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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.

sadpoem: Both (15)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-09 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Omori applauds at Peeta's display, apparently thrilled, judging by the smile on his face (it looks...a bit wrong, somehow...)]

Again!
elvemish: (vlcsnap-2024-02-25-09h52m43s915)

[personal profile] elvemish 2024-06-09 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
The top level...? [ Yeah she's seen the labyrinth and the castle... it really just feels like when they all landed in the middle of the road in the Golden Country.

But she does reach out to take ahold of Izutsumi's hand. It's a little bit like a grounding anchor. It's comforting.
]

I'm glad you're here. Have you seen anyone else? Laios? Senshi? Chilchuck?
elvemish: (vlcsnap-2024-02-12-16h54m22s638)

[personal profile] elvemish 2024-06-09 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, the flavor's off... I was kind of worried that—

[ She snaps her mouth closed, gaze averting off to the side. ]

Things just taste funny is all, I wasn't sure if I was losing my mind or if it's something everyone's dealing with.

[ It does a little to assuage her worries. Maybe it ISN'T the fact she's been keeping fed off of monsters for so long. ]
pressuremakespearls: (uhh)

oh god

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-09 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[He furrows his brow slightly at Omori's reaction. Why are they doing this...? It's a dream, it doesn't make sense, he reminds himself.

He obeys, cracking another in the same way.]
purrsonality: (Familiars)

[personal profile] purrsonality 2024-06-09 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ her ears droop along with her tail. ]

No. I've been here for months. I never saw anyone else but you.
elvemish: (vlcsnap-2024-03-02-10h32m00s504)

[personal profile] elvemish 2024-06-09 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
WHAAAT!? But I just saw you before I woke up here! It hasn't been months at all!!

[ For HER anyway... That aside, she's quick to whirl around and give Izutsumi a once over. Her hands in her hair on her face then her shoulders. She doesn't look hurt or malnourished or anything... ]

Months... Geez. Don't worry. We'll stick together now okay? I don't know how it works, but... I'm sorry you were on your own for that long.
radiokills: (happy; turtle grin)

[personal profile] radiokills 2024-06-09 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor stands tall again, raising an eyebrow at that worry. Girl has something on her mind, something about food. Curious. Mostly because she so obviously wants to keep it secret.

"Things don't always taste off around here. Things got weird when our generous overlord stole the moon from the sky. Now he's asleep, she's back, and things are weird in a different way." Alastor shrugs. He'd rather they be weird because they did something than because Vaeros did. Ownership.

"If you're losing your mind, it's for some other reason." He looks at her. "Are you in danger of losing your mind?"
sadpoem: Omori (81B)

: ) cw: heavy gore (sorry peeta bb) (feel free to have this wake him up if you'd like)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-09 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Peeta! Are you sure that was a watermelon?

[Covering Peeta is, indeed, not red watermelon insides, but, instead...red boy insides. Gore and viscera cover his hands, clinging to the knee where he cracked open that..."watermelon". A glance around will show him the void-black floor, littered with crushed remains.]

Oh. [It's as casual as anything. Omori's knife flips in his hand.] You found him...
purrsonality: (Wonton Dumplings)

[personal profile] purrsonality 2024-06-09 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ yeah. they'll stick together. this is hers. izutsumi is not demonstrative. she doesn't do hugs or pats. it's still a struggle to fully let go of her wariness and self-loathing.

her expression twists into a complicated frown before she darts her gaze away. ]


It's fine. It wasn't your fault.

I have my own house. If you want to stay there. You don't have to.
peoplewatch: (18)

iii

[personal profile] peoplewatch 2024-06-09 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a familiar voice. Kabru recognises it immediately as Marcille, the elf in Laios' party. In a magical world such as this that's somewhat similar to a dungeon, the best course of action is to stay by the people that he knows. Especially if they have useful skills such as magic. The last time they saw each other, Kabru was focusing most of his attention on trying to speak to Laios, so he didn't actually have much of an opportunity to get to know the other members of his party. It's a no brainer. He has to go talk to her.

