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Welcome to Well! Characters arrive the same way every month. Your character arrives with only a handful of memories, clad in old west style clothes of your choosing, with no items from home. This month, there is a strong possibility that those old west style clothes include a pair of jorts or daisy dukes.
Anyone is free to play on the TDM, but you need an invite to apply. Feel free to use these prompts, and interact with the arrival or locations. NPCs are around, but only say a certain set of phrases. TDMs can be considered game canon.
This TDM takes place from the first week of May onward, and can happen concurrently with other events during May and June. This will be the only TDM for April, May, and June.
Applications are open April 26th until May 1st, and May 27th until June 1st. Invites are available for friends of current players.
All-Night Diner
Content warnings: feelings of euphoria and mild intoxication, exhaustion
There’s banner over the diner's doorway reading Welcome!, with colorful flags drooping in the heat. Inside, the waiter greets you with a wide smile and an announcement:
“Welcome to the Stardust Diner! Pie’s on the house today. Have a seat.”
During the day, the diner is just that: a diner. You can get anything on the very extensive menu, including prickly pear lemonade. The pie is free, and everything else is put on the tab for your room that will never come due, probably. It seems like a shame to eat that pie all alone! Accepting a piece of pie makes you feel like you should share this moment with someone. Luckily all the booths are plush and open, and it’s easy to plop down with a stranger to share this special moment.
At night, the mood shifts. The diner’s neon sign is a beacon against the thick darkness, beckoning you in with blinking lights and a line of text reading FORGET YOUR WORRIES. Inside, country-swing music rolls in time with throbbing red lights. The tables have been pushed aside to make room for a makeshift sticky dance floor, and the atmosphere is intoxicating.
It’s as easy as anything to be swept along with the vibes, the dancing, the intensity of it all. When you start dancing, you really do forget your worries. You forget that you don’t know how you got here and that you don’t may not even know the person beside you; you forget that you’re supposed to be anywhere else except here. Everything feels briefly perfect and beautiful, meant to be, no matter what else is happening to you.
When you stumble outside, it will be dawn, no matter how long you think you’ve been there, and you’ll be exhausted enough to simply curl up right there in the sand and fall asleep. Hope you made a friend kind enough to drag you home, or that someone wakes you up!
tl;dr:
There’s banner over the diner's doorway reading Welcome!, with colorful flags drooping in the heat. Inside, the waiter greets you with a wide smile and an announcement:
“Welcome to the Stardust Diner! Pie’s on the house today. Have a seat.”
During the day, the diner is just that: a diner. You can get anything on the very extensive menu, including prickly pear lemonade. The pie is free, and everything else is put on the tab for your room that will never come due, probably. It seems like a shame to eat that pie all alone! Accepting a piece of pie makes you feel like you should share this moment with someone. Luckily all the booths are plush and open, and it’s easy to plop down with a stranger to share this special moment.
At night, the mood shifts. The diner’s neon sign is a beacon against the thick darkness, beckoning you in with blinking lights and a line of text reading FORGET YOUR WORRIES. Inside, country-swing music rolls in time with throbbing red lights. The tables have been pushed aside to make room for a makeshift sticky dance floor, and the atmosphere is intoxicating.
It’s as easy as anything to be swept along with the vibes, the dancing, the intensity of it all. When you start dancing, you really do forget your worries. You forget that you don’t know how you got here and that you don’t may not even know the person beside you; you forget that you’re supposed to be anywhere else except here. Everything feels briefly perfect and beautiful, meant to be, no matter what else is happening to you.
When you stumble outside, it will be dawn, no matter how long you think you’ve been there, and you’ll be exhausted enough to simply curl up right there in the sand and fall asleep. Hope you made a friend kind enough to drag you home, or that someone wakes you up!
tl;dr:
- The diner is open and the pie is free.
- If you get a slice of pie, you feel compelled to share it with someone.
- At night, the diner transforms into essentially a nightclub. The vibes are intoxicating and you can forget all your worries and dance the night away.
- You can only leave at dawn, and your body will be exhausted. Better get help getting back to your room!
Something’s Coming
Content warnings: blood, blood-sucking, monsters
A few hours after dusk, strange creatures begin to scurry from shadow to shadow, chasing after anything that moves: chupacabras. Large ones. They’re big creatures, the size of large dogs with spikes down their spines and tails, dark and hairless with fearsome teeth. They are everywhere, and they are hungry.
They are indiscriminate in who they try to bite: the biggest among you is just as at risk as the smallest, but the bigger you are, the more of them might come for the fight. No matter where you are, there’s a risk: they seem adept at making their way into buildings. You might find one looming over your bed, resting on your chest, getting ready to bite; one might slip into the diner while you’re dancing and latch on when you’ve forgotten to be concerned.
If a chupacabra manages to bite you, it will suck your blood, and it won’t stop until you’re completely drained unless you do something about it. Having your blood sucked by one is not a pleasant experience, it’s excruciatingly painful and the creatures will do their best to keep you prone while eating their fill. The more they drink, the more exhausted you’ll get, until it’s very difficult to fight them off.
