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7.2 Event Plotting
7.2 Event Plotting
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Wowwee, did you just think that? Oh, you might want to keep that inside. No, more inside. Thoughts are dangerous this month two!
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 log mid-month. There are no memory points in this event, but there will be in the mini-event!
Use the happenings form to report on what your character’s been up to!
Post any bulletins to the bulletin board and bother your fellow guests with your walkie-talkies!
Fill out as much or as little of this form as you like:
New this month
At the Staywell
The dining hall has the usual meals every day: a nice, continental breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and steaming hot corn soup for dinner, extra-spicy.Throughout the month, new books appear on shelves in the hotel lounge:
Thought Crimes: Even If You Only Think It, It's Wrong
Surreal Love: His Face Is On His Knee and I Love Him
Static Souls: Love on the Same Frequency
Six Inches To The Left: Rethinking Your Physical Space
HEART
HEART is particularly incomprehensible this month, written in a language no one here seems to be able to understand. Thought Crimes details how you must be accountable to every thought you have in your mind, and you might even start to believe it as you read until you remember that that's bullshit!
The pool is full and the sides are weirdly squishy. Kind of bouncy. And fun!
The General Store
The General Store's stock—though somewhat scattered throughout town, as outlined below— is a strange mix of everything that you've ever been able to "purchase" there, with fairy figurines, tiny cowboy hats, alien themed stationary, and so much more!Around town
The diner’s special for the month: loaded nachos! What they're loaded with change every time, sometimes it's good standards and sometimes they're covered in strawberry jam!When 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: Stationed behind the Cactus Pad's bar, which is in the lobby of the Staywell, and will also say, "Why not take a dip in the pool? It's awfully hot."
Owner of the General Store: Can be found in the Chrono room of the bathhouse, looking damp, and will also say: "Got a special sale on this month! Clearing house! You just shoot any questions my way, you hear?"
The bartender: Is in the Stardust diner behind the counter, and will also say, "Never liked the sweeter drinks myself, but here." Her cocktails this month are... bad, because she's using Stardust ingredients like ketchup and pie.
The waiter: Trying to take orders in the General Store. Smiles chirpily and says, "I just love this time of year! Perfect for ice cream."
The gravedigger: She's still digging, but now she's in the Cactus Pad, stabbing uselessly at the wooden floor with her shovel. By the end of the month she will have dug a very bad hole.
The sheriff: Out in the graveyard, offering towels to anyone who comes near a grave.
The catacombs
The catacombs are cool, dark, and full of whispers. The wall with the crack has opened, thanks to everyone's efforts, into a cramped tunnel that needs to be further excavated. The "stone" is strangely fleshy, and gets fleshier the further you excavate.On the Airwaves
Content warnings: forced honesty
This month, the very walls seem to be alive, but that's nothing new. It's happened before, after all: the town loves to mock and observe in public ways. What's a little ever-present whispering? You can't understand any of it, but murmurs drift from corners and shadows at all hours of the day and night, creeping softly along your skin. The town is thick with voices.
Unfortunately, it isn't just the walls.
Your own thoughts have turned on you, too. Things that you were sure you kept to yourself—comments, worries, cool one-liners and confessions alike—sound out loud in the air around you for everyone to hear. They're not shouts or whispers: they're said just the way you said them in your head, only distinctly less private. It's not every passing thought, but enough of them seem to be broadcasted to be uncomfortable! You're not saying them, but that sure is your voice in the air.
Of course, that's just if you aren't near a walkie-talkie. If you are near a walkie, even if it's not yours, there's a strong chance that whatever thought you just had may end up being broadcast into the town-wide network for more than just the people around you to hear. Better be careful!
And sometimes, strangely, your thoughts can end up on the bulletin board. You didn't write them, but there they are!
tl;dr:
This month, the very walls seem to be alive, but that's nothing new. It's happened before, after all: the town loves to mock and observe in public ways. What's a little ever-present whispering? You can't understand any of it, but murmurs drift from corners and shadows at all hours of the day and night, creeping softly along your skin. The town is thick with voices.
