IN FULL BLOOM( APRIL 6TH )
april 6 ↴ MINI EVENT: IN FULL BLOOM It's unlikely you see the catalyst of this event, or at least understand it. The entirety of Asgard can be, and frequently is tied to the Gods that protect it and what they have dominion over. The latent curses that Wanderers have sprung upon them are intangible proof, but when it comes to a God like Sigyn...her ties to the world are much more visible, apparent.
She's holed herself up in her district, tending to the earth with her hands and tools, like a human would. It distracts her, makes it easier to force her mind to feel things it isn't otherwise. Most Gods would know this comes with side effects; if snapped out of the state, she would as well. Right now, it's not so pressing a matter.
Her emotional unsteadiness doesn't come out as ugly or marred as one might imagine -- no, if you're standing outside when the magic takes effect, you'll be surprised to see large clumps of flowers curling up from the earth and blooming blossoms larger than they should be almost immediately after coming into complete existence. Some locations for these plants make no sense, taking root anywhere they please. Maybe in a patch of soil, or maybe on the side of a wall. Your roof, your bathtub, the very sleeve of your shirt.
Their sudden appearance may cause you alarm, enough to stay away on instinct. It's likely for naught, with just how plentiful they are. Smelling their aroma or coming into contact with their pollen is basically an inevitability. And when you do...something strange will happen.
- ASPHODEL → This flower will cause the feeling of soul-crushing regret and guilt. What's the one thing that you regret the most? The one thing you would change if you could turn back time? It's time to have that thrown back in your face for the next twelve hours, assuming you're not exposed to this pollen again. In the case that there is no big thing that you regret or feel guilty about, it'll be some small minor thing that has been exacerbated in your mind by the pollen to the point that it is now a big deal as well.
- CARNATION → After coming into contact with this flower, you feel a pull of absolutely clinginess that draws you towards someone you have some degree of fondness for, be it romantic or platonic in nature. There's this niggling feeling that won't stop pestering you, that you simply have to be in close proximity to this person. Hovering, observing, touching. Once you are? The feeling goes away. This magic tether lasts throughout the day, despite how your target may feel about it. If for some reason you can't be near this person, like they force you away by some magical means, your desperation strengthens as the proximity remains broken.
- EDELWEISS → This one will cause you to become extremely reckless. It goes beyond developing or exacerbating a hero complex. It's like experiencing l'appel du vide for twelve hours and actually listening to it. You won't be very susceptible to reason without some magic to put a stop to you, and your sense of consequence? Completely out the window.
- POPPY → Upon close contact with these flowers, you experience mild to severe synesthesia for anywhere from ten minutes to a couple of hours. Your senses mingle. You smell colours, see sounds. It often comes with a very mild sense of euphoria, but some find it disorienting instead.
- GENTANIA → When's the last time you had a good night's sleep? A few days? Weeks? Prior to ever showing up here? Here, let's help with that. The pollen from Gentania andrewsii, commonly known as a closed or bottle gentian, will instantly put anyone who comes in contact with it to sleep. It doesn't matter if they're sitting, standing, driving or swimming. They will fall into a deep sleep, varying anywhere from six to twelve hours. For the duration of that time, they will experience vivid nightmares, and will only awaken after experiencing sleep paralysis.
- IRIS → Apparently you're allergic to this flower. Don't worry, everyone else is too. Contact with this pollen causes a painful burning sensation. Don't scratch or rub at it, because that'll only cause it to spread. Washing the afflicted area or applying any sort of ointment or balm won't help. Tough it out. It'll only last a couple of hours.
The flowers definitely overstay their welcome, as does their magic. The blooms themselves will fall off and uproot themselves from their unnatural settings after about a week. The magic? It sticks with the plants for a whole day. The curse you're hit with might not last as long, but this means being careful: there's always the chance of being afflicted again. Maybe with two curses at once!
How will you know the curse is over? Maybe if you can put two and two together, you'll wake up in the morning and notice stepping outside doesn't...smell the way it usually does. The grass, any stray flowers, trees. None of them have any whiff of a scent. MOD NOTES This is the April mini-event before our bigger event later in the month! Note that you can stack flower curse effects except for the Gentania curse that puts someone to sleep. |
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Mary Crawley | Downton Abbey | OTA
That's why, once the flowers start to bloom, Mary gathers a big bouquet of carnations, cutting each of them at the stem and putting them in the basket. It's not quite digging in the dirt, but it's about as dirty as Mary gets on a regular basis.
Maybe it's the cheerfulness of the flowers, but Mary finds herself moving closer to whomever she runs into on the way back to the farmhouse, as the two of them converse. She's never been touchy feely, but it's easier to do when she feels like this. When they go to part, Mary puts her hand on the other person's arm.
