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♥ December (Ranir) Event Log

Two cardboard robots wearing santa hats in the snow
December (Ranir) Event Log

The end of the year is here and winter has arrived. The chilly fall weather quickly gives way to cold days and colder nights, perfect for snuggling and watching the first dusting of snow fall. It doesn't seem to stick for long, but it's certainly a beautiful sight to watch out of your windows. Ranir is the beginning of Rawna's time to shine, but the god of apathy breeds apathetic followers and priests - or he usually does. Maybe it's due to the influence of all the offworlders for the past year, but this year? Ranir is strangely familiar in its festivities...



PROMPT I: Bring Out Your Pens
a stack of envelopes and a pen

No one is quite sure how, but over the past year, the natives have come to learn about a very particular figure in many of the offworlders' legends. He appears one time a year, shrouded in mystery, visiting in the dead of night, only to vanish until the next year. This godlike figure has piqued their interest to say the least and once Ranir is in full swing, offworlders who are aware of the legend of Santa Claus will start seeing some robots, especially Rawna's temple priests, wearing that familiar red and white outfit around town. They're carrying sacks on their backs and going door to door, electronics buzzing with excitement as they find anyone they can to shove an actual pen and paper into their hands.

"All hail the Santa of Clause!" they exclaim with glee. "Hail to your winter god! Nail your socks to the wall!"

Anyone who receives a letter set in person will then be told to write a letter to the Santa of Clause (and the robots ARE checking spelling. Who's ever heard of Santa Claus? Clearly you're mistaken and need a spelling software update) asking for a present, to a friend in town, or to someone back home. They won't leave until you write your letter, either. Whether it means they have to follow you all day, all week, or straight into your homes, they will complete their duty to the Santa of Clause and appease his great and terrible appetite for grammatically correct letters. For those who are lucky enough to avoid the robots in person, they may find a letter set in their mailbox one more with similar instructions about to whom they should be writing and a cheery announcement that someone will be by later to pick the letter up.

The sheer volume of letters being passed around town, however, is more than the robots alone can deliver. Soon enough, they start reaching out to the offworlders to help deliver the letters to their intended recipients, whether it's other offworlders, natives, or to temples to be placed upon the gods' altars. Anyone who is willing to help out will be given a small token of appreciation in the form of Dora, but more importantly, a larger gift of the Santa of Clause approved uniform. That's right: a Santa costume. If you're delivering letters, you must be wearing a Santa costume or you'll anger the Winter God, Santa of Clause! Or so the natives believe. So get into the holiday spirit and dress on up!

Those who wish to write letters to someone who is no longer among the city population or those who have never been here are more than encouraged to do so. In fact, Rawna's temple priests seem particularly interested in having people come by to read those letters directly at their temples to tie this offworld holiday into Rawna's typical purview. Read your letters to your loved ones or just read a letter detailing what you want for the holidays at Rawna's temple to unburden your soul as the year ends. Maybe you'll walk away feeling lighter than before.


PROMPT II: This Isn't What I Ordered
pencil sketch of a dragon in flight dropping a package to a woman with arms outstretched

At the end of the month, characters will wake up to light scratching at their doors. The sound is enough to get anyone's attention, especially if the scratching is at their bedroom doors, rather than their front doors. When people go to investigate, they'll find a little rainbow dragonling at their feet looking up at them expectantly. By the dragonling's side is a box of varying sizes, decorated and topped with a holographic bow. Once the dragonling has determined that you recognize the package is yours, it slithers off back to where it came from, escaping your house with surprising ease.

Opening the package will reveal one item from your character's life. That's right, it's a regain event! The item inside the box is familiar to your character and it might bring a smile to their face - or it would if it wasn't just....slightly? Wrong? For whatever reason, it seems this year the gift giving went a bit awry and all the items delivered by the dragonlings are off in some manner or another. For example, you might have gotten a box set of your favorite books from home! But they're all in a language you can't read. Or you may have gotten your favorite sweater back! But it's fourteen sizes too big and looks like it was sized for a T-Rex instead. Or your favorite gun from home is now bright neon bubblegum pink instead of that sleek and cool gunmetal gray. Oh and the bullets shoot flowers instead of, y'know, bullets. Whoops.

