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♥ October Event Log
October (Lasohm) Event Log
The last breath of summer leaves along with the month of Ohnir, and now fall has come to Havenwell with Lasohm. The leaves on the trees in the conservatories and botanical gardens are changing, the days are no longer hot but seasonably warm and the nights bring a cool relief. The air turns crisp and sharp and the daylight hours are starting to lose out to the evening dark. Thankfully, Havenwell is well lit even at night, and the dark gloom is chased away now that the city's colors are (mostly) restored to their original glory. Here and there, patches of gray still exist, but thanks to everyone's efforts, things are back to normal.
Hopefully those dreams didn't plague you too much, offworlders. The citizens certainly didn't seem to notice...
❥ PROMPT I: The Havenwell Archives
Lasohm is another month that belongs to Ohma and as such, a small group of citizens decide that it might be great for the offworlders to help with something that might please the feline god. These citizens are marked with a sash with the sign of a quill on it, a decidedly antique symbol considering how technologically advanced the people are. They hand out fliers to any who will take them, offering a small amount of Dora in compensation to any who will help the Havenwell Archives repair and restore their books. The Archives is a large building in the south and its doors, which have been sealed shut until now, are slightly ajar, allowing people entry.
Head to the Archives and you'll be greeted by one of a handful of robotic citizens, all wearing that quill-emblazoned sash, and directed to a small room where you and other offworlders are put to the task of reassembling history texts that have fallen into disrepair. Most of the writing is illegible, but it seems that these books are important to the Archives for more than just the information contained within. As you work, you might notice that talking and sharing information about yourself or engaging in physical contact near these books with the other people in your room makes the text on your pages a little more legible, a little easier to read and understand....
OOC: Those who choose this prompt, please comment to the Mod thread on the OOC Plotting Post. You will be randomized to receive a small blurb that your character will be given to transcribe. This is limited to one blurb per player.
Head to the Archives and you'll be greeted by one of a handful of robotic citizens, all wearing that quill-emblazoned sash, and directed to a small room where you and other offworlders are put to the task of reassembling history texts that have fallen into disrepair. Most of the writing is illegible, but it seems that these books are important to the Archives for more than just the information contained within. As you work, you might notice that talking and sharing information about yourself or engaging in physical contact near these books with the other people in your room makes the text on your pages a little more legible, a little easier to read and understand....
OOC: Those who choose this prompt, please comment to the Mod thread on the OOC Plotting Post. You will be randomized to receive a small blurb that your character will be given to transcribe. This is limited to one blurb per player.
❥ PROMPT II: Chase the Rabbit
Those plagued by the dreams with their strange, indistinct figure will find that they haven't gone away even as the month changes to Lasohm. Not everyone is dreaming about this stranger and they don't come every night, but that might be a small comfort to those who see the figure lurking in their dreams, watching silently. They no longer flit away when you look at them though and instead, start holding their unnaturally long arms out to you. Their outline is like a shadow and it feels like you might fall into their arms if you keep looking at them. It's almost tempting, but the way the figure beckons and approaches without actually moving its legs seems unnatural. Every time you blink, it grows closer and larger and its arms are opened wide for you. You get the distinct feeling that, should you embrace it, it would be like dropping into an endless, dark void, which is wen a sense of vertigo seizes you and wakes you up.
The vertigo plagues you even into the waking hours and out of the corner of your eye, you can see that figure from your dreams, arms outstretched and waiting. The only way to rid yourself of this phantom is to let another character hold you tight, in the same way that figure seems to want to do. Letting another character hug you dispels the dreams entirely this time - the phantom figure dissipates, the dreams stop, and it seems like everything is back to normal for you.
Those who accept the phantom's hug, however....? Well. Let's just say they have very different dreams that night.
The vertigo plagues you even into the waking hours and out of the corner of your eye, you can see that figure from your dreams, arms outstretched and waiting. The only way to rid yourself of this phantom is to let another character hold you tight, in the same way that figure seems to want to do. Letting another character hug you dispels the dreams entirely this time - the phantom figure dissipates, the dreams stop, and it seems like everything is back to normal for you.
Those who accept the phantom's hug, however....? Well. Let's just say they have very different dreams that night.
❥ PROMPT III: Catch the Rabbit
Those who accept the phantom's hug also see it vanish from the daylight and it seems like everything is fine. It's gone, just like everyone else has said, and there's nothing lurking in the shadows anymore. You go to sleep that night and that's when it hits you. That sense of vertigo is awful and the dreams? They're back, but this time, they're a little different.
The White Rabbit: You're not alone in this space. Whether it's by accident or by some bond of fate, someone else is here with you. All around you, the world is empty and pure white, stretching into eternity and blank, like it's waiting for something - and it is. It's waiting for you. Once you recognize one another, the world reforms to take on the appearance of a dream you've had before, or a memory from long ago. The other person in your dream is conscious of this not being real, but you? Well...maybe you're aware and maybe you're not. Whatever the case may be, it seems the dream can end naturally as it's meant to, or your companion can try to wake you up. Because it's not just the two of your in this dream - that long-armed phantom is back and it's getting closer.
