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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:

• 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:

• 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:

• 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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Ruby Rose | RWBY

[fellthroughtheworld]

[Arrival]

[There's one new addition to the lobby that stands more than a little. It's a tree oddly shaped like a teenage girl with a somber expression just growing out of the floor.

There's not much to be said about it other than that. It remains that way for a few hours and can be messed with in any number of ways. Eventually it'll suddenly start to shake, lines and cracks will form all along the tree as if there was something inside trying to break out.]

[The Walls Have Eyes.]

[Since emerging from the tree, Ruby had felt the crushing weight of guilt for actions she didn't remember. It was a weight that felt familiar- perhaps all consuming and she hadn't felt the need to share it with anyone. She was fine. She would be fine on her own.

But then the eyes started to appear. And the weight of those actions started to hang heavier on her. And at first she thought she could just ignore that too. But then more and more eyes started to loom over her.

Eventually it hits her. She snaps-. She bursts out of room and comes crashing through the hallway. Hands pulling her cloak up over her face- But there's just more eyes in there. She'll come crashing into someone and after a brief stumble she'll move to push them out of the way.]

Leave me alone!

[All Night Diner. Nighttime.]

[To say Ruby had been moody since arriving was an understatement. If there was one thing going in her favor it was that she did seem to be actively trying to stay away from anyone here. Which is why she had come to the diner later in the evening. Unfortunately she hadn't expected the dance floor to be set up. There was a brief moment where she looked shocked but she also felt lighter. And that feeling more than anything caught up with her.

Anyone who catches Ruby on the dancefloor will see someone very different on the dance floor. She's out there grinning wide, cheerful, and dancing up a storm. ...Unfortunately she's not actually very good at what she's doing. And odds are if someone is dancing near her, her heel is coming right down on their toes.]

[Wildcard]

[Have anything else in mind? Go for it. Or shoot a pm to jjabarrett on plurk to plot something out.]

ARRIVAL

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[So, if Darin has learned anything it's that sometimes there are people shaped innocuous objects in the lobby. He learned this hard way when Cecelia stopped being a statue partway through him washing her. He has learned his lesson.]

[So now he's just. Sitting in a spot watching the girl shaped tree. If anyone lingers for too long, he'll chime in saying something completely not insane like "There's a girl in there, don't do anything weird."]

[Finally, he stands and gets close to examine said girl tree and the cracks that seem to be forming along it.]

I hope you're not actually some weird plant monster.

[He lightly knocks on her wooden forehead.]

[fellthroughtheworld]

[Even if the knocks weren't exactly hard. The cracks on the tree's forehead start to splinter and crack more- Until finally the most obvious tree like qualities of it split and fall away. Revealing the girl who was on the inside gasping for air, eyes darting around as she tried to figure out what exactly was going on.

Her last memories blurred together. She remembered, she hadn't wanted to be her anymore. ...And she could have been anyone.

Is this what she had decided to be?

She was so confused. And all she saw was this weird blue haired guy in front of her. So she did what any rational person who was confused about her situation and in front of a random stranger would do.

She screamed. All while twisting and breaking off more bits of tree.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

AHHH!!! AHHH I'M SORRY!!! I'M SORRY!!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU!!

[Well, now they're both screaming. This is neat.]

[To his credit, Darin is dodging as this girl twists and swings and breaks her arms free.]

I SWEAR I DIDN'T HURT YOU OR PLANT YOU HERE OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE SCREAMING ABOUT!!!

Arrival

[curiouslycursed]

[There is an unusual-looking cat that saunters into the lobby while the tree stands there, and they can't help being curious about the strange tree. Was it always here? Where did it come from? Who plants a tree in the middle of a lobby? Particularly a tree whose trunk looks remarkably like a familiar girl?

The Cat has so many questions, and so very few answers, and it doesn't seem like the Receptionist has much for answers. Unfortunate.

Still, they are a cat, and that means they know there's a few things a tree is very good for. So they sit in front of it for a moment, studying it contemplatively. Then suddenly, they rise up on their back legs, and sink their claws into the wood, pulling back in a long stretch.]

