♥ September Event Log

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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...

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❥ 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:

1. 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.
   
2. 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.
   
3. 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.

❥ 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....?

❥ 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.

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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!

Comments

[carbungle]

That's good.

[Umbra barks, tail wagging again. Clearly he approves of a fellow good doggo.]

What do you mean, you hadn't met him as a dog?

[pinkmin]

[Very good doggos were very good!]

Ah. Yes. I had only known him in his human shape when he came by the library.

Not everyone at school that was shaped like a human was actually one.

[carbungle]

Wait, he could change to different things? And there were more people like that?

[THAT'S SO COOL...]

[pinkmin]

Just the two things, I'm pretty sure. But yes, many of the students and teachers came in their natural forms and learned to look like a human. It made classes a bit easier.

... I'm the same.

[carbungle]

[His brows furrow at first, then widen, more surprised than anything else. He hadn't expected that answer. Rather than directly responding, he lifts a hand to point at the spot on his own head where, if he was her, his own flower would be. Is that why...?]

[pinkmin]

[To be honest, that initial furrowed brow spiked that low-key anxiety that had been simmering since she got to Havenwell. It was quickly proven unfounded, as far as Vianca could tell, and she felt all the lighter for it.

She followed the arc of his hand. Oh! Yes. Vianca nodded. That was why.]

[carbungle]

[Once it's confirmed, Noctis lowers his hand, smiles, and nods. That's also very cool, and now he's wondering what her other shape is. Maybe he'll see it one day! (Would it be rude to ask!?)

Either way, now probably isn't the time or the place, so he settles back down to let her continue her story.]

[pinkmin]

[Maybe someday!!

For now, Vianca just turned a little bit pinker to match her hair. As nice as the moment made her feel, she still looked lost for a second up there on the make-shift podium.]

Um... So. He wasn't the Grim either, and eventually I was able to find Ai.

... That's the end.

[carbungle]

[Oh, uh. Should he clap? Are you supposed to clap when the stories are finished?

...He awkwardly claps. Whether he's meant to or not, who cares. Kid deserves it for braving the stage.]

Cool.

[pinkmin]

[Oh. Clapping! And he wasn't the only one! There were still a few bystanders around. Was she supposed to... bow? Or something? That was too much. She did bow her head, briefly, before that parchment that held all her secrets went up in theatrical flames to more cheers. She forgot about that part!

She made a little sound of surprise, taking a quick skip away from the area to take a seat near Noctis and Umbra.]

Thank you for listening.

[carbungle]

You're welcome, I guess. Not like I had to do much.

[...Oh, wait.]

Hey, I didn't fall asleep. Nice work.

[You know what that means!? High! Five!]

[pinkmin]

[Is that.. really enough to warrant a high-five!? She still wasn't that acquainted with his sleepy prince tendencies just yet. Vianca was bewildered enough to not even hesitate this time, gently tappity tapping his hand with a blink.]

I wouldn't have minded. You should rest if you are tired.

[carbungle]

You're probably one of the only people that know me who'd say something like that.

[Poor Vianca. She'll learn in time his insatiable need for naps.]

[pinkmin]

[Until that fateful day: ???]

Huh? But if you don't rest you'll get burnt out...?

[carbungle]

Yeah, you'd think.

[Much like the Hulk, that's his secret (that isn't really a secret because everyone knows it): he's always tired.]

Iggy says I sleep too much, though.

[pinkmin]

I see...

[Sure, she'd caught him napping on a bench, but that was one (1) time! She'd just have to keep an eye out and come to her own conclusions.]

Well. You can still take a nap now though, if you'd like. I can wake you up in a little while.

[carbungle]

[He's about to protest, but he's yawning even as he opens his mouth to do so, which makes him think twice.]

...Okay, may as well. It's still way too early for me to be up. [He gives Umbra's fur a ruffle and lies back down, head pillowed by crossed arms.] Keep her company, will you bud?

[He'll be out in like thirty seconds, just watch.]

[pinkmin]

[She watched. ...And there he went. That was actually kind of impressive! Now she was just curious about how far that talent went.

It only took Vianca a few moments to settle in between Boy and Dog. There were many pets to be had, and stories on this tablet that she could read out softly to the good doggo. Sleep well, Noctis, they'd roll you over later so you could get home before anyone worried.]