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Entry tags:
- *event,
- ahiru: timmy,
- altaïr ibn la-ahad: tea,
- alucard: timmy,
- anakin skywalker: michele,
- anakin solo: ellie,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- anna amarande: celene,
- ariane yeong: floral,
- beatrice: mila,
- chizuru yukimura: jelle,
- darth maul: shade,
- echo: kaito,
- elster: zero,
- ezra bridger: lis,
- fiddleford mcgucket: inkwell,
- jinx: bekka,
- kainé: ava,
- keith: sailor g,
- lance: charley,
- lord asriel belacqua: min,
- luke skywalker: skyla,
- luz noceda: pedro,
- maria thorpe: jaina,
- peter graham: jhey,
- rey: valkryie,
- ritsuka aoyagi: jax,
- savage opress: vette,
- scorpia: gore,
- sharon da silva: lunare,
- sunny: cake,
- the abomination: alba,
- trevor belmont: michele,
- vi: aeri,
- xuan he: prox
and my heart went 'boom!'
FEBRUARY 2023 EVENT
BAD LUCK OF THE EARLY WORM
GETTING TO KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU
LONELY HEARTS CLUB
CODING
Due to the cyclical nature of Trench, prompts from the PREVIOUS FEBRUARY are available for use again. Please note when you are using this years prompts vs last years prompts when plotting or writing top-levels to avoid confusion.
IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: A broken mirror with a woman looking into it, pressing her fingers against the glass. ]
[Image Two: A rose lit up like embers. ]
Prompt Two
[Image One: Neon hearts glowing on a wall. ]
[Image Two: A pocket watch on top of a book page. ]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A young woman with dark hair standing in the snow with red flowers. ]
[Image Two: Footprints in the snow. ]
Prompt One
[Image One: A broken mirror with a woman looking into it, pressing her fingers against the glass. ]
[Image Two: A rose lit up like embers. ]
Prompt Two
[Image One: Neon hearts glowing on a wall. ]
[Image Two: A pocket watch on top of a book page. ]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A young woman with dark hair standing in the snow with red flowers. ]
[Image Two: Footprints in the snow. ]
WHEN: February
WHERE: All around the city
CONTENT WARNINGS: Curses, violence, danger, misfortune
WHERE: All around the city
CONTENT WARNINGS: Curses, violence, danger, misfortune
Everyone has their own streak of bad times. There are some days or weeks whre it feels like nothing is going right. Most people would try and tell say that it's just the tendency to focus on the negative. That it can be relieved by writing down all the good things that happen in our lives, because we have a tendency to only ever focus on the bad. And maybe most of the time, people are right! Maybe the idea of luck really is just perspective.
But not in Trench. Not this month.
No matter what way it's looked at, bad luck seems to be clinging to some people. It might start out small, with simple things like knocking over a favorite drink or snack, or ruining a project that had hours invested into it. Then it might become bigger. A person might start to trip over things and injuring themselves, they might get lost in a blizzard and nearly freeze before finding their way home or to someone they know. Eventually, it could even become undeniably dangerous. The person impacted by bad luck could start to notice corruption levels rising quickly, they could start to turn into a beast at random, they could start to attract violent beasts to them and put themselves or others at risk with heavy battles. The possibilities seem to be endless and none of them are good. Did someone break a mirror? Or twenty?
It will be easy to see that this isn't just impacting one person. Sleepers and Trenchies alike seem to be being plagued by streaks of bad luck across the board. Luckily, the locals seem to know what to do about it. Bad luck pops up from time to time, and of course there would be a ritual to help cleanse it.
Small vendors will start to pop up through the city selling wooden carvings that they promise will absorb all the bad luck that's been going around and dispell it with a simple ritual. A drop of blood from the person impacted and a drop of blood from someone they are close should be placed upon the carving. The blood types of the persons involved should not match (i.e. Coldblood/Coldblood would not work, but Coldblood/Warmblood would). It must be left to soak into the wood overnight, leaving behind deep red stains. The carving must then be placed with a fully bloomed rose and burned in the entrance doorway to the home of the inflicted. The ashes should then be placed into a container and kept somewhere in the home for the duration of February, to make sure that the bad luck stays away.
It seems like it really works! The tricky part is making sure that the bad luck following doesn't get in the way of the ritual while the blood is soaking over night. It may be best for both parties involved to hunker down together until morning, just in case. Time to break out the small talk. Or the deep, meaningful conversations that can sometimes happen in the middle of the night.
