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buttrinthum2023-01-01 04:59 pm
TDM #1
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, and it simply gives you a welcoming:
“Welcome to my Labyrinth. Per our agreement, you have consented to live your life here for an undetermined amount of time. In exchange, I will grant you the wish that you desire the most.”
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: poinsettias and mistletoe. You’ll soon find out that being around the poinsettias give you an odd sense of joy no matter how confusing the situation may seem and the mistletoe, which is left over from the holiday season, gives you the desire to kiss or hold hands with the nearest person to you. It looks like there are plenty of others who are just now waking up from their dream-state as well.. why not go ahead and say hello?
With the influx of new life, the humble town a barkeep tells you is called Somnius seems to come alive as well, with new faces to join that of the resident fairies, goblins and other townfolk. There’s bustling energy to the land that the townfolk will tell you wasn’t quite there before, and some suspect that the presence of the new arrivals might be powering the world around them in some way - but that’s a question to be answered on another day. The quaint town of Somnius needs a little bit of care, that rustic feel to the mushroom houses, old shops and weathered castles too evident at first glance, but it’s not a bad place to live, as the locals will tell you. It almost seems like everything will be okay…
But of course, things are never so simple.
Whether you have been wandering around to get your bearings, talking to the locals or exploring your new humble (very humble) abode, you can expect to find mysterious ice sculptures - fashioned in the shape of snow angels, with blades in their hands - appearing in random places around the town. There are some that manifest in the middle of the street, some that sit quietly at the edge of an inn, and even some that appear right beside your bed, staring at you as you wake up. It’s unclear how these sculptures even got here, but close proximity to them will conjure up feelings of unrest, like you should not step any closer.
It’s smart to trust your gut in these situations. Step too close to a snow angel and it will come to life, moving with the grace of flowing water. They make a vague request and will spare only those able to heed it.
“Cold … so cold … Even the days of Visium are so cold. Have you any warmth to spare us?”
Some angels will accept an article of clothing as warmth. Others are greedy and keep demanding more, wanting to take everything that you have on your body. Heed their requests and they will spare you. Resist even just a little, and that’s when they draw their swords.
It’s not too easy to defeat an angel with brute force given that they reform themselves immediately. Running away or blasting them with fire could do the trick. Be careful not to get cut by their blades, however…
Characters who get cut by their blades will experience an inconsolable sense of chill and emptiness, right down to their bones. They will find themselves desiring ‘warmth’ from others in different ways - whether through physical contact, or affectionate words and gestures. There might be the few who go feverish in their desire for warmth. For those characters – the open fireplace is looking like a very tantalizing place to sit in right now (Yes, sit in, not by). They might even feel compelled to pull a friend in with them. That can’t be good for anyone…
The effects will only subside if the condition of receiving ‘warmth’ is met. This can be in the literal sense (physical warmth and intimacy) or figurative (feelings of love, acceptance and happiness).
When night falls, the temperatures only drop further, which does no favours for the poor souls who had to give up their clothing. The locals want to welcome the new arrivals and give everyone an opportunity to unwind from a busy and chaotic day of being hunted by snow sculptures. That’s why they’ve set up a gathering in the middle of town square. Food and alcohol is being generously supplied by The Cask & Anvil, and marketplace vendors have set up pop up stands to try and cajole the new arrivals into purchasing some fancy new clothes or a pretty gemstone they claim will ward off danger (claims not verified).
At the center of it all is a large bonfire that’s warming up the square. Everyone is encouraged to warm themselves by it after a long day, eat, and make merry. In fact, there’s a certain sense of enchantment to the crackling fire that seems to draw even the shiest wallflower in, pushing them to sit with others and make conversation. As the night goes on, the newly arrived dreamers will find themselves settling easily into the warm and bustling mood, any stresses and anxieties melting away. With time, they’ll start to find themselves without a filter, more than happy to talk about themselves and the life they had led prior to coming to Visium. In fact, they will feel compelled to share a story from their past - one that might be joyous, comedic, thrilling, or tragic. Whatever sorts of feelings come attached to their story, it will be one of emotional significance.
In the back of their minds, they might get the sense someone else is listening.
Welcome to the 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. Please comment here to request an outcome for your character's labyrinth exploration and a moderator will get to you shortly. (The longest a character can stay in the Labyrinth is 3 days.)
You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.
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[It's common and Flonne had witnessed firsthand with a handful of humans making this choice.]
Doctor, what are you? You don't look like a demon or an angel.
