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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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[They both knew where Noctis was even with all the monochrome with Vianca holding fast to his hand. So let's! Proceed! To this very cozy temple! Let us find the coziest of benches.]
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Noct's never been before - still not one for religious fussing, even with the marks of several Astrals tied to his soul - so entering the place has his gaze drawn pretty much everywhere. Umbra finally stops his wandering and trots along at their side, instead, quiet but just as attentive.
And of course Noctis immediately looks towards all the cat motifs, and then to the silhouette of a feline wandering about not far from the entry.]
Oh! I see one, over there.
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Vianca had reached out to gently stroke Umbra's fur, looking around for Benches. There were a few prime candidates, but ohoho. An cat! Wow!]
Ohh, I haven't actually seen too many. They might like the stories too.
[This called for a wave.]
Hello.
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...Guess cats are the same no matter where you go.
[It's okay, kitty. He loves you anyway.]
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[It was comforting that even a godly cat could just. Be a Cat. Vianca watched it go for a moment, and then looked towards where the 'festivities' were happening. She was used to seeing people standing, but there were a few benches and soft sitting cushions pulled out for Maximum Story Time.
Vianca gave his hand a very soft squeeze, pointing towards them.]
There are places to sit over this way.
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You want to hang out and listen for a while, or get up front and tell a story? I can back you, either way.
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I'll try telling one.
[She led him over. Let's! Get! Comfy! (Sort of.)]
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He follows along where she leads, though, taking in the sights of the temple as they pass it by. Since she knows where they're going, he can focus elsewhere.]
It's a lot like Rawna's- they really like decorating with whatever animal the god is, huh.
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It might be more appealing than decorating with their focuses... [Some of those concepts were easier to visualize than others.] They have dragons there, correct? Have you seen any?
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Yeah, I've seen a few. They usually hide up in the rafters, though, away from people. Just... watching.
[Which admittedly is very apathetic, and suits the god's apparent speciality, but still.]
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Mm. They and cats have that in common then.
[It seemed that Rawna and Ohma often went hand in hand, so animals of similar temperament just went right along with that.]
Maybe they will say hello when they are used to you.
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[Even if the dragons are pretty cool.]
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[From what Vianca could tell, the people that frequented the temples seemed to be some of the ones that didn't have a lot of other places to be. In part based on her own experience.
Behold. They'd made it to Story Time Central. It looked like they had just missed a whole thing, because there went a cheerful procession of natives on their way back to the things that they spent their time doing, not cooped up in temples. That was fine, a smaller audience meant she wouldn't have to shout or anything, right?]
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...Anyway. He gives her hand a light squeeze, pointing a finger towards the central "stage", or whatever counts as one. It's more of an informal podium, but the implication is obvious. Wanna try it?]
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If she could do that, she could do this!
Gently squeezing his hand back as thanks, Vianca nodded.]
It might be short.
[Which probably wasn't an issue. Vianca made her way over, letting Noctis pick a seat. Well. She took a breath.]
Umbra reminded me, but there was another time I thought I saw a Grim.
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It was a couple of years ago, in the middle of winter. The Academy had been hit with a very bad blizzard that went on for a whole weekend. The power was knocked out, and the backup generators failed an hour into it. It was very cold.
And very dark, even in the daytime.
I was trying to find my sister, Ai. She was not where I had left her, and she was hurt. I did not want her to be lost.
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I didn't know you had a sister.
[...Actually it occurs to him that he doesn't know that much about her, period. Which means now he's really going to be paying attention.]
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Oh, yes. Quite a few. They have all found new families though, Ai included.
[They were all vibrant, happy people that were nice to be around. It made perfect sense that they would have been loved that much. They were safe and cared for, wherever they were now. That's what was important.]
She was the only one still at school with me at the time. If she wasn't with her friends, I knew she'd be looking for me, so I went to look for her.
I was going down a long, dark hallway when I ran into someone else. It was very... Hm. Spooky. Boo.
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[He grins, making spooky hand-wiggles, then gives Umbra a meaningful glance; the dog wags his tail and lifts his head to howl, very menacingly. Or cutely, depending on your perspective.]
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Vianca nodded sagely at these displays, mimicking the hand-wiggles with tiny hand claws of her own, echoing once more:]
Boo.
We went to go find Ai together. But some things... had happened, before.
[Vianca paused very briefly, considering the course to take with this. The Grim was the point of this story, after all! So she continued on, setting out the rest of the story in the same manner as explaining VR cafes or that she had many sisters.]
Everything else happened very quickly after that. I remember they grabbed my hair very hard, and then I ran away.
[At some point she'd been raising her hands, carefully settling them against the braid that crowned her hair, seemingly pinned back by the flower nestled behind her head.]
They caught my flower and ripped my petals. After that it was very, very dark.
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[He tilts his head, not really getting the connection. It's obvious she's protective of that area - she'd demonstrated as much from the headpat - but the through-line isn't there in his mind yet.]
It's a special flower then?
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Yes. It's... a part of me.
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[Context! So helpful.]
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Mm. I feel whatever happens to it. [So ripped petals were. Not fun.]
I don't remember much after I hit the wall, [YOU DIDN'T MENTION THAT PART] but when I woke up there was a dark shape standing over me. I was very sure that it was a Grim and it was going to eat me.
... Actually, even if it wasn't a Grim, I think there was a moment where it almost ate me, but that didn't happen.
[Obviously.]
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