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Because one day, I'll leave you a phantom

OCTOBER 2021 EVENT

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Band playing on moving float with people in masks walking behind.]
[Image Two: Woman in gas mask and elaborate ballgown.]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Man looking away while creepy corpse-like woman puts hand on window.]
[Image Two: Two contorted girls crawling across floor with blood flowing out.]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Headless horseman with jack-o-lantern rearing on horse.]
[Image Two: Annabelle doll rocking on its own in chair.]

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WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE

WHEN: During the daytime every day of October
WHERE: Throughout the streets of Cellar Door and Willful Machine.
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

The Black Parade has begun in Trench. You will begin to see residents painting skulls and monsters onto their faces, even the ones who abide by practical lifestyles. By the first week of October, you won't see a single resident of Trench without facepaint or a mask of some kind obscuring their face.

"It's for the Black Parade," they say, "It's to keep us safe. You should start painting your face too. You should disguise yourself so they can't find you."

Who, you might ask? Anyone dangerous. It's vague and unsettling, but you think maybe they are onto something. Call it intuition or basic common sense. Stalls pop up all around Trench selling cheap masks and costumes. They aren't exactly Halloween costumes. There's less of a focus on becoming something and more of a focus on looking different than you currently do.

Then the Black Parade really takes off. Black and white confetti seem to fall from the sky and you can hear the distant sound of trumpets and drums. You can feel the earth give small tremors and Trenchies begin to flock to Cellar Door and the Willful Machine. They line the streets and you can see why: a literal parade is coming through. Stages are set with talented musicians rocking out, singing into wireless, floating moonlit mics. Incredible, giant puppets walk through the streets guided by a dozen talented Architects. Other people move about in stilted costumes, elaborate gowns. Some performers set up small, stationary areas to perform for smaller crowds. The sky is filled with massive and unusual kites. Find one among the many stalls or make your own!

Stalls hand out candied applies, foil-wrapped candies, and roasted pumpkin seeds by the bundles. Hot ciders are kept in barrels ready to be served up in tin mugs, with or without alcohol. It's a festive atmosphere that seems to go nonstop 24/7 throughout October but exclusively in these areas. It's a good place to go to avoid some of the haunts of October and to have a good time. Why not get involved? Make your own puppet, float, or costumes, and join in the fun. Chunks of the road are reserved for parades, but others have been sectioned off for people to dance and mingle about. You quickly learn that face-paint and masked/concealed faces seem to be a good way of avoiding the attention of beasts, angry Pthumerians, and other unusual creatures in Trench.

It's not a foolproof method, but October largely celebrates the safety of ambiguity and is one of the few times the practical and pleasure factions get along. Get your face painted up or pick out a costume - it's both aesthetic and life-saving! The Black Parade is held annually every October all October long and is considered a significant Trench holiday. Many people refer to the costumes specifically as "Black Parade" costumes and sentiments commonly exchanged at this time include: Have a blessed and safe Blood Moon; May your Seasons pass unseen; Bless the many faces of cleverness; May you go unseen by the blood; Blessed Black Parade.

QUICK FACTS

1. Halloween costumes you can buy at the store won't be available unless a character intentionally makes one. Most of the costumes in Trench are more or less eccentric make-up looks and unusual masks. They look a lot more like Cirque du Soleil costumes than Halloween costumes.

2. Characters can have multiple costume/face-paint/mask changes throughout the month. No one will be forced into these - but it is strongly, culturally encouraged for everyone's safety to dress up!

LONELINESS KILLS: THE CURSE OF CLOVERFIELD

WHEN: October
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Psychological-based curse, feelings of intense loneliness, mental health.

It is said that the Blood Moon reminds Cloverfield of those he has lost over the decades. They say that the howling wind is actually the sound of Cloverfield's cries and there seems to be some truth to that. He can be seen wandering the Farther Shores and watching the moon. If you seek out Cloverfield and offer him comfort and companionship, he will bless you with a worn picture of a loved one or someone you miss desperately or even just a place you miss...Even if it's impossible for such a picture to exist.

Of course, not everyone will visit Cloverfield. Cloverfield's loneliness begins to curse the city of Trench. Sleepers will be impacted the most heavily as their blood will directly react to this curse. Sleepers who have a good sense of relationship may be able to avoid the curse, but those who often feel lonely or homesick will start to feel worse and worse as the days go by.

Eventually, their loneliness begins to manifest as a corpse-like version of themselves or the person they care about most. This corpse follows them around everywhere like a shadow. You won't notice your own Loneliness, but other people might, especially palebloods, Night Walkers, and Disciples. These corpses don't seem to care about anything or anyone and at first don't seem violent...But eventually, this Loneliness becomes consuming.

Once it does, you too will contort, and you and your Loneliness will soon be crawling about on all fours, blood floating out of you in thin streams. You'll be lost to your feelings of loneliness, stalking the streets with your Loneliness, looking for companionship. Of course, you're completely corrupt at this point, so your version of finding companionship most likely involves accidentally suffocating someone or other violent actions. Some people may never become violent once they are in the Final Stage, but the blood constantly flowing from them will create heavy blood pollution and may draw in far more dangerous creatures. You really don't want Lonely People walking around!

Better start some conversations - even if these Lonely People are creepy as hell. But, then again, they are just lonely. Hopefully, you will find peace of mind and find your people. Hopefully, you will banish loneliness...For the time being.

QUICK FACTS

1. This curse will impact people who are more isolated than others. Interaction with other people or animals will alleviate the curse and may completely stop it for some.

2. You can stop the curse at the corpse stage by confronting a Sleeper and opening up an emotional conversation about their loneliness. This may not always work, but the more the conversation works for the Sleeper, the more effective. The corpse will fleck away once the curse has been reversed.

3. Curses can continue to come back throughout October, but once you've experienced it once, it's less likely to occur again.

4. The Final Stage of the curse is the hardest to stop and most of the time, it's easiest to just kill the Cursed. It's easier to kill them than talk them out of their loneliness, but it is not impossible to talk them out of it. It requires dedication, patience, and some serious cleverness on how to survive a monster trying to kill you at the same time.

