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♥ December (Ranir) Event Log
December (Ranir) Event Log
As another year winds to a close, the air grows sharp with a wintery chill; the perfect weather for curling up with someone under a cozy blanket with some warm hot cocoa. To contrast the cold weather comes a distinctly festive warmth to the city itself; it's some holiday season, even if the natives still can't quite grasp what. While recovery from the recent worm-based catastrophe is still an ongoing thing, the natives are going through with the festivities as they've learned to celebrate: Decorations strung about the city are a bit haphazard and in all manner of colors both holiday-themed and simply colorful in general, the spirit and enthusiasm are certainly there.
❥ PROMPT I: See You Next Level
Residents who venture past the wall to the northwest of the arena to visit the fishing pond might find an unusual sight this month: it's frozen over. This is kind of a big deal, because the city hasn't had a substantial amount of open water in- well, no one quite knows how long! It seems to have totally frozen overnight, which is definitely unusual, but hardly the strangest thing to ever happen in Havenwell. Examining the ice will find it sturdy and solid, a good 6 inches thick at minimum. It is safe to walk on, and more importantly...
Excited for a new experience after all the glum and gloom, some local metalworkers are creating skate attachments that can be adjusted for size and connected to the shoes (or the feet, in the case of the local robotic population) of anyone who wants to give skating a try. Visitors to the area will find a booth set up, occasionally manned but mostly left as a trust exercise, with a collection of these devices that are free to use. Please take as many pairs as your party requires and skate to your heart's content! As a courtesy, borrowers are asked to return the skates once they're finished with them, but if you're really itching for a pair, the booth has the equivalent of a QR code you can scan with your communicator and commission a personalized pair.
It seems that part of the city is extra cold this season, because an influx of snow has practically drowned the arena, leaving a thick layer across the entirety and high piles along the sides. Locals have cleared the entrances and done their best to keep it functional, but those wishing to use the facility might find the ground far less sturdy than usual. You can use it as extra training, or maybe just give in to the urge and have fun with it instead. Go sledding, have a snowball fight!
Excited for a new experience after all the glum and gloom, some local metalworkers are creating skate attachments that can be adjusted for size and connected to the shoes (or the feet, in the case of the local robotic population) of anyone who wants to give skating a try. Visitors to the area will find a booth set up, occasionally manned but mostly left as a trust exercise, with a collection of these devices that are free to use. Please take as many pairs as your party requires and skate to your heart's content! As a courtesy, borrowers are asked to return the skates once they're finished with them, but if you're really itching for a pair, the booth has the equivalent of a QR code you can scan with your communicator and commission a personalized pair.
It seems that part of the city is extra cold this season, because an influx of snow has practically drowned the arena, leaving a thick layer across the entirety and high piles along the sides. Locals have cleared the entrances and done their best to keep it functional, but those wishing to use the facility might find the ground far less sturdy than usual. You can use it as extra training, or maybe just give in to the urge and have fun with it instead. Go sledding, have a snowball fight!
❥ PROMPT II: Fresh or Frozen
Purveyors of the fishing part of the new rink might be unhappy to have lost their hobby, but hey, no one's stopping you from carving a hole in the ice and giving it a go regardless. There's bound to still be something down there, though perhaps not what you'd expect. While you're out at the lake with another person, if you should happen to look into the water through a hole or the ice itself, you might occasionally see a series of dancing lights flitting around beneath you, mysterious but innocuous. Sometimes they disappear if you stare at them too long. Sometimes they follow you. If curiosity gets the better of you, maybe you ought to try dropping a line - or a hand - in to see what it is. If you're feeling really brave and don't mind the cold, you could even take a dive in and see what's going on up close. (Funny: it's not nearly as cold as you'd expect it to be, considering the frigid circumstances.) And there's no reason to worry about the rink, either. Likely through whatever actually turned the pond to ice, any holes carved into the ice somehow manage to freeze again overnight, as though it was never broken in the first place.
