MARCH EVENT LOG

[adsum]

full navigation

00:00 03/01

At midnight on March 1st, a rolling lightning storm hits Yogen. Thunder crackles, and strikes of Anvil Crawler lighting can be seen lighting up the sky; anyone paying attention to the courtyard may see the explosive strike of lightning hitting the wisteria tree. Petals scatter throughout the air and are carried off in every direction by the wind...

00:01 03/01-03/31

As the month goes on the school will start to look even more barren. As the month goes on, several students start to disappear, with rumors spreading here and there about students disappearing after entering the forest. Those rumors twist and warp, and within just a few days there are rumors of a witch in the forest. But it's not a witch, nor a ghost, or anything else, but a dream, and those who enter will find themselves reminded of such by a soothing voice, the voice of a person they're familiar with, speaking gently in their ears:

"You are dreaming... They have always led and will always lead you here... Remind yourself, this is a dream..."
The world shifts subtly. There are gravestones marking the pathway now, and before long the forest is replaced by a completely new scene. A voice reminds you once more that this is a dream, and that you have always been here. You have always been led to this place. But where is this place? It's the world of a player character. It's nothing more than a snapshot in time. It might be one that they wish to escape, or perhaps a warm memory of a time that they wish to return to, but it is always an important memory to the character.

Whichever it is, the only way is to move forward. As characters move through the memory, characters will soon notice a snake and holly tattoo that spreads over their body will be. It starts small, a clump on one's back, but will spread across all parts of a character's body. It will reach the neck and face last, killing them upon reaching the eyes. As the curse spreads, they will notice changes in the dream including hallucinations, hearing lullabies, and shades that pursue them. They will also notice increased exhaustion and lethargy.

Upon reaching the end of the memory, they will find a glowing ball of light representative of a lost student's soul. Finding the soul will lead to both characters awakening at the edge of the forest, and the character who had been dreaming will be covered with the tattoo for a brief moment before it disappears.

Those who entered the dream may hear that same voice from before that tugs at their mind as the dream fades away:

"Remind yourself, this is a dream, and soon you will awaken. But you are here, as you always have been, and as you always will be... Soon, you will wonder where you were, and each moment after, will bring you here..."

OOC

✽ Dreams may be whoelsale memories, or they may be more akin to dreamscapes based on a person's memories or mental state.
✽ The holly pattern represents the pain of love and aches of the heart, while the snake represents the yearning for the dead that consume a person.
✽ The tattoos will be blue or red.
✽ Characters may be drawn into the forest more than once, or require multiple memories to be gone through before reappearing. In those cases, the character who had gone through the initial memory will simply wake up in the forest alone.
✽ Characters who hear the voice upon leaving the dream will be more susceptible to entering and being lost in the forest.
✽ Anyone who is not rescued by the end of the month will be found at the edge of the forest. The tattoo will cover their body and stop just short of their eyes. It will disappear within an hour, but they will be exhausted for the rest of the day.

Comments

QUESTIONS

[adsum]

[dereban]

a few questions -

1) regarding the dreams, can it be like. "PC character manifests as their memory selves" or can we have like. PC character looking over the memory? or both??? IDK IM ASKING FOR A FRIEND, that friend is me

2) for multiple entries into the dream, can the voice be of different characters

3) sighs i'm asking for MYSELF but like can PC characters effect the memory at all and make it like. 'diverge'. i'm asking more so in the vein of "can characters do anything to change the memory because it's still a dream" and also "can the memory/dream have effects on characters (with. permission. ofc.)"

[adsum]

1) I am also this friend! Characters may manifest as their memory selves, or they can simply be dreaming. PC characters looking over the memory is fine too. It follows dream logic, so the mechanics work however you want them to!
2) Yep! It can absolutely be different characters each time.
3) Absolutely! This is in line with one, it's dream logic so it's really flexible. Go wild with it.

[notsosou]

1. The House of Memories

[As you go deeper into this section of the woods there’s a subtle shift in the trees around you. Lights begin to appear on them, small blinking specks on their darkening silhouettes, the blocky outlines of the gravestones… the air becomes warm, filled with the drone of a server room pulsing within the ground, the rustling of leaves blurring together to create a constant static hiss on the edge of hearing. There’s the click and hum of something turning on as you pass, and a scuttling into the undergrowth, but nothing more visible than movement in the corner of your eye. One gets the sense there’s a whole law of the jungle ecosystem lurking in the background here, where devices hunt and rip each other apart for parts, malicious code infects and spreads like parasites, and rust and link rot spot creep across things as does lichen, but none of it has anything to do with you... does it?

