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♥ June (Dianir) Event Log
June (Dianir) Event Log
Ainea's time has ended and now Diacht's months have arrived. Dianir marks the beginning of the hot summer months with a rise in temperature as well as humidity. With each passing day, spring gives way to summer, and the natives of Havenwell are enjoying the blue skies along with the newly expanded barrier. With the most dangerous of the beasts gone thanks to offworlder help last month, researchers and conservationists head out on occasion into the newly opened areas to continue the work of cataloguing and preserving what they can find. Some take time to study the barrier and some just seem to enjoy being outside the walls for the first time in centuries. Meanwhile, the city within seems to have calmed from Ealom's excitement, settling into its usual routine with only a few…"hiccups."
❥ PROMPT I: Hana-hack-i
With the turning of the seasons, the weather warms up and Diacht's influence grows in strength. 'Tis the season to be honest with one another, because if you aren't, you may begin to feel a tickle in the back of your throat…
For those who have feelings repressed, secrets unaddressed, or maybe just won't confide in a friend when they're feeling depressed, the gods work in mysterious ways. Specifically, in the fact that the offworlders may find themselves coughing up flower petals. Whether petals of plantlife from Havenwell itself or another world entirely, the longer one goes without confessing their troubles or sentiments the more insistent their condition until they might even have trouble getting through a whole sentence without finding a corsage's worth stuck in their mouth. Speaking minor truths will lessen the effect a little at a time, while larger or more impactful ones will work to cure it completely.
While not painful or otherwise physically harmful, the affliction does feel awkward and very likely doesn't taste all that great. Not to mention it's going to be difficult to keep secrets when everyone can see you have a mouthful of flower.
For those who have feelings repressed, secrets unaddressed, or maybe just won't confide in a friend when they're feeling depressed, the gods work in mysterious ways. Specifically, in the fact that the offworlders may find themselves coughing up flower petals. Whether petals of plantlife from Havenwell itself or another world entirely, the longer one goes without confessing their troubles or sentiments the more insistent their condition until they might even have trouble getting through a whole sentence without finding a corsage's worth stuck in their mouth. Speaking minor truths will lessen the effect a little at a time, while larger or more impactful ones will work to cure it completely.
While not painful or otherwise physically harmful, the affliction does feel awkward and very likely doesn't taste all that great. Not to mention it's going to be difficult to keep secrets when everyone can see you have a mouthful of flower.
❥ PROMPT II: Uproot of the Spirit
Those offworlders that have been present in Havenwell since the previous June may remember an outbreak of traits and desires not necessarily their own, reflecting the dominion of their associated god instead. With the return of the early summer season, so too do such urges begin to resurface--but not quite in the same fashion.
This time around, things are a bit different--adherents to one god may find themselves with any other god or gods' traits, with one or more applying at once, one and then another on different days, any multitude of combinations apart from those of the deity to which they belong. For example, one under Diacht may have the effects of Rawna one day and Ainea the next, or perhaps Ainea and Ohma both at once, but never contend with Diacht's influence. And while the previous year seemed to deal with the gods' animal natures, it seems this time things are a little different as people begin manifesting extreme versions of their gods' emotional domains.
Ohma: As the god of wisdom, Ohma's influence becomes a desperate and insistent need to exchange knowledge. The affected may ask friends and strangers all manner of questions, ranging from 'where did you get that shirt' to 'how do you like your eggs' and everything in between. In exchange, the affected also wish to share their own information on just about everything they know, whether the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow or the entire plot of a book they read that one time. They simply have to give and seek knowledge to and from whoever they can find.
Ainea: The influence of the god of compassion leads the affected to be almost aggressively kind. Complimenting every little thing those around them might say, do, wear--if it can be spoken kindly about, those under Ainea's influence will do so excessively and well past the point of obnoxious. So too might they feel a compulsion to give gifts to others--specifically, giving away the affected's own possessions. Once the effect wears off, one might even have to track down their new and old friends to get their more important things back...
Diacht: Honor and honesty being Diacht's domain, those affected by them will be incapable of lying. They will be compelled to not only speak the truth, but do so out of obligation no matter how awkward for them or the other party. Even if it means speaking a brutally honest opinion or divulging a carefully hidden secret, so long as the words are true to the affected speaker they will have the urge to share it. To tell a lie or general untruth will make them feel suddenly ill, dispelled only by speaking something truthful instead.
Rawna: Rawna's reasoning takes the forefront of their influence; anyone under their affect will be insistent upon hearing and soothing the emotional hurts of others. They are certain they need to be a listening ear or comforting shoulder to the absolute best of their abilities and beyond--that is to say, they will not only go out of their way to find others' problems, but potentially assume ones exist where they do not. Some dear friends haven't spoken in an entire day? Clearly they had a terrible fight, and it's up to Rawna's affected to fix it.
