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Labyrinthum Events ([personal profile] labyrinevents) wrote in [community profile] buttrinthum2024-04-30 10:34 pm
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TDM #9

Arrival / Enchanted Garden

Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see a barn owl that is flying through the darkness, soon sweeping you across the clouded sky. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.

When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water, and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.

Will you drink it or not?

There is a parchment, handwritten in scrawling, jagged lettering that seems a bit... ominous:

“Welcome to my LABYRINTH where your wish, you wish you wish youwishyouwish– Your CONTRACT is SEALED.”

You’re in a garden, surrounded by flowers and plants– most of which you cannot identify. However, there are a few that you can make out: Larkspur and Anemone You’ll soon find out that being around the Larkspur makes you almost overwhelmingly tired, to the point you might even feel sluggish and in desperate need of a comfy place to rest. Why not lie down right in the garden? Or better yet, find someone to snuggle up with and sleep your worries away. The only truly strange part? You don’t seem to dream. At all. Straying too close to the Anemones, meanwhile, grants an entirely different effect. One second you’ll be walking through the garden and then suddenly you’re twenty feet away and facing the wrong direction. Even worse, whatever those flowers have done to you will sometimes make it so you “glitch” through solid objects – your leg might suddenly be lodged in the ground despite it being perfectly solid a moment before, or your arm could be shoved halfway into a wall that… actually, was that wall even there before? Nevermind that. The effects only last for a few minutes at worst, so at least you’re not stuck there forever, right?

Liminal Spaces and Worn Out Faces

Thanks to the combined efforts of dreamers and dragons, Vaeros is asleep. No one knows for how long. The locals aren’t particularly pleased with this turn of events and the village is a mess, but at least the moon is high in the sky again and everything is back to normal… relatively speaking. Things start to change... morph into something more dreamy, more surreal. It's subtle at first but after a few days…

The aftermath of the overgrowth, animal attacks, and the overall chaos of Vaeros' tantrum has left the village a little worse for wear. While most of the damages are cosmetic and could be fixed by the local's efforts alone, maybe a little help would be appreciated? If nothing else, it might help alleviate a little bit of the tension still lingering in the air after the events at the castle.

That, and the locals seem to be acting kind of strange. Leaving them to their own devices might not be the best idea. The Gelfling you are aiding in repairing a half-broken wall has been hammering for what seems like hours and when you look to see what they're doing, they haven't actually made any progress - they're just hitting the same spot over and over again, potentially making the hole even bigger. Did the goblin you just passed have a completely blank face for a moment? Others might walk into things, off of things (Starlight Cliff might be a hazard zone), or suddenly and inexplicably become aggressive toward dreamers, grabbing anything they can get their hands on (kitchenware, vegetables, a goose??) to use as a weapon. It's a very bizarre scene and the villagers don't seem to notice there is anything wrong with the people around them.

It’s not just the locals either. The animals have been acting equally strange. There's a wolf inside the clothing shop trying on suits, a goat standing (or trying to stand) on its hind legs, bleating out random words like a town crier while jingling a bell around its neck to get everyone's attention. Where you should find the local baker, suddenly they're replaced with a deer holding a paddle in its mouth to stir up a batch of brownies.

To top it all off, there's an eerie sense of deja vu no matter where you go or what you do. Didn't you just help that goblin with the wheelbarrow an hour ago? So why is it halfway across town again? You could have sworn you had to go and grab groceries, but your pantry is full like someone already had.

Up is Down, In is Out

Days pass and the oddities continue to make themselves more and more apparent. The sidewalks seem uneven and wobbly at times, threatening to toss people walking across them to the ground or even fling them into the air with a sudden violent ripple. Walking through the forest sees the leaves of the trees melting into green goo that sticks to your clothes, your hair, and your skin - potentially staining them green and leaving you in dire need of a bath. You can always wash off in the lake, of course, but even that is not free of the strangeness occurring in Visium. The water of Lake Omen has turned to lava, at least in color; although there is no heat radiating from it when one approaches. That, and the locals are still fishing in it without issue, save the fact that they keep pulling up fish with tophats on.

Speaking of fish - they're raining from the sky now (tophats or not) in all sorts of different colors, shapes, and sizes. Good news! They're still edible. Bad news, they're probably trying to sell you something.

If you do decide to try the fish or any other meal in town, especially those served by the locals, you'll find that it doesn't taste like much of anything and most certainly doesn't fill you up, at least not at first. Everything is bland and unappealing until left in the presence of dreamers - and the more you share the meal with, the faster the taste returns.

