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My blind optimism to blame

APRIL 2022 EVENT

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Prompt One
[Image One: A large green butterfly.]
[Image Two: A woman staring in a daze at light orbs floating around her face.]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A volcano with meteors falling down around it.]
[Image Two: A ball of quivering light hovering in the dark with woman standing in front.]

Prompt Three
[Image One: A woman staring at a mirror-like humanoid being staring back at her.]
[Image Two: A woman in a field of grass with humanoid-shaped flower sculptures nearby.]

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MIGRATION OF MOONLIT BUTTERFLIES

WHEN: April
WHERE: Everywhere outside
CONTENT WARNINGS: Hopelessness/corruption, heavy themes of mental trauma/health, killing of gentle creatures.

Excerpt from BEASTS OF DEER COUNTRY Chapter 12: Migrations:

"One of the most beautiful natural phenomena of Deer Country is the migration of the mysterious Moonlit Butterflies. These giant creatures are most often the size of a house, with exceptional wingspans. Fear not: they are not violent creatures. Most will fly well above the city of Trench, leaving trails of glittering orbs of light that fall all throughout the city. However, it is common for some Moonlit Butterflies to land and rest throughout Trench. Despite their massive size, these creatures appear to weigh very little, able to rest harmlessly on homes, lampposts, and the like. Don't be surprised to find some scattered throughout your neighborhood.

They have a gentle aura about them and are most famous for their behemoth wings which glow a radiant green. They are aptly named due to their ability to store immense power from the moon during April and are seen as distant children of Argonaut. Being near them will enchant the air with the scent of amber and fresh linen, and you may hear a soothing song emit from these beasts.

Despite their rare and incredible beauty, it is wise to not linger in their presence no matter how captivating they are...And they are captivating. Many residents of Trench have been known to stop and stare, enthralled by the wings or the orbs of light that are shed by the butterflies. Those who have been staring for too long will have an unnatural glowing green glaze over their eyes, obscuring their pupil and gaze. This is known as the Moonlit Drain.

These butterflies do not gather all of their energy from moonlight...but they gather it from hopeful beings as well. It is why they gather among populations of sentient beings. They soak up all hope in the area and the longer you stand in their presence, the more hopeless you may become. Standing in the presence of a Moonlit Butterfly has driven people to rapid, severe corruption in under ten minutes. It is best to avoid these butterflies no matter how mesmerizing they may be to look at.

The little orbs of light are actual manifestation of everyone's hope. Touching them may restore hope and they can be gathered into jars for future treatments of corruption. They do not "go bad" as they are the essence of emotion. One way to restore hope to a corrupt or beast-ridden soul is to slay one of the Moonlit Butterflies. They are incredibly easy to kill as they are naturally delicate and non-hostile.

Be warned: the one who slays a Moonlit Butterfly will be consumed with instantaneous corruption and possibly even beasthood. But once the butterfly has been slain, anyone in the surrounding area besides the killer will have corruption alleviated. Killing a Moonlit Butterfly has been known to fill people with incredible grief and guilt. Few have survived."

WONDERKIND

WHEN: April
WHERE: Everywhere outside
CONTENT WARNINGS: Possible spoilers per canon, time/vortex style presence, variety of possible monsters.

Excerpt from an essay titled "The Wonderkind Pthumerian" from the book The Curious Nature of the Weakest Pthumerian: Argonaut and Misconceptions:

"Most of the other Patron Pthumerians are known for exceptional strength and durability during trying times. It is only Argonaut in which people think of weakness. They believe the Patron to be a fickle, tiny thing with little worth, but there is a unique and powerful quality to Argonaut that should not be overlooked.

This is the phenomenon known as Wonderkind. It has only been known to happen once every few years and only ever during April, but those who have seen it would testify to the hidden strengths of our explorer Patron. There is much to be said about curiosity and resilience, after all. Argonaut has wandered through the lives of many without most ever realizing it. He has likely seen into your own life, curious about the odd Sleepers that show up on the shores of this world.

