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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.

Comments

[owllady]

[ No, kid, come on. She glances at him, gritting her teeth. The chupacabras are circling back, growling, and Eda doesn't want to go like this. She has too much life left to live, and this kid has even more.

The chupacabras leap at her, and she leaps at them without a plan, but knowing that she can't let this kid get hurt, get killed, by these things.

As she jumps, her body changes, shifts, hair getting wilder, wings sprouting from her back, bursting through her clothes. Her hand turns clawed, and she attacks one of the creatures, rolling with it to the ground.

At least this time, she has a shot, a chance. She doesn't know what's happening, not in so many words, but she does seem to remember what to do with it. How to fly, how to fight, and rolls with the creatures, fighting them off one after the other ]

[goldenscarred]

[He doesn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't that. Did she get bit? And that caused this transformation? That doesn't seem possible, but it was so sudden... There's a slight tremble in his hands, watching as she begins to roll and fight with both monsters, and he knows he should help, but with what? How?

There's something jutting out of the ground nearby. Something that looks like it could be heavy, rusted. Whatever remained of a crowbar, he runs for it, pulling it from the ground and holds it close. When opportunity strikes- the woman throws a monster off her to strike the other- Hunter swings at it, bringing the crowbar down heavy onto it's prone form.]

[owllady]

[ Eda whoops when he smashes the creature with the crowbar. Alright, the kid can hold his own, which means she can spend less mental space thinking about him, and more space getting this other creature gone. It growls and leaps at her again. She grabs it with strength that surprises even herself and throws it toward Hunter ]

Hit it!

[goldenscarred]

[It's instinct for him somehow. He knows what he's doing with this crowbar, knows where to put his hands for the best grip, and knows how to shift his weight. The monster is thrown at him and he catches it with the hook of the crowbar, throwing it to the ground. Hunter flips the crowbar around easily and goes the extra mile to use the straight claw end to pierce through its neck. It screams, the sound beginning to die in its throat, and goes limp.

Hunter lets go of the crowbar, and watches with a little horror at what he did. Then back to the stranger woman, a conflicted look on his face.]

[owllady]

[ Eda watches this all happen, a little impressed and, oddly, a little proud. She hooks her hand on her hip ]

Nice moves. [ She stretches, her joints pop ] Good to get a little exercise in! Those things didn't know what hit 'em.

[ Her wings hang down by her sides, drooping a little. She doesn't know how to turn back, and hasn't really thought about it yet ]

[goldenscarred]

[So she's still herself, and not a similarly bloodthirsty monster, that's a relief. She also approves of what he did, even if he doesn't really know what came over him. That's even more of a relief, actually.]

Thanks.

...We should get out of here. There could be more.

[owllady]

[ Eda's a little riled up, she wouldn't mind fighting another monster, but she looks at him, at the expression on his face, and relents with a little smile ]

Sure thing. How d'you feel about pie?

[goldenscarred]

[That small smile is enough for him to feel a lot more comfortable around, so he lets his guard down a little with a touch of brattiness.]

I don't like it. The wings make it taste weird.

[He is, of course, referring to fairy pie.]

[owllady]

Didn't find any wings in these pies. Kinda weird ones. They're all sweet.

[ She knows what he's talking about, of course. Immediately. Even though he could be talking about her wings, which she has, which is also weird. But probably he hasn't tasted them.

She turns and heads toward the diner ]

Name's Eda.

[goldenscarred]

I'm-

[He stops himself, and touches his face. Right. No mask. A few more beats of silence, and then he clears his throat.]

I'm Hunter.

[owllady]

Good to meetcha, Hunter.

[ Not a hint of recognition, even if she notices his pointed ears, like her own. That, at least, is familiar. Everyone else here seems human, as far as she can tell. Not that it matters, very much, but it's still nice to not be completely out of her depth. ]

You heard of a "key lime" pie?

[goldenscarred]

...Is it like key slime?

[An ice cream flavor he's seen, he thinks?]

[owllady]

...it's green.

[ That's about all she's got. ]

This human stuff isn't all bad. A little sweet.

[goldenscarred]

[He's nodding as they walk, like he totally understands what she's talking about.]

Right. Yeah.

["Human stuff????"]

[owllady]

Bet you'll love it. If not--there's gotta be something with slime around here. It can't all be made of sugar.

[ She still somehow knows quite a bit about human versus witch stuff. Perhaps not the most useful memories to have packed away in there.

She doesn't notice his confusion, just walking toward the diner ]

[goldenscarred]

[Which is exactly what he was hoping for, now the One Adult He Respects doesn't think he's stupid for not understanding right away. He jogs a little to keep up with her longer stride, the diner not so far away now.]

No, I like sugar! Do you think they have soda?