5. Loneliness can be widely interpreted once in the Final Stage. People should generally still look like themselves. How people act in this stage can vary from character to character and should be centric to how characters deal with their loneliness in general. If they're prone to shutting people out, then maybe their Loneliness is aloof and distant. If they're prone to clinging to toxic people, then maybe their Loneliness is accidentally violent. It's open to interpretation.

LEGENDS OF TRENCH

WHEN: All October
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghosts, Themes of death.

Unfortunately, not everyone can gain control of their loneliness. As blood is spilled throughout Trench over loneliness, this blood pollution festers and begins to claim poor souls. Corruption leads way to beasthood and people lost to this find themselves transforming into familiar, legendary ghost stories of old-world lore. These Legendary Ghosts come out primarily at night. As the Black Parade established, anyone who keeps their faces disguised with make-up or masks will be completely safe from the Legendary Ghosts. Though if you go after a Legendary Ghost in a costume, you'll only be safe until you attack them. It's not a bad move for a sneak attack though!

...But those who forgot to dress up or felt like such superstitions wouldn't work...

Congratulations, you might come across the path of a Dullahan: a headless horseman carrying a whip made from a spinal cord, ready to throw basins of blood on you and draw in other beasts. Or maybe you encounter a far more subtle Legendary Ghost. Maybe you see a hitchhiker on the side of the road and decide to give them a ride, but when you look in your rearview mirror, they are no longer in your backseat. While most of these Legendary Ghosts are intending to harm you and spread more blood pollution, some just seem to be genuinely lost souls, lost to corruption, lost to their own failures and loneliness. In some cases, freeing them is protecting yourself and others, but in other cases, freeing them is just simple kindness.

You may meet a ghost bride who is waiting eternally for her wedding by one of the shrines in Cassandra. Maybe you meet a ghostly scholar at the Archives in Gaze. The spirits range widely and seem to haunt every corner of Trench - including your own homes. The only real way to deter a Legendary Ghost from your home is by heavily decorating your home with things like jack-o-lanterns, fake blood splatters, fake gravestones, and various other death-centric decor. This seems to repel Legendary Ghosts as they see it as a reminder of their own fate. Some are angered by the decorations while others are terrified by them and seem incapable of telling the difference between real blood and fake blood.

QUICK FACTS

1. These corrupt souls can be saved through blood rituals/magic/ghost banishings relying on blood artifacts. This will usually put the soul to rest - it will not bring people "back to life."

2. While it is mostly Trenchies turning into these beings, Sleepers can also be transformed into Legendary Ghosts. We provide a general outline, but the idea is that people are turning into legendary ghost stories so you can play with your own ideas/canons.

While Trenchies cannot be saved, we leave it up to you if a Sleeper could be brought back to themselves or if they will have to "die" to be cured of their Legendary Ghost status.

3. You can use famous Legendary Ghosts from around the world. We gave a few examples, but have fun with this! The Legendary Ghost-like creature you go with should generally be "ghost-like" / have to do with death specifically. They do not need to be exclusively evil/violent spirits, but many are.

CODING

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[Loneliness Kills.] [CW: Possible Strangulation.

[Ruby normally wouldn't consider loneliness something she'd normally suffer from. She had plenty of friends, family and loved ones here. But as the month dragged on the feeling slowly crept up on her and took hold. There was a realization that she'd never see her former home again, that she'd never see her teammates, or her dad, or her mothers resting place. She tried to push the feelings aside but they continued to bubble up in her mind.

...Eventually this leaves her as a chalky husk of her former former self. The loneliness that follows her shifts between various forms as Ruby drags herself across the ground to looking for someone to take the all consuming feeling away.

Do you see her creeping along the ground? Or does she approach from behind and catch you by surprise? If so she'll wrap the length of her cloak around your characters neck and start to pull it tight.]

[Curse Of Cloverfield.]

[It's hard to miss Cloverfield when Ruby decides to take a stroll along the farther shores. Normally her first inclination upon seeing a giant monster would be to grab her scythe and jump into action- And to be fair her hand is on the weapon. Old habits die hard.

But she looks over the creature and can't help but feel a sense of empathy for it. She turns her head toward whoever's standing nearby with her.]

Guess the people were right... He seems kind of sad, doesn't he?

Think we should go try and talk to him?

[A Dusty Old Crow] [Omen Prompt]

[While Ruby's suffering from feelings of Loneliness. It's Minden The Crow's time to shine. He had one mission, collect shiny and sharp things to make his master feel better. If someone should find themselves alone or travelling through an alley way Minden might swoop down past their head letting out a few loud "caws" before landing on the ground.

Is it holding a knife in it's claws? Well now it's in it's beak. The crow shakes it head and waves the knife menacingly. There is the distinct feeling that this might be a robbery.]

[We Said Goodbye.] [October 31st]

[Ruby's birthday hit a little different this year. It wasn't just all the feelings of loneliness but that definitely had contributed to it. Last October while they were in the dream Ruby had experienced her sanity fly right out the window from a severe lack of sleep, death, and intense monster battles. She had ended up hosting the creepiest of birthday parties and she was finding it hard to shake those memories.

She wanted to flip the script on those memories. Turn it into something positive. Which is why she can be found at the beach on the afternoon of her birthday. She's got a box with various dolls that represnted people from home and the dream that didn't make it to Trench. They were significantly less creepy than the ones she had made last time around.

She's somber as she approaches the shoreline. She sets the box down on he ground briefly and carefully positions the dolls so they're sitting down in it. Almost as if they were in a boat about to go off to sea.]

[Wildcard.]

[Feel free to choose your own adventure or hit me up on plurk at jjabarrett or discord at jjabarrett#9701 to plot something out!]

Edited 2021-10-09 00:32 (UTC)

[OOC: These are more "information about where and how you might find him" details than specific prompts so that I don't get stuck writing from the exact same starters a million times. If you'd like a more specific starter from me for your character, feel free to reach out to me! Otherwise just make stuff up as it suits you.]