Whatever method you choose, these dancing lights will swirl around hook or hands, pulsing gently, until that light bursts and manifests into something familiar. Something you've been wanting, perhaps, or something you once had and have missed dearly. Maybe something you hadn't thought about at all, but would bring you delight. You can pull it from the waters and find it intact and undamaged by the cold or the water, alive if it is a living creature, though it appears to be hibernating. Dry it off, take it home, and check on it in the morning; you will find your gift as whole and well as if you'd plucked it from wherever you'd find it back home. Do with it what you choose, it's yours now. For those who might have the clever idea to try fishing more than once, surprises may await in the form of...a waterlogged old shoe? An empty tin can? A broken fishing lure? The possibilities are as endless as the objects are useless.
For those who may not have any creature or object of note they need or want, it is also possible for fishing to produce a small crystal, faintly glowing with some form of magic. Leaving the crystal by one's bedside overnight will result in a peculiar but pleasant dream; fulfilling one's heartfelt desire. Whether it's wanting to see somewhere back on your homeworld, getting closure with someone not in Havenwell, or hang gliding off of Everest, you will be able to see your desire in a dream and awake comfortable and well-rested in bed the next day.
This is a regain event! One regain is allowed per character, and it can be anything (within reason) that would fit within the Item Regain: Medium (100 point) category on the Activity Rewards page. Like with AC Rewards, regains must be approved by mods prior to regaining them, so please use the form below and comment to the Regain Request thread.
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Whatever method you choose, these dancing lights will swirl around hook or hands, pulsing gently, until that light bursts and manifests into something familiar. Something you've been wanting, perhaps, or something you once had and have missed dearly. Maybe something you hadn't thought about at all, but would bring you delight. You can pull it from the waters and find it intact and undamaged by the cold or the water, alive if it is a living creature, though it appears to be hibernating. Dry it off, take it home, and check on it in the morning; you will find your gift as whole and well as if you'd plucked it from wherever you'd find it back home. Do with it what you choose, it's yours now. For those who might have the clever idea to try fishing more than once, surprises may await in the form of...a waterlogged old shoe? An empty tin can? A broken fishing lure? The possibilities are as endless as the objects are useless.
For those who may not have any creature or object of note they need or want, it is also possible for fishing to produce a small crystal, faintly glowing with some form of magic. Leaving the crystal by one's bedside overnight will result in a peculiar but pleasant dream; fulfilling one's heartfelt desire. Whether it's wanting to see somewhere back on your homeworld, getting closure with someone not in Havenwell, or hang gliding off of Everest, you will be able to see your desire in a dream and awake comfortable and well-rested in bed the next day.
This is a regain event! One regain is allowed per character, and it can be anything (within reason) that would fit within the Item Regain: Medium (100 point) category on the Activity Rewards page. Like with AC Rewards, regains must be approved by mods prior to regaining them, so please use the form below and comment to the Regain Request thread.
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❥ PROMPT III: Snow Problems
As the weather shifts to something seasonally chilly, on occasion some small patches of clouds can be seen in Havenwell--specifically, hovering over the heads of offworlders. These localized little clouds find people to stick to and follow them a couple of feet overhead to shower them with a gentle dusting of snow, so hopefully you have an umbrella handy. And while the snow can be just snow and nothing more, to others it might have one (or even several at once) effects to it.
Cheers To You: No matter how much one drinks or how they choose to mix their cocktails, they will find themselves completely impervious to the ill effects of alcohol. No hangover, but also no fun to earn it in the first place.
Hand it Over: Some with their own personal snow clouds may feel nothing odd except for a slight tingle in their dominant hand. Whether one stumbles upon the actual effect or not, it is a very simple change: the power of their unarmed punch becomes superpowered and several times stronger than normal.
Sticks and Stones: Still others may feel completely normal and go about their usual day's business with absolutely no awareness of any change but a persistent snowfall overhead. However, should they meet with anything that might ordinarily hurt, they will find that they have twenty-four hours of complete invulnerability starting from when their snow cloud latched on to them.
