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EVENT #1: FAE FESTIVITIES
INTO THE WOODS
Click Clock Wood (Spring) by Grant Kirkhope
2:05 / 4:59
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Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.
After making your way through the tiny farming town of Ich and out towards the rim of a massive raised crater, you will find yourself being led through a narrow split in the canyon wall. Inside, glow worms cling to the ceiling and create the illusion of a thousand twinkling stars above the moistened rocks.
When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.
A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.
There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.
Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.
Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.
The rules read as follows:
When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.
A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.
There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.
Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.
Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.
The rules read as follows:
- DO:
- ⁂ Accept gifts from the Fae.
⁂ Sample the food provided at the party ONLY.
⁂ Play games with the Fae.
⁂ Feel at ease to rest in the provided huts.
⁂ Keep tabs on your shadow lest it wander.
- ⁂ Make a TRADE with the Fae.
⁂ Provide any personal items as gifts or otherwise to the Fae.
⁂ Provide your true name to the Fae.
⁂ Wander away from the designated party area.
⁂ Ascend any staircases you find in the woods.
- ⁂ If you see an old woman hiking through the area, feel free to stop her and lie to her. The more brazen and obvious the lie the better. She appreciates this!
GAMES & ENTERTAINMENT
Amongst the games and attractions are a variety of fun possibilities!
GAMES
- ⁂ Battleship! (Fae Style!) A number of Fae will be hiding on a large grid of flowers. You guess the locations and if you are correct then you will win a small prize! It is a cup of nectar that refills endlessly, and numbs any pains you may have. This works even outside of the forest and can be taken home.
Every time you miss though, you receive a small 'curse.' Nothing harmful! Maybe you’re just rotating in place for the next hour, your ears become daisies, or you grow a tree out of your head? (Feel free to come up with your own silly ideas!) All of the curses will dissipate after a time or upon leaving the forest and none will do any harm or cause pain. The Fae are all about fun tricks, not hurting anyone!
⁂ Dress Up Darlings! You enter a booth and allow the Fae to decide your outfit! Upon the agreement that you'll wear it the rest of the party, of course, no matter how silly or ridiculous it is.
⁂ Bobbing For Onions! Yes, you read that right. Bobbing for onions. There are onions floating around... in water. You have to catch them with your teeth. The prize for success is a Bag of Onions. This bag never runs out of onions. They are always fresh and always onions. Not always the same kind of onion, but always onions nonetheless. This bag works outside of the forest and can be taken home.
⁂ What's In The Box? There is a box. There is something in it. Maybe it's frogs. Maybe it's slugs. Possibly bugs? Maybe apples. We don’t know. Stick your hand in the box and take a guess at what you’re touching! If you’re right, you win the contents of the box!
We'll let players decide via coin flip, rolls, or however they want if their guess is correct! Any items won though will be common, every day items like mentioned and nothing especially exciting. Unless you're really into frogs. Then it's your lucky day, apparently!
ENTERTAINMENT
- ⁂ Slayd & The Possums! Slayd is here and he’s throwing down the banjo tunes with his possum pals. Feel free to join him if you are musically inclined! The Fae will provide any instrument your heart desires! They can't grant you the ability to play it though if you don't know how.
⁂ The Crowning of the King of Misrule! Randomly chosen by the Fae, enter a lottery to be chosen as the King of Misrule for the evening. You will be dressed in a stupid outfit and granted Fae wings for the night! You also have the insatiable urge to play harmless pranks on people. The Fae will also give you a "Special Gift" at the end of the party...
FOR THE FOOLISH
Ahh, but there are rule breakers amongst us aren't there? If you choose to sneak away from the party, chances are nobody will stop you; however, you are now on your own in the Talahee Forest.
The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.
Best that you lie.
The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.
Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.
⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger
Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.
You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!
⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs
The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.
You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)
Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.
FIRST LAYER
Rak'tika Greatwood Theme ( Civilizations ) by Masayoshi Soken
4:34 / 5:15
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"Civilizations" prominently features a female vocalist. The lyrics are in the Ronkan language, and has not been officially translated.
The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.
Best that you lie.
SECOND LAYER
Click Clock Wood (Autumn) by Grant Kirkhope
1:12 / 4:11
▶︎
Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.
The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.
Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.
⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger
THIRD LAYER
Saint Mocianne's Arboretum (Hard) by Masayoshi Soken
2:50 / 5:10
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...hordes of aggressive plant life exposed to the strange substance stand between you and the information you seek.
Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.
You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!
⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs
FOURTH LAYER
Poison Tree by Grouper
0:30 / 3:16
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'Poison Tree' is a meditation on the complexities of anger and the internal conflict it causes. It draws inspiration from William Blake's poem of the same name.
The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.
You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)
Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.
Notes
⁂ For the game prizes, we're using the honor system here! So long as you clear the roll then you can receive a prize with no mod permission needed.
⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!
⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!
⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!
⁂ Full Navigation ⁂
- - Battleship: If you roll a d20 above a 13, you can receive one of the nectar cups.
- Bobbing For Onions: If you roll a d20 above a 10, you can receive one of the bag of onions. En...joy...?
⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!
⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!
⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!
ONION BOY WILL BE ONION KING
Lucky for him, he is on top of his game. Immediately he pops back up with an onion between his teeth, flashing a cheeky, excited grin at Ignis after grabbint it out of his mouth. He looks like an excited, wet puppy like this, really. He goes back in, and comes out with another...and another, and another until he has a veritable pile next to the bucket.
"I AM THE ONION KING!" Prompto shouts, pumping a fist in the air while he remains on the ground. He gives Ignis a wink. "Sooo, how'd I do?"
It feels like it's been a long while since Prompto's had the chance to just...Do something fun with his loved ones. After recent happenings, it is so deeply needed. Healing.
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Not so gross, however, that it keeps him from coming close when Prompto finally raises a victorious fist into the air along with his exclamation. He chuckles a tad, finger stroking up a dry spot along the back of his neck. "Oh, I think you've succeeded rather admirably, Prompto. Although it is a pity that, as a king, you've lost your crown."
In his excitement, he lost it right there in the water, and it floats, having caught on one of the onions still in there. Ignis picks up a small twig so that he can fetch the crown from the water, stray petals left behind to make the strange appearance there in the bucket.
Almost like a very disgusting soup.
Letting the sopping wet flower crown hang from the edge of the bucket, Ignis looks back down to Prompto with a small little fond smile. "You should fetch your prize, you know. I think you've quite earned it, after all that effort."
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Also maybe he just really loves being praised by Ignis, okay? Plus that little pet brushed along a fresh, metallic scale or two and felt really, really nice.
Ignis better be ready for a wiggly Prompto to beg for more of those pets once they're in the privacy of their home. The spines along his back get itchy, and Prompto has found that any kind of touching along them feels wonderful.
"Aw no...My crown!!!" Prompto says, just a little sadly. He leaps to his feet at the recommendation of getting his prize, however, and happily trots over to the fine fae handing out the prizes: an endless bag of onions. Genuinely a perfect thing for a chef like Ignis. The blond is pretty much sprinting right back to his boyfriend, holding the bag out in front of him with a smile that rivals the sun in the sky. "Worth it, to get this for you!!!"
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Noct used to remove even the onions from his burgers, didn't he...? But he did eat onion rings. Ignis will have to try and use this sort of knowledge. Maybe he can just... not tell him they're onions.
That is a difficulty to ponder for the rest of the night. For now, Ignis gestures for Prompto to follow him along, over to a small little clearing set aside. Something nice, amidst flowers that seem to still be blooming despite how they are entering into the autumnal season. "You should dry your hair properly," he advises him mildly. "Although I suppose you could style it with the onion stew it's covered in now."
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Prompto also just really likes onions, but that's beside the point. He bounces behind his boyfriend like an excited puppy, flopping onto the ground amongst the flowers once they both come to a stop. "You're the first person who ever really...Cooked for me. At least in a meaningful way that I can remember. The moment my folks knew I could fend for myself, that was it. Been spoiled ever since I met Noct and would steal bits of his lunch though! Even with the lower-tech everything, I can't say my mouth isn't watering thinking about the kinds of food you'll figure out how to make here. Heck, everything you made so far is killer!"
The boy proceeds to make a very dramatic, incredulous scrunchy face at the comment about styling his hair with gross onion water. Who does Ignis think he's talking to?! "Yuck, no way! There's gotta be some way to wash it around here..."
Really, maybe he should have considered this before sticking his face in the bucket multiple times. Still worth it to make Iggy happy, though.