The Black Rabbit: The dreams are pitch black. You're floating in the darkness with nothing to tether you, whispers in foreign tongues all around you, words you can't understand. If you linger too long, the whispers grow louder, the sound of claws raking down metal approaching from behind and you know: you need to run. The dream seems to go forever, with you tumbling through the darkness, running on nothing, running to nothing, but definitely running from something. And then suddenly, there's someone with you, also fleeing the unseen horrors. As soon as you see them, the dream shifts and now you're experiencing each other's worst nightmares. Fend the terrors off by working together, holding one another, comforting each other as needed, but don't let them catch you.
Whichever dream you have, it ends when you see a figure suddenly appearing in front of you. The phantom that haunted you in your waking hours is back and you know that it sees you as well. Rather than come after you, however, the figure points to the side causing the walls of Havenwell to appear out of the dark, a bright beacon in the gloom. Then the figure opens a gaping, toothless mouth and wails, a bone deep sadness filling the air until the white walls of Havenwell begin to crumble like dust. You awaken with a jolt, the vision fading but the memories remaining.
The White Rabbit: You're not alone in this space. Whether it's by accident or by some bond of fate, someone else is here with you. All around you, the world is empty and pure white, stretching into eternity and blank, like it's waiting for something - and it is. It's waiting for you. Once you recognize one another, the world reforms to take on the appearance of a dream you've had before, or a memory from long ago. The other person in your dream is conscious of this not being real, but you? Well...maybe you're aware and maybe you're not. Whatever the case may be, it seems the dream can end naturally as it's meant to, or your companion can try to wake you up. Because it's not just the two of your in this dream - that long-armed phantom is back and it's getting closer.
The Black Rabbit: The dreams are pitch black. You're floating in the darkness with nothing to tether you, whispers in foreign tongues all around you, words you can't understand. If you linger too long, the whispers grow louder, the sound of claws raking down metal approaching from behind and you know: you need to run. The dream seems to go forever, with you tumbling through the darkness, running on nothing, running to nothing, but definitely running from something. And then suddenly, there's someone with you, also fleeing the unseen horrors. As soon as you see them, the dream shifts and now you're experiencing each other's worst nightmares. Fend the terrors off by working together, holding one another, comforting each other as needed, but don't let them catch you.
Whichever dream you have, it ends when you see a figure suddenly appearing in front of you. The phantom that haunted you in your waking hours is back and you know that it sees you as well. Rather than come after you, however, the figure points to the side causing the walls of Havenwell to appear out of the dark, a bright beacon in the gloom. Then the figure opens a gaping, toothless mouth and wails, a bone deep sadness filling the air until the white walls of Havenwell begin to crumble like dust. You awaken with a jolt, the vision fading but the memories remaining.
❥ PROMPT IV: It Warned You
Toward the end of the month starting from October 28th, offworlders and natives alike will start hearing noises. A deep, quiet scratching, the sound of something dragging heavily against stone, or a leaden thump that seems to reverberate through the floors. Then a slow rhythmic banging starts up and for the first time, the offworlders will see the natives truly scared. They start retreating from the public, sealing themselves up into their homes or taking to the temples to pray. During this time, all other festivities start to close, the VR cafe still boasting bright advertisements for the Harvest Festival games are deserted, the businesses and streets barely have anyone in them. The only activity to be seen is that of the wall guards and the police who start patrolling the streets, trying to locate the source of the noise, stopping anyone they see to interrogate them.
This continues until noon on October 30th when a loud crack, like glass being broken, splits the quiet across the city. Those outside can look up and see a long spider web of breaks snake out along the blue sky. The crack splits and splinters the sky until it hits the wall to the north where it stops for a brief moment, and then the wall itself cracks. The banging intensifies and the plaster flakes, cracks, and with a horrific boom, it breaks and a thick hairy hand the size of a car reaches in, pulling the stone away to widen it into a hole through which a steady stream of small black spider-like creatures start to spill into the city. An alarm rings shrill and the guard and police take to action, but it's clear they're not prepared for this. Help if you can, offworlders, your home is under attack!
What to do: Fight the monsters that are breaking into the city. Most of them are relatively small, black spider-like creatures that have very basic melee attacks, using their fangs and their sharp legs to bite and claw at people. On occasion a rarer monster might appear that will take more than one person to kill - these might resemble strange versions of monsters from your respective worlds, though nothing larger than a horse is present. The giant hand that punched its way through the wall is gone and won't come back. Clear the city of monsters and find a way to seal the breach. This event will ICly run from October 30-31st with the breach being sealed late on the 31st.
This continues until noon on October 30th when a loud crack, like glass being broken, splits the quiet across the city. Those outside can look up and see a long spider web of breaks snake out along the blue sky. The crack splits and splinters the sky until it hits the wall to the north where it stops for a brief moment, and then the wall itself cracks. The banging intensifies and the plaster flakes, cracks, and with a horrific boom, it breaks and a thick hairy hand the size of a car reaches in, pulling the stone away to widen it into a hole through which a steady stream of small black spider-like creatures start to spill into the city. An alarm rings shrill and the guard and police take to action, but it's clear they're not prepared for this. Help if you can, offworlders, your home is under attack!
