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5.2 Event Plotting
5.2 Event Plotting
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Welcome to month 2! We're near the midpoint of the cycle and the flowers are blooming!
There will be no event post on the main comm. Instead, make your own logs to include these prompts, and any other prompts you want to add. There will be a mini-event mid-month.
Use the happenings form to report on what your character’s been up to! Did you break something? Did you get into a screaming match in the middle of town? Spill the tea! Everyone’s thirsty for gossip.
Post any bulletins to the bulletin board. Remember that this is now on the new
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wellcomms community. And remember that you can annoy everyone in town by using your walkie talkie! What will your character do with all this power?!
Fill out as much or as little of this form as you like:
New this month
At the Staywell
The dining hall features one long table and the same meals every day: a nice, continental breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and a roast for dinner.Fresh flowers adorn the tables in the parlor, pressed into little vases.
Throughout the month, new books appear on tables:
The Garden of DesireAll of the books are terrible, as usual. None of them make sense. Breathing Through The Pain seems to assume that you, the reader, are a flower.
Love in Full Bloom
Youthful Resilience: Harnessing the Power of Spring for Inner Strength
Sexy Springtime Secrets
Blossoming into Your Best Self: A Guide to Personal Growth
A Season of Renewal: A Spring Yeti Romance
Breathing Through The Pain
The General Store
The General Store has its usual selection of renaissance knick-knacks and themed charms for walkie-talkies. This month, they're all shaped like cute cartoon mushrooms with tormented facial expressions.Around town
The tavern’s special for the month: violet ice cream! Sweet, floral, and refreshing.When you visit the few other locations in town, you’ll find the employees friendly and welcomingWhen you visit the few other locations in town, you’ll find the employees friendly and welcoming, although they may say some strange things, in addition to the handful of phrases they usually say:
The receptionist: Every time he opens his mouth, garbled static comes out in short, sharp bursts like it's replacing words. Hard to make out what he's trying to say.
Owner of the General Store: “Those flowers are a sight for a sore nose, if you know what I mean!"
The bartender: Whistles along with whatever tune is currently playing in the tavern.
The waiter: Aggressively chipper. Liable to give you two of whatever you asked for, with a cheerful, "I sure do love this time of year!"
The gravedigger: If you make it into the graveyard, she'll be busily placing floral offerings on the graves.
The sheriff: Damp, moist, pathetic. Wearing a perpetually-wilting flower crown on his head.
The weather
What a beautiful, breezy spring. The days are bright and getting brighter, full of sweet breezes carrying the scents of flowers. Sometimes, if it hits you just right, those breezes carry the scent of home strong enough to hit you in the gut. This happens even if you aren't sure what home smells like. Other times, the wind smells heavy and wet, and carries with it the thick scent of decay.
Flower petals gust into town and drift along the streets in fluttering heaps, tickling cheeks and noses. The trees aren't blooming, so it isn't clear where the petals are coming from, but they're there.
When it isn't raining petals, it's actually raining. Warm, thick spring rains cap off most days, drenching the town in a fine mist and setting up deceptively-shallow puddles in the streets.
Be careful where you're stepping! Some of the puddles, though you're sure you can see the street just an inch under the water, might actually go over your head when you step into them. Hope someone's around to pull you out. At least the water's nice?
The cistern
This month, the water level in the cistern is… higher. Nearly a foot higher, in fact. Some of the lower platforms and footholds that were placed have been washed out, making going even more treacherous. Here and there, the fleshy eye-flowers from the maze grow.
FAIRY RINGS
Content warnings: fear, paranoia, potential character death, altered mental states
With the rain blanketing the town this month, it's really no wonder that lush plantlife springs up in response. Wildflowers carpet the ground and creep up the decaying stone buildings in town. Vines choke doorways and creep across paths.
And, of course, mushrooms. Many, many mushrooms. They're everywhere, growing alone or in perfect fairy rings all over the woods and in town, sprouting up overnight and disappearing the next day.
