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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!
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noctis lucis caelum | ota

[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-15 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( ii A: well this is awkward )

[Getting a package at the door is always kind of a mixed bag, but whatever the hell is going on right now is only making Noctis more wary. There's a moment of excitement as he opens the box to discover his old cosplay inside, and then it fizzles out as he realizes... the fabric is patterned wrong. In a really unfortunate way.

He's going to make his way to the temple to see if there's a way to fix this, so if anyone wants to help or just question his taste, he's trying to sneak through the city carrying a robe with the Niflheim empire emblem peppering its fabric. He's really not pleased.]


( ii B: well this is... embarrassing? for you maybe )

[Once his costume is fixed, he's absolutely wearing it. Hood up, knives on, he's perching on rooftops, lurking around corners, hiding in things that can be hidden in. He's bored and giving himself a day for absolutely shameless fun. Feel free to catch him in the act. He's an assassin, and maybe you're his target today.

Not for killing, though. He's just creepin'.]


( prompt iii: he's a cat. he will scratch you. )

[The cool thing about warping and phasing powers is you can get through solid objects pretty easily. The bad thing about said powers is if you use them when sleepwalking, you can easily get into someone's bedroom.

So, hi. Noctis is curled up in your bed, and he's very difficult to move or wake up when he's well and truly out of it. Good luck!]


( iv: wildcard! hit him up with anything.)
carbungle: mirrorcoated @ dw (29)

locked to luna

[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-15 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a nice day! And nothing insane has happened yet. Noctis had asked Luna to join him on a little walk, showing her the sights- he figured she might enjoy checking out the nature conservatory, and he's hoping to show her that despite everything that's changed since last they met, her happiness is still high priority for him. It's a lovely afternoon, snow falling gently...

...snow that... huh. Looks like it packs well underfoot. Interesting.]


Ever seen a purple tree before?
scourgingstars: (auroram videre potest)

Ardyn Lucis Caelum | ota

[personal profile] scourgingstars 2020-12-15 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[i; rawna's temple ]

[By now, Ardyn knew better than to resist the natives for all that long. They were, to say the least, very stubborn. Even so, t here really wasn't anything he would have asked for, and no one he knew back home that still lived. Which made writing them a letter a somewhat dismal affair, he had to admit.]

[Even so...'dismal' didn't necessarily mean 'pointless'.]

[Which was how he came to be staring thoughtfully at a blank page and turning a pen over and over in his hand, obviously debating over both what to do and how to even begin. The eternal problem of blank pages.]


[ii; various ]

[Disjointed nightmares that walked the border of the mundane and surreal were no new concept to Ardyn by any means. But living through them for endless ages did nothing to make one truly accustomed to them, and this was no exception. It came in flashes no longer than a minute or so, yet each feeling like torment lasting hours.]

[Cooking at home and gently dissuading a tonberry from climbing to the silverware drawer. Discussing magic with Era in words too indistinct to be overheard but a demonstrated flicker of a crystal blue Armiger. Working at Affurgato while humming a vague but cheerful tune.]

[In Ardyn's place through it all was instead someone else, living a life that had already been stolen once. No matter what Ardyn did--no matter how desperately he pleaded with Honerva walking hand in hand with his replacement, no matter how he shouted for Noctis to realize he was still here while the two sat across each other over a chessboard--he didn't exist to them.]

[Or worse, he'd been forgotten. Deliberately erased and lost to history, abandoned to waste away in darkness again.]

['Your sacrifice is balance-']

[Ardyn barely heard the words spoken to him, a message he would have to examine in detail much later. What he did immediately register was the part that struck like a sword in his chest.]

['Some must die or all shall perish.']

[Bitter rage and ancient resentment boiled in blood that had long turned to poison, a hatred he'd believed himself having left behind returning in force however briefly. Damn the few to save the many, and care nothing for the trail of blood in his wake? How very like his dear brother that was. How very willing he was to sacrifice what he once claimed to love when it was of no use to him.]

[Ardyn could end up in a myriad number of strange places in the middle of the night; the edge of the city, the roof of Ainea's temple, or even only as far as the kitchen. But wherever his unconscious wanderings had taken him, there would be the occasional small dark wisps of darkness coming off of him, and a faint aura of something wrong in the air.]