Re: Arrival

[fellthroughtheworld]

[The tree at first behaves as any tree would. It doesn't do anything as the cat digs it's claws into the wood and long scratch marks drag down bark of the tree. That is until the claws get down further into the shaped leg design and that's when it hits something different. Something distinctly not wood. A muffled sound can be heart in the tree and it starts to shift and crack. ...When the cat pulls it's claw back there's a hint of blood on it's claw.]

[curiouslycursed]

[Sometimes a day goes badly, and you're stuck in a strange hotel with no memory of how you got there, except for the strange, nagging feeling that someone important has left you behind, and no one has any answers.

Sometimes you dig your claws into a tree for a good stretch and make a decision as your claws sink into the bark.

This is their tree now.

They pull back when their claws hit something softer than wood, and their ears twitch as they hear the muffled noise coming from the tree. They sit back on their haunches to examine their bloody claw, their head tilted to one side.]

Well, now... Isn't that interesting?

[They leap into the air and hang there so they can examine the tree nose to nose.]

There's someone in there, isn't there?

all night diner

[owllady]

[ Her heel comes right down on Eda's toe, but instead of screeching, she laughs and grabs onto Ruby's hand, pulling her into a twirl. Her fanged grin is wide, and her hair is wild, and she is a decent dancer, but in the kind of way where it's clear she's dancing like no one's watching. Her movements are big and intense and she's laughing bright and easy.

She drops Ruby into a dip, grinning at her ]

Nice moves, kiddo.

[fellthroughtheworld]

[On a normal day, ruby might have felt bad about stomping on Eda's toes, but she's pulled into the twirl and any sort of guilt vanishes along with it. Something about this evening is magical and she just laughs, laughs like she doesn't have a single care in the world.

She wishes on a normal day she could be like this woman. Without a care in the world. She drops into the dip and she looks up with wide, silver eyes filled with glee.]

Thanks- It's my first time. I think.

[owllady]

First time? Then we better make it special!

[ Eda somehow knows it's not her own first time, even if she can't remember the others, but she's danced before, plenty of times, she's sure.

She pulls Ruby out of the dip, and into another spin. ]

the walls have eyes

[thinkfirst]

Ah—! Wait!

[ Without really thinking about it, Flynn lunges after the girl who just crashed into him, heedless of the fact that she shoved him: it feels like something he should apologize for, and he doesn't want to stay in this hallway, anyway. The whorls in the stone are watching, judging him. He has to apologize. He knows he does. ]

I'm sorry, I should have been— what's wrong?

[fellthroughtheworld]

[Ruby is already trying to make her way down the hall when Flynn makes his lunge. Anything to get away from the eyes and the guilt they plagued her with. She let's out a grunt when she notices she's being followed by him.]

It's nothing. It's none of your business- I'm fine.

[She doesn't look, sound, or act fine. But sure.]

[thinkfirst]

[ On a normal day, perhaps Flynn would let her go. He would listen, and let her go, and worry from afar for the frightened girl he's never seen before.

Today, though, guilt itches under his skin: guilt about inaction, and about the things he didn't do, the choices he didn't make. Guilt about things he let slide, he thinks: it pulls at him, it makes him want to tear open a hole in the world.

He can't let it go. He can't let her go.

Instead, he tears after her, his boots loud on the washed stone, calling out, ]

Please wait! I can fix this! You don't have to run, I'm so sorry— you don't even have to be fine!

👀

[rottencactus]

[You know, suddenly dealing with the crushing horror of having died and being trapped in a timeloop aside, things seemed ...calm...? They did until the eyes started cropping up everywhere. Augh.]

[Trying to play the avoidance game with them is what makes him bump into Ruby in the first place, and he is about to spew a deluge of apologies at whoever it was when she shoves him instead.]

Hiiiee! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for being alive!

[fellthroughtheworld]

[The way he says that causes Ruby to freeze. Hoo boy had he hit the wrong button with her. She approaches again- This time moving to grab him by the collar. There are tears running down her cheeks as she pulls him closer. She is acting more instinct than anything- ignoring the eyes as best she can. Which only makes it worse.]