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"Well, I am glad that all the vegetable dishes that I made didn't go to waste, at the very least, although it would have been nice if Noctis had eaten them," he says mildly. Of course, they were never for Noct, but the point remains.
"But you deserved to eat good food, Prompto. I hardly think that counts as being spoiled. Just a right that every person should have... and which I suppose I will have to ensure, until you have soundly learned your lesson." In the meanwhile... He reaches over to pinch some wet blond strands inbetween his fingers, inspecting it. "I don't imagine you will learn your lesson from this in contrast."
Anything for the bit. Or his boyfriends. Ignis does appreciate it, he really does.
Which is why he starts to speak up just a little louder than normal, even as he lifts the hair a bit more. "It truly is a shame that we do not have some simple clean water and a plain cloth to dry off wet hair, or new flowers that could be used for another flower crown. I think it would be a rather nice time to take care of your hair and weave another crown, all while we enjoyed some snacks I brought with me to the party. Oh well."
Some of the pixies which he knows have been hanging about in the branches overhead seem to react to that, and he can hear their little voices. "Snacks? Like the ones you made when you first arrived, Shu?"
Perfect. Ignis keeps his expression schooled. "Oh, something like that. I made them from fried potatoes this time... but I likely won't be able to have a chance to enjoy them anyone, since I will have to go looking for the things I mentioned."
There's whispering, and then a chorus of voices. "Hold on, Shu!"
And then the fluttering of wings.
Ignis straights up a bit, flapping his hand to get off the bits of onion water which cling to it. Doesn't do too much, but that's fine. "We'll want to wait for a moment, and be on guard," he says mildly. "I have no doubt they'll help, but it may be in a way we won't expect."
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"Yeah, trust me, I really did try to get him to give veggies a shot. Some fights you just can't win, Iggy. But if anyone can crack that code someday, it would have to be you. At least you always sent him so much food it was never a problem, right?" His voice gets a little softer. "Pretty sure the world would burn before you stopped trying to feed me, man. I- I appreciate it. For reals. For a guy like me? With my family? It is spoiling. Compared to everything else. I know how lucky I am to have someone like you in my life."
His cheeks tint pink at that one, as Prompto feels a rush of his fondness for Ignis wash over him anew. Then, he's laughing. "What lesson? It was so worth it to get you that bag. I'd do it again and again! You hear that? I'd ruin my beautiful hair for you!"
Prompto always had deceptively good coordination and reflexes, and they most certainly come in handy now. Blue eyes narrow. Iggy is totally up to something, and Prom is more than ready to spring to action when he says to be on guard. The tittering of laughter and small voices around them gives it all away. "Hey, what-"
A wooden basin hovers above his head and tips water onto the blond before he can finish his question. "Ack!" He screams, diving to one side to flop in the flowers on his belly. Lucky him, it is just in time for the basin to not land on his head. Instead it hits his back with a thunk and rolls into the grass.
"What the-!!!!"
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"What generous hosts, offering to help clean my boyfriend up," Ignis comments mildly as he snatches a towel from the air as well - although it drops much lighter than the basin. He can say that much quite easily. "Would you ladies like to stay a while longer and eat some of the things I prepared ahead of time with us? I wasn't sure if it would fit the grand feast you have all prepared, but a clean-up snack while I work is hopefully acceptable."
One of the pixies flutters down to perch on his knee, holding herself tall. "Well, if you insist, it would be rude to do otherwise!" she announces before fluttering back up to the rest of her kin. More of them have various flowers of all sorts, it seems, and a couple are sent down in various ways. A few are sent spinning like beyblades right for Prompto's head, while others are idly tossed down, before the whole giant batch gets dumped down.
Considering the alternative, Ignis will accept it.
Brushing some flowers away from his knees and off the towel, Ignis looks over to where Prompto is. "Come here, Prompto. Sit in front of me, and I'll dry your hair off." And while he's waiting for Prompto for that, Ignis reaches into the cloak he'd gotten for excursions (and to ward off the cold, which he feels he's getting particularly susceptible to). It's just a simple bit of paper to keep everything wrapped in it, but it's done good enough.
If Prompto wants to have some of the butterfly-shaped potato chips which fill the little container, he'll have to be quick. The pixies are already starting to descend upon their starchy feast.
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His boyfriend is so clever. Always prepared for anything, that's Iggy.
