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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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[Regardless, the Cat seems to have lost interest in their pie for the moment, and instead just watches Jaune across the table. Straight down to business, since they have no idea what this place is or why, or how, any of them are here.]
So! What have you learned about Wellstone so far?
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[ They are the Curious Cat, after all. Jaune shovels in another forkful of pie, although a slightly less exuberant one. (Does it bother Jaune to be eating pie licked topping-free by a cat? Not particularly.)
He sighs at the question, mouth still full, and holds up his hand palm out to stall for a moment as he swallows. ]
Less than you have, I can tell you that much. I was hoping you'd have some answers for me, actually.
Like - who am I, exactly? I know my name, I think, and I know what I do, but everything else is...
[ He tips his head to the side and knocks his temple with the heel of his hand, like tapping out an already empty wastebasket. ]
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Hmm. I don't know much more than you, I'm afraid. I know your name is Jaune. I know that you and I know each other, and that I was helping you, but aside from that, it seems I remember very little myself. From what I've seen so far, this is apparently fairly standard.
Oh, and don't expect to get much information out of the native residents. They appear to be very heavily scripted, and they don't deviate from their regular lines at all.
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[ Jaune rubs the back of his neck, wincing slightly at the recollection of a frustrating conversation that now suddenly makes much more sense. ]
I thought he was just being rude. [ Awkward. ] That does explain why he didn't elaborate about what gets dangerous outside at night.
Still. If we showed up around the same time, that means something, right? Maybe we were trying to get here on purpose, or we got lost at the same time. Now, if we knew what you were helping me with...
[ Jaune sticks another forkful of pie into his mouth and leaves the fork sticking out of it as he pats himself down, emitting a tiny mmhm! of success when he uncovers the Notebook.
The Notebook, capitalized for reasons of importance, is a palm-sized cactus shaped novelty notepad. Jaune flips it open and double clicks the tiny pen dangling off a rubbery curled spring attached to the top. He scribbles down 'Find out what the Curious Cat is helping me with' and sits back, satisfied, to pop the fork out of his mouth. ]
I've been writing things down as I thought about them. [ He smiles at the Cat, clearly pleased with himself. ] Mysteries, unanswered questions. I mean, I'm not as good at it as you are, obviously - but maybe I had the idea in the first place because we were trying to figure something out!
[ The unstoppable team of Cat and Jaune! ]
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I suppose there are endless possibilities, but I don't think I would have intentionally brought us here had I known we wouldn't remember why we came here in the first place. Which means either I didn't lead us here intentionally, or -
[The appearance of the pen stops the Cat in their tracks. Is that. Is that a springy rubber string attaching that pen to that Notebook? How enticing! Their eyes dilate as he writes his notes, and they reach out a paw to slap at the coiled rubber.]
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The pen's spring, in the meanwhile, sproings gently when the Cat bats at it, just rigid enough to wobble enticingly back and forth. ]
- you didn't know this would happen. [ Is that right? ] No - that's not it. We either...ended up here by mistake, or there's a way for us to remember what we're missing that you knew we would find.
I guess that doesn't have to be 'or'. [ Jaune sighs. ] This is why I was so glad to see you. I'm not good at this. Or if I am, I don't remember that, either.
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Hmm? [Wow, Jaune, cats don't make mistakes.] Oh, no, no, no. This couldn't have been an error on my part. Either we came here intentionally, knowing we would be able to recover our forgotten memories, or someone's sent us here. Either way, I was helping you before, of course, I will continue to do so.
[There was a reason they were helping him, they're sure of it. They just have no idea what it is yet.]
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And I'll help you too, as much as I can. [ That's easy, a given. ] I already feel a lot better hearing that. I'm glad it can't be a mistake.
[ Whether they sent themselves or someone sent them, knowing there was intention behind their circumstances (which must be correct, because the Cat couldn't be wrong about that) is at least better than a random accident. If they could get in, they must be able to get out. ]
Thanks, Cat.
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No, that doesn't feel very likely.]
Of course, we'll help each other as much as we can.
[They pause as they seize the spring between their teeth and pull back on it, shaking their head back and forth.]
I think... Our first best step is to - [They begin to punctuate each word as they tug at the notebook] find out as much about this place as possible.
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A case in point: he still holds the notepad in place even when the Cat fastens their vividly bright teeth on the chewy textured spring and tugs, the anchor of the spring on the flimsy cardboard backing starting to give way. Jaune wouldn't let just anyone bite his stuff. ]
I can do that. I'll talk to people, keep an eye out, then bring everything back to you.
[ That's practically a whole plan already. There's always a way to get through things with other people's help. He believes that wholeheartedly, even if that's another of those inexplicable beliefs he can't back up. ]
You know - the store in town has lots of things like this. I could get you some more, if you want? So you can experiment with them.
[ For science and discovery, and so on. ]