When you step into a fairy ring, you might not even realize. Some of them are as big around as houses. How could you know? Nothing seems to happen.
At least, not at first.
It comes down on you all at once: fear. Thick, cold, wet, coating your skin and your tongue, pressing down on your nerves, you are gripped by fear so intense that it stops you in your tracks and makes your head spin, whites out the rest of the world. This is no generic fear, either. Whatever you are specifically terrified of— abandonment, becoming a monster, losing yourself, spiders—seems to be coming true all around you, all at once. Some fears may be so real that they could actually kill you. If you're afraid of a monstrous version of yourself, that version of you could strike you down, and you will die. If you're afraid of letting down the people you love, they might turn on you in your own mind, seeking to punish you for what you've done. The danger is real and immediate.
To break the illusion, the circle needs to break, too. You won't be able to see it from inside the illusion, so more likely someone will need to break you free. To them, you'll just look like you're standing there, doing whatever you're doing in the illusion in broad daylight in a circle of mushrooms.
Better be careful breaking those circles, though. When you're freeing someone, if you cross that threshold, you'll become trapped in the illusion right along with them but with your own fears added into the mix. You'll then have to work together to get free.
Once you're free from an illusion, you aren't out of the woods entirely.
Getting trapped just once heightens your fears for the rest of the month. You'll find yourself paranoid, worried that you're doing something wrong or alienating your friends. You'll see monsters in shadows. You're sure you're being hunted, and you have a growing and awful thought: the only way to truly be free is to trap someone else in a fairy ring.
And you desperately want to be free. The longer you go with those fears stalking you, the more intense the urge to save yourself will be. Who knows how long you'll be able to hold out before casually nudging someone past a line of mushrooms?
tl;dr:
With the rain blanketing the town this month, it's really no wonder that lush plantlife springs up in response. Wildflowers carpet the ground and creep up the decaying stone buildings in town. Vines choke doorways and creep across paths.
And, of course, mushrooms. Many, many mushrooms. They're everywhere, growing alone or in perfect fairy rings all over the woods and in town, sprouting up overnight and disappearing the next day.
When you step into a fairy ring, you might not even realize. Some of them are as big around as houses. How could you know? Nothing seems to happen.
At least, not at first.
It comes down on you all at once: fear. Thick, cold, wet, coating your skin and your tongue, pressing down on your nerves, you are gripped by fear so intense that it stops you in your tracks and makes your head spin, whites out the rest of the world. This is no generic fear, either. Whatever you are specifically terrified of— abandonment, becoming a monster, losing yourself, spiders—seems to be coming true all around you, all at once. Some fears may be so real that they could actually kill you. If you're afraid of a monstrous version of yourself, that version of you could strike you down, and you will die. If you're afraid of letting down the people you love, they might turn on you in your own mind, seeking to punish you for what you've done. The danger is real and immediate.
To break the illusion, the circle needs to break, too. You won't be able to see it from inside the illusion, so more likely someone will need to break you free. To them, you'll just look like you're standing there, doing whatever you're doing in the illusion in broad daylight in a circle of mushrooms.
Better be careful breaking those circles, though. When you're freeing someone, if you cross that threshold, you'll become trapped in the illusion right along with them but with your own fears added into the mix. You'll then have to work together to get free.
Once you're free from an illusion, you aren't out of the woods entirely.
Getting trapped just once heightens your fears for the rest of the month. You'll find yourself paranoid, worried that you're doing something wrong or alienating your friends. You'll see monsters in shadows. You're sure you're being hunted, and you have a growing and awful thought: the only way to truly be free is to trap someone else in a fairy ring.
And you desperately want to be free. The longer you go with those fears stalking you, the more intense the urge to save yourself will be. Who knows how long you'll be able to hold out before casually nudging someone past a line of mushrooms?
tl;dr:
- There are mushrooms rings sprouting up around town, and they will trap you in a world of fears.
- Those fears are real enough to kill or hurt you.
- People can get trapped together in a circle.
