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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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You so do not seem like the paperwork type to me. My condolences. I mean, I have to go through debriefings and mission reports and stuff back home, but it's not too awful. I'd be horrible at any bureaucratic stuff.
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Trust me, I'm not. I'm just lucky being the gatekeeper means I have the least of that stuff out of the four of us! Nobody tells you that you practically become a government official as an Elite, you know?
I mean, we're not really a branch of the government, in any of the regions we're in. But we may as well be. They lean on us a lot for our area of expertise, and how much influence we've got over so many people.
I missed this notif, nooooo
That's pretty crazy. I would've loved to see you really in your element as...quiznak, I keep forgetting your job title thingy.
Rude DW
We're called Elites! The Elite Four, specifically. One quartet for each region involved in the League, all of us protecting our own Champion.
I put on a damn fine show, if I do say so myself. Especially if you're a sports fan! I'd love to put on an exhibition match for you, but there aren't any other trainers around to battle against..... The best I could do would be me or Deja showing you a memory of one.
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I definitely don't doubt you put on a heck of a show. You're as dramatic as I am. [Grin.] I mean, if it were somehow possible, I'd be all up for seeing a memory. Sucks that there aren't any other trainers about.
[There's a pause.]
Unless you battle against Keith and Kosmo.
[Laugh.]
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I wouldn't say no to sparring with him, but he and Kosmo are used to a real battlefield. That kind of mindset can be hard to untangle for just a friendly match, you know?
But here's a fun fact for you. Did you know that Xatu were once considered emissaries of the gods? It's because they're said to see all things, past and future. If they choose to, they can even share their visions with people.
[All that to say his Xatu is basically the coolest thing ever, thank you very much, and memory sharing is totally possible if she's willing to cooperate.]
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Good point. Keith has a tendency to get kind of, uhh...intense. And I don't doubt Kosmo could be the same if Keith raised and trained him.
[He's seen the pupper be ridiculously fierce and even downright violent in fights against the Galra. But at the same time, he's also constantly rolling over and asking for belly rubs, so there's that too.]
Yooooo... That is so cool. Does that mean your Xatu can like, tell you the future?
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[His English is great and 100% fluent, okay, but sometimes he mixes up some overly complicated words.]
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[Look, even native speakers have trouble with those words.]
I'm sure she'd be happy to show you a battle if you ask, though! A little entertainment can't mess anything up, right?
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[Always trying to fix things, this guy.]
You're right about that. I think I'd really like that, honestly.
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[It's more than a formality, apparently; the Xatu is clearly considering the request as she looks at Lance. Whatever she's thinking about or looking for, though, she seems to be satisfied with the answer; Deja flutters to the couch from where she had been sitting, regarding Lance with bright eyes.]
Just look into her eyes, and she'll show you what she wants to.
[He'll find a massive stadium once he does, jam packed with Pokémon of all sorts alongside screaming, cheering fans. Across the arena, a boy enters to face Will, hardly even as old as Lance himself. A dramatic greeting, answered by a fiery challenge--Will had better get ready to call him sir, because starting now, he's going to be his new boss--, and a nearly invisible force field snaps into place so the battle can begin.
And what a battle it is! Ferocious creatures battle not only with tooth and claw, but vicious blasts of elemental force, even bolts of lightning called straight from the clouds. All of it is directed by shouted orders and punctuated with banter as they vie for the upper hand; high above, commentators narrate the action and discuss strategy as close ups, slow action replays, and crowd reaction shots play on huge screens.
It's a close, tense fight, but he pulls out a win in the end. Deja wheels overhead, letting out an eagle's shriek of victory; Will throws his arms up as the crowd roars. They meet in the middle to shake hands and share a few words once the force field drops--on his end, encouragement and advice, on the boy's, vowing to beat him next time. As his challenger slinks away, Will addresses the crowd, directing them in a round of thunderous applause.]
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His eyes flicker over to Will every so often. It's clear he's absolutely in his element, and his passion is undeniable. Of course, he finds himself cheering him on, and is delighted to see him ultimately win.
Eventually, the vision fades, and he comes to. Lance's head still feels as if it's swimming a bit.]
Holy crow... Will, that was awesome!!!
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[Look at that smug smile, he's proud of himself for landing such a solid position.]
How're you feeling, anyway? That kind of thing can be kind of overwhelming if you're not used to it.
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'm alright, I think? A little dizzy and just...it's hard to explain. It's kind of like when I mind connect with the other paladins when we're forming Voltron, but also different.
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