The sky above is blue, with clouds slowly skiffing across. It doesn’t feel real. The ground is flat and hard and reflective, but the reflection is red and filled with gears turning in equally inexorable motion. The forest, no matter which direction you go in, opens up into a clearing.

Twelve large hourglass podiums are arranged in a circle, the hissing of purple sand getting louder the closer you get until they feel like a roar despite not actually being that loud, other noises being perfectly audible over them like it’s volume communicated through a cinematic trick. Six of them have fallen over and cracked, broken, spilling the sand on the floor. Cables dig into the ground at them, twine around their bases, drawing up into the thing at the center like the roots they are.

Because in the exact center is a massive tree, branches like power lines, cables like liana, dangling wisteria flowers made of bunches of lights and optic fibre. Screens grow out of the trunk like fruit… and one clicks on as you approach.]

((Content Warnings for what you'd expect out of a death game as well as potentially past abusive/toxic friendship but I'll tailor as desired.))

2. The randomness of the unfeeling universe lives at aisle 9 of CVS
[If you go into the student store after classes and clubs end you might find someone new there now. You can catch him in the changeover, carefully packaging away the things Komaeda sells in boxes towards the back and setting out the things he does, setting down a totem and rotating it to the front, or in the process of checking inventory, or sitting at the counter chin on hand and scrolling through his PDA or working through homework, or blinking and lifting his head from slumber when the blue suncatcher affixed above the door makes a noise upon its opening. In each case, the response is the same:]

Hey. Can I help you?

[It’s still dark at this time even at 6pm and the light comes in from the moon and wisteria tree through the window, making everything feel unnecessarily spooky and unreal, picked out in silver and faint blue glow added to by the suncatcher, the small vials of petals on the shelves and the light of any device Shin has in front of him and on at this time, picking out objects in limned outlines and small gleams. The unintended(?) mystique is somewhat allayed by the blankets he’s taken with him swathed around the chair, the cup with steam curling from it and the small handheater merrily chugging away against the night-time chill.

Or maybe you tried to get in when the sign clearly said closed and now you’re waking up to someone attempting to drag you by your arm and not very well. When did it get dark?]

3. Wildcard!
[If there’s anything else you’d like to try feel free to hit me up on SeveralThingsHaveOccured or at this plotting post!]

Choose Your Own Memshare

[subtract]

Add isn't the first to disappear. He probably says something like I'm not stupid enough to fall for a trick like that before promptly being whisked away after a long night in the workshop... his Dynamos are abandoned at the forest's edge by morning, batteries drained and unable to locate their master. They are upset and anyone who knows Add will be swiftly informed of such (once they have an hour or two of daylight to recharge, anyway).

But it's fine, because someone is, apparently, going to go find him. Or maybe it's just a coincidence that you find yourself here, a strained voice whispering in your ears with an almost desperate energy—you are dreaming, remind yourself that this is a dream...

The forest shifts. Before you is a neatly-kept path lined by white anemones, petals so fragile that they fall and scatter at even the slightest touch. To the left is the smell of smoke and a warm, flickering light that dances from beyond the trees. To the right is a steady hum of electronics and a distant blue glow, steadily pulsing in time with your breath.

... or you could just stay where you are, though the forest grows darker by the minute and the air turns cold and still, an unnatural silence closing in from all around.


((cw: a lot of child abuse/neglect/murder in like... most of these options, probably. just assume it's gonna get fucked up. i'll be trying to cater things to CR/characters tho so let me know if there's something in particular you definitely want me to avoid or if you want me to steer the thread in a different direction!!))

[silentabyss]

☽ House of Ebalon
cw: possible child abuse/neglect

[As you wander, the trees almost seem to reshape themselves into something malformed, something twisted. Branches overhead become tangled almost akin to a gateway, bark blackening as if stained with ink, moon shining overhead. The further you walk, the more the transforming scene threatens to pull you in. Whence there was forest, now there is a garden, sprawling and mazelike, a fountain dead-centre. It's nighttime all of a sudden, two moons hanging overhead in the sky, one darkly-coloured and one a comforting silver.

Should you venture around the garden, you will find nothing of import other than a massive mansion, the double-doors emblazoned with a filigree crescent moon wrapped around a diamond shape. As if inviting you within its halls, the doors slide open upon approach. Voices carry out even this far from the doorway, their origin difficult to pinpoint, clear as day as if coming from all directions. The first voice, soft, serene, and the other, that of a child.

"Noah, are you really going to stay? We haven't seen Auntie for a while. I bet she misses you."

"...No. Nobody likes me. Even if I go, they'll all be frowning at me."

"That's not true. They all love you."

"Harque... I know. I know everyone hates me because I stole what's rightfully yours."