They can be killed or scared off, but the further they are into a fight or into their meal, the harder they are to get rid of. If a chupacabra has latched on to you, you’ll need help escaping!
tl;dr:
A few hours after dusk, strange creatures begin to scurry from shadow to shadow, chasing after anything that moves: chupacabras. Large ones. They’re big creatures, the size of large dogs with spikes down their spines and tails, dark and hairless with fearsome teeth. They are everywhere, and they are hungry.
They are indiscriminate in who they try to bite: the biggest among you is just as at risk as the smallest, but the bigger you are, the more of them might come for the fight. No matter where you are, there’s a risk: they seem adept at making their way into buildings. You might find one looming over your bed, resting on your chest, getting ready to bite; one might slip into the diner while you’re dancing and latch on when you’ve forgotten to be concerned.
If a chupacabra manages to bite you, it will suck your blood, and it won’t stop until you’re completely drained unless you do something about it. Having your blood sucked by one is not a pleasant experience, it’s excruciatingly painful and the creatures will do their best to keep you prone while eating their fill. The more they drink, the more exhausted you’ll get, until it’s very difficult to fight them off.
They can be killed or scared off, but the further they are into a fight or into their meal, the harder they are to get rid of. If a chupacabra has latched on to you, you’ll need help escaping!
tl;dr:
- Chupacabras strike the town at dusk.
- They want to suck your blood, and are indiscriminate in who they attack. They will try and drain you completely.
- They can be fought or scared off. It's easier to get rid of them if you have a pal.
The Walls Have Eyes
Content warnings: eyes, trypophobia
There are eyes everywhere. They peer out of cracks in walls, the floor, the grout in your shower, an open cut in your skin. There are even eyes in the craters on the moon, staring down at you unblinking.
These eyes seem familiar, even if you don’t remember them. You feel like you do. You feel a heavy weight settle over you when you look at them, guilt curdling in the pit of your gut.
The eyes belong to someone, or someones, who you’ve hurt or let down. They belong to your greatest mistake, to someone who you left behind, to someone who you regret. The same eyes over and over again, or the eyes of many who you’ve hurt, watching you, judging you, pleading for you to save them or apologize or make up for the mistakes you may not even remember making. You just know that you made them. They eyes don't lie.
The more you ignore these eyes, the more they seem to encroach on you: appearing in the walls, following you around corners, in the creases of your knuckles, the fold of your sheets. They replace the eyes of the people around you, the same eyes staring at you from everywhere you look.
Your skin itches with the constant feeling of being watched. Your head feels tight, and your own eyes feel too full, like there’s too much of you inside your skin. You’d do anything to get away from this feeling.
Soon enough, the mounting pressure explodes: you have to confront them and your guilt and your mistakes, and beg for the forgiveness they’re asking of you. Even if you don’t remember what those mistakes were, or why you should feel guilty, you have to tell someone. If you don't, the feeling will only mount, until all you can see are eyes. Eyes, just eyes.
tl;dr:
There are eyes everywhere. They peer out of cracks in walls, the floor, the grout in your shower, an open cut in your skin. There are even eyes in the craters on the moon, staring down at you unblinking.
These eyes seem familiar, even if you don’t remember them. You feel like you do. You feel a heavy weight settle over you when you look at them, guilt curdling in the pit of your gut.
The eyes belong to someone, or someones, who you’ve hurt or let down. They belong to your greatest mistake, to someone who you left behind, to someone who you regret. The same eyes over and over again, or the eyes of many who you’ve hurt, watching you, judging you, pleading for you to save them or apologize or make up for the mistakes you may not even remember making. You just know that you made them. They eyes don't lie.
The more you ignore these eyes, the more they seem to encroach on you: appearing in the walls, following you around corners, in the creases of your knuckles, the fold of your sheets. They replace the eyes of the people around you, the same eyes staring at you from everywhere you look.
Your skin itches with the constant feeling of being watched. Your head feels tight, and your own eyes feel too full, like there’s too much of you inside your skin. You’d do anything to get away from this feeling.
Soon enough, the mounting pressure explodes: you have to confront them and your guilt and your mistakes, and beg for the forgiveness they’re asking of you. Even if you don’t remember what those mistakes were, or why you should feel guilty, you have to tell someone. If you don't, the feeling will only mount, until all you can see are eyes. Eyes, just eyes.
tl;dr:
- The eyes of someone(s) who embodies your regret appear in the cracks of the world around you.
- The more you ignore the eyes, the more of them appear, and the more you feel an intense, heavy sense of guilt.
- The guilt you feel can be based on things you remember, or things you don't. If it's based on things you don't know, your head will also hurt.
- The eyes will ease if you admit your guilt, to the best of your ability. Tell someone your guilt, and the eyes will recede.
- If you don't, your whole world will become eyes.
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Maybe. I don't think it changes that it still happened. It wouldn't hurt so much if it didn't.
[She let's her arms wrap around her knees as she thinks back on the few memories that she has.]
If I couldn't fix it. There'll be someone else who can do it. Someone who can carry that kind of burden.