This time around, things are a bit different--adherents to one god may find themselves with any other god or gods' traits, with one or more applying at once, one and then another on different days, any multitude of combinations apart from those of the deity to which they belong. For example, one under Diacht may have the effects of Rawna one day and Ainea the next, or perhaps Ainea and Ohma both at once, but never contend with Diacht's influence. And while the previous year seemed to deal with the gods' animal natures, it seems this time things are a little different as people begin manifesting extreme versions of their gods' emotional domains.
Ohma: As the god of wisdom, Ohma's influence becomes a desperate and insistent need to exchange knowledge. The affected may ask friends and strangers all manner of questions, ranging from 'where did you get that shirt' to 'how do you like your eggs' and everything in between. In exchange, the affected also wish to share their own information on just about everything they know, whether the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow or the entire plot of a book they read that one time. They simply have to give and seek knowledge to and from whoever they can find.
Ainea: The influence of the god of compassion leads the affected to be almost aggressively kind. Complimenting every little thing those around them might say, do, wear--if it can be spoken kindly about, those under Ainea's influence will do so excessively and well past the point of obnoxious. So too might they feel a compulsion to give gifts to others--specifically, giving away the affected's own possessions. Once the effect wears off, one might even have to track down their new and old friends to get their more important things back...
Diacht: Honor and honesty being Diacht's domain, those affected by them will be incapable of lying. They will be compelled to not only speak the truth, but do so out of obligation no matter how awkward for them or the other party. Even if it means speaking a brutally honest opinion or divulging a carefully hidden secret, so long as the words are true to the affected speaker they will have the urge to share it. To tell a lie or general untruth will make them feel suddenly ill, dispelled only by speaking something truthful instead.
Rawna: Rawna's reasoning takes the forefront of their influence; anyone under their affect will be insistent upon hearing and soothing the emotional hurts of others. They are certain they need to be a listening ear or comforting shoulder to the absolute best of their abilities and beyond--that is to say, they will not only go out of their way to find others' problems, but potentially assume ones exist where they do not. Some dear friends haven't spoken in an entire day? Clearly they had a terrible fight, and it's up to Rawna's affected to fix it.
❥ PROMPT III: 'Cause I'd Get A Thousand Hugs
Yet another indication that the world is recovering is the reappearance of the Fairy Lights. As the weather turns warmer, these beautiful little insects take to the air for their mating dances at night, dimly and softly glowing like Earth's fireflies or lightning bugs. These tiny little bugs float through the air, flitting about as their bodies pulse with light. The Fairy Lights come in a multitude of colors from red to purple, turning the night into soft rainbows of light. They make their triumphant reappearance in two locations: the botanical gardens and the green belt that grew up where the old wall used to be. Their beautiful displays start once the sun goes down and stop at sunrise, and natives are delighting in their return by taking walks among them.
If offworlders follow suit, they'll notice that the Fairy Lights are attracted to those who come in pairs or more, especially those who engage in sustained positive contact with each other while among them. The Fairy Lights seem to enjoy it when people are touching and will land upon them, one of each color until a rainbow has formed - usually in a crown around the head. Once the rainbow crown of Fairy Lights is complete, that character will feel a pleasant calmness and a feeling of peace and happiness wash over them. For as long as you and your partner(s) are in contact, the Fairy Lights will stay and so will the peace they confer. Once contact is broken, one by one the little insects will fly away, off to find a new perch.
If offworlders follow suit, they'll notice that the Fairy Lights are attracted to those who come in pairs or more, especially those who engage in sustained positive contact with each other while among them. The Fairy Lights seem to enjoy it when people are touching and will land upon them, one of each color until a rainbow has formed - usually in a crown around the head. Once the rainbow crown of Fairy Lights is complete, that character will feel a pleasant calmness and a feeling of peace and happiness wash over them. For as long as you and your partner(s) are in contact, the Fairy Lights will stay and so will the peace they confer. Once contact is broken, one by one the little insects will fly away, off to find a new perch.
This event will run from June 15 to June 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. You can also use the Havenwell Status page or the General Plotting Comment to give you other ideas for original prompts!
Vianca | Pikmin [ohma] (ota)
The little book shop had still sat quietly in the shopping district for the last few months. While it had always been quiet, it seemed extra so recently. Very kind souls had kept it fresh and clean, letting its doors stay open so the solace of a comfortable place to cuddle and read continued on. It was just missing its very pink staple.