Dream Within a Dream Within a Dream Within a Dream Within

Even with Vaeros asleep, only a small portion of the labyrinth is still accessible. Those that attempt to explore will find sections made up of pillows and cushions, and no matter what time of day it is elsewhere, this portion of the labyrinth seems to be stuck in perpetual twilight. Explorers will also immediately feel drowsy, then lulled to sleep by the quiet singing whispered through the air like a lullaby. Anyone brave enough to try and rescue those poor souls from their impromptu naps would be wise to plug their noses and cover their ears with earmuffs to block out the sound.

At night, dreamers dream. They will be visited by the same melody heard in the labyrinth, though it is distant. They will also hear a woman telling them to spend more time together, to bond and create things together in order to soothe the effects of Vaeros' magic growing wild in his dreams. Dreamers will also have the ability to visit other's dreams, meeting in a dreamy light liminal space that will not feel so real when they awaken.

OOC

Welcome to the [community profile] labyrinthum TDM! Characters will arrive depowered and with only their clothing, and will be given a satchel with a crystal pendant, a communication device, some water and bread and a magic potion. If they drink the potion, they will manifest an elemental, healing or animal transformation ability.

With the exception of Castle Vaeros, characters are free to go as they please, so feel free to place them in any of the locations available on the map. Yes, this includes the Labyrinth - though characters will not be able to clear the maze.

You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.

fishcustards: (➤ 126)

[personal profile] fishcustards 2024-06-04 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ And just like that, Alice had dispersed the crowd. Tiny in stature, and yet she carries herself as if she is standing at the highest hilltop. The townsfolk continue with the rest of their business. Even the swan themselves waddles towards the nearest cafe.

He watches on until Alice asks him for his name. ]


Right… Introductions.

[ The Doctor reaches into his inner jacket pocket to pull out a brown leather badge holder containing two laminated pieces of paper. His trusty pyschic paper. But since his psychic abilities are being hindered, the only thing Alice might notice is either a blank piece of paper or a bunch of squiggly lines. ]

I’m the Doctor. Reporting for duty, ma’am!
pressuremakespearls: (uhh)

403 (cw drug mention)

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-04 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[To Peeta, after the explosion, this is all one long morphling dream sequence in whatever hospital bed he must be recovering in. Waking up in a garden, falling asleep again in the long, soft grass, and now he's here, looking at a small pale boy with black hair and eyes holding a knife.

He takes one step back, his eyes on the knife.]
illyria: (Default)

sneaks back in here 15 minutes late with donuts

[personal profile] illyria 2024-06-04 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Illyria merely stares at him, inscrutable as ever. She doesn't look pleased by any stretch of the imagination, but she isn't on a violent rampage worthy of the insult done to her -- largely because on her way here she'd attempted to punch her way through a wall and come away with a badly bruised hand for her troubles. While not precisely human, she's not entirely what she used to be, either.

It's a problem she'll attempt to threaten her way out of later. For now, she merely regards Wesley with a curious blend of disdain and ... hope? ]


You are not dead.

[ She is fairly certain of that, but she finds herself taking a step toward him as though intending to reach out and touch to be certain. She stops short of actually doing so, however, instead balling her hands into fists and lifting her chin fractionally in defiance. ]

You deceived me.
notamusical: (Oh heaven)

[personal profile] notamusical 2024-06-04 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe. Depends on powerful he is, and whether or not he's already granted the wish. I mean if it's already happened then whatever it was would probably be undone, in the most horrible way possible."

Because of course Vaggie wasn't going to trust that anyone would simply let them out of a contract if they had pulled them to another plane of existance. Not that she trusted much of anyone in general, but especially not assholes that made contracts and then kidnapped people in their sleep.

"It's not a date. But we should probably find some actual food, and something to drink that we can actually identify."
trenchdoting: (smug close-up)

fnjnsfjns

[personal profile] trenchdoting 2024-06-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[That and he tends to generally dote on people so it's very easy for him to see himself as a servant! He keeps an eyebrow raised, but with a confident smile, because he'll interpret her confusing stammering as her accepting that he is right.

He then laughs and shakes his head.]


Baby jail? I don't think I've ever heard it call that before, pal! It's definitely not that bad, and I ain't gonna lock you up. But I can show you there so you can see for yourself!
photographists: (pic#17213491)

[personal profile] photographists 2024-06-04 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
( Basil quickly wipes his eyes -- willing himself to stop crying any further. He wasn't one to want to cry in front of others in the first place, but everything is so much. He feels beyond exhausted.

Of course - he'd never tell. Ever. He'd never do that to Sunny. No matter what, that's a burden that he'll take on for as long as he possibly can.