Unfortunately, it isn't just the walls.
Your own thoughts have turned on you, too. Things that you were sure you kept to yourself—comments, worries, cool one-liners and confessions alike—sound out loud in the air around you for everyone to hear. They're not shouts or whispers: they're said just the way you said them in your head, only distinctly less private. It's not every passing thought, but enough of them seem to be broadcasted to be uncomfortable! You're not saying them, but that sure is your voice in the air.
Of course, that's just if you aren't near a walkie-talkie. If you are near a walkie, even if it's not yours, there's a strong chance that whatever thought you just had may end up being broadcast into the town-wide network for more than just the people around you to hear. Better be careful!
And sometimes, strangely, your thoughts can end up on the bulletin board. You didn't write them, but there they are!
tl;dr:
- The walls are talking again, strange indistinct murmurs.
- You're talking too--sort of. Your thoughts are broadcast out loud without you saying them.
- Your thoughts can also end up on the network or the bulletin board.
A Little Squishy
Content warnings: N/A
The voices aren't the only weird thing about Wellstone this month. Actually, all of Wellstone itself seems like it's been… scrambled?
The Cactus Pad's large wooden bar is in the lobby, and the receptionist seems to have taken up residence behind it, though he isn't making drinks or saying anything outside of his usual fare. The Staywell's dining room is empty of chairs and tables: those, it turns out, are clustered in their usual formation in a bare patch of town street about two buildings down from the hotel itself.
The General store is full of booths from the diner and no tables to speak of, although the waiter is there trying valiantly to take orders, the Cactus Pad has tables but no chairs (or bar). You might find some of the General Store's usual stock in your room, or a stool from the Cactus Pad in your bathroom. The jukebox from the Stardust is in the middle of the hotel courtyard, and plays music constantly at absurd volumes. The mechanical bull is in the middle of the bathhouse, perched on the edge the larger public bath. Absolutely everything that has been moved is a weird texture: squishy and strange to the touch, a little shiny. There is a strange coppery iron-like scent in the air around them, and anyone with the senses to pick up on it will notice that everything that moved seems to be brand-new.
The changes aren't limited to what's listed here: odds and ends from the buildings around town are fair game to have ended up more or less anywhere, be that in character rooms or the middle of the desert. NPC location changes have been noted above, but almost no one is in their correct place.
tl;dr:
The voices aren't the only weird thing about Wellstone this month. Actually, all of Wellstone itself seems like it's been… scrambled?
The Cactus Pad's large wooden bar is in the lobby, and the receptionist seems to have taken up residence behind it, though he isn't making drinks or saying anything outside of his usual fare. The Staywell's dining room is empty of chairs and tables: those, it turns out, are clustered in their usual formation in a bare patch of town street about two buildings down from the hotel itself.
The General store is full of booths from the diner and no tables to speak of, although the waiter is there trying valiantly to take orders, the Cactus Pad has tables but no chairs (or bar). You might find some of the General Store's usual stock in your room, or a stool from the Cactus Pad in your bathroom. The jukebox from the Stardust is in the middle of the hotel courtyard, and plays music constantly at absurd volumes. The mechanical bull is in the middle of the bathhouse, perched on the edge the larger public bath. Absolutely everything that has been moved is a weird texture: squishy and strange to the touch, a little shiny. There is a strange coppery iron-like scent in the air around them, and anyone with the senses to pick up on it will notice that everything that moved seems to be brand-new.
The changes aren't limited to what's listed here: odds and ends from the buildings around town are fair game to have ended up more or less anywhere, be that in character rooms or the middle of the desert. NPC location changes have been noted above, but almost no one is in their correct place.
tl;dr:
- Things aren't where they're supposed to be! The bar, the jukebox, the waiter. Everything is a little turned around!