Wonderkind appears as a meteor shower, but these are no meteors. Balls of flaming light will fall from the sky, silent, beautiful, striking, and somewhat ominous and terrifying. They rain upon Trench in intervals throughout April. They do not crash into the city so much as glide throughout. These balls of light are shimmering orbs that have split open time and space itself into unraveling cocoons, exposing portals into worlds foreign to this one.

These portals cannot be entered for they are not portals out of this world...But portals into this world. Sleepers have claimed to find beloved items and pull them out of these portals. Some may find old pets that come out to greet them. It can be a lucky and cherished event for many. Tragically, these portals do not seem to be able to bring in sentient beings ~~applicable characters~~, but you may be able to talk briefly to a loved one who isn't yet in this world.

But that's not all that can crawl through these portals...Monsters from other worlds have been known to flock to these portals and make their way through. Monsters from your worlds or other worlds slip in to wreak havoc on the streets of Trench. It is during this time that it is of the utmost importance that our Hunters take up arms and protect the vulnerable. If you recognize the monsters or disasters from your world entering ours, then please, make sure to caution those against it.

The portals close after a few hours and cannot be manually closed by anyone. Nothing can be sent into portals, but one can stand by a portal and guard it for potential dangers. Portals from your world may reappear several times throughout the month, so don't let your guard down for even a moment, and always expect the worst even when hoping for the best."

Quick Facts:

1. Respect the setting. Do not bring in monsters that would be capable of destroying the world/city/etc.

2. Things like unique plants/items can be gained through these portals.

3. You do not need to engage with portals from your own canon. You can invent new worlds, engage with other canons, or alternate universes. It's up to you.

FROM WITHIN AND WITHOUT

WHEN: April
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Instant beasthood, corruption of soul, draining of soul, replication of soul, mistreatment of sex workers/night walkers.

An excerpt from a journal kept by a Night Walker named Charlotte Finch. Finch was known for being one of the first established Night Walkers and was known for her advocacy on the front of Night Walker work and its relationship to beasthood. This journal is kept in the Archives. It contains content pertinent to Beasthood yet, unfortunately, due to ongoing biases against Night Walkers, this journal is kept in the autobiography section rather than the section for beasthood. Good luck finding it.

"the job of the Night Walker is, of course, undervalued by this world. we do our best to soothe the troubled souls of this place and yet they continue to doubt our worth. what must we do to convince them? must we wield blades to show them how we fight? must we shed blood to prove our dedication? must we pick up books to show our intelligence? nei, we not do that. we sleep beside our worn hunters and rest heads upon the chests of scholars and hold the tired hands of architects. we guide the way to light in a way disciples could never.

all us are valuable, it be true, but why must the night walker be left to the wayside? why must our duties be written off? why must it be that it always a night walkers blood in the streets that leaves no tears to be shed? nei, nei, it is hatred of those who understand the soul and body have a close connection.

you know what i believe? these souls of ours change the landscape of our bodies. you cannot have one without the other. when the soul is corrupt, it only be natural that the body corrupts, turning rigid and hideous and monsterous and beastly. aye yes i have seen it myself, though none of the others believe except for other night walkers.

you see, there is a shape that comes to us in the Long Night of april, a shape much like our own. looking like a person ought to look but with no face and no features, like a mirror glimmering in the shape of you. they look like us, and they will mimic us. these odd mirror beings is the shape of our soul, you see, and once it finds you, it will copy you, and you will be driven mad! mad! how does this thing move as you move? how does it replicate what you replicate?

aye, it is your soul, my friend. your soul in a shape you can see. or something like it, may not soul be in your lexicon. it is you, as you are it. it is the Tether between you and beasthood, see what i say. the Tether will begin to soak into you if you let it, if you let it consume you, and it will consume you rapidly. people have been known to be ravaged by the Tether and turn into beasts within seconds, AYE yes, seconds, not minutes, into a vicious beast. the Tether wins.