The onslaught of falling fish are annoying and unsettling at best (especially given that some people appear to be eating them), but they are ultimately harmless, so Kabru has taken to protecting his head with a large board he's found. An umbrella would be nice but he doesn't have money to buy one. ]


With beautiful hair like hers, I don't think she needs it. [ It's kinda gross, but it's just a fish, so he's happy to help her pick it out of her hair. ]

In other words, she's not interested. [ You have to be firm with pushy salesmen. ]
pressuremakespearls: (horror)

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-09 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He gasps audibly, staring down at the red, warm guts covering his hands, his knee, the area around him. His mouth hangs open, a look of pure horror on his face.

The thought that this is a dream no longer comforts him. It's no longer there at all. His heart pounds, he gasps his breaths.]


What did I do...?

[His voice is a quiet, panicked whimper.

No, no, no, no, no...]


Who...?

[Trying to think of who this might have been only intensifies his horror, that this was something living moments ago, that it was someone he or Omori knew...]
sadpoem: Omori (23B)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-09 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
If my friend were here...

He'd say...

"Everything will be okay."
capillatus: (16)

[personal profile] capillatus 2024-06-09 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [He finds himself nodding along to Izuku's words. That does make sense... Even if part of himself is wary that he shouldn't be following that advice. Still, he can't think of a sensible reason to refute it. It is logical, even if it's not something he puts into practice, either.]

Missing... they must be.

[Once the words are uttered, reinforcing the idea, he grows concerned as well. But what—do his friends look like? He has to know this. A vague picture starts to form in his mind.]

They're two boys and a girl. One of the boys has longer black hair that hangs down in his face. The other has blonde hair that sticks up, and wears glasses. The girl has long dark hair, and she wears glasses, too.
pressuremakespearls: (horror)

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-09 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Was that... Is that him?

[He points to the blood. So much blood.]

No... No, I can't do this, you have to kill me, please.

[He's completely forgotten that this is a dream. It's too real, too similar to what's happened before. He's dangerous. He's a mutt.]
elvemish: (vlcsnap-2024-01-06-17h46m39s405)

GASPS

[personal profile] elvemish 2024-06-09 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ People ARE eating them and that somehow is so much worse than she's been through already because they DO speak.

But anyway—She hasn't spoken to Kabru much, but she's pretty sure she remembers his name. The last time they'd all been in the company of each other was... it was a while ago wasn't it? She kind of blinks for a minute, not quite finding her voice as he picks the fish out of her hair. ...Compliments really are a quick way to her heart.
]

Oh uh... thanks. Kabru right? [ Really, she's thankful and the smile on her face is probably the first one that's landed on her face since she woke up here. ] Kinda weird running into you here...

[ There's a moment her expression faulters, considering the subject matter had been... Falin and dark magic the last time she'd interacted with anyone outside of Laios' party. She's quick to school it back together. ]
sadpoem: Omori (58)

cw: actual suicide baiting this time (peeta I am so sorry)

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-09 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Omori tosses Peeta the knife.]

Do it yourself. Scaredy-cat.

[It's a dream to Omori just as much as it's a dream to Peeta. This is...just the sort of thing that Sunny would dream about - Omori just makes sure that no one else realizes that.

[...Up until now, anyway. Tricky, tricky, Visium.]
elvemish: (vlcsnap-2024-03-02-10h49m43s637)

[personal profile] elvemish 2024-06-09 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's okay. Marcille definitely understands this, but it's not going to stop HER from being touchy. She does notice the unruly hair though and does her best to brush out some of the bangs... maybe she can get a brush to it later. ]

A whole house to yourself? That's amazing!

[ She claps a hand to her own cheek, still smiling. ]

If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to! Wow, sleeping in a bed would be the best! Are you taking care of yourself?
elvemish: (vlcsnap-2024-02-16-15h17m13s828)

[personal profile] elvemish 2024-06-09 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ And it will STAY a secret unless she has to admit anything. But that concern is kind of thrown out the window as she listens. ]

The dungeon lord here sounds pretty dangerous... [ She trails off, the words mostly mumbled to herself. Because that's definitely what this is. Someway, some how, she's been transported into an entirely different dungeon. It's not the Mad Mage they're dealing with, this doesn't feel like that same kind of ominous presence.

