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♥ December (Ranir) Event Log

a small fishing rod seated in snow, with the line leading down a water hole
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
people ice skating around a rink at night, lit by multicolored star-shaped light fixtures

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!



PROMPT II: Fresh or Frozen
a hand dragging a stick through blue bioluminescence in water, followed by someone's feet stepping into the same

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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PROMPT III: Snow Problems
cartoonish images of dancing clouds, raining down snowflakes against a blue background

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.




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!
connectsthedots: (Hmm~)

[personal profile] connectsthedots 2022-03-31 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not like she had asked her to drinks specifically to get the recipe or anything! It just came up rather accidentally. A lucky chance that Dot was all too keen to jump on. Her Aunt had regretted it, of course, but had parted with the secret amiably enough.

"Does it? Hmm~ I suppose it is, a bit. They're incredibly buttery, after all. But taking time for tea and treats is much like breathing for us Londoners. It just comes naturally."

Dot smiles playfully, only half joking. She continues to unpack little plates and cloth napkins and finally, a butter knife, ready to slice open some scones.

"Would you care for one?"
pinkmin: (033)

[personal profile] pinkmin 2022-03-31 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Vianca made a small mental note that Londoners were like plants, but with tea and treats instead of sunshine and water.

They were also very prepared for these treats, it seemed. Reassessing her tummy again, Vianca gave a firm nod.

"Yes, please. ...A small one, if any are small."
connectsthedots: (Lighthearted banter)

[personal profile] connectsthedots 2022-04-01 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course!" Dot had anticipated this and indeed made some on the smaller side just for Vianca.

"When she told me the recipe, she made me swear to always apply the jam first," she explains with a somewhat fond expression as she deftly cuts open the scone. "'As God intended.'" The last part is emphatically delivered as she scoops out a generous helping of jam, clearly impersonating said Aunt. "She's more than a handful, that one, but she knows how to bake, I'll certainly give her that."

Next comes the cream, carefully applied on top. She holds out the plate with one hand and gently takes one of the two teas with the other.

"Do you have a big family, Vianca? Back home, that is."
pinkmin: (080)

[personal profile] pinkmin 2022-04-01 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
As God intended. There was a thoughtful tilt of her head at that. The god she was most familiar with might have agreed with that. Or maybe not? Bob had been awfully inventive with a lot of her cooking. Maybe she'd defy the rules. Maybe she'd put the cream first.

She gratefully took her plate, taking a moment to appreciate the delicate layering. Waiting to catch a glimpse of how to go about eating such a treat, she nodded. "Mm, I had many younger sisters. Do you have a big family?"
connectsthedots: (All roads point North)

[personal profile] connectsthedots 2022-04-01 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Immediate family? No, it's just me and my dear parents anymore. I had a younger brother but..." Dot hesitates a moment, expression clouding over as she stares at her reflection in the tea, noting the resemblances they had in their features. But... No. Now's not the time for this. She quickly sits the cup down and turns her attention to a fresh scone.

"My extended family is decently large, though. I have a total of four aunts and several cousins spread across England. Only the one came down to the Neath like me, though."
pinkmin: (048)

[personal profile] pinkmin 2022-04-01 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sure was a lot of past tense around here.

The quiet girl both could and couldn't relate. She'd had a lot of loss, but not quite the same. That had been her role. She let the moment slip by, letting Dot take this in whatever direction she wanted.

"An extended family seems fun," she said extra softly. "... What is the Neath?"
connectsthedots: (Tell me all the details)

[personal profile] connectsthedots 2022-04-14 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Hahaha there sure was and Dot was just nooooottt going to touch that. :’) She had noticed Vianca’s past tense, of course, but it was hardly her place to comment on it. She’d actually, hopefully, chosen to assume hers was just a matter of ‘because they aren’t here right now’ and not ‘because they’re gone.’

And as for her own, well, she couldn’t just drop a mood killer like that during what was supposed to be a cheerful gathering.

“Oh!” She seems a little surprised she’d never mentioned it to the girl before, looking up from applying the finishing strokes of cream to her scone. “The Neath is where I lived before I arrived here. It’s a sprawling underground world, hence underneath. The city of London has been down there for, mm, 35 years or so? It is the Fifth City to Fall.” This impromptu little history lesson seems to have swept the melancholy from her. She lifts the perfectly prepared treat and takes a bite.
pinkmin: (007)

[personal profile] pinkmin 2022-07-31 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Vianca watched her intently. Ah. There was nothing entirely special about how to eat it, one simply... ate it. Delicately picking up her scone, she gave it an intent look as she turned it around to find the easiest place to take a bite. She was more of a nibbler, this was going to be a grand affair.

The looking also gave her a moment to turn that explanation over in her thoughts. "Were... cities sinking?" Is that what the falling was about?

She went to try and take a bite and paused. Oh, her mouth was going to have to be wider for this. Let's... try... again...! Chomp.