But you need not let it be a victor, my friend. you see, we proved it, we did, us night walkers, we proved to lay with the Tether is to soothe the Tether. Allow yourself the kindness of another soul, another companion. touch and feel and express companionship. holding the hand of your lover or your friend or your brother or sister will cause the Tethers to weaken before ye very eyes! i do swear it, my friend, i should not lie on a subject i hold so dear.

you see, when we hold one another dear, when we cherish one anothr truly and wholly, we abate the darkness in our souls. listen to your companions, my sweet friends, and let your souls heal, and you can stop the Tether from consuming. you see, you see. surely you see. this is what it looks like. the Tether is always with us, but only in April under this moon can we see it always and will it be vicious and invasive. do not allow it.

do not allow it."

Quick Facts:

1. Tethers will take the exact body shape/size of you and mimic your moves. They may follow you around for several hours/days. Once they decide to "consume" you, it will be quick. It will essentially look like your body is turning metallic and then you become a beast.

While Charlotte states it happens in a matter of seconds, this can happen in several hours/days as well. Depends on the character and their general resolve.

2. People can be pulled back from this through emotional support whether verbally or physically and general acts of kindness. It's the sincerity that matters here. You do not need to be familiar with the person to help them.

3. Everyone can see each other's Tethers so you can determine how severe someone's Tether has become. The more severe the Tether, the more silvery the impacted person will look.

4. Tethers cannot be destroyed with weaponry/attacks. Trying will only hurt the person they are mimicking. You could actually kill someone by trying to "kill" their Tether. The tether will vanish with those who died but reappear once they have reincarnated.

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"They're doing some weird things to people," he says, frowning, wondering on her dim reactions and responses. Is she...always like this? He can't say he knows for sure. "Locals said if you look too long it can really mess you up, and you, uh..."

Oh, dear. Hopefully he doesn't offend her if she's always like this! He rubs the back of his neck.

"You just...sound kind of woozy. How about we move out of sight of the thing, huh? Clear your head?"

She made a little moue of distaste. "Of course something beautiful comes with something dangerous. I really should have known better." But she sounded resigned more than anything. She wanted to feel free to express her emotions, but she knew that was impossible with the training she had. "So this has happened before to them? Strange. I wonder why we weren't warned," she asks, still a little slow in her reaction time.

And no, she's generally not like this at all, but loss followed by the rapid approach of her birthday meaning four long years away from home has dimmed her inner flame.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea. Thank you...I didn't catch your name?"

Manabu, not the sort to idle anywhere long, shifts his weight to one leg and turns partly away from the building where the offending creature is perched. As she agrees to come along, he starts to walk, but halts again at the ask, his mouth twitching and painting a sheepish expression.

"Aa, right. Sorry." He turns back to her, determined to keep his eye on her and not let it drift upward and cause the very problem that's brought him here.

"My name's Manabu." He bows his head politely. "Manabu Yuuki. Happy to help, really, so don't worry about a thing, okay? We'll find somewhere indoors to reset a bit, shake off the creepy bug energy."

There are places Tinya can linger. Like the library here. Or Earworm, where she spends her time comforting those who need it and being a listening ear to everyone who approached her with a problem. Sometimes they wanted a solution, sometimes they simply wanted to unburden themselves. Either was okay. But she falls into step easily alongside him.

"No, it's okay. You're the one who helped me, after all." And what he'll see is a beautiful but lonely eighteen year old, one who has bore the brunt of a world before this and doesn't know if or when she'll ever go home to stay.

"And my name's Tinya," with a graceful nod. And, I'll do my best not to worry, I promise. That's a good idea, to find a nice indoor place where hopefully I can fully recover from the...giant butterfly thing."

Now on their way to leave spooky bugs behind, Manabu turns his gaze forward and seeks out the distinct shape of the library, whose windows are somewhat lit and visible from their distance. Not too far away, no risk of more spooky bugs, perhaps? He'll take it - that's the building he decides they'll hoof it to.