She's also pretty sure the mad mage has no interest in the moon of all things.
]

Losing my mind? Uh, I don't think so. I've just been going through a lot lately, actually...
purrsonality: (Surf and Turf)

[personal profile] purrsonality 2024-06-09 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ this is normal, so izutsumi allows it, letting marcille smooth over her (very) messy hair that she obviously has not bothered to comb in ages. ]

It's up in a tree! It has stuff.

[ not really, but whatever. ]

And I have people bring me food.

[ she is a very smug kitty. ]
pressuremakespearls: (angery)

CW actual self harm, suicidal intention

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-09 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[The knife is light in his hands, but it feels like a hundred pounds.

His hands shake. He hates himself. He hates what they made him into. He's not Peeta anymore, the boy with the bread. He's awful, a monster. He needs to be stopped. He needs to pay for all of this. He needs to be punished. He needs to die.

Peeta's anger can be explosive and violent, and right now that anger is directed completely toward himself. He grits his teeth and impulsively slashes the knife across the inside of his forearm. He decides it wasn't deep enough, didn't hurt enough, and does it again. And again. And again. Rapid strikes of anger and fear and rage, rage, rage. Tears fill his eyes and he falls to his knees. The rage quickly turns to fear again, then to grief. His throat tightens with sobs.]
anachronology: (Of spring)

[personal profile] anachronology 2024-06-09 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Zelda huffs, annoyed now.]

I don't actually expect to know or understand everything I encounter here. If you'd rather not say, that's fine. I'd just hoped you would return the favour.
sadpoem: Omori (5B)

cw: suicidal ideation, suicidal intention

[personal profile] sadpoem 2024-06-09 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Omori feels on fire, watching Peeta with some sick fascination. These are the darkest reaches of Sunny's mind. He pictures others, hurt; he pictures himself, hurt; he pictures himself, hurting; he's a monster with no remorse, no guilt, no shame, no reason to hide - not like this, and it feels...

[Rotten and sick and horrible - wake up, wake up, wake up, - but it's only a dream...

[It's only a dream.

[Omori won't intervene. He'll let Peeta die. He'll watch Peeta die. It's nothing out of the ordinary. Sunny won't remember this when he wakes up. It will be for Omori to hold, as everything is.

[Omori's had a few dreams like this now. Peeta won't really die. And he won't want to be anywhere near Sunny, as far as Omori can guess.

[For the best, really.]
nohty: (obvious)

[personal profile] nohty 2024-06-09 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
...Fishh. That's a weird name.

[ Weird name for an animal, but alright. Noh picks up the not-so-floppy fish and gives it a shake--just to make sure it's dead--before holding it close. Only then does she turn to give Marcille her full and proper attention. That's when she finally notices the ears and blinks.

"Godling" is the first thing that comes to mind, because Noh's world doesn't have elves. Just people who have parts of them that don't look...normal. Noh's eyes are horizontal, like a goat's. She's never met another Godling proper before, only heard stories, but. Marcille looks far too well-taken-care-of. ]


Wot's up with yer ears. You a Godling?
pressuremakespearls: (worry)

cw blood, death (can wrap here)

[personal profile] pressuremakespearls 2024-06-09 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Peeta cries, feeling almost as though someone else has hurt him, but as he looks at the thick rivulets of red pouring down his arm, he feels a sense of satisfaction, a deep sense of relief.

He won't die as himself. But at least he'll never be in the hands of the Capitol again. All of this will finally be over.

He curls in on himself, cries becoming quieter as he gets tired, as things start to darken. He'll just... Lay down... And sleep.]
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Lancelot du Lac | Arthurian Based OC | Current Player

[personal profile] alligatus 2024-06-09 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Although my about information says he is a fandom based OC, I am going to app him completely unrelated to Fate. I separated some of the prompts by letter. ]

▷ Arrival / Enchanted Garden

[ Lancelot is mystified, and immediately wonders which of the Fairy Kings have put him through some trial yet again? Was it Titania pissed at Oberon and wanted to involve the other Kingdoms? Or was it one of the Grand Magus? Sorcerers with great power, and pocket dimensions of their own that they like to play with. Did lady Morgan decide to act on a flight of fancy, and throw him in someone's Pocket Dimension for fun?

He is but a stranger, regardless, here at this moment. A Knight clad in full armor standing 6 feet tall. Making no movements, until finally, and most suddenly... He decides to take a step forward, and wander around this flowery place. Making no noise... Other than the clattering of metal armor from every step he makes.