But not in Trench. Not this month.
No matter what way it's looked at, bad luck seems to be clinging to some people. It might start out small, with simple things like knocking over a favorite drink or snack, or ruining a project that had hours invested into it. Then it might become bigger. A person might start to trip over things and injuring themselves, they might get lost in a blizzard and nearly freeze before finding their way home or to someone they know. Eventually, it could even become undeniably dangerous. The person impacted by bad luck could start to notice corruption levels rising quickly, they could start to turn into a beast at random, they could start to attract violent beasts to them and put themselves or others at risk with heavy battles. The possibilities seem to be endless and none of them are good. Did someone break a mirror? Or twenty?
It will be easy to see that this isn't just impacting one person. Sleepers and Trenchies alike seem to be being plagued by streaks of bad luck across the board. Luckily, the locals seem to know what to do about it. Bad luck pops up from time to time, and of course there would be a ritual to help cleanse it.
Small vendors will start to pop up through the city selling wooden carvings that they promise will absorb all the bad luck that's been going around and dispell it with a simple ritual. A drop of blood from the person impacted and a drop of blood from someone they are close should be placed upon the carving. The blood types of the persons involved should not match (i.e. Coldblood/Coldblood would not work, but Coldblood/Warmblood would). It must be left to soak into the wood overnight, leaving behind deep red stains. The carving must then be placed with a fully bloomed rose and burned in the entrance doorway to the home of the inflicted. The ashes should then be placed into a container and kept somewhere in the home for the duration of February, to make sure that the bad luck stays away.
It seems like it really works! The tricky part is making sure that the bad luck following doesn't get in the way of the ritual while the blood is soaking over night. It may be best for both parties involved to hunker down together until morning, just in case. Time to break out the small talk. Or the deep, meaningful conversations that can sometimes happen in the middle of the night.
WHEN: February
WHERE: A magic room in the city.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Reference to mild shocks. Forced honesty. Embarrassment. Lots and lots of embarrassment.
WHERE: A magic room in the city.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Reference to mild shocks. Forced honesty. Embarrassment. Lots and lots of embarrassment.
Honestly, after being in Trench for so long, people should be used to not ending up in the destination they initially intended for. This month, it seems like the city is trying to encourage people to social, to form new bonds, whether they're romantic, platonic, familial, or any other option one could think of. The bright idea this month for that sort of thing?
Speed dating.
It's not traditional speed dating, necessarily. No one is here to exclusively seek romantic partners, although there are certainly options for it. And it's not something people are signing up for out of their own free will. Instead, people seem to simply show up at the event, with no real recollection of how they got there. Maybe they just woke up on one of the comfy couches and found a "Hi, my name is..." sticker slapped on them. Or maybe they were wandering in the snow and got lost, ending up finding shelter in this strange place, and are now forced to participate until the blizzard passes. All in all, it's harmless fun, isn't it? Who doesn't need a few new friends.
Each person will have a small information blurb given about them that can't be seen by the naked eye, but will appear as soon as someone looks at the other party through their omni. What the blurb says is unique to each person, but it might become clear pretty quickly that they didn't write it themselves... Deerington survivors may find themselves having flashbacks to the days of DeerlyBeloved.
Pairings are completely random. People will be given a series of random questions they can ask one another or they can always feel free to make up their own. Anyone who tries to lie or avoid answering a question might feel a small shock from the chair they're sitting in, one that gets stronger with every lie they tell. The after effects of the shock seem to encourage the need to answer the question with full transparency. It's important to tell the truth when getting to know someone, after all.
After five minutes, both parties can either press a button beside their chair to continue talking to the person they're paired with, or they can move on to the next pairing. Both parties have to press the button in order to stay where they are.
Have fun and remember to always be honest!
Speed dating.
It's not traditional speed dating, necessarily. No one is here to exclusively seek romantic partners, although there are certainly options for it. And it's not something people are signing up for out of their own free will. Instead, people seem to simply show up at the event, with no real recollection of how they got there. Maybe they just woke up on one of the comfy couches and found a "Hi, my name is..." sticker slapped on them. Or maybe they were wandering in the snow and got lost, ending up finding shelter in this strange place, and are now forced to participate until the blizzard passes. All in all, it's harmless fun, isn't it? Who doesn't need a few new friends.
Each person will have a small information blurb given about them that can't be seen by the naked eye, but will appear as soon as someone looks at the other party through their omni. What the blurb says is unique to each person, but it might become clear pretty quickly that they didn't write it themselves... Deerington survivors may find themselves having flashbacks to the days of DeerlyBeloved.