If you want to keep it that way. Stay away from me.

[rottencactus]

[He yelps at suddenly being grabbed, thought he doesn't try to outright fight her. The only thing keeping him from turning on his own waterworks is the way Ruby is looking at him.]

S-Scary...

[He's being threatened? By a scary girl who is also upset?? Who he ...doesn't recognize.]

P-Please, I... I mean you no harm, I-I was ...I can disappear if you'd like... please don't hurt meee....

Diner

[mediaphobic]

[It was impossible to not notice the girl with no apparent sense of rhythm. Aizawa wanted to leave her be-- really, he did. But it was the ghosts of DJs from the past, whose faces he couldn't see but whose voices shook his bones, that inevitably drove him to lift a hand to catch the girl before she Bunny Hopped someone into the ground.]

Hey. Slow down a minute.

You'll do better if you get out of your head.

[fellthroughtheworld]

[Ruby hadn't felt to loose and free since she had arrived in this place. But the way this guy approached and commented on what she was doing. There was an ache that came back through. She didn't like it and she tried to back away when he got a hold of her hand.]

No- No-

This is good. I'm doing fine, old man.

[While she's resisting there's a certain sense of teasing that puts in her last words. Something familiar about this guy that she can't quite put her finger on.]

[mediaphobic]

[Was it the scruff on his chin? Or the shadows of a thousand and one sleepless nights that suggested he was old? Maybe it was the scars that the eyepatch barely hid-- or the wearied acceptance of life's bullshit that lurked behind the gaze of his remaining eye that seemed almost crimson in what must have been a trick of the neon lighting, that ultimately gave him away.

Aizawa frowned at the girl. Something about her brief expression tugged at his heart strings--

And, he stood.]

Sure you are. Can you hear the drums at all?

eyes on the inside

[thepunshow]

[ ruby can push all she likes, but she'll find that the blonde in front of her is unyielding. yang doesn't even take a half-step back from the full force of ruby running into her. taking big hits comes with the territory of being built like a tank.

she a brief frown flickers across her face at ruby's obvious distress. she doesn't look all that old.... what kinds of burdens could someone her age even have? holding up her hands in a placating gesture, she says: ]

Hey, cool it. [ not that the suffocating pressure of the burning stares demanding atonement are helping create a "cool it" kind of atmosphere. ]

You're gonna be alright.

[fellthroughtheworld]

[The last thing Ruby had been expecting was to run into someone as sturdy as the concrete walls here. Her momentum is shot and she stumbles away a few steps before she turns to look at the person she crashed into.

She doesn't recognize her at all, but there is something reassuring about her voice. It takes her mind off the countless eyes for a moment and she lifts her hood just a touch.]

You don't understand-

It's not going to be alright.

And maybe it's not supposed to be.

the walls have eyes

[rustedknight]

[ The body Ruby collides with is broad and sturdy, and it isn't receptive to being shoved anywhere. A pair of hands shoot out and shove her back emphatically, the feet underneath them shifting to plant firmly on the ground. ]

Watch where you're going!

[fellthroughtheworld]

[Ruby wasn't exactly paying attention to who or what she was running into. The last thing she had expected was to run into something solid- And to have it shove back. She stumbles back and hits the wall behind her with a grunt.

Her silver eyes glare back up at Jaune. For some reason- she just sees more of these eyes popping up all over him.]

Jerk! What's wrong with you!?

The walls have eyes

[searingwing]

[Callused hands grab her shoulders and lightly push, widening the space between them. He looks about. There are eyes around him like a sea of staring, pleading faces. He turns away from them.] Tell me what you see first.

This is not a place that's wise to wander alone.

[guidemyway]

[There's a light stumble as she's pushed but she's able to keep her footing. She looks at him with a desperate sort of confusion. There's a hint of frustration in her voice.]

Why does it matter? I see a bunch of eyes-

And hanging around me is only going to make things worse. You find someone better to hang around with.