At one point, he even seems to want to get rid of the potion he was given.

The last thing you ever want to do in any fae kingdom, is drink something they gave you. Hopefully someone can stop him - otherwise, he throws it out... Then he wanders around. A bit lost. Uncertain where to go, and where he is.

Looking rather menacing, actually. ]


▷ Liminal Spaces and Worn Out Faces

[ (a)Lancelot had never been one to say no to someone who asks him for help, a habit of his that was hard to kill. Even after the all years that have come to pass, since Camelot's fall and with his arrival within Avalon. Lancelot's way of coping in life, was answering to anyone who asked him for help - and oh.. How the Fae people loved to ask him for help.

They knew the damnable Knight of the Lake, held such heavy guilt from his past, and that this guilt... Turned into a need to serve others. Rather then hope to make amends for the past, it was simply a truth that Lancelot lived by. One he hated himself, but could not move away from. To serve, no matter what - he was damnable after all.

So when a commoner, or passerby voices their needs. He all but drops what he is doing - so long as he wasn't just helping someone, and moves to help them.

Clad in armor from head to toe, Lancelot at this time. Is moving piles of logs from one place to the next. Upon request of course, as the houses in need of rework call for lumber in plenty. Even if most of the knight's strength has left from him, he seems able and ready at 6 feet. To carry ample amounts of log across from one place to the next. Silent, and simply obedient...

(b)Even more concerning, is that the pile of logs he is grabbing... Don't seem to empty out. It takes him a few rounds of walking back and forth, to finally realize. That his endeavors seem to not bear any fruit.

Eventually, he tries to grab the attention of someone - anyone really. ]


You. [ Curt and informal - ] Do you see someone refilling these logs?

[ No, it simply is... That the logs never seem to leave despite being in his arms when he walks away. ]


▷ Up is Down, In is Out

[ A knight clad in full armor is fishing, quaintly. He seems to be upset, that every time he pulls a fish... It talks to him. Lancelot, unbothered by the magma colored water, is more upset over the talking fish if anything. He throws each fish he catches, that is strange and otherworldly. Back into the water.

Then silently, casts out the line again. He does not seem to speak, unless spoken to. ]



▷ Dream Within a Dream Within a Dream Within a Dream Within

(a, potential prompt of Lancelot going into your characters dream)No, don't linger here - you need to wake up! Quickly, we need to exit this Labyrinth. [ If you are a women, Lancelot does not touch you directly, but instead, attempts to grab you with a blanket that was left around the area. If you are male, fae, or nonbinary, he will straight up shake you. With no discretion or care for your wellbeing, other then to not let you fall asleep. ]

(b, his dream)[ You see him there, who you believe to be the owner of the dream. Locks of hair messily tied back, but even in its mess, it is still silken and beautiful in every way. He is very masculine presenting, but in his face there are feminine and gentle features too. Along with half pointed ears, that tide away locks of dark black, but tinted blue hair. ]

Guinevere, [ He coos, what he sees is the woman of his dreams. Who always greets him here, who always reminds him of his sins. What anyone else may see - is a foggy face, and an even foggier place around them. It is obvious the dreamer dreams a fantastic dream, but it is only for his eyes to see. Unable to conceptualize anything legitimate other then what he wants to see, which is simply one woman. Nothing else in between. ] I don't ever want to leave from here.

[ It is real enough to him, real enough that he would be happy to never wake again. ]

(c, his nightmare & potential fight)Move! Out of my, WAY! [ A snarl emits from the back of his throat, through the helmet of his armor. Then suddenly, a lance pierces down at an enemy. Killing the body of some person, who was inconsequential to this moment.

Every one is his enemy, but no one seems to have a face. There, everywhere around them, around you too, spanning for long distances. Seems to be bodies of enemies coming at them. This is the nightmare that haunts every war torn soul. He means to kill you - unless you are his ally? He does not know, in this moment, all he sees is carnage and death. Knowing full well what it means to pause or hesitate just a moment. This is a war, after all... ]


▷ wildcard

[ If you want to see some other part of Camelot in his dream, or anything from Arthurian that Lancelot was apart of. Let me know, I can write a separate prompt. [plurk.com profile] witchcess is my plurk. ]