Eventually, the dialogue becomes somewhat-muddled, especially if you decide to venture past the threshold and into the house proper. You're faced with a gorgeous, albeit dark foyer, and in the middle of the room stands a child, sobbing into his hands, alone.]

☽ Knot of Memories
cw: sibling murder, further child abuse

[House Ebalon is unfairly gorgeous, with tall windows perfect for gazing out at the moon at night. This is Noah's family, after all, mages who dedicate themselves wholly to moon magic — though if he's ever told you how his house looked in the past, he might have been being modest.

Perhaps, though, architecture isn't important right now. What is important is that you swear you just heard a shout coming from somewhere down the wide hallways, and should you take off running toward the sound of it, you'll be faced with a scene — a cloaked figure with their back to you, a man who looks much like Noah does, and a barely-five years old Noah emerging from a doorway nearby, equally as confused as you are.

It all happens so fast that you don't have a second to move; the cloaked figure lurches forward, attacking with something unseen, and Harque Ebalon falls with a dull thud and a splatter of blood, lifelessly staring ahead. Noah shrieks, cries — "No, no, no! Wake up, wake up, Harque!" — but it's far, far too late for pleading. As the cloaked figure strides over, you catch the briefest glance of his face from under his cowl — the exact same as the man he just murdered seconds earlier — and before you know it, the scene lurches and twists.

You're standing now in Noah's room, about as messy as a little kid's room would be, books strewn at the foot of his bed that he's clearly in the middle of reading. He's sitting up in said bed gazing out his window, and he looks deathly ill, like he might keel over at any moment if he so much as tries to get up. On the bedside table next to him is a suspicious vial and a syringe.

Weakly, he turns to you and asks,]

Are you here to give me my medicine?

☽ Clamor
cw: potential murder

[When the forest gives way to a brightly-lit academy, you probably aren't sure what to expect. It's quite different from Yogen, with towering, spiraling staircases and many more students, somehow. The loud chattering gets lost in the background as you explore further. Whether you're fascinated, confused, or just wanting to poke your head into things, though, you're soon accosted by some floating weaponry dead-set on getting you out of here.

Before the sword in particular swings down on your head, though, a familiar figure, albeit younger and a bit more scruffly than what you're used to, dashes out in front of you and disables the thing in one shot.]

We need to go. Now. It's bad news if the guards catch you.

[Without waiting, he spins on his heels and darts off down a branching hallway, not waiting for you to follow him. It's your fault if you die in here, after all.]

☽ Wildcard

[Hit me with whatever or -> wolfchan <- go there for Crime Plotting

Also free free to just straight up interfere with certain memories, you don't have to follow the set path I wrote out!]

2!

[commences]

( it's a new sort of life, considering komaeda's never worked a day in his life— he's missed those days of searching for a job, and actually making money. if he wasn't aware of how things work, a person could say this is his first job aside from helping a child attempt world domination. the morning shift isn't so bad, it means he still has some of the day to himself, but that means there's thousands of thoughts that run through his mind. )

Tsukimi-kun! Tsukimi-kun!

( he does the same to hinata, it's just a grab his attention type of thing as he walks into the shop, closing it behind him, and isn't it just their luck that no one is here? they'll be partners in this for now, so whatever idea comes to mind, he wants to get the other's thoughts on the matter now.

being in here at this time is nothing but a reminder, the place where komaeda spent some of his time in the day when playing with the shopkeeper. they made promises here, he knows that the youth would walk around the counter and just hold out their arms wanting a hug, but komaeda knows that isn't a luxury he's able to gain anymore with shin on the other side. it feels odd though, coming in here, not expecting to give a hug or receive one.

such thoughts don't show on his face as he smiles, crossing his arms on the counter as he looks around to what is up for the night time thrills. it truly fits the scheme that they were going for, and it's also aesthetically pleasing to the eye how nighttime can carry such beautiful pieces like the wisteria petals that glow within their jar. )

What are your thoughts on tea?

( he has some ideas. )

1

[taketori]

[ Remind yourself, it's just a dream--

None of this made any sense. As Miyuki moves into the woods and begins to lose sight of his setting, an anxiety washes over him. The sounds are unnatural for a forest, and it feels like something had been activated. What was this?

The locale had turned odd, to say the least. Once he's spotted the podiums, he hesitantly stepped forward, footprints left in the sand as he tried to get some kind of clue as to what any of this was. Hesitantly, he began to lean down to grab some of the sand before he's interrupted by the click of the screen, snapping him out of that and causing him to press on forward towards that.