Curse of Cloverfield
cw: descriptions of corpses obviously, depression and grief, and possible references to withering illness as threads progress

Outside of the thing where he died and subsequently found himself reincarnated as a goddamned squid, September was not especially unkind to Xerxes Break. He did at one point get kidnapped by a flock of ravens and thrown into a boat with an almost-stranger who kindly explained to him that he is now living in some sort of horror show that apparently wants him to talk about his feelings and will put him through awful things at its leisure to ensure that this happens, but that was almost a good thing, in the end. Break is always at his best when he has some sort of quest to do, and now he has a new one: Building a safe and stable home for the kids from his world to fall back on when this one inevitably manages to tear open their barely-healed wounds.

It gives him direction and gets him moving, until, one morning, it abruptly doesn't.

Break is no stranger to those days where getting out of bed is more difficult than climbing an entire mountain, and at first he powers through. Except it just keeps getting worse, and no amount of trying to blame it on all this horrible sobbing and nonsense he's hearing or telling himself he's stronger than this place improves it. Increasingly, he goes to bed early, needs his omen's obnoxious assistance in getting out of bed the next morning, and often disappears to indulge his tears in private through the day. Then, of course, there are the corpses, that Break never knows are following him until someone points them out.

There are three.

The first and certainly the most mild of the corpses is Sheryl Rainsworth, an impeccably dressed noblewoman in her sixties. She always appears seated, always close to wherever Break is, and is never seen without a serene and pleasant smile on her face. Her presence should be comforting. Those who see her will find that they want it to be. But the horrible green-tinged pallor to her skin and the distressing angle at which her neck is tilted ruin the effect and render her uncanny, like a Victorian post-mortem photograph. She appears in slow and soft moments, most often in the house but occasionally in a restaurant or next to him as he rests on a bench somewhere, at times when Break is feeling particularly in want of guidance.

The second is Sheryl's granddaughter, Sharon Rainsworth. By far the most common corpse to appear, Sharon is obviously attached to Break -- she stumbles along after him as though being pulled, if he strays too far -- but always at a distance, staring away from him and far out of reach. Dressed all in black with her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze is unfocused and aimed at nothing, and tears roll down her face in a constant stream. Regardless of where Break is or what he is doing, running errands in town or trying to find some peace by the Boardwalk or up to nothing in particular at home, the chances that this corpse is following him are high. In some cases, she may even betray his presence, standing idly by when his homesickness hits him so hard he takes himself into the nearest alleyway or otherwise quiet corner to curl into a ball until it passes.

The last corpse, Shelly Rainsworth, is the most horrifying. Sharon Rainsworth is the spitting image of this woman, her mother. But where Sharon is self-contained and far away, Shelly always appears right on Break's heels. Her movements are inconsistent and jerky, like a puppet whose strings are being yanked about haphazardly. She is restless, as though there was still a great deal of life left in her when she became a corpse, and if any of the three manage to drive Break to corruption it will certainly be this one. It's a surprise when this woman doesn't lash out. Perhaps that's because she only seems to appear when Break settles into the angry side of his grief and sets out to roam the nighttime streets, dodging ghosts with the help of a mask he thinks his ladies would have liked and hoping to run into a beast. He spends some time messing about with the shadows while he's at it, testing the potential of his darkblood now that the moon is making it easy. The combination of shadows where there shouldn't be and the aimless grabbing hands of the dead woman behind him is decidedly unpleasant to see.

The Black Parade

Break spends the vast majority of the month carefully avoiding the festivities, on the grounds that he is already feeling low as can be and the idea of being surrounded by parades and costumes and all sorts of other neat things without being able to see them just depresses him even further. Technically, he can "see" through his omen, but a dog's eye view from a fidgety creature who is almost never quite in the same spot or focused in the same direction as he is becomes more disorienting than helpful very quickly, and is more trouble than it's worth. Anyway, the crowds are overwhelming and it's not like he can't send the kids in to fetch him donuts, so it's easier to just bow out.

Then, towards the end of the month, his insistence on making alliance-friends out of the local merchants pays off, and one of them hooks him up with a truly horrifying pair of goggles.

He's not completely clear on how they work; some sort of blood magic Break isn't sure he wants to know that much about anyway because the blood magic in his own world gets you demonic contracts mostly and he is thinking perhaps he does not want to delve too deep into such things here in goddamned Squidville. Regardless, he can see through them -- everything's a little distorted and pinkish, but they work -- and Break thinks about it for all of 90 seconds before he hauls off to the festival. The merchant warns him that the effect will fade by morning, but just one night to run amok is really all he needs for now. Rather than outright participating in things, Break spends a lot of his time climbing to high vantage points so he can enjoy the simple act of observing, a few times outright squirreling his way up lampposts if nothing else convenient prevents itself. It's so nice just to watch, and he feels almost maybe a little content for the first time since arriving. It seems silly after feeling so especially awful this month, for a little to go such a long way. But a certain sense distance feels much less impossible to cross now, even if he's well aware this gift will be gone again tomorrow.

It would be nice to have some company as he scuttles around, he thinks often. But he doesn't reach out unless he recognizes a voice. After all, outside of the kids from his own world, he doesn't know what a single person he's met in this place actually looks like.

Welcome to the Black Parade Content Warnings: n/a

I. Setting up.
[As the barrels are set up and stalls go up, Diluc is out there lending a hand. His face is covered in a black half-mask, the visage of a dragon edged in bits of gold. He holds up a hand to anyone approaching to help set things up.

If one doesn't have a mask he jerks his head towards a box sitting by a stall.] Put one on. There should be one suitable for you.

II. During the Parade
[Or during the parade itself he is dressed up as if he belongs in the dark with knives on his belt and a dark tunic adding to that rogue look. People from home might notice it has that feeling and flare of his vigilante times. His half mask makes him seem a little more imposing but few have hair as red as his.

Or a red gem on their belt that glows softly no matter what. He leans on the edge of a stall where the scent of sizzling meat and cider drifts on the breeze. His voice is smooth and practiced, the tones one expects from innkeepers and bartenders.] Welcome, what can I get you?

[He turns slightly and gestures to the hot cider barrel, the typical treats offered during this parade. And skewers of meat sizzling over a flame. They're just large enough to provide a good meal without being hard to take with you.]

Loneliness Kills Content warnings: Psychological-based curse, feelings of intense loneliness, corpse descriptions

[A strange sickness has made it difficult for Diluc to keep working. He's forced himself to take slightly longer breaks than usual. He has to wonder if the sickness is an explanation for the whispers he hears when he wields fire or ice.

