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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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Well ch'yeah, she's got that whole bar to run by herself. And me giving her that certificate of magical completion? Well, that can only put a little more oomph into her next zaparoo to whatever idiot who crosses her.
[Not that he actually did anything, but Ren was that sort of person who worked harder when someone believed in her. And Taako believed in her, in his own way.
His ears twitch again at the mention of going home though and flatten against his head.]
But uh...yeah. I'll hook you two up. [If he remembered. If this didn't all get ripped away from him. If he could even recall who Lup was when he went home, if the moment he stepped back into his time and place, that he wasn't bereft of his heart again. Taako feels the terror of his nightmare grip him again and his hands tighten in the blanket.] You- you two can gossip about how awesome I am.
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[She's got all sorts of fun stories about the girl's apparent cooking hero, after all.
Ren isn't really what she wants to talk about, though; it's a means to an end, an opening. A sliver of more things she missed- and more things she watched, when she couldn't do anything else.]
...That was nice of you, y'know. To give her that.
[And she knows he knows, but... well. It's important to acknowledge this sort of thing sometimes. Only sometimes, so he doesn't get too squirrely. It's sort of like training a really cagey cat.]
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Ugh, I know you will.
[He doesn't believe for a minute that Lup won't absolutely ruin his carefully cultivated image with Ren in the first five seconds. She'll probably tell the story about how he stabbed himself in the leg or how he blew up the first souffle they ever attempted.
He was like 14! Give him a break! That was basically a baby in the kitchen trying to make rocket science happen!
But then she has to go and needle at him and he huffs, pulling the blankets closer around himself.]
Pfft, whatever. I took her diamonds, I had to give her something in return.
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[Her tone is softly teasing again, and she shifts her position enough to wiggle her feet under the blanket with him. It's getting cooler at night, gotta warm those toes. And she knows better than anyone Taako's reputation for happily taking what isn't his with no recompense. For him to actually put the time in and give Ren something? It means she earned it, or he liked her. Or both. And in this case she suspects the latter.]
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Fantasy Jesus, Lulu!
[He whips around, throwing the blankets off to cover her with more force than was probably strictly necessary. And if it meant he got to squirrel out of a weirdly uncomfortable conversation? All the better.]
Your feet are cold! Wear socks to bed, you ice pop!
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Socks can't chase away that old undead chill. Save me, broooo--!
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[He screeches again as she keeps touching him, scooting around so his back is to the wall as he tries to use his feet to push her away.]
Oh my gods, stop! I'll turn you into a radish!
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[She lifts her legs so her feet meet with his in the middle, releasing him to grasp the bedframe instead as they have a mini-battle, foot to foot.]
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[FUCK her feet are so cold! He'd just been getting used to it with Kravitz before, but the months of sleeping alone again had desensitized him to how utterly frigid the undead could be. Lup was nowhere near as bad as the Grim Reaper but it was the principle of the thing!
Taako grits his teeth and pushes back at her feet, trying to move so he can get a foot on her leg or her middle or anywhere else to give him leverage. He has to admit though...this is better than the panic from earlier. And he's even having fun - not that he'd ever admit it. She can probably tell what with how he's barely keeping back a smile behind all his griping.]
Why are you the worst sister to ever be born?!
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You should've asked me that when it happened, it's too late now!
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[Taako shrieks and bats at her fingers, twisting this way and that to get away from her.]
Oh my gods, I thought we were supposed to be sleeping! Why?! Are you?! The worst?!
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Shut up, oh my god! It's the middle of the night, you're gonna wake somebody up!
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[He can't get anything else out because the pillow is muffling his protests as he slaps at her hands. Beneath the fluff though can be heard a string of grumbling that might be something like "It's all your fault" or it could be "The pepper and salt." Who knows, it's a mystery.
Or it was until he suddenly Blinks and disappears from the bed.]
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Ohhhhh, how sad, my brother has abandoned me... my only comfort is to sleep in his bed now, in that warm cozy spot he left behind. Too bad he can't enjoy it anymore.
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KING OF THE MOUNTAIN!
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Get off, you overgrown blanket! No more pies for you at bedtime!
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[He tries to hug the mattress, snickering as she jostles him, fingers clutching the fabric as tightly as he can.]
It seems my bed is protesting? How odd! But it's so comfortable that I just want to go right back to sleep, right here!
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[Ugh, brothers are the worst. If the shoulder shove isn't working then she relocates her hand to his face, casting Prestidigitation to send the smell of the nastiest, most rotten-egg fart right up his nose.]
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I was going to move! You didn't have to rip one right in my face. Gods, Lulu, are you not getting enough fiber in your diet or what.
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[She sticks her tongue out at him, wiggling to get in a more comfortable position and to keep his elbow out of her stomach.]
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[She's wiggling to get more comfortable, but now he's trying to get in there and tickle her.]
You'd be lost without my food and you know it!
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My stomach's fine without you, thanks! Ah, fuck- trim your nails...!
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You'd whine without my cooking and you-- [He has to bite back a very unsightly guffaw as she hits one of his worst ticklish spots, scooting to the side as he keeps going in turn.] --trim your nails. Mine are perfect!
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[Isn't it already morning, it's like 3am or something.]
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You're just jealous that mine grow out so nicely.