Okay. What is he looking at now? ]

[notsosou]

[The sand is gritty, crystal-like, almost like epsom salts in texture for all it flows with the smoothness of much finer silt. It leaves streaks of blood in his hand.

On the screen is a blurry shape barely visible through the static, fuzzing at the edges, flickering with colour. A voice comes out of it.]

Miyuki? What are you doing here?

[It's an attempt at an imitation, but it's a poor imitation. The voice attempts to be Kaguya's but it's more like a line on a script than true sound, the stage direction of [Miyuki's lover greets him.] projected onto the world and into Miyuki's ears in the hope that nobody notices the figure blending in with the dark backdrop of the stage.

Nobody ever said he was any good at this. You can't expect him to work with so little material in these conditions! He deserves a pay rise!]

Come closer, it's hard to make you out.

[notsosou]

[No hugs, sorry, not even for boatloads of money... maybe for boatloads of money, but it would have to be the Ever Given.]

Don't just shout, geez...

[It's night, so everyone's either whereever students go when they disappear or at the dorms, and thereby it's more long-suffering than anything else. His attention has definitely been got at least, pushing his own elbows up off the counter as Komaeda leans on it himself.]

It's okay...?

[It exists, it's a nice warm drink, it's got caffeine in it, where is Komaeda going with this?]

wildcard

[commences]

( everything is quiet at first, very, very, very quiet, soothing enough that any person can remain fast asleep without being stirred. shin's surroundings are warm, he can smell the faint scent of daffodils tickle his nose, and maybe it's enough to actually turn the darkness he's indulged himself in into an entirely different place once his eyes flutter open, and the brief blur of when someone is thawing from a good nap has hold of his body.

he'll find that he's hunched over on a table, a book underneath his arms, a page that stands out, the sides colored black, and unreadable aside from what's in the center. what shin will notice in this place that he's in a library with various bookshelves standing tall, he can tell from where he's sitting it'll prove difficult to look over them from where he's sitting, even if he tries to stand on a chair. it's like they're hiding secrets that no one else should know about, but he's not the only one here, there's people who whisper to each other.

"why... why?"
"...so annoying."
"away, away..."

none of them are familiar to shin, but the expressions on their face seem fearful, worried and concerned, and some huddled together that whisper way too loud as if they want something to get out. it could be they want it to spread, because there's a smirk on one of the individual's face as they speak:

"why is... [...] ...here?"

the most interesting part of this place is what shin will see: that between some of the individuals within the room some glow blue, and others glow red. it's faint from those with a blue aura to them, and there's about three he can tell which glow red but not as faint as the blue. there is one brighter than the other two, but together he can tell there's about eight people in the library, and they all appear to be common people. )

[commences]

( why is the nightworker so cold and so mean?

that isn't the answer he's looking for, shaking his head as he stands up, and walks away from the counter as he picks up one of the bottles of wisteria. with a small shake to see the petals flutter inside... )

You're a bad businessman! You're supposed to say it's great! We can get it in stock within three days, or your money back!

( isn't this how that works? or that's what he got from the advertisement commericals on tv. )

Anyway, we have a few tea cups in stock, some that Kogamo-kun made.

( with midori, but that lore died with keigo tbh. ) We should sell actual tea, too. ( he's only saying this part because it sounds ridiculous. ) It's like soup in a cup.

Chiaki Nanami memory event catch-all

[waitingforplayer2]

OTA

[waitingforplayer2]

My Impurest Heart For You

[ It's not Yogen, that's for sure. But you're definitely standing in the halls of a high school.

It's pretty quiet. You'd expect a dull roar from the students and teachers, in classes or after-school clubs. But the classrooms here actually seem pretty empty, if you look around.

With one exception. There's some kind of commotion from classroom 1-B, at the end of the hall. Talking, laughing, and some electronic music of some sort. Care to investigate? ]

closed to Komaeda

[waitingforplayer2]

A Despairfully Fateful Encounter
cw: violence

[ The rain's starting to come down harder. It's a good thing both of them have umbrellas.

But really, how many places are there left to look? Hope's Peak is only so big. Where could their friend be? ]

She isn't here, either... [ Nanami peers out from under her yellow umbrella at her friend. The great statue of Izuru Kamukura looms over them both, casting a shadow even in the gloom of the rainy afternoon. ] Should we look somewhere else?

OTA

[waitingforplayer2]

Smile at Despair in the Name of Hope
cw: graphic violence, torture

[ There's an elevator in front of you. The room you're in is very quiet, so it's easy to here the quiet ding as the car arrives, and the slow mechanical grinding of gears as the doors slide open.

Hmm. Should you enter? Or would it be better to--

Before you've got a second to change your mind, you're roughly shoved into the elevator from behind. ]

[taketori]

Shino--

[ ...Wait. What in the actual hell?