So maybe it'd be a surprise to see a little girl standing outside the shop, her hands and face pressed up gently to the big, sunny windows. She wasn't there all the time, but it was frequently enough and at different times of day. Each time she just quietly peered through the window, waited a while, and then left.
✿ ii. Feelin' Like a Dragon
Part of Vianca's window watching was to try and see who was in charge of the shop now. The other slightly more pressing part-- fueled by a desire she did not anticipate nor knew the origin of-- was that she knew that sitting right there on one of its shelves was a precious source of knowledge. Eventually it drove her to break in (?) to the shop to borrow The Book. She'd bring it back!
Did you just cough up a flower in her general vicinity? Are those petals falling behind your hand? Here she was at your side, gently tugging on your shirt to draw your attention downwards.
"Excuse me," she said in a whisper soft voice, holding up her Language of Flowers book, "do you need to know what that flower means? It might help."
✿ iii. Fairy Lights, Fairy Nights
Honestly it was way past Vianca's bedtime. Maybe she had just gone a little bit too far in her explorations of what had changed in town, now that she felt a little bit better about not instantly vanishing again. Maybe she was being the littlest secret hobo again. That was a secret. Shh.
If that was the case, a lush spot like the garden ring made for a lovely spot. It was warmer here, vibrant in a way a deep part of her hadn't known she'd missed. She'd never felt deeply in tune with her own flower nature, but when she stood out there among all those sparkling little creatures, it felt like she understood just a little bit better.
Of course it was also possible that she had just taken a seat near a small bush. If that led to her curling up next to it for a snooze, well. It was after her bedtime, after all.
✿ wild
[Follow prose or brackets to your fancy~! Want something else? Go for it.]
x. Petals & Pages/ ii. Feelin' Like a Dragon
Today, he was coming on his own accord. The bar had been busy and the new house was too full of projects that needed to be done. He needed a break. Not only that, but he was fairly sure he remembered a particular book he needed to review on the shelves here.
He carried a small biscuit tin with him as he approached today and though it was unlikely this was the first time the small spy at the window had seen him, it was the first he'd noticed the pink haired girl.
"Would you care to come in?" He asked with a friendly smile, though visibly curious of the stranger too. "You aren't a fan of strawberry jam filled cookies are you?"
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There was a moment where her gaze slowly drifted to the door he was inviting her to, but then those big blue eyes were settled on him again. Had... had she blinked yet?
"... I don't know."
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He took a steadying breath and forced his mind back to the present. This was someone new and she looked shy. He needed to be careful not to scare her off. He crouched down to her level and opened the tin for her. "My name is Tony. I'm a friend of the guy who owns this place. I made these for whoever came by the shop today. You're welcome to try one if you'd like, but you don't have to. You can just see what they look like if you're curious. They're a kind my daughter used to like."
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There was a lot to sift through in what Tony just told her, but that was what caught her the longest. It wasn't really a surprise, she'd been expecting to hear words like that at some point. Actually hearing them though, that felt a bit different.
Vianca looked down at the cookies being presented to her, considering. After a moment she reached out, gingerly taking one in hand. She was never actually hungry, but it was rude not to take one. It might have been ruder than usual this time-- she hadn't missed the past tense he'd used.
"Thank you," she said quietly, lifting the cookie to give it a nibble.
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He glanced toward the door, but the girl didn't seem ready to brave the inside of the shop yet. He wasn't willing to leave her, so finding out why he was spitting up rosemary would just have to wait.
"You're new here, aren't you? What's your name?"
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He'd invited her, and he was friends with the owner. It was fine.
So she scoot past him, giving a small shake of her head. "Not entirely new," she corrected gently. Her hand was on the doorknob now, the old-fashioned one designed to fit a very regular key that neither of them had. (Probably.) It turned easily though, and Vianca pushed the door open to the soft, familiar chime as she went on, "My name is Vianca."
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He straightened from where he'd been crouched at her level and moved to be the one to push the door after she turned the handle but the name threw him off again. "Vianca?" He asked, surprised. "Like.. Vianca who started this lovely shop?"
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She slipped into the shop, lingering at the small entrance for a moment. She'd heard him, but that ever passive gaze of hers was slowly sweeping the shop. There were a lot of emotions happening behind that carefully placed mask, a lot of energy being devoted to keeping her face perfectly still as she looked around. There was a tickle at the back of her throat. Vianca pretended it was the cookie.
"I do not recall there being a second Vianca."
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Anyway, learning her name suddenly put everything into perspective and he looked around the room as she did wondering what she was thinking. He could take a guess and if he were a betting man, he'd say she had the wrong idea.
