not to.]
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[He'd never really thought that she would be taking him for granted. But he also just ... doesn't think like that. And if it helped her in the end, he doesn't mind.
He's happy to see color returning, and rubs her arm, as if that will speed up the process.]
It's cool. We're in a good place now, yeah?
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He'd always been patient and kind and never... quite pushed her one way or the other.]
We are.
[The additional contact is comforting, and seems to help; the color returns to her hands, and then finally, her face, up to the tips of her ears at last. She places her hand over his, and sighs softly in some relief as the warmth returns, before turning her head to look up at him proper.]
... I appreciate the rescue.
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[He means that. He gave her coupons once. He's also not going to move until she tells him to.
He does smile over to the cat.]
Look, Kova. Mama's feeling better.
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There's no questioning that Kova is appreciative, the cat making a pleased sound when his name is called, and stretching up to give Prompto a thank-you boop before settling back down for scritches.
She's also not inclined to move just yet, even if it surprises her that he lingers still. Perhaps that shouldn't be a surprise.]
That reminds me... there is something else I ought to correct.
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He pauses.]
How's that?
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[Granted at the time, she couldn't, not really. Her title had been all she'd really had and even that wasn't applicable anymore. Thanks to Taako, though, she knew it must have been... over a year, for them.
As for Kova, he seems content in the spot he's settled in, now that he can get pet and his Mama isn't hiding herself away.]
It seems fitting to do so, after... a rescue. My name is Honerva.
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[He draws back enough to really look at her. This is a big deal, right? It feels like a big deal.]
That's really pretty. Would you rather I use that from now on?
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Gently, she pats his arm again.]
... thank you. Please, I would prefer it.
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[It'll take a little getting used to. He gives her a little squeeze.]
Thank you for telling me.
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[It was so disarming, the gentle way he accepted such things about her. But since he had always been, it was easier to be more open with him now.]
... it is still something I am still getting accustomed to as well. I had... forgotten it, and many other things, for a long time.
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[He has a vague recollection. Calibrations. A dark room and a baby's cradle, and a sad memory.]
I can't imagine how hard that would be. I'm sorry.
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[She's quiet for a moment.]
To... remember is what is difficult, when most of it remains just out of reach. There is also balancing the knowledge of all you had ... done while having forgotten. It changes perspective, but not the time that has been lost, or all that has occurred during that time.
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That's why you were different back then?
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[She's quiet for a moment again, allowing her fingertips to trace light circles on his arm.]
It didn't... feel quite real at first, having to... accept that personal information. Let alone the fact that my surroundings had changed as well.
[Being drawn to a completely different universe where the people around you treated you differently, on top of realizing you were actually a different person... what a way to turn reality upside down.]