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[The Doctor pauses and he's not sure how to answer that.]
Well, in the grand scheme of the multiverse - the short answer from your perspective is an alien but then you're the alien to me.
Buuut, I'm guessing you're looking for something more specific?
[The Doctor ruffles his hair]
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[Congrats Doctor, you lost her, only because she thinks of the death system. Is he a prisoner of some kind?]
I mean, that does makes sense. Hehe, I always wanted to be an alien. [She's happy about the thought, she flutters her bat wings.]
No, that's okay. If you don't feel conformable saying it, you don't have to. [See how considerate she is!] In other words, you're like an Overlord.
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[Between the effects of the bonfire and just generally not feeling scared of being in this place.]
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Huh?
[Nope, nothing. She is lost, thanks Doctor.]
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Doesn't matter. Not here.
[She can see on some level that frustrates him because 900 years of working up his name to the point of his name alone can make beings step back, without a shot being fired is all gone and of course, he does miss traveling in space and time.]
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[The gears are moving, slowly and steady. More, her ruby eyes sparkle with awe and curiosity. The way this Doctor described himself was almost... SCIENCE FICTION, and this girl love Banzilla movies.]
Listen please! I've traveled multiverse too! There are many worlds accessible for angels and demons long as we have the gate address. Time Lord sounds like a time paradox! Which means you're a time traveler who lived a lonely life only destined to face evil foes before time runs out!
[Okay, maybe she's a little overboard there.]
I watch a lot of shows like that.
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Oi! I wouldn't say it's lonely. I've traveled with a lot of friends.
[But none of them were forever. They died or went home. In a way, is lonely, like Reinette said being a 'lonely Angel' and right now, he does miss Rose and Jack. So, the loneliness is quite clear.]
Yes, I've fought monsters in the universe. But time doesn't run out. Especially, given, that time isn't a strict progression from cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.
[A short pause]
Have you seen Back to The Future?
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[Though, he still looks pretty sad when he said it. Best she dust that thought to the side.]
In real life, but in shows, there's a set limit and seasons. [So OF COURSE time is limited!]
A ball? Hmm... [She ponders about this.. but first, his question!]
No. What's it about?
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It's alright.
Given the multiverse theory is true. That there would be mathematical, at least a universe where I am fictional. Even if I'm not supposed to splinter. But given how I've seen dimensions leak and leave impressions of certain things... maybe one of m adventures has left a soft impression in another universe and caused a fictional show about me to exist.
... Blimey, makes me wonder what humans have done with me.
Sorry, whut? Wut's what about?
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[She reminds him again.]
Merchandises and naughty comics are my guesses. I prefer to spend my Hell on gadgets and giant robot models.
[Though, it'd be cool if she was part of the 'fictional' world as well. She can just imagine it. In fact, she clamps her hands together, entwine them as she closes her eyes allowing her imagination to manifest in her mind, her tail swaying.]
Ou! I just know in my fictional world I'll have my voluptuous body in figurines with Miss Etna. Hehehehehe~
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It's about two humans. One of which discovers how to time travel and has a companion. Shenanigans happen and the companion endangers thar existence keeping their parents from meeting.
And if you ask me - why humans shouldn't have time travel.
[The Doctor makes a suggestive tongue click.]
I am foxy.
[The Doctor ponders for a moment]
Any of me is really but I really like this me.
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[Mental note, to find a dvd of that for later.]
Forget humans, I want to time travel too.
[It sounds fun and adventurous.]
Haha. A cute foxy!
[It's unsure whether she meant what he thought or... something else. Then, there is a stroke of the chin, her devilish smirk as one small fang bares as if she is about to brew something, but instead she says:]
I dunno, I'll have to meet the rest of you to be the judge of that.
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Yeah... Me too..
[Then an 'oh snap' moment. He let something slip.]
This is all of me.
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I'm sorry.
[She could toss some encouraging words, but it didn't felt right.]
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Not your fault.
[The Doctor looks up and around and begins to snarl.]
It's Vaeros that has trapped us here in this pocket universe for goodness knows Why!!
And stripped us of our abilities and made us human!!! No better then what my people did to me when they exiled me on Earth.
What's your game, Vaeros?
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Flonne gently touches the Doctor's shoulder, bringing him back to the presence.]
Doctor. [That is a stern tone from an angel driving his attention to her. As she continues, her tone is softer.]
You need to calm down. Yelling will get you nowhere. Look around, you're not the only one.
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