Could something be trying to reach him? He can't speak whatever language the whispers belong to. That sense of being watched persists like someone aiming their arrows at his back. But no matter where he looks there's been nothing.

With the sickness and feeling of being watched, he's restless and wanders out to the Farther shores...maybe you do too. Together you'll stumble across Cloverfield themself.

Or one can find him with a corpse of himself walking in his wake. His corpse has cuts on his coat and body, walking seeming uncaring about them. Bright red hair like flames have gone paler, as the chains wind around him. Black chains. Silver. Countless chains that make the real Diluc bow with their weight. They both walk with the purposeful strides of a man on a mission. But sometimes Diluc pauses and glances around, faint wisps of darkness trailing from his sleeves and his head bowed. Then he straightens and walks on.]

Legends of Trench Content Warnings: Ghosts, Themes of death.

[It's late at night when the sound of hoofbeats echo on the streets. Pale fingers of fog street out as something comes out of the darkness. Or maybe it seems to reshape itself once it comes into visible light. Despite hearing the horse's hooves you can't see them.

It seems to flicker in and out of focus but the rider wrapped in a grey cloak seems easier to discern. But only half the time.

Sometimes they flicker too. Seeming to move without a sound but the beat of the hooves that aren't visible is simple as they are inescapable. The rider's chain mail and garb seem like some sworn knight with their shield strapped to the saddle as they patrol the streets.

If you're caught the rider and horse follow, like fog stealing in. The hoofbeats never change their gait. The sword is silent as it leaves its sheathe and while the eyes of the rider look ever forward.

There is the sense you are the enemy they are seeking. A long time have they spent waiting to strike you down.]

Legends of Trench (living version)
[He still feels sick but the reasons are different. Ones he doesn't share as he stalks the darkness in a grey and black cloak. He still looks like some assassin or rogue, but the knives are real now. Real as the mask and the man himself. He might pull you out of harm's way of a ghost stalking the streets.

Or land on the edge of a wall to your right. Or send a dagger flicking through the night to embed in the street to give you time to escape.

Or as you're frantically decorating he sets a pumpkin down by your lawn.] I've heard these can help. I'll carve if you don't wish to.

Wildcard
[Got an idea or want a custom prompt? Pm me and I'll make a closed starter for you.]

[The cold steals in as if winter has come early. Frost spills across the street from the mouth of an alley casting an odd sickly glow that seems muted. As if something is swallowing the light it gives off.

The man that walks out of the darkness is wrapped in icy chill and fragments of ice. As he steps from the shadows it seems like he's made of them too. His dark cloak is edged in crystallized blood but he still gives off little light.

Only his red hair slightly iced over but falling down the sides of his cowl-covered face and the edges of the mask from the arena give away who he is.

Diluc slowly walks forward as the cold continues to leech the heat. Ice steals over the ground as he walks over it as if it were nothing. The ice seems to come from the blood spilling out of him and floating around him. As he comes closer lights get dimmer, as if he were swallowing it all down.

He pauses, then he charges forward. His blade is held low as he readies for a devastating swing. The good thing is it is slow enough one can dodge it but the cold following in its wake will be a problem.]

Edited 2021-10-09 01:42 (UTC)

a. find a way to break the fall [black parade]

[now, anna was never much of a halloween celebrator, but this thing is called the black parade, so she needs to indulge herself. she's got her face painted up like a skull (maybe someone she met on the boardwalk inspired her) and she's rocking the shittiest screenprint t-shirt and she is ready to party like her body is ten years younger.]

[catch her belting out some sick tunes, mostly the scene and post-hardcore hits from the mid 00s, you know the ones. she's not much for crowds, but by god she looks like she's coming alive the more she does it. it also helps that for the first time since she started transforming, she seems to actually be feeling drunk again. that means that she's looser, she's having a lot more fun, and she's generally a lot more pleasant to be around. she can't help it that she's great at mingling.]

God, I fuckin' told you we needed something like this to lighten the mood. [she has never said this before.] Everything's so goddamn maudlin all the time. We needed a party. [and if she doesn't recognize who she's talking to:] Hey, you new around here? Sorry if I missed picking you up out there in squid town. Can't rescue everyone, you know?

b. someone who holds out a hand and turns back time [cloverfield]

[anna hasn't investigated the pthumerians much, but with cloverfield starting to affect the actual town, she's decided to head out and visit him. she sits down on the warm sand next to him, then leans over just a little to rest her head against a piece of his metallic body.]

Hey there, big guy. How you holdin' up? [she's talking like she's at all familiar with him, but she knows what it means when someone's sitting on the beach looking at the moon. she recognizes it.] Not great, huh? Yeah. I get it. We can be not great together. [and she just sits next to him for a bit to let that sink in. she usually kills gods, so talking to one like a friend is a definite change. she doesn't hate it.]

Some friends might show up. Told 'em where I'd be. Hope you're okay with it. [she looks up and nudges cloverfield with her shoulder.] But you're not alone. I lost pretty much everyone from back home when I came here. It sucks big time.

[now all there is to do is wait for people to show up and keep telling clover that it's not gonna be the end of the world.]

c. and hope has been successfully undone [loneliness]

[of course, meeting with clover won't stop the flow of blood forever. she can go home and look at a picture of her loved ones as many times as it takes, but it won't do much to replace the actual feeling of belonging. even among her friends here, she still feels... isolated. and thinking about that damn flower she planted still wilting in the graveyard. how is she supposed to turn her life around if she can't get past this?]

[so once again, she refuses to deal with it. and as she wanders through the street, she's oblivious to the glitchy, lumbering corpse of herself that follows her wherever she goes. it twitches, it slides like it's skipping frames, it lags and catches up all at once. it's following her, and with the paranoia from her lack of sleep, she's on much more of an edge than normal. deep circles show under her eyes, and her katana is out at her side instead of sheathed on her back like normal. at least she's not slicing the air, but she looks like she could start doing it with very little warning. the first person she sees who looks at her even a little wrong gets a sneer and a growl.]

What is it.

d. they're locking up the sun; the light of reason's gone [wildcard]

((anything else, feel free to hit me up at

roseward or just fire away here.))