Whatever the problem, every gift received seems to have something wrong with it. As the complaints start rolling in, the temple priests will try their best to fix it by having all willing characters come with their malfunctioning gifts. A few trials and errors reveal that the best way to get things right again is? You guessed it: positive contact. Any temple will do for this, but Rawna's temple is naturally the busiest seeing as it's sort of his holiday and thus, sort of(?) his fault. Come with a friend or a frenemy or just a straight enemy if that's your flavour, place both of your gifts on the temple's altar, and just hold on tight. Once contact is initiated, the gifts will start to glow with a soft light; and the longer the contact is held, the brighter the light gets. It can take up to an hour depending on the level of wrongness your gift went to in order for the light to grow bright enough to flash and set the gifts back to their original forms. But there are rumours that talking about the gift you received and why it is significant to you makes the process far faster, resulting in a light that might flash as soon as you finish your story. Just be sure to hurry to correct this mistake. Some of the temple priests hypothesize that the corrections can only be made so long as Rawna's power holds sway.

OOC: These items from home must be approved by a mod. They cannot exceed the Medium Item regain limit. It cannot be a power or other ability. It cannot be something your character did not own or have knowledge of in their canon or their CRAU. Please post your regain request in the Regain Request thread before threading out the receipt or restoration of the item.


PROMPT III: Ghostly Consequences
young boy sleeping in bed hugging a glowing moon

Toward the end of the month, people begin having dreams of Havenwell. That's nothing truly unusual, certainly, as it's quite normal for dreams to mimic one's daily life. What is unusual is that these dreams feel...real. Too real. And the people in the dreams are ones that may or may not be familiar to you. The faces of the dream people resemble those of the ghosts that took over Havenwell a month or two prior, and they seem to be going about their business as if they lived in Havenwell. In fact, they seem to be living your lives instead of you, living in your house, sleeping in your beds, working your jobs, talking with your friends. No one in the dream seems to notice the switcheroo and try as you might to interact with people in the dream, it looks like you've taken on the role of ghost. Thankfully, these dreams are innocuous and short, snapshots of your life rather than full length dreams and are over quickly.

However, before each dream ends, the ghost living your life turns to you and puts their hands together in a pleading gesture. What do they say? That differs for each person.

For most offworlders, the message is the same. The ghost puts their hands together and says:

"Balance must always be kept. Nothing shall die here that He does not allow. Your sacrifice is balance, and balance must always be kept. Some must die or all shall perish. These were their promises and their demise."

But, if your character touched a ghost in the previous event, you will receive a PM from the mod account soon with your specific message. Keep an eye out for your message.

The dream ends once the message is delivered and you'll find yourselves not where you remember - your bed, your sofa, wherever you went to sleep - but someplace new. Apparently the dreams have caused some minor sleepwalking and you may just find yourself waking up in someone else's bed or up a tree or about to buy that super expensive plastic model of Havenwell's latest holomovie starlet. Whoops.




This event will run from 15 December to 31 December. 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. You can also use the Havenwell Status page or the General Plotting Comment to give you other ideas for original prompts!
lunaelucem: (mRcr0IV)

[personal profile] lunaelucem 2020-12-28 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[She makes a sympathetic noise, reaching up to pat his arm lightly.]

At least Carbuncle is adorable enough to warrant forgiveness. Gentiana often used her mischief as a way to test my abilities as the Oracle. It could be quite frustrating at times.
carbungle: <user name=fontech> (176)

[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-29 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
So... you're not a fan of mischief?