Time and Tribulation: Perhaps along with the slight chill comes a sudden awareness that one is a bit shorter than usual. Or taller? It would seem that yet another odd side effect of the little snow clouds is that one has aged an entire decade–in either direction, rendering them either younger or older. Luckily, the changes seem to stop at only physical…at least this time.
Cheers To You: No matter how much one drinks or how they choose to mix their cocktails, they will find themselves completely impervious to the ill effects of alcohol. No hangover, but also no fun to earn it in the first place.
Hand it Over: Some with their own personal snow clouds may feel nothing odd except for a slight tingle in their dominant hand. Whether one stumbles upon the actual effect or not, it is a very simple change: the power of their unarmed punch becomes superpowered and several times stronger than normal.
Sticks and Stones: Still others may feel completely normal and go about their usual day's business with absolutely no awareness of any change but a persistent snowfall overhead. However, should they meet with anything that might ordinarily hurt, they will find that they have twenty-four hours of complete invulnerability starting from when their snow cloud latched on to them.
Time and Tribulation: Perhaps along with the slight chill comes a sudden awareness that one is a bit shorter than usual. Or taller? It would seem that yet another odd side effect of the little snow clouds is that one has aged an entire decade–in either direction, rendering them either younger or older. Luckily, the changes seem to stop at only physical…at least this time.
This event will run from December 15-31. 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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His head droops and his forehead comes to rest against the back of her. It feels weird, to be held. It's not bad though.
"She was destroying the torture rooms," He says. "And I went to destroy... the other place people were hurt in. We thought we could save people from being hurt more. At least, she said, if we were going to be punished anyway, we might as well earn it. She had to fight her friends... while I made sure no one was inside. It was supposed to help. I blew it up... and there was nothing left..."
He remembers the blast. It had knocked him back. His ears had rang. But, for a little while, he'd felt nothing but peace, revelling in the victory as he stared up at smoke and ash skies.
"It'd been their home. Those demons. They took over. They hurt people every day. Cause of me. For three months, the punishments were the worst they'd ever been-- for everyone." Guilt threatens to drown him, but he didn't make it this far to be washed under by guilt. His eyes close. "At one point... I heard her thoughts. She heard mine. So I played her lullaby and she showed me her home. Her world... your world? Your old one, anyway." She's a different person now, after all. "We talked about the beauty of families old and new. On the last month, she came to rescue me from a madhouse and monsters. We managed to beat one, but I told her that there were others who needed help more. I didn't see her again. You reminded me the first day, of her, but I thought it was a coincidence."
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The awning they want is further down this street round another corner. Almost there. He speaks and she listens, visualizing all he describes, almost as a distraction from the other feelings. She doesn't know his Hell but she well knows the exertion of torture and punishment, and the sort of reception they would have had for it.
Some things stick with her. The particular mentioning of lullabies and the feeling of loss that accompanies that. She has none of her own that serve as reminders aside for whatever tunes Lup has given her for her times of need, to drown out the whispers. Those were gone now but the lack remained.
"That explains... what you had said then." He hadn't given her the details, only mentioned that reminder of someone he'd admired. Odd though it felt now that he had confirmed the identity, to be someone that she had such a complicated relationship with. He was right though; for her home was forward and not back. Still, the strain of it all is there, caught in her voice when she finds it to speak again. It's a hurt, there, and she does keenly feel it.
"The world she would have shared with you was... Altea. The memories and the... knowledge she would have had of it are far more intact than my own, which is part of why I do not mention it. Her... father and I had been friends."
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Still, he's kind of sorry that he has no way to share it with her. Surely at least some glimpse of her old home would be appreciated.
"Her father," He repeats. "She mentioned him. He sounded like a good man. Wise. And caring. It makes sense you'd be friends." Changed or not, he doesn't imagine she's so different that she lacked kindness or wisdom way back then.
A lot of Allura's advice had come from her father. He wonders if any of it had come from Honerva first. What a funny circle that would make, bestowing that on some frightened twenty-one-year-old, only for him to come around nearly a hundred years later-- and thousands for her-- to bring his thanks. But there's no real way to tell, except by asking her to dig into tattered, painful memory. He leaves it be.
