♥ June (Dianir) Event Log

[hugtopiamods]

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."

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❥ 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.

❥ 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.

❥ 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.

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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!

Comments

[carbungle]

"That's supposed to take years, isn't it? To get really big. How old is Seto?"

Amaro are still very much out of his wheelhouse of knowledge, but it did kind of feel like Hythlo grew endlessly until it tapered off somewhat. He's seen chocobos grow in the old royal stables, that's about it; for obvious reasons he's not expecting that to share the same experience.

[astralera]

"It takes a few year to reach adult height, but the first year is the biggest growth spurt..."

Era ponders the answer, knowing that neither she nor Ardbert have an exact answer. They do, however, have a solid estimate—

"He's older than you."

[carbungle]

"That's not even saying much," he muses. He knows he's still pretty young, especially when surrounded by people with age-old souls or bodies. A non-answer is fine with him, though; it's not like he knows how old Captain is, beyond 'old enough'. "If it takes that long, then we've got a ton of baby Hythlo to enjoy. No complaints here."

[astralera]

"I first met Seto when he was over a century old, and near as big as a small cottage," she shares. "Peki's about nineteen, and he's got another few decades... I'm glad our birds'll live long lives."

Era bites back a snort of laughter.

"A ton of baby Hythlo, aye. How enjoyable that is will be debatable some days."

[carbungle]

"Over a century... that's crazy." Hard to believe, though not that he doubts her. He's not used to animals living such long lives. "Reminds me of the adamantoise back home. That thing just grew and grew for centuries, until it was the size of a whole mountain."

[astralera]

There are many things Era could say to that, but...

She snickers.

"Adamountoise."

[carbungle]

She gets a brief bark of laughter for the effort, as Noctis shakes his head. "Six. That one was so bad."

Not bad enough that it wasn't funny, but.

[astralera]

"If it was bad it means your sense of humour is bad, too."

[carbungle]

"That's Ignis' fault. He raised me on bad puns."

[astralera]

"Puns are witty," she huffs, but there's no heat to it. "There's no such thing as a bad pun."

[carbungle]

"That just tells me that your dads don't tell enough jokes."

Dad jokes are bad puns, that's the joy of them.

[astralera]

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Someone has never heard of a 'dad joke' before.

[carbungle]

(omg) is the immediate childish realization in Noct's mind. "Just pick one and ask them to tell you a joke. You might get a better idea of what I mean rather than me explaining."

[astralera]

"Pick one what? A dad?" Utterly baffled!! "There're only four here I know of... I don't even think Gaius knows how to tell a joke, and he's the only one I could ask."

[carbungle]

"Only four... how many dads do you need to pick from?" He scoffs. "All dads know dad jokes. It's genetic."

And nothing anyone says will convince him otherwise.

"Why couldn't you ask my dad?"

[astralera]

"Four is a small sample size," she scoffs in return.

"Because."

Such a thorough and non-avoidant answer.

[carbungle]

He quirks a brow at that. "Sure, because a vague answer is never suspicious."

[astralera]

"You won't like the proper answer, so I don't really want to tell you right now," she admits.

[carbungle]

"Mm... I might argue on the first, but I won't on the second." Whether or not he'll like an answer rarely factors into whether he ought to be hearing it. "But if you need me for anything, let me know."

Not... that he expects her to be very good at asking for it, yet he can only do so much beyond offering. Sometimes all you can do is open a door.

[astralera]

"Just the same shite as usual." Era assumes he understands what she means. "But it's not really important right now."

His offer is kind, and makes her feel irrationally guilty—she's asked so much of him already, and done nothing in return.

"...I will keep that in mind. Thank you."

[carbungle]

He makes a noncommittal noise and falls into another long silence, watching the fireflies drift in and out of his vision. She's quiet, and based on the conversation she's probably feeling bad about whatever she won't talk about. He'd made the unspoken offer not to pry, and he should probably let her sleep, but...

He fidgets a little, bumping his cheek against the weasel curled at his neck. "If I ask her whether you're feeling at fault for something and won't say so, will she tell me?"

[astralera]

Era goes still, having forgotten about her unruly dream-guide for a blissful few moments.

"...Yes." { Yes! }

They answer at the same time, though where Era is churlish Narangerel is chipper and almost eager, as if she had just been waiting to tattle.

[carbungle]

Nailed it. "She sounds pretty eager to share it, comparatively. You sure you're not just holding back out of habit?"

He's trying not to be childish about how he handles these issues anymore, burying everything and pretending things are okay or withdrawing from the problem. Might be that this is a case of learn-by-watching on her part, since they're alike in a few uncomfortable ways.

[astralera]

There's a telling silence broken only by what is perhaps an even more telling muted little cough. The most telling part of all would be that she is very obviously eating the traitorous flowers before they can give anything more away.

[carbungle]

A vaguely derisive noise is his response. "Of course."

Those flowers have no mercy, evidently, and Era has no way to believably lie her way out of it anymore. He's not even surprised that she's eating them. Not after knowing her this long. (It's still gross, though.)