- Getting trapped just once makes you paranoid for the rest of the month, and liable to purposefully shove someone else into a circle to make it stop.
SPEAK THE TRUTH
Content warnings: choking, suffocation, potential character death
It starts small. Just a tickle in your throat when you're standing outside, like a dry spot you can't quite get rid of. You cough a few times and settle again.
Over the course of a day, or a few days, it builds. You're short of breath. Your lungs start to hurt, and then the rest of you. You can't seem to stop coughing. One particularly nasty fit takes you, maybe, and for the first time you feel something come up and spill from your mouth, choking you as it goes:
Flower petals. And glitter. Your body is bursting with glitter and flowers so thick they clog your lungs and your belly and your airways. Speaking becomes almost impossible; breathing is beyond difficult. If you don't get all of this out, you're almost certainly going to suffocate under the mass of lovely shimmering petals inside you.
To fix it, you'll need to speak your mind.
Small truths bring small relief. Tell someone that you're having a bad day, actually, instead of saying that you're fine, and you'll feel your lungs clear for a few hours. Let a friend know you actually hate fringe on them and don't think it works, cough up a few petals, and go about your day with clear lungs.
But to really grant you peace—because those flowers will keep blooming—you're going to need to go bigger than that. Tell a deep truth. Confess a real secret, something you'd rather keep hidden, something you're not proud of. They'll be top of mind this month whether you remember them or not. You might find yourself confessing something you have no memory to back up, but even that seems to work to stave off the flowers for a week or two, so keep those truths coming! If you keep talking, the flowers can't get you.
tl;dr:
It starts small. Just a tickle in your throat when you're standing outside, like a dry spot you can't quite get rid of. You cough a few times and settle again.
Over the course of a day, or a few days, it builds. You're short of breath. Your lungs start to hurt, and then the rest of you. You can't seem to stop coughing. One particularly nasty fit takes you, maybe, and for the first time you feel something come up and spill from your mouth, choking you as it goes:
Flower petals. And glitter. Your body is bursting with glitter and flowers so thick they clog your lungs and your belly and your airways. Speaking becomes almost impossible; breathing is beyond difficult. If you don't get all of this out, you're almost certainly going to suffocate under the mass of lovely shimmering petals inside you.
To fix it, you'll need to speak your mind.
Small truths bring small relief. Tell someone that you're having a bad day, actually, instead of saying that you're fine, and you'll feel your lungs clear for a few hours. Let a friend know you actually hate fringe on them and don't think it works, cough up a few petals, and go about your day with clear lungs.
But to really grant you peace—because those flowers will keep blooming—you're going to need to go bigger than that. Tell a deep truth. Confess a real secret, something you'd rather keep hidden, something you're not proud of. They'll be top of mind this month whether you remember them or not. You might find yourself confessing something you have no memory to back up, but even that seems to work to stave off the flowers for a week or two, so keep those truths coming! If you keep talking, the flowers can't get you.
tl;dr:
- Flowers and glitter grow in your throat and lungs until you say something true.
- Small truths bring small relief, and big truths bring big relief.
- Your truths will be top of mind this month, even if you don't remember them.
Upon Reflection
Content warnings: age changes, potential body horror
It's a beautiful spring day, the flowers are blooming, and you are looking just incredible today. Even your reflection, when you catch a passing glance in a window or a mirror, seems to look younger.
Or older. Or both?
No matter what reflective surface you look into, be it a mirror or the back of a spoon, it isn't your own reflection you'll see this month. Not exactly. It's you, alright, but it's you at a different age entirely. Maybe you're a cute little 5-year-old. Maybe a wrinkled 70-year-old stares back at you. For a moment, you're trapped, staring deeply into your own eyes. You feel the world fall away. You lose track of your own body for a bare second.
When you come back to yourself, your reflection is still there and you feel… different. Not mentally! Your mind is the same as it ever was, but your body? That's now the same age that it is in your reflection, be that five or fifty.
Weird!