[anna's had a hell of a month by now, but it's halloween, and she wants to see what the place has to offer. yeah, the black parade is still going, but after dealing with her loneliness for a couple weeks, she kind of just wants to chill with cloverfield, if he's out here.]

[she walks slowly along the beach until she sees the little display, and, like. god knows anna's dramatic enough to have an idea of what this is. with her sneakers crunching against the sand, she makes her approach and offers a slow wave with a couple fingers.]

Hey, Rubes. [she gets down into a squat, which she's learned she can basically hold forever, which is cool.] Little bird told me that it was your birthday today. [and she glances at the box of figures, and recognizes yellow and emerald hair pretty clearly. the little bird that told her to look for those people wasn't wrong. and with how badly anna's failed at that job, well. it's not hard to piece everything together.]

Who are you remembering?

[a. the black parade, pt 1]
You! Yes, you.

You want a doughnut.

[Whoever you are, whatever mask you've donned, your progress through the streets is impeded by a girl in elegant face paint toting an enormous hawker's vending tray filled to the brim with sweets. She's jabbing a little toothpick with a sugar-coated confection in your direction.]

You just can't have cider without doughnuts. Here, free sample. Delectable, right? I'll trade you one for whatever trinkets you have on hand. And while you're sampling our wares, run next door for a complementary steaming mug of cider to warm your bones.

[Ever the go-getter, she's already partnered up with a local cider press.]

[b. the black parade, pt 2]

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgngh...

[Her tray is mostly empty. It doesn't matter if she didn't sell the whole batch, though, because Lysithea is now sprawled out on the ground watching the parade go by, shoveling handfuls of doughnut crumbs and powdered sugar into her mouth.]

Who would have thought being a baker was such hard work? I just want to sit here... but ugh, I can't see anything. Pardon me.

[Being rather... diminutive, Lysithea reluctantly gets up and prods the person in front of her politely once or twice.]

[c. legends]

[It's pretty hard to tell exactly what's happening when a white and purple blur streaks by the streets of Gaze, an indecipherable chant of some sort arising in its wake (imonnadieimonnadieimonnadie).

Eventually, the blur a. reaches a dead end, b. takes a corner too quickly and spills to the ground or c. slams into a wall, upon which the figure of Lysithea von Ordelia is revealed writhing in pain or despair. Materializing behind her the moment she slows down is a masked woman. A masked woman whose feet don't quite touch the ground.]

...Don't you think I'm pretty?

G-G-Ghosts aren't real! This is just another test! Another Trench test! And I don't fail tests!

[ 1. Black Parade - In and Around Cellar Door ]

[Kaeya has a tendency to want to be in the thick of things. So when the city winds up all abuzz about this upcoming Black Parade and all the various traditions that come along with it, he's happy to dive straight in. He's easy to spot, given that he's had his face painted up, more often than not in a pattern of feathers not unlike the white peacock who follows him around, except the colors painted on Kaeya's face are brilliant blues and greens and golds. His eyepatch is still in place, but his clothes are a bit more elaborate than usual -- which is saying something. More often than not he'll still have his white fur cloak draped over a shoulder.

He's happy to watch the revelry and various musical acts with a cup of (definitely alcoholic) cider in one hand.]

Quite the show, isn't it? [Kaeya won't hesitate to strike up a conversation with anyone nearby.] If it weren't for all the warnings about monsters and beasts, it'd be downright festive.

[Or maybe it's in a more open space, music bright and vibrant in the air. If Kaeya spots someone who looks like they may be alone, regardless of gender, he'll swoop in with a smile, friendly, playful.] Care for a dance? [Given a yes or even something that seems vaguely affirmative, he'll drag them out to the impromptu dance floor.]

[ 2. Loneliness - Cloverfield ]

[Rumors of the lonely Pthumerian have reached Kaeya, and he absolutely feels the need to investigate. Something about Cloverfield reminds him of back home, some of the mechanical ruin guards who sometimes stir to life and cause trouble. But there's little trouble he sees in Cloverfield so much as sadness. Well. He does get that.

If he runs into anyone, he's quick to offer.] I don't suppose you'd like to speak with him together? The more the merrier. That's what they say, isn't it?

[Or, after he's had his time to speak to the Pthumerian, he'll be looking thoughtfully at the photo that he's been gifted -- marveling a bit at how it's even here, but this place has already proven impossible all too often.] Oh? Were you given a picture as well? Something special?

[ 3. Loneliness - Corpse Party ] (CW: corpses, eye trauma)

[Anyone who knows Kaeya might think the idea of him being lonely it absurd given the fact that he's almost painfully social and outgoing, but that's the front he puts up. Everyone back in Mondstadt knows Sir Kaeya Alberich, he's on friendly terms -- or infuriating terms -- with almost everyone, but the number of people he's close to, well, that's something else entirely. Something rare.

So the fact that he's picked up a shadow doppelganger, a corpse version of himself, isn't all too surprising. The corpse him looks sallow and drawn, with hair all faded to an icy white. His corpse's eyepatch is missing and instead the eye socket is black and empty save for a single star of light shining from the middle.

Kaeya is trying to ignore it. He can be found at the nearest tavern, sitting at the bar and trying to see if the solution to his problem is at the bottom of his cup. Not this one, maybe the next?] Bar tender, another for me please. And another for my new friend here. [Whoever said new friend may be.]

[Or there's the possibility of finding him in a quieter moment, making his way through the quieter streets of Trench away from the festivities, occasionally glancing over his shoulder the corpse that trails him. If he's caught looking he'll laugh and shrug a shoulder.] I think I'm being followed.

[Haha. It's funny because it's true and intensely creepy. Really, he could clearly use the company.]

[ 4. Ghost Hunting ]

[Instead of face paint this time, Kaeya has instead donned a mask that wouldn't be out of place at a carnival celebration. This makes it easier to remove, after all, if he finds it interferes with his current pursuit -- ghost hunting.

His interest is in figuring these ghosts out, mind, but he'll happily team up with anyone who is more interested in the fighting. And he can certainly hold his own in a fight.]

So, what bait does one use for ghosts? Clean bed sheets? The blood of innocents? [He's probably joking.]