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Who said it had to be you in the first place? What's wrong with letting someone else save the people you can't? [even if that person is yourself. she frowns, but only like she's considering whether she should say something. ultimately, she does.] Hell, I had to be saved twice, and that's just what I can remember. I don't think there's anything wrong with that.
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I don't know- That should be how it works, right? I don't know why all of this was my responsibility. But it was, and I must not have been very good at it.
[There's a pause. And then another draining feeling.]
It sounds like you were luckier than I was then. I- Didn't have anyone to do that for me.
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[she doesn't want to talk about what she'd been saved from, so she doesn't. but she doesn't want to leave this alone either. she looks up at her and there's just a tiny, quiet kind of smile on her face.]
Well, hey. I know I... started this whole conversation pretty mad at you, but I think I can tell that none of this is really your fault. So how about we start over? [the smile gets a little nicer.] What's your name, stranger?
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But she sees the smile and there's a hint of confusion on her face. Like- She still didn't really understand why someone could be happy- or well not mad at her. It takes her a little to figure out just what to do with all of this.]
Uh... Sure? I guess.
[She fumbles for a moment and then decides to just accept it for now.]
Ruby. Uh- Ruby Rose.
It's uh... Nice? to meet you.
[Nailed it.]
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For real? Your name's Ruby?
[she leans forward, pushing off the wall a little so she can extend her hand to shake ruby's.]
My name's Emerald. What are the odds, you know? [see, this is fine. she's being normal about this. even if ruby looks confused by the idea of someone showing something this genuinely pleasant towards her, emerald's not gonna stop. after all, she's been in places like that before, too, she thinks. she doesn't remember a lot of the specifics of where she grew up, but there were definitely—there had to be times where she didn't know what was going on and was too afraid to reach out a hand. right?]
I'm not gonna bite your head off. Don't worry.
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[But was that still the case? She had the choice to be someone else didn't she? Why didn't she decide on taking up a new name.]
Emerald. ...Maybe where we're from they just named people after rocks?
[If only she actually knew.
It was hard to reach out. To feel like she was worth someone reaching out for. But she doesn't fully pull away at the moment. She could always just avoid getting closer in the future, right? Right.]
You should probably be a bit more worried about yourself.
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Why? I mean, aside from the misunderstanding—and, like, we can agree it was a misunderstanding, right? Aside from that, I don't know what you're worried about. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself, but so far... I don't know, Ruby. You just seem a lot more scared than I was when I came in here.
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[Ruby still wasn't exactly eager to give the full story of it. That was for her to sort out. If she could. But what she did have the power to do was keep people at arms length. ...And while she sorted things out here, she wasn't eager to let this get any closer than it already was.]
I'm not scared. I'm not.
[She's totally scared.] </small. I just don't want to be responsible when you get hurt for being around me.
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If I get hurt when I'm around you, it's my own fault. What, you don't think you're some kind of bad luck charm or something, do you?
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Maybe.
[But she relents a little from there.]
Don't say I didn't warn you.
[Because she totally did. But she also doesn't have the effort to stop Emerald at the moment.]
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[she says that sincerely, at least, even if she doesn't plan on paying much attention to the warning whenever stuff starts hitting the fan. again. instead, she proceeds with a little more caution.]
Hey, Ruby. You said you were looking for some alone time. Is there anything you want to talk about, or do you want me to get out of here and give you some time to yourself?
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She considers her options lightly and shrugs.]
No. You know about this spot now, so I'm going to have to find another one later.
You kind of messed up the vibe for hanging around alone at the moment anyways.
So like- I guess you can hang around.
[Whether she wanted to talk about anything was different question entirely that she was just going to ignore for now.]
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[there's only gonna be one sad sack around here and it's gonna be emerald. especially if this girl is so torn up about something that emerald doesn't know the first thing about. she can't even make herself feel smug about "accidentally" snapping this girl out of her funk because one, it doesn't seem like she actually did, and two, it doesn't feel great.]
I know I said I didn't want your "sob story". [and yeah, she throws up a weak little approximation of air quotes to make fun of herself.] But why do you think that there's only one way this is gonna go? What makes you so convinced I'm gonna get hurt by hanging around you?
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[And Emerald had her own things going on. She looks back at over and gives a hint of a shrug. There might be an instance of something resembling a lip curling up at the air quotes, but it doesn't exactly last long.]
That's all I remember.
People getting hurt because of me. Me not being enough to do anything about it. Before I wound up here someone else died. I don't remember who they were. But I know they were trying to something for me.
And then I wound up here.
The memories feel fresh. And- It makes sense that I'd wake up somewhere other than where I was.
All signs point to it being a bad idea.
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I don't remember a lot either, you know, but... before I met the woman who saved me, the only thing I knew was true in this world was that I lived on the backstreets, and the backstreets were bad for me. [she's embellishing, but only a little. she can't be sure if most of this is true.] I must have trusted her a lot, but she pulled me out of the backstreets and into a better life. It just took getting rid of everything I thought I knew.
[she looks over at ruby like she's expecting her to pick up on what she's putting down.]