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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.
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The whole blood magic thing is pretty new, I gotta admit. Can't remember hearing anything like that happening where I come from. In my world magic is brought forth by song, not blood, and there are only a select few people capable of harnessing that power.
Haven't really heard of people coming out of the ocean as squids either. I really could do with a lot less of that, honestly. I hate the ocean. If I didn't know better I'd say that that part was designed specifically to fuck with me in particular.
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Is it just singing, or stuff like... playing instruments, too?
( The other guy still unnerves the heck out of him, but music is at least one common ground, maybe.... possibly.... But there's a soft huff at that, almost amused. )
Man, tell me about it. The ocean's fucking terrifying. ....He loves it, though. Sometimes I'll wake up out on the beach or even under the water. I guess he just likes going under there and hanging out. So damn creepy.
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[Dito raises his arms in an extravagant stretch, propping his feet up lackadaisically on the table between them.]
Speakin' of which... I knew someone who was as objectively perfect as your passenger had to have some sort of flaw. Though the idea of him just taking your body on a stroll to the ocean bed is pretty funny, I gotta admit.
The ocean doesn't scare me, mind you. I just can't stand the smell. Fish fuck in it, y'know. [He shudders.] I used to live seaside with my mistress back home and... well. Let's just say it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience.
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But Peter's eyes widen as the other boy refers to Paimon as objectively perfect, and he can't help giving a little sound that's almost a scoff — bemused more than anything, and startled to hear anyone refer to Paimon that way. It must be a joke, right. )
You're.... being sarcastic, right? He's a fucking freak.
( Weird and scary and hideous!
And... thanks, Dito, for that lovely fish-related image. Peter's cringing for a couple of reasons by this point: thoughts of fish and Paimon being called perfect. This is not it! )
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You got somethin' against freaks, pal?
[He lets the question hang in the air for a few seconds before chuckling and shaking his head.]
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you. One man's kink is another man's trigger, so they say. Guess I'm just more broad-minded than most.
[...There's another word for that, Dito.]
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Any moment of relief is incredibly short-lived. Seconds, really.
Because.
'kink'
I'm sorry, what )
Ki....nk? For....... him?
( Please be joking, please be joking, this is more of that "I'm just fuckin' with ya", right?? )
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That was just an expression, my good man. Just an expression. Though now that you've greased the pan...
[Dito's feet slip from the table with a soft thud as he leans in once again, resting his chin on one hand.]
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued by your friend there. Gotta say I'm almost jealous that you get to spend so much time with him. Even with my hangups about personal autonomy, I think I'd enjoy having someone like him inside me.
[Subtle.]
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...He's in for a rude awakening.
He's just staring at the other boy, waiting (hoping, desperately) for the kid (maybe he's not as much of a kid as Peter initially thought) to laugh about fucking with him again......
Peter's mouth opens in shock, an expression of stunned shock.. horror..... The tips of his ears immediately darken as a mortified flush blossoms, and he shifts long limbs too quickly — there's a dull "thud" as his knee actually makes contact with the underside of the table. DID THIS GUY REALLY JUST.... )
Um—
( Peter couldn't possibly look more uncomfortable as he visibly squirms in his seat, words blurting out quickly. )
Look, I don't— I don't think it's a good idea for anyone to think about him like that.
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His face, however, is the picture of innocence.]
What do you mean by that? You don't think I'd make a good host?
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Is he— really being serious right now? Because that totally sounded.... But god damn, he does not want to explain what he was thinking. )
Uhhhh.
( An awkward little sound, and Peter says it very quietly. )
So you weren't talking about like............ sex....? Okay no, you probably weren't, who the hell would— Shit, I'm sorry.
( Kill him right this instant )
(cw: vague mentions of sexual abuse)
[Dito's nose wrinkles in disgust. The hand propping up his chin falls to the table with a soft thud as he adopts a more closed-off posture.]
Tch. Don't insult me. That's my former mistress's kink, not mine. If I'm gonna penetrate anyone without their permission it's gonna be with an edged weapon, know what I mean?
[His stance on consent established, Dito's expression immediately softens. That lascivious grin stretches his mouth again, looking disconcertingly out of place on his boyish face.]
That doesn't rule out self-abuse, though. Which brings me to my point-- if your demonic denizen's ever looking to move house, just let him know that I'm all too willing and very good with my hands. Know what I mean?
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O-Oh. ( He sits there awkwardly, and unsure how to feel about this boy having had a mistress? That sounds.... hmm.
But he's quickly flustered all over again as Dito says that next bit. Soooooo he........ would get handsy with Paimon if the demon were inside his body. "Self-abuse." That's— okay, yes, Peter hates that thought almost as much as the other idea and he's just giving another nervous, awkward laugh. )
Well, uh, if I could give him to you right now, I uh. Totally would. Free of charge, ( he adds, stupidly. But seriously, he would love nothing more than to be demon-free. )
And he'd probably like you better, so.
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I think I made a good first impression, yeah. He's a good conversationalist, and I like to think I kept him amused for the short time we hung out together. Though I'm sure you make a good enough host. [Damned with faint praise there.]
How'd you end up taking up with him, anyway-- draw a pentagram in your room or something? Accidentally sacrifice a goat?
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( There's a little wrinkle of the nose when Dito says he makes a good enough host, Peter unable to suppress the kneejerk reaction to that. )
I guess that's the problem.... if I wasn't the right host or whatever, I'd be free of this shit. ( A rough sigh and a shove of his palm up into his hair, the boy exhaling. )
There was this fucking.... cult. Apparently they'd been trying to put him in the right host for years and years. They wore me down before I really knew what was going on, sacrificed me to him, and here I am. Vessel to some big-wig demon king. Apparently his master is literal Satan too, so. ( Peter's eyebrows shoot up. Fuck his life, honestly. )
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[It's not a question, and there's a flash of something dark and dangerous across Dito's face. As little as he cares about this idiot and the circumstances surrounding his possession, this is all sounding uncomfortably similar to his tenure as a disciple.]
This cult-- did they have a reason for targeting you or was it just arbitrary? Did they just pick your name out of a hat or something?
[Oof, maybe dial back the rancor a little bit there, Dito. Don't want this guy to get the impression that you actually give a shit.]
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It's.. a strange thought. An uncomfortable one. He doesn't want to feel pity for this thing that's inside of him, this thing that's progressively stealing his life.
He swallows, looking back down to his hands for a long moment. ]
I don't understand everything, but.... it definitely was intentional. That it was me. [ He's learned the pieces, over so much time. None of it is easy to talk about, but at the point, he can. ]
....My grandma was the head of it. The cult. She wanted him put into me. I think.... she was planning it for a really long time. Maybe even before I was born.