Pairings are completely random. People will be given a series of random questions they can ask one another or they can always feel free to make up their own. Anyone who tries to lie or avoid answering a question might feel a small shock from the chair they're sitting in, one that gets stronger with every lie they tell. The after effects of the shock seem to encourage the need to answer the question with full transparency. It's important to tell the truth when getting to know someone, after all.
After five minutes, both parties can either press a button beside their chair to continue talking to the person they're paired with, or they can move on to the next pairing. Both parties have to press the button in order to stay where they are.
Have fun and remember to always be honest!
WHEN: February
WHERE: Trenchwood and throughout the city.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence, abuse of power, jealousy, possession, supernatural events, possible death from elemental exposure
WHERE: Trenchwood and throughout the city.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence, abuse of power, jealousy, possession, supernatural events, possible death from elemental exposure
There's a tale that comes up around this time of year, one that seems to be an old favorite in Trench. Long ago, in the heart of a blizzard, a young woman was found wandering in Trenchwood. She wore only thin fabrics to keep herself warm and had no shoes. Her skin felt cold as ice. The Hunters who found her quickly brought her into town, giving her shelter in a local in to try and get her warm. She stayed for many nights and it didn't take long for the inn keeper to fall in love with her. But she did not seem to return to his feelings and so he was heartbroken and jealous of all the other men who gave her attention. He demanded she offer him something in trade for her stay and when she could offer nothing, he threw her back out into the snow. The woman went back to the woods and some could hear her howling in anguish, carried through on the strong winds of the blizzard. The Hunters tried to find her, following her cries, but they were unable to, and had to return home before they too might freeze to death. The innkeeper was shunned from the town and forced to leave the city for his cruelty, but nothing stopped the howls of the snow woman.
Throughout the month of February, people will start to hear that the sound of the wind blowing strongly through the streets is starting to sound a little more human-like. The woman's cries will be heard in empty alleys, will be loudest near the edge of the woods, and can even penetrate into dreams. The cries might sometimes sound like cries for help, begging for someone to help save her from the cold. There will be a compulsion that sets deep into the bones of some and many will find it hard to resist her call. Eventually, they may even go looking for her in the woods, trying to brave the winter storms to help the lost snow woman.
Those who give in to that temptation will eventually find the snow woman, but she will not be friendly when found. Her skin has turned a pale white, her lips blue, her eyes glowing a bright red, her long hair blowing every which way in the wind. She will rush at whoever she sees, but instead of giving a physical blow to guard against, she will go through any solid objects and latch on to the soul of her target, possessing their bodies. Male or female, it doesn't seem to matter, she simply wants a chance at life again.
Those who are possessed by the snow woman will not realize they are possessed. They will forget why it was they came out into the woods looking for and will return to the city in a daze. As time passes, they will find that they become irritated by any signs of affection, will become physically aggressive towards couples they see around them, and will attack those who care about them most. The spirit does not necessarily hate love: instead, they see affection as a possible risk for all those who love others. Jealousy kills and she wants to save everyone around her from it, as well as keeping herself safe from losing this new chance at life.
Signs of possession outside of the aggression can be noticed by others. The possessed person will have: ice cold skin, blue-tinged lips, they might shiver even when inside where it's warm, and an aversion to fire or warm/hot water.
Information on how to banish the snow woman from another's body can be found in a book of local legends. This book is sold in stores or can be found in the Archives. To save someone from the snow woman, people must tell the possessed person the things they love most about them. It will cause the possessed person to react violently, so it is suggested that they be restrained during the process. The longer they are forced to hear the positive messages about love, the feelings that they can stir up in another (whether platonic or romantic), and the safety that can be found in that love, the more weakened the hold from the snow woman will be. When the possessed person eventually stops struggling, a cut must be made on the back of their neck, before a cloth soaked in warm rose water must be placed on top of the wound. Their skin will begin to steam before a large gust of snow will pour from their mouth, swirling around the room, and smash through the window. It's suggested to leave it open if you'd like to save the glass.
Throughout the month of February, people will start to hear that the sound of the wind blowing strongly through the streets is starting to sound a little more human-like. The woman's cries will be heard in empty alleys, will be loudest near the edge of the woods, and can even penetrate into dreams. The cries might sometimes sound like cries for help, begging for someone to help save her from the cold. There will be a compulsion that sets deep into the bones of some and many will find it hard to resist her call. Eventually, they may even go looking for her in the woods, trying to brave the winter storms to help the lost snow woman.
