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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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Cor, I think anyone would understand if they saw you two together for more than five minutes. How couldn't I know?
[Seeing the two of them..... it's painfully sweet, to be honest. They make each other so happy, and he adores Reggie, himself--how could he possibly mind, seeing how perfectly they fit together, seeing something so deep and warm and real?
He's never needed the world. He's never even needed to be someone's world. He's only just starting to learn how to even share his world, for that matter, with anyone with even the remote possibility of staying.
His relationships have only ever lasted a week or two at most, after all. Just long enough to have a little fun, to share some precious moments to remember and treasure..... and then he moved on, because there was no reason to stay. Nobody has ever needed him for more than a joy ride, all sleek glamour and exhilarating speed and playful romps. He's still friends with some of them, chats on the phone, even visits a few because they get on so well.....
But they all had their own lives to pursue, and he's only really started trying to put down roots since he'd arrived in Havenwell, knowing there's simply nowhere else he can go.]
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[A frown, not his usual strained neutrality but something softer, almost apologetic. He doesn't want to push Will away, he really doesn't. Having the younger man around is one of the highlights of his day and he's entwined himself so neatly into Cor's routine that the idea of losing him is horrible. Not the same blind panic that losing Regis would cause but-- ]
His Majesty will always be my priority. He must be. Noctis as well... Everything I am is to support my King and my Prince. To see the Dawn returned to our People.
There's so little room for anything else, Will.
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[Will has no intention of trying to convince Cor of anything he won't decide himself, eventually, even if he was able to do so. He doesn't mind playing third fiddle. He'll take what he can get--however little that ends up being, whatever shape or color it might take. It's been a long time since he's felt like he's able to just..... fit, in a place or with a person.
It doesn't matter what capacity Cor decides he wants him in, just so long as he does.]
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[He deserves someone to treat him like the center of their universe. He deserves the kind of love that people go to war over.
The thought brings to mind a memory. Regis even younger than he is now. There's a gala of some sort, people dancing, Cor standing to one side at attention, alert to danger as always. Regis is talking with a dark haired woman that Will might recognize from other memories. Aulea is positively radiant, laughing and smiling. And she turns to meet the glowering gaze of a severe man in raiment even heavier than Regis'. Aulea smiles serenely, holds his gaze, quirks a brow and then smoothly returns to the conversation at hand.
And the look Regis gives her. Adoration and reverence and like she is the only thing in the entire world worth looking at. Absolutely smitten.
That is what Will deserves... the sort of love that makes all the world fall away. Something Cor will never be able to give anyone, not even his King. He's too well trained to lose himself like that. ]
I will not stop you from finding that. You're far too young to weigh yourself down with someone like me.
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Even if he was able to, though..... he wouldn't have even considered stepping between Regis and her, seeing the look on his face. Isn't that the sweetest thing he's ever seen?
It's absolutely heartwarming..... but it's not for him. Nobody would feel that way towards him--and even if they did, he has no idea how to be someone's everything. He weaves into and out of people's lives, ornamenting them without lingering long enough to be a centerpiece.
Will shifts a little, lowering himself back to standing properly on the ground, and nuzzles into Cor's neck instead. Is that better?]
You give yourself far too little credit, you know that?
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And you give me far too much.
[But isn't that some of the appeal? That Will encourages him and believes in him. Not the Marshal. Not the Immortal. Just Cor. Not because he's a well trained soldier but because, somehow, Will thinks he's a good man.
It's all a little too much but not in an overwhelming or panic inducing kind of way... but a way that makes his insides go all fluttery and-
Well it makes him want to try. To be more than just a tool but someone deserving of all this bewildering affection Will bestows on him.]
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[There's a lot that really should be made up for, after all. Missing credit, missing time, missing confidence, missing support..... Cor gives so much already, after all. How could he not deserve to get a little of it back?]
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[He sighs, leans a little more heavily into Will. For a moment he stays just like that, holding him, enjoying the press of warmth against his chest. Then he tips his head, nuzzling into Will's hair, breathing in deep the sweet scent of him.]
I... don't want to let you go.
[And somehow he feels guilty for that.]
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Then don't.
[That's just all there is to it. If Cor doesn't want to let him go, he's quite happy to stay right where he is, warm and safe in the arms of someone so much stronger, body and heart alike, than he could ever hope to be.]