isleofavalon | EVENT ✨ Something (Celli)Wigged This Way Comes

Entry tags:

EVENT ✨ Something (Celli)Wigged This Way Comes

QUICK NAV: LOGS ⚔️️ NETWORK ⚔️️ MEMES ⚔️️ OOC ⚔️️ NAVIGATION

This is the event log for IC comments only! Ask OOC questions/plot/view event notes HERE or use the FAQ for general questions. Click here to view top-level comments only.

Autumn, despite the chillier weather, is a season of warmth and gathering. Perhaps moreso this year than normal, given the rather unplanned gathering of Celliwig and Lestari underneath Camelot's roofs. Though significant contributions from otherworlders have made food, shelter, clothes and other productions and donations, medical care, security and protection, and childcare an amazing group effort, typical individual celebrations for the departure of the dead from Avalon aren't being held, like Lestari's Death Ball. After looking at all the support they've been given, Lestari and Celliwig have looked at what they have to offer to help both their own people and the people of Camelot and other worlds.

The people of Lestari excel in cognitive magic, and while there are those who use it for mind-altering magics, there is a good portion who dedicate their studies to emotional and psychological support. One such method is the enchantment of origami paper into something affectionately called Worry Monsters: an specialized counseling technique used to help form support bonds between people with negative emotions. Having spent a portion of the month enchanting paper, two square sheets of paper are handed out to anyone the encounter. The first paper says: "Personifying your emotions can give them a tangible form and make them easier to face. Write down something that causes you worry, stress, fear, or sadness. This is your Worry Monster." The second paper says: "When your Worry Monster is present, how does it make you feel? Any reaction is valid."
When both papers are written on, the writing on both will disappear as if absorbed by the paper, then the pages will animate and fuse, then begin to fold into a monster! Halloween is this month, is it not? There is no sense in not having a little fun. These little Worry Monsters will stomp off and begin roaming Camelot until they find a match-- someone who shares those feelings. Once they find an emotional matching Worry Monster, the monsters will return to their creator and grow to the size of kaiju. They are very light, enchanted paper, so even if someone or something gets stepped on, they won't be hurt or damaged. However, they are strong enough to pick their makers up and carry them to the matching monster who will do the same. Don't worry-- characters will be invisible while being carried by their monster, so their identities will be protected until they are brought to their match. The paper monster will turn to butterflies and fly away once their task is complete. What matches do after they are brought to each other is up to them-- but they will know, undoubtedly, that they share the same worries-- they are with someone who understands. Do it as many times as you'd like, for as many negative emotions as your character wants. For finding something to do, Celliwig offers a solution. While Lestari's people have spent their efforts this month enchanting papers, the people of Celliwig are less apt to share so openly. Instead, they take their time learning about a variety of holidays from other worlds, and come to find one they can apply their particular talents to. While most of their showcase in the past has been on light magic, a holiday such as Halloween plays in particular to their talents in dark magic. A number of locations that have opted in and won't interfere with other relief efforts have been enchanted with dark magics for brave souls to venture into and test their courage! What's more, each of these locations will yield tokens for the victors that can be used to gain prizes. All courage tests must be performed with partners. Costumes are encouraged but not required.
	The library has been converted into a haunted art gallery, many of which have had their paints and other implements enchanted. Some paintings will seem like they're watching you, others will seem like a small figure in the background is following you throughout the library in different paintings. A painting of fruit may start throwing the fruit at you and materializing it into real fruit, so you may find yourself pelted with tomatoes if you don't run fast! A single painting filled with black paint might start leaking and filling the room you're in, pulling you into shadow until you're stuck in the library's underground labyrinth. (Reference monthly quests here and here for more info about the labyrinth.)
There are a variety of paintings with different curses applied. Navigate through the library and escape the haunted paintings-- pairs who make it through without turning back will gain a Celliwig Token.
Another token can be gained via scavenger hunt in the Broceliande. Find cursed dolls from within tree hollows. The dolls will giggle and try to run away, may move when they're only visible in the corner of your eye if you set them down. What's perhaps a little spookier is that they take on the appearance of the first person to touch them, though they will never exceed three inches in height. Beware during your search, however, as there are a good many trees that have been transfigured into mimics. Though the mimics are not going to attack anyone, they do have giant hidden, wriggling tongues that will reach up and wrap the unalert up above the ground for capture. The only way down is if a partner fights the mimic, so don't go alone! Find a doll of both you and a partner and make it back to Camelot to obtain your token. The curse will break once they're exchanged for a token, so you can keep the cute little doll for yourself if you'd like.