"Mn, if this is the worst of it this month, we're probably pretty lucky, I think? But better safe than sorry. Have you gone through the paces here yet?" He can't say he's noticed her before, but then...he's not exactly the greatest at noticing anyone when he's so busy trying to not stand still.

Spooky bugs were something she didn't think she'd ever get out of her head. Generally, she didn't even like bugs. Or mice or rats, making her love for furry felines not just a preference, but a common sense method of pest control. (well. other than Carmilla, but she was a batkitten)

And Tinya sighed. "I hope this is the worst of it. I really don't feel like this is the worst it can get. I mean, last month lured me into a house with shadow demons who tried to kill me. I guess the butterflies could have killed me if I'd stayed staring at them long enough?" She's still pretty new, so he shouldn't feel bad about not noticing her.

Manabu breathes out a withered sound, eyes wincing. No, this isn't the worst...unfortunately.

"It's not easy," he admits. "But sticking around other folks tends to help." Until it doesn't. But...yeah...

He climbs the steps and pulls open the door to the Archive, holding it open for Tinya.

She notices that and wonders how long he's been here, if it was before the dream was ended. Many of those who had seemed...weary, for lack of a better word. But she imagines that by the end of her time in the world before this, she'd seemed weary, too.

"Then it's a good thing I'm a social butterfly," she says in a poor attempt at a joke.

She thanks him, then walks through the door. "This should be safe, right?"

"Yeah, it--"

Bark. Barkbark.

Manabu hesitates, wincing, and sighs as he holds the door open for a little longer. After a few seconds, a small dog scampers out of the dark and runs in, skidding on his feet before pacing around with his nose to the floor, making a bee line for the girl's shoes.

"Was wondering where you ran off to..." The door closes behind him. "Don't jump on her, Magnet. Be nice."

She's completely shaken from her daze by the barking. She's seen so few dogs here who weren't--what was his name? The Kennel Master? Well, few dogs other than those affiliated with him.

Tinya's eager to meet the dog. She may be a cat person, but she can appreciate dogs, too. And she smiles as the dog came into view, clearly aiming for her shoes, black boots which used to be called combat boots, a contrast to the simple slip-dress she'd been wearing with no coat.

"Awww, is that its name? Magnet? He's adorable!"

And the last of the butterfly's influence leaves her.

"And a menace," Manabu mutters, watching the dog ham it up for more Adorable Points, pretending to not hear his person in favor of looking up earnestly at Tinya, tail wagging.

"Just be quiet in here, okay? It's a library..."

He gets a soft whine-growl at that, and Manabu supposes that's answer enough and just shakes his head, squinting around in the dim lobby. With the long dark of April, candlelight somehow looks too bright...but not piercing enough to break through the gloom. Almost like starlight.

"But a cute one! Though, I'd say the same about my cats and batkitten. Cute menaces," she said with a smile. And she bends over and starts giving the dog scritches behind the ears. "An adorable menace! Is that what you are?"

And Tinya was sure she must have flushed pale blue. "Right, right, sorry. I'll keep it down."

She's used to the dark of space, the little pins of light of stars. Even before she was five, she'd been accompanying her mother on her diplomatic errands...and being used as a spy for her mother. She was severe and no-nonsense while Tinya was warm and friendly. People confided in her far more than they did her mother. Much to Tinya's regret.

"A--n-not you, I meant the dog!" Manabu winces, both at the misunderstanding and the volume of his own voice raising; so much for practicing what he preached... He sighs, rubbing at his face and walking further inside.

It's spookier than usual: candlelight makes shadows dance, and all of the weirder curios stored inside take on a more haunted house look because of it. Manabu thought they looked creepy enough without the lighting effects... That actually prompts him to check his pockets and get his omni out, using it for a flashlight along the way.

"Imagine...trying to read in such a gloomy place...It has to be terrible for your eyes..."