There were multiple things wrong here-- in his haze, he thought for a split second that it could've been her. The voice isn't right, the words don't seem correct. It felt like it could be a dream, in the way that certain features don't truly add up in them.

He takes two steps towards the screen, fists balled up at his side. He's barely even noticed the streaks of blood, focused on what he's looking at. If whoever was doing that voice wanted him good and pissed off, they're off to a great start. ]

I can't make you out at all. Show yourself.

[ His voice is firm, steady. Not sure what he'd even do if the answer presents itself, but someone's poking around and he's not having it. ]

1

[waitingforplayer2]

[ There's something deeply unsettling about this place. It's not that she doesn't belong here - all electronic hums, glowing lights, and artificial wildlife. No, quite the contrary: it's that...

Well, Nanami can't quite put her finger on what's wrong now, actually. The farther in she progresses, the more her mind slowly calms. Her heart skips a beat or two but she doesn't quite notice it. She walks forward with quiet determination.

Her surroundings are strange, but that's okay. She's here to help her friend. That's all that matters.

The monitor clicks on and she turns towards it. When she finally speaks, her voice is quiet but assured. ] Hello?

[waitingforplayer2]

As if she could avoid the pull of the forest for long. It's not her own memory that greets her this time, though. It's a fork in the road.

The electronics are too tempting, as well. Her chest rises and falls in time with the glow. If the glowing stops, her breathing might stop too, and she wouldn't even mind.

Some part of her belongs there. She moves without thinking in the direction of the strange blue light.

[notsosou]

Aww... you saw through it pretty quick, huh? Well it was worth a shot.

[The mask falls, the voice now sounding like... nothing at all. An absence. Negative space. Words falling into place on a screen. The screen flickers, the static disappearing to show a silhouette that is perhaps familiar... a white-outlined silhouette as if lit from behind. It leans forward from the surface, gives a small wave, fingers going down and up on a delay.]

Hiya. Hey, while you're here, here's a question. It's always good to start conversations with a question, right? Breaks the ice.

[The figure tilts it's head.]

Who d'you think has it worse, the person someone will do anything for, or the person doing anything for them?

Clamor

[waitingforplayer2]

[ She keeps finding herself in new high schools... right? Or is it always the same high school, and she's the one who's mistaken? She rubs her eyes sleepily, adjusting to her new surroundings--

And then she startles awake as she nearly loses her head -- and a boy she recognizes darts in front of her. ]

What? But I... [ She should belong here... right? But before she can ask more questions, the boy's dashing off -- and Nanami's gathering her white robes around her and darting after him. ]

[commences]

( he tilts his head to the left and then to the right, he even looks down the center wondering what's beyond everything. komaeda has never been afraid of what the future holds, so taking one of these options doesn't sound too bad. the purity of the center isn't welcoming for someone like him who will destroy it all, as he glances to the left, the smoke would make sense... considering how it masks everything in its murky shadow, and the right that's humming almost sounds like a lullaby.

...

...

that could be because komaeda's that close to death, that his breathing is so slow, it's like he should be dead by now.

he doesn't choose a path, yet, and instead he looks for a tree close by to use, something he can climb to see what's beyond all the paths in order to make his decision. if he does so, is there anything that stands out? )

[notsosou]

[Her friend... who is that now again? There's shifts in the screen, static, bars flickering across it. Something is hunting for a good signal. Something is watching, impassionately observing. Red eyes blink and narrow in the chaos, next to turning cameras. You're on air, Nanami.

The eyes close, the static clears. Hinata's face appears, confused, surprised. It's his voice too. There's just a little more here.]

Nanami...? How'd you...

[He swallows. He looks like he wasn't expecting to see her, because he's not supposed to be here at all, is he? He's safe and sound in the school, and this is a puppet show echo.]

[waitingforplayer2]

Hinata-kun.

[ The bottom falls out of her stomach. Why is he here? He ... where is he broadcasting from? None of this makes any sense. ]

...

[ She closes her eyes. One breath in, one breath out, to calm herself. She's here to help. She opens her eyes again. ]

Mm... I came here to find you... probably. Are you alright?

another add tag pls :3

[samuraiwomen]

[ The flowers are pretty...Sara kneels down by one, twisting it through her fingers before she plucks it by the stem. The petals fall in one sad heap as she disturbs it and she sighs, standing up again.

Typical. ]

Add-chan? Are you still here?

[ She came here for a reason...she isn't going to leave him alone. The path with the flowers seems the nicest, Add secretly likes pleasant things right? Sara will slowly follow it. ]