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[Though he's managed to chase the loneliness back multiple times, he's never quite beaten it, and slowly but surely it seems to gain strength. The corpse following him becomes stronger and Kaeya himself starts to resemble it, looking oddly hollow. The blood begins to flow, bleeding and crystalizing like ice as it dries, falling like tears from his eyes. The corruption has begun, and Kaeya is about to make it everyone's problem.

All the struggles he has really opening up to people well, maybe it'll be better if he opens them up. Those are the thoughts creeping in, and he has just enough sense left to realize it's not right.

Unfortunately that's the state he's stumbled across Flynn in, and the snarl he voices as he raises his sword barely sounds like him.]

Stay away! [Or he doesn't know what he'll do.]

[Ruby just manages to catch the crunch of shoes just before Anna greets her and turns to return it with a small little wave.]

Oh yeah? I think I know which one you're talking about. Even though there are more than a couple birds in my life these days.

[Her Uncle was most certainly he one to be the most vocal about her birthday. But it could be Oscar too. Minden was focused on collecting knives than anything else.

Her focus shifts down to the box and she squats next down to Anna. She certainly can't do it forever but she might make a close second.]

A few people. My sisters mainly. My teammates. And a few family members that were close here.

Just... Didn't feel right to celebrate without at least taking a moment for them. You know?

[Ariadne's never been good at reconciling her feelings. It's hard to believe at the same time that this is the multiverse, and yet it isn't Deerington. True, there's been a lot of unpleasantness. And also true, she feels like she was abruptly kidnapped. But it's still different. Happier. She feels safer.

Even if she's still alone.

At any rate, she's hardly going to pass up the opportunity for a party. Especially one where she doesn't have to work. And since she still has her gold gown from the New Years party, she might as well wear it, her face painted like one of the statues of the goddesses, back in the Valerian temples.

As ever, she's enjoying the show on the sidelines, until, much to her surprise, she hears someone inviting her to dance.

Well, no, it can't possibly be her.

She turns to look over her shoulder, wondering who really just received that invitation.]

1.1 when i was a young man (black parade)

[ So, the thing is: Akira just got here. He just got here, and he's only, like, 40% sure of what's going on at any given moment, and he's full of questions he's not sure if he should be asking, and he's really just going with the flow, so --

He has a mask. It's a little mask, one that might look familiar to a few people, but he's managed to cobble it together and wearing it feels nice, even if the coverage on his face isn't complete. It's... probably enough, right? Right?

At any rate, his mouth is free, which is good, because he is a teenaged boy and he is loading up on food. He has a candied apple in one hand and a bag of roasted pumpkin seeds in the other and you may see him carefully juggling the pumpkin seeds to the crook of his arm, precariously balanced, so that he can instead accept a cup of steaming cider. Maybe you want to help him before he spills the boiling liquid on himself. Maybe you just want to watch the world burn. Either way -- disaster seems imminent. ]

1.2 you'll never see it coming (black parade; underage drinking cw)

[ Akira has eaten. This is clear from the small pile of food refuse next to him: apple cores, candy wrappers... He looks pleased with himself. Pleased, and a little pink in the cheeks, because as it happens, several of the ciders that Akira accepted turned out to be alcoholic, and he maybe, kinda, sorta, decided to drink them anyway.

He's a rebel, baby.

But now he's standing up to throw away his garbage and maybe go back for the pumpkin seeds -- they're delightfully salty -- and finds that the world is wobbling precariously. ]

-- Woah. [ He puts his hand out to stabilize himself. He probably gets the table. Probably. ]

2.1 hi my name is lonely (loneliness)

[ Have you been feeling lonely? Do you have terrible luck with relationships? Are you isolated? Do you have a metaphysical manifestation of your terrible loneliness following you around like a pet rock with even less personality?

Congratulations! Akira has probably noticed it. He's seen a couple of them, and he's getting increasingly worried, because there's -- you know -- weird shadows stalking people and that's weird? That's weird?

Shadows are usually bad, right?

So he steps forward, a little awkwardly, to address someone with a lumbering shadow behind them: ]

Hi, um -- did you know there's something following you...?

3.1 in this town of halloween (legends of trench)

[ Akira isn't quite used to things, yet. He's still new, he's still fresh faced, he's still just out here doing his best. Which is why when he stops crossing the street seconds before he would have been trampled by a cackling Dullahan, he can only watch as the creature tears off through the night, followed, seconds later, by someone else on foot, apparently hellbent on chasing after the horseman.

Akira stares. And then carefully takes a step backwards. Maybe he doesn't want to cross that street afterall. ]

... huh. [ At least he has his mask on. ] ... guess he wanted to get ahead in life.

[ He should probably die just for that pun. ]

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[Kaeya has his own corpse following him like a morbid shadow -- strangely washed clean of color, hair an eerie white, skin looking sickly and paler than Kaeya has ever looks, and his eyepatch gone to reveal a gaping hole from which a star-shaped light shines out -- when he catches sight of Diluc and the second Diluc following behind. For a moment it freezes him in place as he wonders at what he's seeing.

No good. Whatever it is, it isn't good. As much as their relationship may be mostly made of tension and regret these days, Kaeya cares about Diluc. Always has. And he can't just let him wander off with that foreboding thing following him.

He sidles up to the other man.] Master Diluc. And where are you headed this fine evening?

[A glance back at the corpse.] I'm told it's unwise to wander the streets alone these days.

Yeah. I get it. Or I'm learning, at least.

[family that's worth preserving is still new to her, but she respects that ruby has sisters like that. this isn't the time to be bitter about her own, so she keeps her tone level.]

Learning that everyone has different people they're leaving behind, and everyone has different ways of saying goodbye. I like the idea of sending them off, out there.

[she points a couple fingers very quickly toward the ocean, then shifts out of that squat and into a kneel. it's a good way to try to ignore how deadly the ocean is and stay in the metaphor instead. her mouth turns up at the corner.]

Makes a lot more sense than trying to eulogize a whole family on a public network with a stupid garden metaphor.

[Kaeya doesn't bother trying to disguise the laugh.] Sorry, that was probably a bit sudden, but I was asking you.