[...And occasionally a very concerned tonberry, perhaps, having followed and clinging to his leg.]


[iii; wildcard]

[i'm sorry i had feelings and wrote a novel y'all know the drill]
scourgingstars: (i see my red door)

ii-b

[personal profile] scourgingstars 2020-12-15 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Someone was definitely watching him. Which would usually have been unsettling, if he wasn't already unsettled enough by what his own delivery had been. Today was just shaping up to be one of those days, apparently.]

[Regardless, if this was happening he'd just casually stop walking like he'd meant to hang around in that particular area and see what his apparent second shadow wanted to do about that.]
carbungle: ponponpon @ dw (47)

[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-15 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Noctis watches him move, waiting at the corner. He debates his options; he could drop the guise of stealth and just walk over, call out to give Ardyn a heads up, or just leave entirely and find a new person to bother... all perfectly normal human behaviour.

What he does, instead, is do a weaponless warp to riiiight about the middle of Ardyn's back, plant two hands on his shoulders, and parkour-hop up to leapfrog over him.]


Target eliminated!
this_loser: (01 grin)

[personal profile] this_loser 2020-12-16 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ia. pen to paper ]
[Prompto has no objections when the robots come around asking for letters to some "Santa of Claus". In fact, there are several people on his list who deserve a letter on their behalf, and he is happy to write a letter for each and every one of them.

He'll eagerly offer up suggestions for anyone struggling with their own letters.]


[ Ib. ho ho ho ]
[He's equally happy to dress up as the Santa (what an honor?!) and help deliver letters around town. He's going to be the best Santa mailman ever. Maybe even take a selfie with him in his awesome costume while he's dropping off your letter? He's going to ask, anyway.]

[ dream a little - Locked to Ignis]
[The dreams are...weird. But aren't all dreams a little weird? He watches on the sidelines as someone else plays with his camera and takes pictures of the resident animals, and laughing at something Noct has said.

He shivers violently. Why the hell is so cold?]
blindedbyloyalty: (126)

Why his own prompt of course

[personal profile] blindedbyloyalty 2020-12-16 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Prompto had been lucky that Ignis was outside, it was a nice day out with the snow falling around him. He's in his jacket and normal clothing as he lets the snow crunch beneath his boots.

He stops as he nearly bonks into someone shivering violently - what the? A hand reaches out to grab onto Prompto's shoulder, unaware of who he's grabbing onto. ]


Are you alright?

[ Whoever this is, shouldn't be out in this cold if they're shivering this badly. ]
this_loser: (00 firelight)

[personal profile] this_loser 2020-12-16 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[The touch is enough to pull him to alertness. He blinks, startled and confused, to find himself...outside? In his pajamas - which are really just shorts and a T-shirt.]

Uh...I-Iggy?

[This is still a dream, right? Except it's cold. His feet are freezing and his teeth are chattering.]

...Why am I out here? [Except it's more like w-wHy Am Ii oU-ut-t-t Her-rE.]
Edited 2020-12-16 01:47 (UTC)
blindedbyloyalty: (64)

[personal profile] blindedbyloyalty 2020-12-16 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Prompto?!

[ He's just as startled as he is, learning that it's his friend that's out in the cold like this. ]

I just found you out here. [ He's not liking the way how Prompto sounds or the way how he's shivering badly. He slides his arm around his shoulders. ]

We need to get you inside, are you able to walk okay?
scourgingstars: (i'm down deep and i need your help)

[personal profile] scourgingstars 2020-12-16 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Wh-

[He stumbled but didn't fall at the sudden terrible brutal attack, straightening back up in obvious confusion.]

Noct, is that--whatever was that for and what are you wearing?
nyxly: (pic#14139351)

iii

[personal profile] nyxly 2020-12-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Why is the young king in his bed.

How did he even get here.

