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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.
Bad Luck of the Early Worm
[Luz did get a neck full of hot coffee and stood up quickly, wincing. When she turned to the offender, she was actually caught off guard].
Saeri? What happene-oh crap! Your hand! Let me try and get it from under the table!
[She says, even as she'd nursing the burns].
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[She tosses her napkins at Luz even though she's burned herself. She's used to it, even if it does sting like hell. She waves at a waitress and snags the glass of water off her tray. Sorry to whoever that was for. At least the waitress isn't made and offers to get them towels and a mop. Saeri doesn't even pay her attention.]
Here dip the napkins in the water and put it on the burn. How bad did it get you? Do you need to go strip in the bathroom?
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[Luz, for her part, is absolutely used to being a little beaten up due to unforeseen events and would be having exactly this kind of month. This was just the start of it. She did take the cold water and dab at her skin].
Huh? Strip? No, no, I'm actually good! This kind of thing happens more than you'd think.
[And ack, strip in the bathroom? That sounded like the beginning of wacky shenanigans that Luz wanted no part of]!
Let's go and find your hand!
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It's right there.
[She sticks her foot under the table to try and snag it, but it's pushed too far to the backside of the table. Even her long limbs won't be reaching unless she leans down and reaches in under the table directly.]
Ugh. Today has been total shit, the bad luck didn't need to drop it right in your lap.
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Ah, I see it!
[Luz makes an attempt to get it herself and fails. Drat].
If it's got to go somewhere, I'd rather it'd be some spilled coffee than you losing your whole hand. That's got to be such a pain!
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Move your head, Luzi.
[She's gonna stick that mop under there, wipe up the coffee and knock her hand back out into the open. Covering in sticky caffeine and bleach water, but whatever. She just needs it back. Good thing she's very practiced in using staffs and polearms with one hand.]
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Hm? Ok.
[Luz moved out of the way so she could get to the stain, and when the hand came gliding over, Luz scooped it up quick.
"Let me guess: bad luck across the board?"
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[She holds out her the mop to give back to the waitress so she can take her hand back from Luz.]
Ick it's so sticky. That's gonna be hell to clean out of the knuckles.
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[Luz did her best to try and "polish" the hand before handing it back to her friend].
In that case, why don't you show me how you do it? In case I ever need to know.
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[You know, nothing big. She is a lot more dismissive of it than she sounds just a second ago.]
You don't have to worry about the hand though, really. I should be able to...
[She's been focusing on the hand, focusing as much as she can while talking. It's a conscious yet subconscious act, moving your limbs, and she's become used to her prosthetic reacting in the same way. This time it doesn't do more than twitch the sticky, fingers a bit before it goes completely limp.]
Well, shit. So much for that.
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[Luz knew that was a thing, and always worried about it for her friends. And Saeri shouldn't just dismiss it...even if it was something Luz herself would have done.
Luz watched the finger with interest, and nodded when she saw the disappointment in ger friends' face].
Let me help you fix it. It's the least I could do, and you could tell me more about you and Robby almost dying!
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[Things had been trying to kill her for a lot longer than Trench has.]
You don't owe me anything, Luzi. It's not like it's your fault my joint failed. When it shouldn't ever fail. I owe you a clean, dry shirt and coat. If you want to come back to my place so I can fix you up.
[She says that with just a hint of the aggravation she's feeling about the whole thing.]
Besides it's not like we really almost died. Sweet Pea is too tiny to do that much damage. He tried though.
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[That first time had been her own fault for underestimating the thing she was fighting by a lot. That wouldn't happen again].
Aw, come on, Saeri! I wouldn't ask you for that! Since you're offering though, and I do need clean clothes, I'll take you up on that."
[She'd missed talking with Saeri anyway, and this would be a great time to catch up]!
Glad you didn't come close then! I know I've had some pretty close shaves, even recently!
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Come on, then. We'll clean your clothes and dry then them, quick.
[Hopefully. With the way her luck has been going...
No. She's not gonna focus on that. Not today. She doesn't have the energy for that negativity. And besides, she hasn't seen Luz in ages.]
Did you at least get to enjoy whatever you ordered for yourself?
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[Luz would make sure to give her a hand if she needed it with the clothes though. Oh, good one! She'd have to save that and see if Saeri liked puns]!
Oh, sure! I was just going for some fruit pastry and fishcake anyway! It seems to be a bit popular here!"
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I'm not really a fish-person, but their pastries are amazing. Can't blame you. I was thinking of snagging one myself, but oh well.
[All her plans got derailed by losing a hand, though. Everything else can wait. She pushes the door open and back out into the cold they go. She takes a second to remove her outer coat and hands it to Luz. She's got her underjacket at least and none of her clothes are wet.]
Here, wear this. My place is a bit away.
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[Luz would have to make sure she got Saeri something after this. The mishap was annoying enough to throw anyone off their game].
Ooh, thanks! Trying to avoid getting sick this month!
[Too bad it wouldn't prevent being possessed by a frozen, vengeful spirit].
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[Saeri's right arm is still good and she pulls Luz closer to her with it, giving her a little noogie on the top of her head.]
Sounds like things have been busy for you.
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[Granted, that was because Luca was actually a sea person, but Luz knew enough not to tell too many people this, since it was more something Luca preferred to tell people on his own].
Hey!
[The noogie was unexpected, but she was smiling].
I mean, its Trench! I'd be surprised if I had an easy month!
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If you need extra fish or crabs, let me know. I got a couple guys at the docks who owe me a good haul.
[Benefits of helping people with fixing their damaged ship. And thankfully they only have a few more blocks to go to get to the Carriage House. She's worried about Luz freezing out here in this blizzard.]
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Ooh, I will! Gosh, I haven't had crab in a while!
[She tended to stick to fish, she hadn't even allowed herself the luxury of shellfish].
It's pretty cold today, isn't it?
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[She has maybe spent too much time around herself lately, talking to herself.]
You okay? We're not that far now and I don't want you turning into an icicle yourself.
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[Luz gave Saeri a smirk].
I've heard MUCH worse than that. Besides, "bathtub?" Who imagines demon had a cold bathtub?
[Look, if you're going to cover up what you were going to say, it should make sense]!
I'll be fine! I've actually gotten pretty good at dealing with the cold in this world.
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[Nope, not gonna admit she messed that up.]
And who are you talking like that, young lady? Oh the scandal! Who has been corrupting you?
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[Luz was smirking].
What can I say? I have had a LOT of bad influences.
[Present company included]!
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