[A pause and he steps back to dip a proper little bow. He's a knight after all.] Maybe a bit backwards as manners go. Let me try again. I'm Kaeya, and I was hoping to dance, and hoping even more so not to dance alone. Would you join me?

[And because he's nothing if not confident, he holds out a hand towards her to punctuate the invitation.]

[Diluc looks up and when he does his eyes make contact just beyond Kaeya to the white-haired man walking in his wake. His eyes widen, grief and horror written over his face as his face turns pale. And his hand reaches for the belt pouch before he controls it. He looks away for a moment.

He feels sick to his stomach and darkness seems to bleed out of the corpse behind him. His hands relax and he looks back at Kaeya with his face composed again. Just paler.] The smiths.

I've been doing work with them to understand their methods and the temperatures the blades break to cold or heat.

[As if he hadn't just had that moment before at all. They don't talk about things like that. Not since that night. Never again. The corpse bows his head as the sense of loneliness grows.]

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[Over the last nine years of her life, Ariadne's been asked to dance a handful of times. Usually while playing the role of someone other than herself. It was still baffling; living in this place and not having to be someone different.

And even more baffling when people notice her.

She dips into a curtsy; not the coquettish sort that the ladies of the court would sometimes perform, allowing their bosoms to flash. Just a polite one.

While silently thanking the gods--if her gods could hear her in this place--that she'd had enough sense to wear gloves to protect her hands. Or, really, protect his hands.]

I would be honored, my lord.

Hey - you!

[Being fake cheerful is about 80% of the difficulty of this job. The girl who hails Akira the moment he gets to his feet bears a tray of cakes and doughnuts and -- outside of the fact that her face paint is beginning to smear -- appears extremely excited to see him.

On the inside, she's already considering a career change.]

I can tell you're hungry for more snacks, aren't you? You can't have that much cider without some doughnuts to pair! Here, try a sam -

[...Lysithea, on the whole, tends to be a keenly observant person. It does not take a keenly observant person to note that this boy is wobbling back and forth in place.]

- ple.

...Are you sick?

[He missed, actually, but don't worry, Sumire's redirecting his hand. Catching him by the palm with one hand, she loops her finger around his wrist to scoop his hand to the corner of the table, laughing quietly.] Careful, senpai. [She hadn't had too many types of cider, yet, so she hadn't found any of the alcoholic ones, so she can babysit Drunky von Jokerbert here before he goes making bad Halloween puns-- oh, wait. She circles around him and claims some of his garbage, taking it to a bin.]

[Coming back over to him, she looks him over with a smile.] You might be the only person I know that could beat me in an eating contest without breaking a sweat, you know.

[Kaeya's eye widens at that reaction. When was the last time he saw that sort of expression on Diluc's face? Ah but the answer to that is all too easy, that night, and the ache that tears through his chest is sharp enough that his corpse clutches at its chest even if Kaeya himself only flinches.]

Hard at work even now. I hope you won't protest too much if I walk with you. I'm headed in that direction near enough.

[He wasn't. But it's easier to tell a small lie than try to crack open the larger truth that he's concerned.] You've picked up something of a shadow, you know.

[He tries to resist but his eyes are drawn to the corpse behind Kaeya. Against his mask starts to crack then he takes a breath as he says carefully.]

So have you. [He could refuse him. But not with that shadow of that version of Kaeya there. A dead man who smiled at the end. No. It couldn't be-]

Sure. I can tell you what I've found out so far on the way. [He turns back to keep walking while he adjusts one of his half gloves. He'd moved his Vision there like he once had his delusion. It seemed to be different enough for whatever is coming.]

THE BLACK PARADE ➤CW: SNAKE MENTION / LINKED IMAGES IN LAST PART OF PROMPT

( Festivities aren't exactly Peter's thing, but he finds himself drawn to the crowds all the same. To watch, to find others he knows here, sometimes to pick up sweets to bring back to Luna on the days the Paleblood girl can't quite make it out of bed. It's strangely... nice, not quite normalcy but maybe something slightly like it. Peter's perpetually an observer more than a participator, mostly wandering around — ....mostly tending to his black hole of a Teenage Boy Stomach, a candied apple in one hand and a pack of candies in the other as he roams around, looking for... more things to eat. Or he sits off to the side, hands wrapped around a warm mug of cider that is absolutely alcoholic, watching people flying those strange and massive kites, bags of candy and pumpkin seeds poking out of his pockets. Feel free to join him in some nice snackage, if you like. He might be tempted to try out one of those kites himself somewhere along the way — some boyish part of him charmed by the thought, an experience Peter never had, growing up.

Eventually he realises he needs to find a costume, or at the very least a mask — really, knowing Peter, it'll probably just be a mask, or facepaint. He's not one to go the full mile. He wanders the stalls, pausing here and there and examining some of the options. He seems awkward, out of place, maybe help give him some input? Or maybe you're offering some face-painting of your own (if you don't mind working with his scruffy face and Eyebrows From Hell), and see the boy drifting close; he'll ease a couple of... are those solid gold coins??... from his pockets, like he means to trade them to you. Despite the things being of no monetary value here, shiny items seem to be a popular demand, don't they? And the anxious-eyed young man seems to be... loaded.

Sometimes, Peter's Omen accompanies him to the festivities. The long, slender creature is wound around the boy's waist, its body hidden underneath the warmth of Peter's jacket, but its head occasionally pokes out of the front, as though sticking out from Peter's stomach; a flash of its iridescence might be caught in the light. Its thick purple-grey tongue flicks into the air, curious but shy. The snake is here to protect his person, but Susurrus (a name that sounds like a soft hiss to say aloud, a name that feels like ancient things whispering) is a nervous being, still adjusting to being out. If approached, the python will dart back into the safety of Peter's jacket, slit eyes peering out from the darkness. )

DARKBLOOD DEMON DAYS

i. what the eye that sees me sees
( At first, it wasn't something willingly done. An accident: his shadow soaked up into himself, nourishing some unspoken thing inside. Peter felt.... different, after. Like a pair of eyes that had been resting suddenly opened up, and he could see, feel certain things more clearly. It scared him, at first.