Those who give in to that temptation will eventually find the snow woman, but she will not be friendly when found. Her skin has turned a pale white, her lips blue, her eyes glowing a bright red, her long hair blowing every which way in the wind. She will rush at whoever she sees, but instead of giving a physical blow to guard against, she will go through any solid objects and latch on to the soul of her target, possessing their bodies. Male or female, it doesn't seem to matter, she simply wants a chance at life again.
Those who are possessed by the snow woman will not realize they are possessed. They will forget why it was they came out into the woods looking for and will return to the city in a daze. As time passes, they will find that they become irritated by any signs of affection, will become physically aggressive towards couples they see around them, and will attack those who care about them most. The spirit does not necessarily hate love: instead, they see affection as a possible risk for all those who love others. Jealousy kills and she wants to save everyone around her from it, as well as keeping herself safe from losing this new chance at life.
Signs of possession outside of the aggression can be noticed by others. The possessed person will have: ice cold skin, blue-tinged lips, they might shiver even when inside where it's warm, and an aversion to fire or warm/hot water.
Information on how to banish the snow woman from another's body can be found in a book of local legends. This book is sold in stores or can be found in the Archives. To save someone from the snow woman, people must tell the possessed person the things they love most about them. It will cause the possessed person to react violently, so it is suggested that they be restrained during the process. The longer they are forced to hear the positive messages about love, the feelings that they can stir up in another (whether platonic or romantic), and the safety that can be found in that love, the more weakened the hold from the snow woman will be. When the possessed person eventually stops struggling, a cut must be made on the back of their neck, before a cloth soaked in warm rose water must be placed on top of the wound. Their skin will begin to steam before a large gust of snow will pour from their mouth, swirling around the room, and smash through the window. It's suggested to leave it open if you'd like to save the glass.
cw: suicide jokes
She pulls out her Omni to check Jinx's blurb and... shit, that hits on a lot of things she's sure Jinx wouldn't want out there so she chooses something lighter to talk about. She'd never intentionally bring up anything that would upset her best friend (a title she holds with a certain amount of pride). ] It says you're a graffiti artist. Have you tagged a bunch of shit in the city yet?
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You bet I have!! But I haven't lately 'cuz ya know, busy with work and life. I oughta set aside for it. Do a lil' me time.
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Plus, it's not that different from painting a mural, right?
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I've always used oil crayons. They seemed to get the job done.
(sitting more upright, there's a warmer smile over her face -- looking genuinely pumped up and excited. )
Hey, we oughta do a piece together! Two artist, best friends, we should make an art dedicated to that.
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At Jinx's excitement, Sharon leans forward into the table, grinning. ] Yeah. [ A nod ] Hell yeah, I like that idea. We should do something somewhere everyone has to see it. Make people look upon our art and admire us and get fucking jealous that they don't have a friend they can do something like that with!
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Then let's speed through this crap so we can get on with it!! Ask me somethin'.
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All right, all right, let's see... [ She looks to the cards on table and begins to flip through them. Finally, she settles on one. ] If you could be any type of animal, what would you be and why?
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And why? 'Cuz I like deadly things as much as I love cute things. They don't get a lotta love, y'know.
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( especially when you consumed a "love" chocolate and is just filled with so much of it in your heart. anyway, she'll move this along. )
Are ya hopin' to find a guy or a girl with this?
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Neither. [ No shock. She's being honest. ] I actually just got out of a relationship. I never even had a friend before I came to this place so this is... It's a lot to adjust to. It's been a year now and I still feel like I'm finding myself. Love-love feels like it's a little out of reach for me right now.
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What, were people jealous of you?
( that had to be the only explanation. sharon was/is such a great person that others felt threatened by her -- saw her as competition. it's not necessarily unheard of as people to behave this way. jinx spent a lot of time doing stakeouts and people watching when she worked under silco. and while she sat there for snooping reasons, she picked up on a lot of behavioral tics, too. )
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I couldn't have friends. [ She explains, unashamed. It's not like it bothers her now but... back then, she would've done anything to have a normal life. ] It wasn't safe. My dad and I were being hunted down by a cult and neither of us could risk being close to people. So, I had to do whatever I could to make sure people kept their distance. Which often meant I had to be a bitch to people who tried to get close.
