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♥ June (Dianir) Event Log

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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
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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
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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
a painting of trees backlit by a full moon and covered in small lights

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.




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!
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2021-06-27 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
He made a face like he smelled something foul hearing she didn't know her father. Yeah, that was just lovely parenting there. If they were in the same world, he'd been looking that s.o.b. up right now to go kick his ass. "He might've been doing you a favor if he was that big of a jackass."

He shrugged. "Maybe not but, what about a father figure? Someone-" He paused to cough again. It took him a minute to get it out- this was really getting old fast- but soon he was staring at a petal much like the one Kyoko had been spitting out, except black. "Now it's just trying to be overdramatic."
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[personal profile] daikonrose 2021-06-27 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
In all absolute fairness, Kyoko was pretty sure her father didn't know she existed, but uh that didn't make it much better, huh. Which was fine--from what little she knew about the man, he was almost certainly a bad guy by every normal definition. She wasn't gonna argue! "Like I was saying... I'm not sad about him, or anything like that."

But gosh, people always got concerned when she mentioned any of this. Of course Mr. Stark wouldn't be any different, kind and sensible man that he was. She hadn't wanted to stir up any thoughts that would get him coughing again, though! And a black petal, at that? Kyoko couldn't be totally certain what kind it was, but she doubted the symbolism was anything nice. "Ah--sorry... we can go ahead and forget about all this, if you want." Would that actually make it stop? She wasn't sure. "It really is over the top, right? It's not like I wanna make anyone talk about things they don't want."
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2021-07-02 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Course not. You've got way too much spunk for that, don't you?" He teased with a chuckle. It was his favorite thing about her and likely the only reason she put up with him.

Wasn't black roses associated with death? He inwardly cringed, but tried to keep up his more put out than disturbed attitude. "No, no. I'm not going to let it win," he joked with one more cough to clear his throat. "Besides, some people like rose flavored things. Rose tea and rose water.." He was not one of those people, which was obvious when he went for his beer again.

"Besides, do I seem like someone who does anything they don't want to?"
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[personal profile] daikonrose 2021-07-03 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't," she answered quickly, because it was a very easy question. Forgive her for being blunt; she didn't mean it in a bad way. "You're absolutely the type who only does what he feels like doing. I can't help being a little awestruck," not that she sounded particularly awestruck right now, just a bit deadpan.

"But, you know," she continued, just a touch softer, "if there was anything you did want to say, I surely wouldn't mind listening to it."
Edited (typo) 2021-07-03 04:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2021-07-04 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Tony breathed a laugh, which made him cough again of course. He kind of loved that answer, but there was a faint deprecating note too. That kind of response could mean all sorts of things. He normally was so confident but there was a small part of him that was just vulnerable enough to wonder..

And right in the nick of time, Kyoko continues before he could spiral and concoct what those reasons might be. Oh, right. She really did care, didn't she? He could laugh this off like he did so many other things. He knew she'd let him.

With a sigh, he decided to sit down and put his back against one of the kitchen counters. Turning his gaze to his beer and then the black rose petal, he confessed. "The fifteenth was my little girl's birthday. She'd just turned five. And.. I haven't been wanting to think about it since things have been going so well here lately and with Gladio."

He looked back at Kyoko. "And because.. I'm not going to see her get any older than when I was taken from my world. I'm about a half second away from dying but.. when I do, everyone else is saved so it's worth it. I hope. But to her.. I don't know."
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[personal profile] daikonrose 2021-07-04 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
There was a frown at that cough--a small one, but she couldn't help it. Kyoko had hoped that little poke at him would set him at ease, let him know this conversation didn't have to be serious if he didn't want it to. She'd been giving him an out, an opportunity to derail into jokes and banter, so he could avoid the serious stuff without ending their conversation on a tense or awkward note. That path had been open to him, if he wanted to take it.

But if he did feel like airing whatever was troubling him... well, she'd meant what she said about that, too.

"Oh," she breathed. That... was a lot. "I'm sorry," she said softly after a moment, when she'd found her words. "Something like that... I'm sure there's no I could understand it. But... no matter what kind of life you have here, I don't think you should have to deny your ties to home."