The last test of courage invokes a temporary blindness hex on one of the partners. Both partners are walked into a soundproofed room, entirely silent in a way that truly seems to mess with one's head.

The unblinded partner is only allowed to answer "yes" or "no" questions, though no one will fault them for giggling as long as they give no clues otherwise. The blind partner is to stick their hands into a tank of water with mystery items hidden within. These items may be mere objects like peeled grapes in soggy noodles, or perhaps the tank is filled with chicken bones and those tiny garra that eat dead cells and are sometimes used for pedicures. All the items are set up to feel spooky, but ultimately are unharmful. As long as the partner who can give clues doesn't break the yes/no rules and the item is guessed within 3 guesses, a token will be rewarded!

Bring tokens to the inn where a stall has been set up, with Gwion working the booth to exchange tokens for the following prizes:

1 Token: Celliwig glasswork glass set of 4-- spooky themed! It's filled with candy upon receiving, so they are friendly for everyone.
2 Tokens: Recipe: Smokescreen - Cast this spell on any liquid to make it billow plumes of fog. The smaller the water surface, the smaller the billow. A shot glass might just create a small whisp, but two mop buckets would be enough to fill up a medium room. Will not effect the contents of the liquid. Cannot be used on water bodies larger than a swimming pool (could screen about half a block).
3 Tokens: Recipe: From the Void - Summons a disembodied tentacle from the shadows. It takes a lot of energy, so you could probably manage up to three casts a day at most before becoming exhausted. Great for binding enemies, sneaking in small spaces, and reaching places you might not be able to otherwise. The tentacle will follow whatever command you have in mind upon summoning, so be sure to concentrate on the task at hand!

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Nope. Not a bone.

[ Alberto is smirking across from Asriel, leaning on the tank casually with his arms crossed, amused by this game. He can see what's in it... Doesn't mean he knows what these things are, either, though. ]

Guess again.

[ There's something eerie about this gallery. As soon as they stepped in, he can't help but feel this ominous vibe. Though, what's so damn scary about a few frames on the wall? A lot! Crow is already trembling from the few glimpses of things moving within the corners of his peripheral. Though it isn't until this girl brings it up that he realizes that the art might be moving on its own.]

Huh? How can they be getting closer?

[He peers at the painting with the three headless mannequins. While his eyes are wide open, the figures don't seem to move an inch, but the moment he blinks, the difference is clear. They seem to move closer to frame somehow, and the revelation makes the rocker jump out of his skin.]

W-What the fuck?!

[ Crow is used to the idea of putting his thoughts down on paper, sometimes venting helped him write some great songs. So he doesn't think it's weird at all to write down something that has been on his chest for a while. To his surprise, his papers transform into a miniature cow. Soon after its formation, the worrigami runs off. If that wasn't strange enough, when it returns to his side, the paper creature grows to the size of an enormous monster. The paper bovine allows Crow to ride on its back as it rushes back into town.]

Where the hell are we going?!

[ Crow tries to stand up to see where the cow is heading towards, but he only sees another paper monster on the horizon. It seems like the bovine is about to collide with the other monster that Crow almost closes his eyes to brace himself for impact. Instead, his paper monster starts to dissipate in a swarm of butterflies allowing him to land back on the ground. He sees a person in a similar horde of fleeting butterflies. Somehow when the other person is revealed, he gets why his monster brought him to this person.]

I've met you before, haven't I? Guess we have the same things on our minds.

[ Crow's not really keen on going doll hunting in the woods. He's had too many bad experiences in the forests of Avalon, and he just doesn't want to keep adding to the list of weird shit he's been through. So he's steering clear from that task, but he does want to get more tokens. That smokescreen recipe will be awesome for one of his upcoming shows!

So when this man allows him to choose the next task, he decides the blindness hex. It couldn't be that bad right?]

I'll be the one to go blind, okay? I hope there's nothing too gross in there!

[What? Isn't it eye for an eye? Dead hand for a dead hand? She nods once.]

Yes. At least, there was no mentioned restriction to using one hand.

There's only one guy in Chaldea who likes the Disney Hercules, and his taste in media is already kind of questionable.

[ Sorry, Medea, but your ex is a little too enamored of the flashy and showing off. Which is perhaps rich, when she's telling this to Nero, of all people, but she'll stand by it. ]

Anyway, yes, but one sec.

[ Ritsuka takes a moment to look around the area. It's a forest, so there has to be--aha.

She picks up a long thin fallen branch, giving it a couple of test swings before she nods. ]

Just saying, I'd rather know which trees want to get frisky before I get too close.

You see it too?!