The blond is busy admiring Ignis, so much so that he only notices the spinning flowers last-second. They rain on him like some bizarre combination of spinning tops and confetti...Then it becomes a momentary deluge. "Pweh-whoa!" Prompto exclaims, waving his arms like some manner of cartoon character. Once the dust (and petals) settle, he spits a few out that managed to get in his mouth. Because of course they did. Covered in various colorful blooms and parts of them, the boy scoots over to sit in front of Ignis, turning around to sneak a chip or two before the furious fae swarm takes them all. A couple hit the spot anyway!
Popping one into his mouth, he grins over his shoulder after assuming position for his boyfriend. "I mean, I guess that worked? I think I swallowed a few flowers...These homemade chips though. Dang. Super perfect. Wonder if you can do something to em with onions..."
For all of his lack of confidence in his ability to learn to cook, it absolutely fascinates him. He's even started taking to wandering into the kitchen to observe Ignis, watch the creative and mechanical processes of everything involved. Of course, sometimes it also meant he got enlisted to help. Something comforting and familiar for him on days where he feels a little too exposed by his dragon changes. He always did love the kitchen time they had together back in the simulation. Different tools, same vibe in this world.
"Guess flower smells is way nicer than onions, though. Ha!"
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Ignis is perfectly fine passing all of that right on by. He has a job to do, after all, as he drapes the towel right over Prompto's head and gives it a good hard ruffle to start things off.
"Well, now we know what kind of parties where we should keep our mouths shut," he says in that dry patient way of his, hands becoming more gentle as he patiently begins to clean Prompto's hair the best that he can. They'd need proper soap for this sort of thing, which is back at the house.... But one makes do. Just diluting the water and whatever physical bits may have leaked into it will do wonders, as will patting it clean with a towel. "As for onions, it wouldn't be impossible to do something with them, but... It's the sort of matter which would be best done with a blender. Otherwise is a bit more effort than I'm willing to make in most cases."
Not having a blender really has made his life so hard. And yet he perseveres.
"Still, there are many more things to do with onions than involve them in chips. They'll make wonderful side dishes." A soft hum, fingers gently massaging into Prompto's scalp past the towel. "Caramellized, grilled, roasted, pickled... Just that alone will help vary our meals a bit, even as winter comes in."
Thank goodness.
"Is there a particular sort of dish you'd like to have with them, Prompto?"
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Prompto leans back on Ignis a little more, but not too much. The feeling of his hair being preened at naturally relaxes him. As much as the blond is a tactile sort, he's actually quite shy about being touched himself. He was fully unused to any of it at all besides the stray, rare hug from his folks- that was, before Noct came into his life. Gladio came next, as his training partner and friend, when things eventually got more playful and physical between them. Fast forward to being on the road and exchanging touch with Ignis, in small, playful, familial (and perhaps shy) ways became just as normal to him. Plus something much more supportive and caring when the retainer lost his sight.
Ignis' hands work deftly and with a precision Prompto has come to expect, but there's no mistaking the gentleness and intent with each motion either. It really does make his heart flutter and his eyes drift shut. Being cared for is pretty nice. He lets out a sunny laugh at the comment about the party. "The trees have ears. And the flowers. And the grass, probably. Craaaazy stuff! Bleh, you're right though. No way to powder any onions in the boonies like this."
He pauses at the question, thoughtful. "Well, onions are pretty great on meat just about any way. Caramelized is my fave unless you use em raw in something like salad." Mm, yeah, that's the spot, right on his scalp. He lets out a pleased, sighing breath. "I'm guessing it's a keep it simple sorta deal out here, until we get creative with how far we can push simple kitchen tools, right?" There's only so many ways one can work a knife, though.
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"But knives, graters, long cook times... They're all perfect as is. So I have found myself still with a plethora of recipes to try from, and which come to mind whenever I peruse the marketplace Charlie has provided for us."
Satisfied that this is as good as he can get for now, Ignis leaves the rest to simple drying air, and sets the towel to the side. It's some of the flowers which he picks up next, fingers working nimble and quick. "For example... I've seen some others exploring the capabilities of their own bags, and have seen spring onions be pulled forth. In that case, they will make a wonderful component of a sort of egg roll which I think you would rather enjoy. All it needs is eggs, those onions, and ab it of carrots... And done. I think you'll like it."