"Oh, do stay. I've had a lovely time talking with you."
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"Uhm."
Well ... So far, nothing seems to be happening.
"You don't have things to do? Like, what's the flowers for anyway?"
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Mary puts her hand in the crook of his arm and tugs him along towards the farmhouse.
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"I need to get some work done there," he says. He's also sweaty from the practice, so a shower afterwards will be in order too. "I'll see you inside later? Could cook us some dinner, put on music... if you have the time for a date, that is."
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Mary squeezes his hand and leans into his shoulder. She doesn't even mind if he's sweaty. She just wants to be with him right now, and later that evening at dinner too.
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Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son | OTA
The new flowers are a nice sight. They cheer him somewhat. One day on his rounds, he finds himself walking through a field of poppies. Just like in 'The Wizard of Oz' he thinks, only once he's outside of it, instead of feeling sleepy, he starts to experience some other strange side effects.
Looking up at the huge expanse of blue sky above him, he swears that he can taste a saltiness mixed with a bit of sweetness. It's an odd sensation, one that grows stronger the more he looks up. When he looks away, the sensation fades. What is happening?
"Did you know that the sky tastes like... salt-water taffy?" He tells the person nearest him. As unbelievable as it seems, Malcolm really thinks that he's tasting the color blue. He looks back at the field of poppies with a confused look on his face. "You know, hallucinations are not usually a side effect of opium ingestion."
Not that he really ingested any of it just by walking through a field. Maybe he's just finally lost his mind?
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He looks back at the field of poppies and then at Shen/Ye. "Are we high?" he asks. That's honestly the first explanation the springs to mind. Malcolm have never taken any hallucinogenic drugs before, but he has a feeling that this is what it would be like if he did.
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Shen Wei | Guardian | OTA
The wind is only a whisper through the petals, yet Shen Wei can see it, not just it's gentle hand displacing the flowers, but the wind itself. It's...blue. Startled, Shen Wei looks up, and the bright sun overhead roars at him. Too disciplined to do more than flinch, Shen Wei takes an uncertain step back.
Hearing a footfall behind him - peach blooming behind his eyes - Shen Wei throws out an arm. "Stay away from the blooms," he says, voice laced with command despite his growing panic. "They will drug you."
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So he crouched down and snapped a flower from the stem before hearing the stranger's warning. They certainly sounded particularly concerned about flowers. "What makes you say that?" He asked calmly.
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"It began as soon as I entered these poppies." He eyes the poppy clutched between the man's fingers. "Do you not feel it?"
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chizuru yukimura | ota!
[ Chizuru is really trying to stay away from the flowers this time. Not because she dislikes flowers - she really likes them! Under any other circumstances she'd be happy to see them. But if there's anything she's learned during her stay in this city, it's that things that suddenly appear out of nowhere tend to carry nasty side-effects.. and she'd rather not experience those.
So if she sees anyone even near the flowers, she's quick to look worried and call out to them: ]
Ah..! Please, watch out! [ .. maybe you want to ask why this young lady is warning you about flowers of all things, huh? ]
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[ Unfortunately it's hard to escape the pollen when it's literally everywhere. And so Chizuru is eventually influenced by some of the carnations. Which means that if she knows you on friendly terms and you end up anywhere in her field of sight, she immediately starts smiling widely and heading your way.
Nothing out of the ordinary so far, right? Chizuru is a friendly, smiley girl. ]
It's so good to see you..!
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[She gets a curt nod, and that's all. To be fair, however, that is how he greets everyone. And he resumes walking, seeing no reason to stop.]
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[...she'd looked that up in a dictionary today. The girl was grinning away in front of a whole bunch of strange new flowers and looked just about to sniff one of them if Chizuru didn't stop her soon. Hey, sniffing things was totally her schtick.]
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But for the moment, he's distracted by his bracelet, writing about his progress with the computer project. Could have done that in the library or at home, you say? Maybe, but outside is more spacious in case of further flower invasions.
Doesn't mean he's paying attention, so when Chizuru suddenly calls out just as he's about to wander into a patch of flowers that have bloomed in the street, he reacts instantly, almost stumbling over his own feet as he stops and pulls his eyes away from the text. ]
Huh? What?
[ Is something actually bad happening? ]
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Hey! How's it going? Good day?
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Sora l Kingdom Hearts
[Sora, for his part isn't aware of the particular effects of the flowers at the moment. So he doesn't think anything of admiring the cute pink flowers and savoring their scent. Except that it does then cause him to immediately go find one of his friends and sort of latch to their side. Constantly following them and asking what they were doing, hugging them and probably smothering them. The only clue as to why being the carnations he will say he picked for Namine because they looked pretty and he thought she might like them.]