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And what little memory she'd had of things were mostly from another perspective, aspects that she'd hardly felt comfortable claiming. The sentiment behind that relationship or any other that had once been precious. The truth of it might have been that she was afraid to truly try and look back that far.
"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I could... recall him properly as a person, beyond mostly extraneous information, if we were once so close. He was close with my husband as well, before... everything went wrong. I suppose that is neither here nor there, but... mention of her would stir those thoughts."
And she doesn't blame him for that, it's just strange to be faced with it while also simultaneously balancing the thoughts of carrying a child.
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"I'm sorry," He says. "I know you prefer the past to stay the past. Especially when it's far like that. For whatever it's worth, I think the Honerva you are these days is just fine as she is. Marks and all."
A breeze cuts through, making him shiver. His toes curl. Oh he is not made for cold.
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He had not said it with the intent to harm, and it wasn't as if she were truly avoiding certain things; they just had no place to come up in normal passing conversations due to their nature. Of course it was what made sudden, unexpected reminders so sharp to come upon.
"Nor do I intend to burden you with my... complexities, unless you've any wish to know further. While the past is past, and explanations are difficult, I must acknowledge it from time to time to know... how I am moving forward. While I am not the person from long ago, time has still passed and the loss has affected me as well as those others."
Not as though the mental pot hadn't already been stirred, going about like this, but so few ways to explain without tripping into something dark. Only if he wanted to hear it. Still here they are at the destination; she opens the door, and there's a sudden warmth as the air inside gets briefly pulled outward, a far more regulated temperature for offworlder bodies than the outside.
Her tone picks up, in a decidedly more cheery lilt.
"They do custom orders here, so it might be a little time to wait, so they can get you measured. I may even be able to negotiate a discount for the inconvenience it's put upon you." Like additional socks and mittens for his poor hands and toes at least, or slip them her device for any transactions with him none the wiser for it, her own means to apologize for any awkwardness.
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"It's never a burden, Honerva. You can tell me anything. But only if you want to." He doesn't want to pry. Not entirely. Not usually.
He lets out a breath of relief and shivers again as the cold is replaced with warmth. He just about melts right there and he has to be careful not to slip right off. She's even offering to help him further. Honerva saving the day, and his feet.
"That would be so nice," He admits. "Muchas gracias."
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"I will... keep that in mind as well. I don't... fully know her perspective to clarify on what may have already been said, but now that it has come up, it might be beneficial to create a clearer picture. For... both of us."
She didn't mind listening to others, to enrich the concept of perspectives for herself, but when she called her own stories a burden it was from not wanting to test anyone's generosity too far but still wanting to be honest about it. She'd at least already prefaced some of it in a past conversation, with him knowing the state of her 'inner house'.
"But, let us make sure you are taken care of first." She indicates one of the citizens nearby, in conversation with another but they've taken stock of having arrivals.
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"I hope I can be some help, in that case," He says instead.
Down he goes then to the floor, feet swinging in the air before he lands. He has to admit one thing, cold feet aside, it's nice not to ache so much. He can remember the last time he didn't hurt but that doesn't mean it wasn't ages and ages ago.
He laughs and says, "Thank you, again. I owe you one."
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"Do not worry. Assisting you has been... an experience, but not any trouble."
She hopes that's not too awkward a way to say she hadn't actually been able to do something like that before, to carry another, that she could recall. Maybe Allura, once? That would have been ironic for certain, but there were no memories there.
"But I think you... will be of help to me. Questions and curiosity can be clarifying in itself, no matter... the subject. Though I think that first, we ought to see to your needs. We'll have some time to wait, but they will certainly work efficiently."
She nods toward the pair of waiting shopkeepers.
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He brightens a little, to think he can help. He doesn't consider himself much of a helper. He's too a nuisance, trouble, and not one of the heroes. But he does like the idea of being to help.
"As long as we get to sit where it's warm, I can live with waiting," He says with a faint laugh.
With that, he goes up to the shopkeepers to explain the weird situation and his request.