[Does he need to rethink his devious plan? Because he will. He will resist for her.]
lunaelucem: (BXqtROn)

OH NO my html, she was broken ;<

[personal profile] lunaelucem 2020-12-30 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't say that. I quite enjoyed all the stories of the pranks you've played on Ignis and the others over the years. And Umbra and Pryna's antics have always been charming, too.
carbungle: mirrorcoated @ dw (30)

shh i wasn't gonna judge

[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-30 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Huh... okay.

[Maybe he can recruit Umbra to help pull a fast one on her at some point. All in good fun, of course! But she's supposed to be here learning how to enjoy herself, so clearly that makes it his job to discover all the ways he can get her to laugh.

Historically not his best skill - more Prompto's forte than his own - but dammit, he'll figure it out. For now though, they've more or less reached their goal, and he gestures towards a tree just off the path with a curious branching pattern- a distinctly stereotypical deciduous shape, but clearly sprouting coniferous needles on each branch.]


Oh hey, check it out.

[It's also a very purple tree.]
lunaelucem: (UcEQAgd)

[personal profile] lunaelucem 2021-01-03 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[She makes a small, fascinated noise in her throat. She steps off the path to put herself right in front of the tree, and immediately starts patting at its trunk and needles...turning her back to Noctis.]

Incredible. Even the trunk is purple, not just the branches as I'd been expecting. And such a vivid color, nearly like a pansy. In all my travels I've never seen anything like it.
carbungle: mirrorcoated @ dw (34)

[personal profile] carbungle 2021-01-03 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh.

[Yep, very pretty, very interesting. He's not even looking at it. Instead he's crouching down, scooping up some fresh, clean snow from the path edge and smooshing it together between gloved hands into a perfect snowball. Now to focus... aim... POW, right in the middle of her back.

Should she look back at him, he's looking as innocently as possible in another direction entirely. Not him, no sir.]
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[personal profile] lunaelucem 2021-01-08 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Lunafreya lets out a decidedly undignified yelp, her arms coming up to touch her back. Her coat weathered most of the attack, but the sharp cold of it still pierces through the fabric, and she involuntarily shudders for it.]

What— [She turns and narrows her eyes at him. Oh. Is that how it is. Two can play at that game. She keeps her voice bewildered as she kneels down, quickly packing a snowball while he's still looking away.] Noctis, did you happen to see who threw that snowball at me just now?
carbungle: <user name=fontech> (161)

[personal profile] carbungle 2021-01-09 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Heck that was a cute noise she just made. He's desperately fighting back a smile as he glances sidelong at her, feigning all innocence.]

A snowball? No idea. I just saw Umbra run by, maybe he wanted to play.

[Look, he'll even do her the courtesy of showing his back to her, pretending to look for a magic dog who is absolutely staying out of this (for now).]
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[personal profile] lunaelucem 2021-01-09 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That mischief maker. I see he's only gotten worse since I last saw him.

[Lunafreya walks over to stand next to Noct, sighing with the put-upon sigh of a woman who is prepared to scold someone—

and then dumps a whole mess of snow onto Noct's hair.]


If he wants to play, then let's play.
carbungle: <user name=fontech> (278)

[personal profile] carbungle 2021-01-10 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite knowing it was coming, he can't quite withhold the indignant yelp that suddenly drags out of him- mostly because a lump of snow went right down the back of his jacket. He was expecting a snowball, not a cascade.]

Unfair! That was way bigger than the one that hit you!
lunaelucem: (UcEQAgd)

[personal profile] lunaelucem 2021-01-15 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
As far as I know, there are no rules to snowball fights, Noctis.

[She chuckles and at least does the decent thing of brushing loose snow off his shoulders, but she doesn't seem apologetic in the least.]

Especially for those who scapegoat innocent Messengers.
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[personal profile] carbungle 2021-01-16 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He huffs a breath, feigning exasperation, but he can't hold onto it for long, letting it shift into a smirk as he lifts a hand to muss at her hair. His snow-covered, gloved hand. A subtle revenge.]

He'd totally have cooperated. I'm his new favourite.