Iris:
[Or perhaps Sora is distracted after finding the iris flowers. Causing him to scratch at his arms, removing his gloves in being so irritated. He knows logically that scratching is probably going to make it worse, but he can't help the urge. Which only makes his skin redder as he pouts at the discomfort of it. And of course it spreads to his neck because of how often he rests his hands there or generally rubs at the back of it.
This was going to be a long, uncomfortable two hours....]
Carnations
Yep, said tree just dropped a leaf on his head, aided and abetted by Naminé, you know, pulling the thing off and letting it go so as to make it fall directly on him. Judging by the giggles, it might be a good idea for Sora to look up, where he's likely to find a very familiar silhouette peering down at him with an uncharacteristically bright smile. ]
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Naminé | Kingdom Hearts
[ Naminé is in a tree.
The idea of a teenaged girl spending time in one is not terribly outlandish, but she's certainly not attired for it in her thin dress and flimsy sandals. Anyone who knows her personally might also come to question what possessed her to embark on this particular adventure, since this young lady happens to lack any noticeable propensity for physical activities, especially dangerous ones.
But there she is all the same, quite at home among the limbs of a sturdy tree, far higher up than as inexperienced a climber as she is has any business being. Her legs dangle from the cradle of the branches she's chosen to sit between, her feet swaying idly and an Edelweiss flower tucked into the shorter side of her hair, just behind her ear. Which is all well and good, except now she's taken to fussing with the leaves. Whatever she's doing up there, it involves the occasional rustle and every now and again a slow downpour of plant material, regardless of whether or not anyone might be wandering by below. ]
[ B. Wildcard ]
[ Choose your own adventure! ]
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He goes into the tree's shadow, and holds out his hands, waiting for the fall. If it comes.]
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[Look, Terezi liked trees and climbing them as much as the next blind girl who'd been raised by an unhatched dragon mom in a treehouse. She really did. But at the same time she was decidedly not used to the idea of Naminé being up in the tree like that. It was a little unusual.
She looked up at her, hands on hips and head quirking a little.]
Never would have taken you for the climbing type.
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You'd do better barefoot then with sandals! [They were slow flimsy and Felicity knew from experience that barefeet were better for gripping.]
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So Chizuru quickly runs up to the tree, and once she's standing under its branches, she looks up with the most worried expression on her face. ]
N.. Naminé, are you okay? Do you need help?!
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jet star | ota | will match whatever format
[Not that Jet's been dragged back by that all that much. He's refused to allow it to get to him - or attempted as much. Mostly he does this by neglecting to dwell on it for very long and simply not thinking about it should it every come up. Since he sleeps in empty houses and doesn't have a place to live to call his own for the most part, Jet wakes up to a patch of yellow-and-brown flowers that immediately set off a rash of painful burning across his skin. He grits his teeth, immediately backs up from the offending blooms, but it's too late. It's worse than getting caught out in a sandstorm with no facial protection. No amount of scratching or scrubbing makes it halt. It only causes the affliction to spread.]
[So anyone who approaches Jet for the next few hours is going to see him practicing Good Social Distancing and steering clear. He has no idea if this stuff is contagious, but he's had enough of contagions to last him a lifetime, thanks.]
[He didn't plan on letting any flowers get under his skin again, but he also didn't realize that those white, tufty plants counted as flowers and not merely weeds. In retrospect, he should have considered that they could probably be both.]
[Jet's hand on his emotions is generally sturdy. Even when he was dying in a cave surrounded by strangers, he didn't so much as crack. Even if you do manage to find him hunkered down in a street corner or hunched behind a building somewhere, his expression remains largely locked. It might not be immediately apparent that something's up with him, unless you glimpse the mask in his hands and the way he's gripping it just a bit too tight.]
[That, and his already somber demeanor seems to be dialed up a few notches. He won't quite look like somebody just shot his dog, but there's definitely something wrong with him.]
[That regret's only compounded the urge to do something reckless, do something loud, do something deserving of the title of Fabulous Killjoy. It's like a splinter under his fingernail. It's like a shot of adrenaline to his heart. Wants to burn down the world. Wants to fuck something up.]
[That burning emotional high propels him out of the city, into the surrounding woods like he's looking for a fight. Which, in a sense, he is. If he can't find something to fight, he'll be plenty happy to fight you, whoever you are, just to get this feeling out of his system.]
[Just to make that regret coursing through his veins shut up for a second. He'll take anything.]
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In any case, he turns to follow him, jogging a little in an attempt to discern which part of the trees have swallowed him up. "Young master?" he calls. "It isn't safe in there."
[up for anything, literally everyone wwx has ever met has tried to fight him so it wouldn't be a surprise~]
im so sorry
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