What's going on. ]


Shit--

[ Nyx throws the covers off of himself, stumbles out of his bed, runs a hand through his hair and down his face, and completely fails to put on a shirt. Maybe if he's quiet, there's still time for him to book it into his apartment's kitchenette to shout his surprise so as to not wake Noctis up. ]
iustaegis: (pic#13566188)

[personal profile] iustaegis 2020-12-16 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's the potent, obviously present wisps of shadow emenating from his person.

And then there is that--

That thing, attached to his leg.

Pyra, currently dressed in a Santa of Clause outfit complete with a snow-white beard, approaches him. ]
Ah-- Ardyn...! [ She first calls from afar, as if to not startle him, and then repeats his name when she moves closer. ] Ardyn, there's um--

[ She squints, pulling down the beard. ]

--Something attached to your leg.
scourgingstars: (ask as much from any other man)

[personal profile] scourgingstars 2020-12-16 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Wh-what?

[He looked like he wasn't quite awake or sure what was going on just yet, shaking his head and looking around. It had been dark enough for the tonberry to accompany him, worried about its dark and terrible master as it had been.]

What did you-...wait, how did I get here?
this_loser: (00 wow)

[personal profile] this_loser 2020-12-16 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Huh? [Still disoriented, he leans into the support Ignis offers, and the bit of warmth it provides.]

I was sleeping.

[It's all he has for an explanation as he shuffles along back to the house. Despite the cold, he musters up a smile and tries to propel it through his voice.]

'm okay though! Sorry for the trouble.
iustaegis: (pic#13926767)

1/2

[personal profile] iustaegis 2020-12-16 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pyra smiles awkward, clearly not knowing the answer to either of his questions.

Helplessly, she tries to offer him something anyway: ]


You were walking, and um... [ She gestures to the creature still next to his leg.

.... ]
iustaegis: (pic#13566136)

[personal profile] iustaegis 2020-12-16 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ That creature looks cute, but for a troubling instant, doubt flashes through her mind. Her head snaps up.

She leans just an inch forward, bringing a hand up to the side of her face to cover her lips, as if the small animal (?) could read them. Pyra whispers: ]


......If you're in danger, blink twice.
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[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-16 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Noctis straightens up and dusts himself off a bit, spreading his arms and turning in a circle so Ardyn can take it all in, for better or worse.]

I'm an assassin. And sorry, uncle, your life is forfeit.
scourgingstars: (all this pain and devastation)

[personal profile] scourgingstars 2020-12-16 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Wh--no? [Still a little dazed, he leaned over and picked up Viridi like a particularly ominous cat with faintly glowing yellow eyes.]

But...I don't know, I think I must have been sleepwalking. I don't think I've ever done that before.
scourgingstars: (i see my red door)

[personal profile] scourgingstars 2020-12-16 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Dear nephew of mine, you look ridiculous. And I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

['you're a nerd'.]
carbungle: ponponpon @ dw (146)

[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Why, indeed.

Lucky (or unlucky, depending) for Nyx, Noctis doesn't notice. Barely even stirs. He mumbles something soft and incoherent under his breath, grabs the blanket, and pulls it back over himself, curling up so that the only visible part of him is curled fingers and a tuft of black hair.]
carbungle: mirrorcoated @ dw (39)

[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-16 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
It's not ridiculous, it's badass! Anyway, you don't have to understand it. The Order decreed it, so it must be.

['And?']
scourgingstars: (i'm down deep and i need your help)

[personal profile] scourgingstars 2020-12-16 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[??????????????]

You didn't land on your head at some point today, did you?
iustaegis: (pic#13558821)

1/2

[personal profile] iustaegis 2020-12-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ OH IT'S TAME.... ]
iustaegis: (pic#13566188)

[personal profile] iustaegis 2020-12-16 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her hand goes to her chest, and she breathes a sigh out in relief.

Unfortunately the relief itself is short-lived when she sees that his concern lingers. ]


Oh-- oh, my. [ While Pyra occasionally sleep-talks, and Mythra does the whole sleep-walking thing, when they so happen to choose to sleep. It's a habit they're familiar with. ] Were you dreaming about something, perhaps?

[ Sleep walking can go hand in hand with dreaming, after all. ]
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[personal profile] carbungle 2020-12-16 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Incorrect. [You fool.] I've awakened to my true self.

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