[ Crow jumping makes Ritsuka skitter back a couple of steps herself; she doesn't screech, but it's a near thing. Her voice is definitely pitching higher, into embarrassing range, but also! Also!! It's one thing to just wonder it aloud; it's another to have someone confirm it! Now it's not just her imagination! It's real now.

Hopefully he's keeping an eye on that painting as Ritsuka risks looking away, trying to peer down the gallery hall to see what lies ahead.

Oh boy. It's not like the walls are covered, but it's a long hallway. But maybe it's only the one? ]

Howwwww about we just move on? Nice and slow. Not like we're afraid or anything.

[ What if paintings can sense fear. She doesn't know. Anything is possible. ]

...

[ You know what, she's just going to pretend that the cursed suggestion of they might be filming us just pass without comment. If she doesn't acknowledge it, then maybe she keeps it from being real. Ritsuka is just superstitious enough to lean into that, even as a possibility. ]

Belgium, huh? Were your parents really big into geography?

[ It's not even that meeting a personified country is going to be the strangest thing that has ever happened to Ritsuka. It's just she also knows how weird parents can be about naming their kids. ]

Ah-- I think we've talked before?

[Maybe once a while back! It's impressive that he actually remembers. She's huffing and puffing a little bit right now, having only recently healed from a broken leg (for the most part), among other things. And now having to chase after a little, paper monster-thing, well it was kind of tiring!]

Hm? But we do? [Do they? Was that the whole point of the paper things? Find someone similar to what the other person is thinking? Or most similar to what they wrote down?]

I-I suppose we might have some similar things on our minds.

Ah-- right....

[She don't know nothin' about no anthropomorphized nations. Probably, most of everyone so far has pretty much just shrugged and said, "That's pretty freakin' weird". And then promptly moved on. Which was good! It's nice to be around people with open minds and not prone to asking potentially embarrassing questions!]

No, I am Belgium.

[Could be even weirder, she could be Dantès in disguise. Anyway, yeah tongue trees! She goes ahead and picks up a rock and lightly chucks it at a tree in front of them. Only to watch a maw suddenly open itself up and slurrrppss the stone inside.

Shudders.]

[ Oh thank the gods. ]

Thank you, I'd be happy to.

[ She delicately takes one, puts it in her mouth...

CHOIR OF ANGELS SINGING IN HER HEAD. AND HER WORLD DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ANGELS. ]

This... this is wonderful!

Hythlodaeus hums, as though a new has just occurred to him.

"Ah. So that would make things easier for myself if I were the one to play... But would you not give me the chance to prove my loyalty and honesty, Agesandros?"

The tongue is quite strong. Despite his struggling, it refuses to let him go - and because it's alive, he can't use alchemy directly on it.

"Don't just stand there laughing - get me out!" He scowls at the other man.

He struggles with himself over that. He loves this foolish man, he truly does. He knows he takes even the simplest things far too seriously, that long, long ago, he would have had Hythlodaeus and Azem to remind him that there had been more to life than his work. And...and this is a harmless game, isn't it? Surely he can relent.

"...Fine," he says with a touch of petulance. "Give me the blindfold."

[ She breaks into a wider smile, leaning back just a little further so that she's almost in danger of toppling back onto him--not quite, but close. ]

If I catch a lot, I'll share. ...But I'm not really having a lot of luck, right now.

--No one's been bothering you, right? With all the people running around and looking for dolls.

I understand the jacket is meant to be reminiscent of wings... some sort of blackbird, clearly.

[But he frowns a little, cheeks flushing slightly. He doesn't know precisely what he's doing either.]

Perhaps I should add tails to the jacket? Make it more avian?

Maya, my dear, I assure you there's naught to be afraid of.

[The smile he offers in return is a bit sly, clearly very confident in his ability to withstand whatever new assault the curse presents tonight.]

Come, There are actually a few very lovely pieces on display, eerie though they may be.

[He offers his elbow, gesturing for her to loop her arm through his. Leave it to Lorenz to try to appraise the artwork in a haunted gallery.]

[Chilling out by sleeping the middle of a street! If she isn't careful she might become a chilled master literally! He's absolutely making a line face of unimpressed right now.]

....

[Ellipsis.]

...If you don't get up I'm going to carry you across town. Probably let the others know you were sleeping in a gutter.

[Poke poke.]

Sounds fine with me.

[It would probably be cheating if Beowulf himself was the one to be blindfolded. Granted the big guy was still up for pretty much whatever so long as it kept him busy and gave him, or his partner, something in return.]

Who knows, I can already smell gnarly stuff in there.