What to do: Fight the monsters that are breaking into the city. Most of them are relatively small, black spider-like creatures that have very basic melee attacks, using their fangs and their sharp legs to bite and claw at people. On occasion a rarer monster might appear that will take more than one person to kill - these might resemble strange versions of monsters from your respective worlds, though nothing larger than a horse is present. The giant hand that punched its way through the wall is gone and won't come back. Clear the city of monsters and find a way to seal the breach. This event will ICly run from October 30-31st with the breach being sealed late on the 31st.
This event will run from 09 October to 31 October. 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 here.
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[Oh good, he won't need to worry about being thrown out. For that matter, he might not even need to worry about explaining who he is or how they met; Jinghuan sounds quite simply too weary to care.
So he dispenses with even the pretense of having a reason to be here, to belong here. He doesn't need to fit in, or seem plausible. He doesn't need to know anything about this foreign world, or be anything he's not. He just needs to be here, for as long as Jinghuan will accept his presence.
Will moves to sit beside him with a subdued smile, probably far closer than any servant or member of the court would dare.]
You shouldn't have to be alone at a time like this.
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He shakes his head, a small, humorless chuckle escaping his lips as he closes his eyes again.]
I must be dreaming.
[Surely that's what it is. No one would show up so conveniently at this moment just to say some comforting words. That's where he's met this man before, too, isn't it? Some other strange dream? It would make sense. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep in his chair without realising and... what? Made up someone to offer him companionship? How truly pathetic.]
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[Would a dream admit that it's nothing but a dream? (Should it, if it's made up from whole cloth to comfort him? Shouldn't it try with all its might to pretend to be real and present, that it really is exactly what Jinghuan needs right now?) Would it try to protest, to defend its own reality--to insist that it's something Jinghuan can have faith in, take comfort in without needing to doubt himself? Would it even be aware that it's just a dream, if the sole purpose of its existence is to give Jinghuan companionship and compassion?
Jinghuan doesn't protest, and doesn't try to push him away; Will takes that as an open invitation. He scoots over to nestle against Jinghuan's side, resting his head on the man's shoulder.]
That's why I can be here with you now, you know. Your heart reached out, and mine answered.
[That's what he's assuming happened, at least. More or less. How else could he be witnessing--participating in, even--such elaborate, detailed memories that aren't his own? It can't be his dream, even though he remembers drifting off to sleep. It has to be Jinghuan's. And something about Aellyn, maybe the gods' power, is allowing him to bridge that gap between them, to slip through the boundaries from one dream to the next. Surely that need for connection is what drew him here, just as surely as it's what carried him to Aellyn to start with.
Well, he is Ainea's willing servant, now as ever. Jinghuan deserves a friend right now, whether he had one in reality or not.]
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It's not that he's averse to touch, even without the influence of that other world that floats at the outskirts of his consciousness. He has times of closeness with his wife, and accepted shoulder massages and the like from Banruo. It is merely the circumstances that are odd. No matter. He decides this is comfortable enough.
The words are somewhat concerning, though, if it's true that he managed to call someone else here simply by being quietly distraught. He brings the cup in his hands to his lips, downing what's left of its contents.]
It seems I've unintentionally troubled you, then. Perhaps I should apologise.
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[Will waves away the sentiment with an airy gesture, smiling reassuringly. Better to establish that now, since Jinghuan doesn't seem truly aware of what's happening after all.....]
So..... What happened?
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What happened... that's a long and complex story. Though not so complex when it's boiled down. The short version is just that it's over. All his ambitions were for nothing. He sighs.]
I tried so hard, to become the crown prince. To win my father's approval and get the ministers on my side. I had made progress... but it's gone now. There's no way to get it back.
[No matter what Banruo seems to think. Maybe if he were younger, he would have it in him to listen. But he's put years of work into this already, only to end up back where he had started. Worse, even.]
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Of course, gaining favor in a political mine field like this is far, far different from his own rise to fame. Even so, power and status are power and status, aren't they? They're not completely dissimilar. Maybe just trying to think of something for him will help lift the man's spirit, knowing that someone is willing to stand with him and try on his behalf.]
How was it lost, then?
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[He grumbles the name, and then realises that it likely means nothing to the person he's talking to. Strange, when he's become so famous in Jinling.]
A strategist. I thought, for a time, that he was helping me ascend to the throne. But he's been working against me from the start, and only more openly recently. In a year, I've lost all the support it took me a decade to build.
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[That type knows all too well how to cultivate trust, no matter how unearned it might be. Sneaky, treacherous, used to working undercover, at their best when nobody pays them any mind, good at isolating their victims.....]
You can't be the only one he's done this to. Maybe not even the only one in the court.
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The Crown Prince, likewise, is no longer the Crown Prince.
[He reaches for the pitcher and refills his cup.]
Months ago, I could have called that a victory. He and I had been fighting over Father's favor for years... But here I am, the fool who allowed the quiet third party to take advantage of our fight.
[It's all so obvious in retrospect. And so stupid. He drinks that cup in one shot and moves to fill it up once more.]