"Ohhhhh. Yes, I guess that makes more sense," she said with a smile, growing softer as she noticed his seeming embarrassment. "It's okay."

In a weird way, she liked it. Everything was so bright on Legion World, in Metropolis, the bright almost never seemed to settle down. Though, at least she could see the stars on Legion World, the light pollution in Metropolis was far too awful to allow it. Though, she made a face at seeing what looked like a fetal pig in a pickled in a jar.

"I'd imagine so! I know Peggy does glass eyes, but no one's said anything about old Earth eye-glasses. Though, they may be useful before too long."

"Who's Peggy?" Manabu asks, shining his omni light on a nearby row of shelves. "Another Sleeper? Or actually someone from here?"

"From what I know, she's actually from here. Which is unusual, but if she's willing to help, that's good enough for me." Which she hopes won't be necessary. But if anyone could do reading glasses for him, it would likely be her.

"Oh!" He perks up a little. "That's not a bad thing at all. The more nice people we know here, the better, right? At least, that's what I think... It makes working together easier."

"Yes, absolutely. Especially amongst the locals, they're usually the ones doing the fishing and the farming for us." The Mistress knew she didn't want to.

"And making clothes and food and..." Manabu slows, craning his head up to peer at the second level visible from where they're at.

"And not much else beyond..." He frowns. "Why...doesn't anyone come in and out of this city, really...? Even the supply ships were vacant of people. I don't get it..."

And honestly, that's why he knows about this building at all: He's not great at books or studying, but trying to wrap his head around the mysterious outside of Trench's borders has rapidly begun to eat him up - so much that he's taken to scouring for maps, atlases, travel logs...anything that'll show signs of the world beyond.

Because it has to be there. This isn't a dream anymore: It's a planet.

"Yes, all of that. It's a lot of responsibility and I often feel bad handing over a bag of rocks in exchange for groceries." Never mind that the United Galaxies were basically a socialist paradise, even with her mother holding the reins.

"They're probably afraid. Of us, of what might be out there. There are good reasons to be afraid."

It's far too small a space for her liking, too, but so was the other world. She'd love to go home for keeps and take a cruiser out among the stars, just because she could. And she often wonders if she could fly enough to see the world beyond if she stayed low enough to the ground.

It is. But she's not expecting to see the commonly known Earth if they ever make it to the stars for whatever reason.

"There's just as much to be scared of in the city, too," Manabu replies, his tone a touch grim. "But being afraid...that can only be an excuse for so long. Nothing changes if everyone just stays stuck in one place, scared.

"That's what I think, anyhow..."

"True, there's beasthood, corruption...so I usually stay in Cellar Door, where they're not as common." As both a mental and physical safety device. She's afraid of who she might become if--when--corruption should happen. It's not that she likes keeping such rigid control of her emotions (because everything is fine), but it's a terrible old habit she can't seem to break.

"What might be possible? As far as change goes, I'm still new in town and most people I've met seem to accept the status quo without much in the way of questioning it."

"I'm working on it."

He shines the omni light on a fresh row of book spines, not surprised but also not happy to see so many unlabeled ones. Honestly, how does anyone look up anything here?!

"I'm going to find as much as I can about the outside world and get an expedition group set up. I can't be the only one wanting to find out what's past the tree line."

"Oh?"

She usually stares at the shelves for about ten minutes, sighs, then picks one at random. But it usually works?

"You're definitely not. So, if an expedition group can be done, count me in. I'm interested in the subject, too."

The volunteering gives Manabu pause, and after a hesitation he looks over with a thoughtful frown. To his eyes, she's just a young lady, not a combatant - the kind of person he'd be protecting, not throwing into harm's way.

"M-maybe when we can get an outpost lamp set up," he offers. "And some of the closest hazards cleared or maintained?"

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I'm so sorry, I didn't get the notification!

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Thanks! :D also. (CW: dead animal)

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(CW: socialism)

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