He kept his tone warm and gentle as he looked down at her. "You've been missed dearly. Your friends have been keeping this place going for you, Noctis in particular. He's the one who has taken responsibility for this shop though I know others have pitched in. When I arrived I loved the concept and the story of the sweet girl who dreamed it up."
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It was a lot.
Of course it was Noctis though. It was as surprising as it wasn't. How was she supposed to make up for all of this. She didn't know. She didn't know and it was a lot.
So she turned her single expression towards Tony instead, a perplexed note in her voice as she chose something else to focus on. "The... story?"
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"Do you remember Gladio? He's one of my friends too. He and Noctis both told me about Vianca the girl who had a dream of a place with books and flowers where people could be with their friends. You made something very special with this shop and it makes people happy. So if there's anything I can help with, please let me know, okay?"
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None of these things were things she needed to say to him though.
So she simply watched him with dry eyes, and bowed her head slightly. "If it makes you happy, I can only ask you continue to use it."
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Life would be so much easier if he could scan a brain like he could a computer system. For the life of him, he couldn't read the girl. Was she wanting him to back the hell off? Was she glad he was there? He couldn't tell.
His eyebrows rose with her response, but he quickly gave her a smile instead. "Thank you. It would. But, uh, what would make you happy, my dear?"
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Vianca just continued to look up at him, though her head slowly tilt a bit to one side as she considered his question closely. What an odd question for him to ask, she thought. There was nothing that Vianca would have thought to ask for help with, so she had gone with the best course of action.
"... That would?" After a pause for some more consideration, Vianca also helpfully offered, "And I believe you are mistaken. I am not a Deerling."
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He stared at her for a long moment, completely confused before giving up and just having to go with that uninspired question in his head. "A what? What's a Deerl-" Ah! "No! No, I said 'my dear'. It's a term of endearment, like 'sweetheart' or 'honey'. It's.. you're a kid. That's.. it's normal where I'm from." Ish.
"What's a Deerling?"
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"Terms of endearment should be for people dear to you." Which she most assuredly was not. Maybe the idea of her was, since he'd heard about her already, but they'd just met for real! She didn't sound upset though, she was simply stating a very basic fact.
Here was another one! "A Deerling is a Pokemon."
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Ah, and there went the rest of his smile. He rubbed his face attempting to hide his irritation. "Of course it is," he muttered. Fortunately before he could say anything else that might deteriorate this interaction further, he felt the obnoxiously familiar catch in his throat.
Embarrassingly, as he put a hand to his mouth to cough, tiny rosemary leaves and marigold petals came spilling out into it.
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A very old sense of unease pricked at the back of her mind, but luckily it was time to watch herbs come tumbling out of Tony's mouth. What an extremely good diversion!
"Please sit down," she said with a bit of haste, automatically turning on her heel to get him a drink from the replicator sitting on the counter.
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However, it was better they didn't have to get into that at all. Instead, Tony on one of the couches and mouthed a quick 'thank you' when he was given the drink. It took a minute before he could get his breath back under control.
"Sorry," he muttered when he finally could. "That's.. *ahem*.. also why I'm here. Not just the cookies." He paused again to cough and a few other yellow petals flew out in addition to the rest. "There's a book...?" He began.
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She was certain she'd left it on a lower shelf. That it was this high meant someone taller--someone at all-- had been reading it. Ah... that was a good feeling.
Vianca slid back down, wandering over to take a bold seat next to Tony. Sitting together was the house rule, she wasn't about to break it now. "I was also here for it," she said, already opening the book to the back of the index in her lap. She trailed a tiny finger down the page, hovering over the page numbers being presented for all of the options under 'Yellow, color'.
A little wild, maybe a little dragon?
She was out patrolling the town, hoping to take her mind off her own demons and find some interesting story material. That’s when she saw it - a tremendous scoop in the form of a tiny pink silhouette among the crowd. Could it be? She’d never heard of this place bringing people back.
She was skeptical. Skeptical that it was really her, or even that she was really seeing it. And so, her voice is hesitant as she takes a step forward, calling out: "Vi—" A stifled cough. "Vianca?"
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"Dorothy, hello." She tilt her head. "Are you okay?"
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This was fascinating and also a bit unreal. It really was her! Normally she would be whipping out her notebook and asking questions right about now but for some reason, she didn’t want to do that. She just wanted to fondly regard and praise this dear girl. "It’s very sweet of you to ask, though. You’re looking well."
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"It is nice to see you." Even if, oh, Dot hadn't wanted to stay. Maybe saying she was glad she was here was not correct? H.. hm. Hm. "I am feeling better."