But horrifically, achingly, it felt right, too. There's been a power lurking inside of him, one belonging to the ancient being that was put inside of his body. The Darkblood that this place has given to Peter... allows him access to the demon's abilities. For the first time, the boy begins to feel that, though he can't quite understand the concept for what it really is. He only knows he feels different. And maybe it's Paimon's influence urging him on, but Peter absorbs shadows from inside the house and out on the street, and feels stronger in a way he's never felt before, and then he's.... gone.

Not gone. Still here, but... unable to be seen. He's invisible. This, too, scares him at first... but as the month slowly trickles on, Peter finds himself developing a gentle addiction for the feeling. It's safe, hidden (and it feeds that power in him and the demon is happy, peaceful up under his skin). Peter spends a fair amount of time unseen, growing too used to the way all of it feels. And really, it's sort of an extremely anxious introvert's dream come true.

So there's a high chance you'll bump into an invisible Peter Graham through October. Maybe it's while he's home; have you come to visit him, or Luna? The girl isn't doing so well this month, thanks to her Paleblood. Though Peter's face can't be seen, he'll be glad to see yours — or maybe he's asked you over for some help in making food for the migraine-addled witch. He... isn't so skilled in the kitchen, after all. Maybe it's while he's shopping, looking for more food or supplies; he'll realise that bartering for something while invisible would be a bit of a feat, so he may approach you — very cautiously. There might be a young man's shy voice next to you, seemingly out of nowhere. )

Hey— Sorry, don't freak out, uh— I'm not a ghost or anything. I just— could you maybe help me? I'm kind of invisible right now.

ii. in the hollow of my inner ear ➤CW: POSSESSION HORROR / INSECT (ANTS) HORROR / BODY HORROR / EMETOPHOBIA WARNING
( As the month goes on, it's clear that the power within Peter is indeed... showing itself, a little bit more — reaching outwards, slowly. Not all of it, but some: its fingertips, tentative. The lines between himself and that ancient Other thing are more blurred than ever, and Peter begins to experience strange, deeply unsettling capabilities.

Items move seemingly on their own, in his presence. There seems to be no pattern to them, no link to his emotional state or concentration. Randomly, things shift and move and fly — small things, for now, but even small things can be dangerous. Books sent flying from the shelf, shoes slamming up to the ceiling and back down again, glassware hitting the wall and shattering. He isn't meaning to do it, and seemingly can't control it at all. It's as though the mere energy of him sometimes affects the objects around. ...And once or twice, something around him randomly combusts into flame, which is quite harrowing, to say the least. Something in Peter is changing. Has already changed. Or maybe nothing's changed at all; perhaps it's simply that he's finally able to reach what was always there, lurking. Perhaps that was always the reality waiting for him.

But then worse things happen, and he thinks this can't be anything other than some hideous nightmare to wake up from. Only he can't, no matter how much he screams and pleads.

The first time it happens, Peter is washing dishes, and Luna's sleeping (tucked into the dark of her room with another migraine). His stomach hurts a little, and he feels a strange tickle in the base of his throat, one that quickly turns into a need to cough. Hands hurriedly dried on a towel, the boy turns and coughs into them, over and over and over. Something's— wrong; it doesn't hurt, not exactly, but something's.... wrong.

He feels it before he can understand what it is. Tiny little fluttering pinpricks against his palms, and Peter looks down into his hands, and there's small black things spilling out over them, tickling the sensitive skin. Pepper.......? No, the things are— moving, crawling. They're alive, something alive.

His heart jumps so hard in his chest that it hurts, that he gasps, that he can't find breath for a painful moment. Bugs, some part of his brain whispers, and it's an impossible, impossible thought. It feels like he's been knocked sideways; he's stunned in his horror.

And then he's coughing again: his stomach convulses, his throat heaves, and he's doubled over as more of it, of them, spill out into his hands, so many that it's like the ocean's coming up out of him, dark and constantly moving. The tiny things are countless, endless, one entity of black. But some trickle downwards, broken apart from the horrible twitching amalgamation, single ants dropping down his front and onto the floor and he's whimpering, backing away, hands pressed to his mouth, eyes wide and strained. No, no, this can't be happening— what the fuck, this can't be real—

In his panic, Peter stumbles out through the front door, as though being outside will make it stop. Snap him from the nightmare, the hallucination. He's met with the October chill, the grey haze of the Gaze district where his and Luna's townhouse stands in a row of almost identical ones. He's trying to scream, but the sound is weird and muffled and more of them are spilling out of his mouth, coughed violently against his hands. If you're anywhere near, you might hear him — or might see him, ending up on his knees on the cobblestone, hunched over and leaking ants, trying to plead through the torrent of countless tiny moving bodies streaming from his parted mouth. )

Help me— Please help me—

( After that first incident, it will happen a few more times as the month continues on, seemingly by random. Hopefully, wherever you are when it happens, he'll be able to warn you what's about to come...... though he may just start sputtering ants all over the place with no warning at all. There's no bug spray to be found in Trench, is there...? )

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[A sigh and he manages to look away from Diluc's corpse to glance back over his shoulder.] I suppose I can't be surprised.

[It seems to be going around. He's distracted enough by this all that his usual mask of casual cheer slips into something more like relief that Diluc isn't refusing him. Good, all right.]

I'd like that. There seems to be something starting up. The locals are certainly keyed up about it.

[ When Gideon sees Anna across the street, she lights up, smiling and offering a little wave. Looks like Anna's still got that cool sword! That's great!

...But why's it drawn? There's nothing here to use it on. Gideon begins to cross the distance, and as soon as she's in range, hears the snarl and sees the big, twitchy thing that's shadowing Anna.

Gideon slowly lowers her hand, raising it in front of her chest placatingly, as if to say woah, there. ]

Just saying hi. You, uh. You know you've got a stalker, right?

The Black Parade. When I asked them about why the masks and face paint they only said. 'So you won't be noticed.'

[He schools his face into his usual calm but there's a flicker of relief on his own face. There and gone again. Diluc walks slowly. It wouldn't hurt to drag out this chat and the walk itself would it?

Unseen by both of them the corpse following in his wake with burning embers for eyes looks at Kaeya and reaches out silently but his hand falls short.]

...I can't tell if this is related but have you been hearing whispers when you use your magic?

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