He takes in a breath, repeating his usual mantra in his head. )


I.... I won't.
Edited 2024-06-04 03:24 (UTC)
sadpoem: Omori (96B)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-04 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
No. [Omori takes a deep breath in turn. He lowers the knife.] You won't.

You need to understand something. So listen.

[Is he listening?]
sadpoem: Omori (12C)

you literally rolled my favorite game location congratulations

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-04 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[The scene is thus: they're underwater, but feel no need to breathe, nor must they swim to stay afloat. Gravity seems to be working just as it does on land, in fact. They can see the Underwater Highway from here, taxi cabs zipping along, a jungle of seaweed and strange looking "fish" framing them on the other side of the road. Omori stands outside of the famed Last Resort Casino, which looks not unlike a roadside attraction shaped like a giant shipwreck.

[And, yes, there is the knife, which he flips idly in his hand, adeptly catching it on the handle each time. Omori tilts his head as Peeta steps back. The flipping never ceases.]

Catfish got your tongue?
wintolive: fifteen (9)

up is down

[personal profile] wintolive 2024-06-04 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Newbies, man.]

Alright, alright - hey, hey. [Just trying to get his attention. Eren drops into a squat by Peeta on the ground, raising an eyebrow.]

Calm down. That stuff won't hurt you. It's just goop.
photographists: (pic#17199113)

[personal profile] photographists 2024-06-04 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
( Basil falls silent. Despite the fact that he can't meet Omori's eyes, he's listening. He's fallen silent. He isn't sure what to expect, and that in itself is scares him, along with everything else that's happened.

What else was there to say? What else did Omori want? And if Basil didn't want listen, would he do the same thing again?

He didn't care what happened to himself -- but... he didn't ever want to see any of his friends get hurt. )
pressuremakespearls: (uhh)

I knew you'd throw Eren at this one

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-04 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Suddenly he becomes aware of a person next to him, close to him, and he instinctually raises a fist as though to punch them before stopping himself.

Hijacking has made him aggressive at times when he's worked up like this, but he's been able to get it a bit more under control. He forces his hand to the ground and instead attempts to scramble backward away from the boy, half out of instinctual fear and half to make sure he doesn't actually try to hurt him.

At this point he can't really speak because he's having a small panic attack, hyperventilating.]
sadpoem: Omori (91B)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-04 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Omori's voice comes out a pitch softer, uncharacteristic to the way he'd been sharply threatening and taunting before. Basil doesn't work like that. Omori should know that by now. Threatening him will only cause him to panic, and bad things happen when Basil panics.

[But he's listening, now.]

Sunny isn't well. It's my job to protect Sunny. That was his decision. [Something Omori hasn't bothered telling anyone else.]

We understand something that no one else can. You know that too.

If you want. To see. Your friend. [Slow, measured, but not threatening.] You can.

But you have to listen to me.

It isn't a choice. That is your only option.
wintolive: fifteen (7)

[personal profile] wintolive 2024-06-04 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Aw, man. This guy is really messed up. When Peeta raises his fist, Eren merely lays a hand on top of it, and then the boy is scrambling away. Eren sits down in the grass, cross-legged. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, chin on his fists.]

Hey. Listen. You're alright. Just take a deep breath. [He demonstrates; he's been learning - with Maruki, and with Commander Erwin; it helps more than he wanted to believe at first. He continues, breathing loudly enough, he hopes, for Peeta to hear - slow and calm.]

It's fucked, I know. You probably have no idea what the Hell is going on right now. I'll explain it to you. Just catch your breath.

[Then, after a moment:]

Tell me your name.
pressuremakespearls: (owo?)

lucky meeeee!

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-04 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[This place is very colourful and whimsical. Everything looks weird and surreal, but also cute. This boy, however, is devoid of colour, and Peeta can't exactly read him. The flipping of the knife could be casual, or menacing, or both. He's not sure what to say.]

Hi.

[He speaks hesitantly, definitely not winning any charisma awards today.]
sadpoem: Omori (93B)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-04 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Both is good.]

Looking for work?
pressuremakespearls: (smol)

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-04 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He wants nothing more than to escape this, but the longer he sits in the goo, the more he realizes it's not hurting him or doing anything obviously nefarious. It... Might just be goo.

But his heart is still pounding a mile a minute, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He wraps his arms around his knees, trying to slow his breathing as Eren demonstrates.

He looks at Eren as his breathing gradually slows enough that he can speak.]


Peeta.
itstillhurt: (pic#15818582)

[personal profile] itstillhurt 2024-06-04 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"This place isn't real."