It was... It was awful. [ She admits with a duck of her head. ] No one was allowed to know who I was. No one even got to know my real name. I had to always be the stranger no matter where I was. I'd like to say I got used to it but... I'd get shocked.
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That's... ( a pause as she tries to find the right words. ) — That really blows.
( feeling the urge of physical affection, jinx reaches over to take a hold of sharon's hand -- intertwining their fingers together. )
I know... how that feels. Being forced to keep your distance. Really, I do. But... you don't gotta do that, anymore. If everyone else in this shithole place turns their back on ya, I won't. I'll never do that.
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Her lips press together as Jinx speaks, fighting a frown, and her heart stutters and flutters and pinches in her chest. I'll never do that, she says, and Sharon believes her. She squeezes the girl's hand again. ]
I know, Jinx, and I can't... I don't know how to best tell you what that means to me. [ Her eyes begin to burn and she quickly blinks away any tears though her gaze remains glassy. Damp. ] Just know that goes both ways: I've got your back and I'll never abandon you. No matter what happens.
[ Jinx may be a chaotic little gremlin to the world but Sharon's seen what she hides beneath that mask of hers: a girl so afraid to lose what little she's got left, she's willing to throw it all away before it can be taken. ]
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the hackling and pointing escalates to the point it's painful for her to think. and the worst of it? they go on for hours; non-stop. so can anyone really blame her for listening to them? it's better to do so just so she can avoid what would happen if she didn't. jinx wants to believe all of her heart that she, chizuru, scorpia, nara'a, usagi, and a few others will be by her side through thick and thin. vi said that years ago -- how family stick together, but then went back on her word of it.
the two of them are working out and she can feel how much vi is important to her. it's been an enormous help, but that doesn't stop the dead to voice their own opinions. they still try to wrap vi's feelings and persuade jinx the sensation means this and not that. )
( so does jinx still believe everyone (including vi) will leave her despite vowing they wouldn't? hard yes, but she is fighting through the fear and doing her best to just... trust. the girl can only hope her "jinx" will stay out of it and to just let her have this. seeing her best friend swelling up a little, it makes her want to do it, too (she doesn't, though). )
Okay. ( she nods while giving her hand another squeeze. ) No matter what happens...
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And if you ever have any doubts, you can tell me. Doesn't matter who you're doubting or why.
I'll be here. Even if it's just to listen.
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Alright, I'll believe you.
( will she regret this? only time can really tell. but... if she and her sister can be in okay terms, why not others? )
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I'll do everything I can to not let you down, Jinx.
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Thanks. I just... wish I'd give you the same. ( since they are being honest here. )
I, sometimes, run away. ( ... ) When things aren't goin' so hot and I-I lock people out. Mr.Bananas thinks it's a bad move to do and I should... go to people when I'm upset.
( a little pause. )
I'm trying to get better at that. But... I get so upset that I do it anyway. ... Sorry in advance.
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Listen, I... I do the same thing. [ sharon flushes, cheeks turning a soft, cool shade of plum and she clears her throat as if to dispel her own embarrassment at her honesty ] So, don't worry about that with me. Don't apologize for it. Just keep... Just keep trying.
I think that's the most important thing. You're trying, Jinx. And trying means we'll mess up sometimes. As long as you don't stop trying, I don't think there's ever anything to apologize for.
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secondfirst human best friend, she should treat her like she treated him.so building up the courage, her eyes cast a glimpse back to the other. )
Will... that be enough for everyone else? If they see me helping people or saving people, they'll look over the other stuff about me?
( a beat. )
A lotta stuff I've done, I don't feel remorse over. But... some I do. If they knew those things that I feel bad about, would they look over it?
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It will be enough for some people. The people that matter. For others, especially people you've hurt, it might not be. They may never be able to accept any changes. [ a pause ] ...and that's okay.
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I'm... kinda in a weird spot with myself. I wanna stay as me. I don't wanna change 'cuz I've already changed. I like me. But I... also wanna improve on a few things with this new life.
( how to elaborate? )
Havin' friends is nice. A-And I like when people get happy over the things I've done for 'em. I want that more. ... It feels good to help a lil' and it's not screwin' me over.
( her tone is sounding to hopeful when she says all this. her face even lights up briefly. but then it sinks away; fading off into the sorrow. )
But, I dunno... — this path I'm on. I can't stray too far from it. Or else somethin' bad will happen.
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Like what? [ She asks her gently, her gaze never drifting from the other teen's face. Jinx has her complete, undivided attention. ]
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cw: child abuse, abandonment, voices + death
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