This age-change effect lasts until your character either sees their reflection again at a different age (which can be their original age or a different one again) or for a few days. You can change your character's physical age as much as you want, but their mind will always stay as-is.
You can regain up to three memory points by interacting with this prompt, just by changing your age once. The memories you regain don't have to be age-related but there's a high likelihood they will involve your character's childhood.
tl;dr:
It's a beautiful spring day, the flowers are blooming, and you are looking just incredible today. Even your reflection, when you catch a passing glance in a window or a mirror, seems to look younger.
Or older. Or both?
No matter what reflective surface you look into, be it a mirror or the back of a spoon, it isn't your own reflection you'll see this month. Not exactly. It's you, alright, but it's you at a different age entirely. Maybe you're a cute little 5-year-old. Maybe a wrinkled 70-year-old stares back at you. For a moment, you're trapped, staring deeply into your own eyes. You feel the world fall away. You lose track of your own body for a bare second.
When you come back to yourself, your reflection is still there and you feel… different. Not mentally! Your mind is the same as it ever was, but your body? That's now the same age that it is in your reflection, be that five or fifty.
Weird!
This age-change effect lasts until your character either sees their reflection again at a different age (which can be their original age or a different one again) or for a few days. You can change your character's physical age as much as you want, but their mind will always stay as-is.
You can regain up to three memory points by interacting with this prompt, just by changing your age once. The memories you regain don't have to be age-related but there's a high likelihood they will involve your character's childhood.
tl;dr:
- Reflective surfaces all around town show you not as you are, but as yourself at a different age.
- Looking into those surfaces changes your physical age, but your mind stays the same.
- You can regain up to three memory points by engaging with this prompt.
yuri & astarion
Your pronouns: they/them
Contact:
yuri lowell
Event ideas:
- Tiny little guy! Yuri is going to be a child and furious at the limitations of his tiny body. It's going to be like a kitten spitting at you. If you get aged up, he may have an existential crisis at you. I'll also age him up probably and he will go hide in a corner, forced to think about living past the age of 25.
- Also going to hate telling the truth, glitter all over his mouth all the time. Could be a very fun one for him, since he isn't really a liar, but he does obfuscate the truth out of embarrassment. Let him tell you his true feelings about you! It'll be weird.
- Fears. I'll probs save this til later in the month because he won't pass it on. He'll keep the fear impulse until it kills him or someone forces him to pass it along. In the worst game of tag, he loses. His fear is hurting the people he loves, including all his Well friends. Want to see Yuri stabbing you? This is your shot!
Are you planning to create a log this month? Y, probably
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be tiny when it happens to be cuter if u want
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So now Ruby's worried about her in response.
She can spill the tea on that and they can kind of figure out what to do about themselves.
astarion
General ideas or plans for the month:
- Astarion had a really nice time biting folks at the party, and really doesn't want to go back to drinking animal blood. For the folks he already bit, I'd love for him to approach them and sort of kind of ask for more (and be forced to say it outright with the hanahaki). If no one bites (ha), I'll toss up a bulletin board ad for who wants to be bit by a vampire.
Event ideas:
- While he doesn't know it, really, his fear is to be enslaved again. He'll see himself being tortured and tormented in pretty horrible ways, so lots of cws on this prompt for him. He will very willingly pass it along to someone else so open to have him shoving folks into the fairy rings.
- Not a big truth telling fan, he will Not Like the glitter flower mouth disease. Let him tell you not so pleasant things he thinks about you! Learn about things he doesn't even know about himself (read: the aforementioned enslavement, awful things he's done, the people he misses from the party). Learn vampire lore! Could be fun here.
- Astarion can't see his reflection, so this one will be a Lot for him. He's going to see himself as an old man and go into a spiral, so if you want to see an old, old vampire freaking out, this is the one for you!
Are you planning to create a log this month? Y
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darin, ariane, emerald...
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Astarion can control himself when he's a. not sex pollen'd and b. not starving, so he can agree to these terms easily.
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