There's an air of desperation when she repeats it this time, and she approaches one of the high walls, running her hands along it, eyes growing wilder as she stares around her.

"I escaped. I escaped over a year and a half ago."

Is she talking to Luz, or herself? It's not entirely clear.
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[personal profile] itstillhurt 2024-06-04 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
I'm aware.

[And yet she's clearly a little defensive about it.]

But these people are so deluded by their compassion. It's like a cult. They're as zealous about their useless notions of sentimentality as the wretched locals are about their worship of Vaeros!

[... Aaaand now she's starting to sound a little unhinged.]
itstillhurt: (pic#15817872)

[personal profile] itstillhurt 2024-06-04 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Can you think of a better one? Bearing in mind that I couldn't even leave to retrieve tools or call for help-

[Good news! She's gonna go ahead and reset that ankle as he's breathing in, so the muscles won't be tensed yet.

That's probably not great news on the pain front, but hey, no muscle damage. Isn't she thoughtful?]


I certainly can't think of any alternatives that wouldn't have been even worse for you.

[And don't worry, she's already healing the ankle now that it's back in place.]
wintolive: fifteen (AAA)

[personal profile] wintolive 2024-06-04 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Peeta. [Does...hearing one's own name help to ground them? Eren's not sure.]

My name's Eren. I've been here a while now. [He considers telling Peeta that "it's not always like this," but...it can honestly get a lot worse, and Eren's not sure if the world he knew will ever be the same again. There's no use lying to the guy.

[Well, when in doubt...]

When's the last time you ate? Are you hungry?
anxiouscat: (glance)

[personal profile] anxiouscat 2024-06-04 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
... Unless you're strong enough to catch someone? I guess not.

[ Not that he thinks she's weak, looks are deceiving here. But that's a lot of force to try and stop compared to lifting.

CRACK-

His eyes unfocused for a second, taking another sharp hiss of a breath.
]

Thanks. [ She *technically helped. ]
photographists: nursefever.dw (omocat) (Default)

[personal profile] photographists 2024-06-04 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
( It's my job to protect Sunny.

Basil doesn't blame Sunny for finding protection through someone. After everything he's been through, isn't that the natural thing to do? Was there a part of Sunny that wanted him to stay away? As much as Sunny clung to him only moments ago -- as much as it hurts to think that he doesn't want him nearby, there's that fragile, insecure part of him that can't blame him.

But,

The thought of losing him again hurts more than he can put into words. )


I--

Will you... really protect him...? ( Then, why hurt him? )

W-Whatever you ask me to do-- please, don't hurt him anymore.
sadpoem: Both (29B)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-04 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[There is...a certain sadness that creeps into Omori's expression; tired, maybe. He takes a seat in the grass, waving his knife downward for Basil to do the same. He crosses Sunny's legs, leaning back with his palms against the ground, one still resting on the knife's handle.]

I will. [Protect him? Hurt him?] I told you. That's my job.

You have to help me do my job, Basil.
hard_decisions: (Amused)

[personal profile] hard_decisions 2024-06-04 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Not exactly.

[There's a faint hint of a smile when he speaks.]

I did die. I doubt I'd be able to deceive you on that score.

[He is, at least, not outwardly reacting to her implicit threat of violence.

Not because he assumes she's been rendered harmless- he could easily believe that even a depowered Illyria might still possess greater strength than Fred had- but because he doesn't think it will be helpful.]


Apparently, this place isn't terribly concerned with whether its victims are alive or dead.
Edited 2024-06-04 05:25 (UTC)
fallendragon: (full mage)

Let's Dance Around (she sounds so pretty! I can't wait for her to get her powers back)

[personal profile] fallendragon 2024-06-04 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Arrakis still felt guilty for trying to charm the villagers with his soothing song during the chaos. His song strangely didn't have any affect on them but Arrakis couldn't shake the feeling that everyone knew what he had tried to do. The added aggression in the villagers didn't help his paranoia and he felt trapped in an endless loop of suspicion and violence. His eyes steadily grew brighter with his rising emotions. He was almost glad when the faces of the angry villagers faded under the weightless embrace of his magic as his consciousness shifted to his magic side. It felt like he was seeing everything out of the corner of his eye as he continued to dodge villagers, careful not to hurt them with his wind magic.

He could accept the villagers attacking him, but not someone else, and his eyes sparked angrily when he sensed the three ganging up on Nuvia. He shaped his magic into an invisible dragon made of wind that raced ahead of him as he used the momentum to leap over his attackers. He landed in front of her with a strong gust of wind that pushed the three villagers back.]


Are you ok with heights?