[LIES, her world has Lissa! Who is an angel in every sense of the word.

Also Belgium is preening once more.]

Well of course it is! That is 100%, pure Belgian chocolate. Made by yours truly. I don't usually like to toot my own horn, but chocolate making is one thing that I excel at.

[She puffs up with pride!]

Want a box~?

[oho, so Nash was right...]

Good to know. Anyway. Skeletons. Had some interference while trying to do something about that stone giant, and I want to know what you know. You're in tight with the undead around here.

I – The Tell-Tale Heart Video or Action

[Poe always did enjoy putting on a bit of a show for others. Perhaps it was some form of influence from his birth parents, or his godmother. Or maybe it was just the desire for attention and recognition. It certainly helped that Halloween was approaching, and with it all the forms of ghastly ghouls and ghosts and general horrors that come with the approaching, dead months.

The dark, and cold of winter that chilled a person’s bones. His own thoughts reflected to that of the New England winters, of the approaching, cold months in Maryland. That wasn’t his focus here though, no instead he sat before a small group of people, mostly refugees that he had called on over to give a small show for. Reciting his poems and stories to them in the spirit of things.]

See how the blood would pump from one atrium to the next? [He spoke, dissecting what looked, for all the world to see, to be a human heart.]

Pushing it through the body as the body’s natural electric current powers it. But sometimes… the heart has a power all its own.

[He gives a small smile to the crowd and those watching over the network as the disembodied heart seemed to pulse for a moment. Low, and dull as it thumped.]

True! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

[Another, low and dull thud of the heart as he recited the story. All the way up until towards the end. When the beating grew louder, heavier, and hard. Faster, like it might burst from the force!

Those with a particularly guilty conscious might even hear a sort of unnerving ringing in their ears, including that of a heart beat. Growing louder the more and more nervous, and more and more guilty that person began to feel. Thump-thump... thump-thump... thump-thump....]

Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! — no, no! They heard! — they suspected! — they knew! — they were making a mockery of my horror! — this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! — and now — again! — hark! louder! [Thud-thud] louder! [Thud-thud] louder! [THUD-THUD] louder! — [THUD-THUD]

“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! — tear up the planks! — here, here! — it is the beating of his hideous heart!”

[The heart finally ceased its beating and lay motionless on the table. Granted those more deeply affected by the spell may still hear a faint heart beat... but that must just be their own... Right?

...thump...thump....]

II – Soul cakes

[When he wasn’t putting on shows, or simply enjoying the festive time, Poe had taken himself to baking. Yes, baking. A form of trick-or-treating did still exist in the mid-19th century! Just not quite the one that everyone knows. So what did he bake?

Well, he went out of his way to make these delicious cakes. And was currently handing them out. Mostly to the poor and children, but also to anyone who might be interested.]

III – The Haunted Gallery

Quite unsettling, yes. But is it truly that terrifying?

[He was busily observing some of the artwork on the walls. Watching the eyes as the eyes watched him. Not wholly impressed by the whole matter, but still finding it somewhat amusing in its effects.]

Though, I must wonder if they may do something more than simply glare holes into you. I did hear from those before us that a few may pass on a curse to you.

[How whimsical!]

[WILDCARD]

[If you don’t see anything you like here let me know, or simply write one up that you’d rather do~. Feel free to also check out the plotting post here if you want~.]

Edited 2021-10-23 20:45 (UTC)

And he said it was 'childish' earlier. Could name a few kids that'd get out of the mimic's hold without help, but he'll chalk it up to an ambush.

Still chuckling a bit, he'll approach and give the tongue a jab with a dagger. It might not be the immediate solution, but hey, they'll figure this out.

[Come on, Maribelle totally wants the beautiful glasswork prize! Right? No? Did Hijikata try to shill it to her anyway? Or maybe she's actually been somewhat curious to see the paintings, on an art appreciator level, but not without a meat shield... either way, here they are indeed.]

There's something in the water. Look, there are ripples on the surface.

[There really are, faintly ebbing away... and there's a dark shape circling around in the depths, isn't there?]

...

Maybe we shouldn't wait until it comes back up.

!!!

[He recognises that loud voice from when he and Asterios faced the massive worm together in the Lands of Rot! Without hesitation he draws his trusty sword and follows the roars. When he finds the tall fluffy-haired Servant standing right next to a tree and struggling against something he can't immediately identify he calls out.]

Berserker!! What's wrong?

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 6 of 51

EVENT ✨ Something (Celli)Wigged This Way Comes

d;

B.

II

II

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

:3c

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Edgar Allan Poe | The Raven (2012)

no subject

no subject

no subject