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WHO: Sheep
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: 109 afternoon thru evening

[It happened so suddenly--no matter where you were, even if you didn't get caught up in, you suddenly saw the massive, ghostly body of Death standing over the pasture. Whether you were in your barn, the cafeteria, exploring the meadow or forest, it didn't matter. You suddenly found yourself sucked into seemingly another realm, experiencing memories and feelings and urges that certainly did not belong to you. A ritual is being performed, but it was not caused by Weed or Sheep or Blossom. Not, Death herself called this one, in an effort to call attention to. . .something, who knows.

As you eventually wake up from the ritual--possibly with injuries or horrific memories, you will find yourself at the fountain.

Blossom, Stormy, and Lady are also there, soundly asleep. And also tied up. Death is tired of their shit okay.]

[ooc:
SESSIONS | WINNERS/RESULTS | SPIRITS | ROOM NOTES | POST BAA-TRAYAL MINGLE

Note: I'm setting this as 109 since the last game was 107, so there's two full days to back thread stuff yall might need if need be!!]

crittersheep

WHO: you
WHERE: the middle of the pasture, around the fountain (eye's still open btw)
WHEN: day 107

[You find yourself stumbling through a heavy fog, unable to see what’s in front of you, when you’re abruptly pulled into a six-sided gazebo–tugged by a thin spider’s thread wrapped around your wrist. Each of the pillars keeping the roof aloft are carved with flock flowers and painted accordingly. Cobwebs and small shyders adorn the corners of the gazebo and leave the impression that someone is always watching you. There are comfortable chairs enough for all, though no one is obliged to sit if they do not wish to.

If you look to leave, however, you find that you cannot: mist wraps around the space, and though it is not as threatening as the mist that surrounds the pasture, it is oppressive all the same. Should you choose to venture out anyway, you will find that no matter what direction you take, you always end up back at the gazebo.]

rules | mingle/intro | character stats | game time

wooliefrand

WHO: Some Sheep
WHERE: Pasture
WHEN: 105 Evening

[As the sun sets, you may be just going about your business, maybe looking for Blossom, maybe patrolling, maybe doing other shit simultaneously because time is fake!! OR maybe you notice a pigtailed weed, Queen, experimentally slicing her hand to see what happens and then. . .poof!

Ruh-roh!!

The two chat about SOMETHING for a couple minutes, before the little demon baps its hooves together. Before you can escape into the safety of your barns, all who were around are suddenly swept up, pulled in the middle of the pasture. . .with each of you at a podium.

You cannot move from the podium, but the podiums themselves can move around kinda like those. Moving scooter things in cities. beep beep. You can't leave the area tho.

The little demon speaks up:

Alright, maggots! Monomaton's here, and I've just got a simple question for ya!

What's the value of each of your mortal lives?

RULES | CHECK IN | NON-GAME MINGLE | ACTUAL GAME START/DISCUSSION

YOU HAVE TIL 5PM EST OKAY GO

soulsurvivore

WHO: unfortunately, you
WHERE: ???
WHEN: late night 104

[ Today started off like any ordinary day. At least, until the sky flashed and turned blood red.

Wherever you are, you'll find yourselves pulled into a new area. It's like a Big Top, with a single spotlight shining down, practically blinding anyone who dares even look in its vicinity. You all find yourselves rooted in your seats, unable to move, unable to escape whatever this may be.

A deathly pale young man dressed all in formal blacks forward moves as the spotlight does, hands held wide. He adjusts the snake wrapped around his shoulders and takes you all in with black, empty eyes. The smirk reveals he seems to find whatever evaluation he made as … lacking. ]

Welcome, my friends. I have a show for you all today. A test of your will and intellect, such as it is.

[ From above, a gilded box falls, dangling by a gold chain. ]

A simple magic trick, and like most, can be disarmed with a touch of intellect.

I have merely taken a few of these flocks who have lost their way.

[ He gives a bow, and pulls a sword that glitters in the spotlight, and taps it against the glittering box. The metal sings. ]

Tell me, dear friends, if today's show will be of blood or of triumph.

[ And with that, you are all pulled away . . . ]

[ rules | rooms | roster | return | revenge | results | reveal ]

jerkalope

[ It's a lovely evening in the pasture. The remaining moon seems to wink at you, probably because you just figured out they were a giant set of eyes. And a tiny little jackalope seems to be escorting this weird mandrill looking demon to the fountain. ]

So how about it? You do your thing, I do mine.

That sounds like an entertaining partnership. We have a deal. Let's shake on it.

[ There is a tiny paw and a big hand shake, then the demon turns to the crowd at large. ]

It's come to my attention that everyone here has been taking their murder rituals far too seriously. Holding grudges, sulking about, wishing the whole making you torture each other would stop. Well, we're here to give you a chance at some lighthearted play. After all, endless torture just leads to learned helplessness. And that's not funny at all. So come along then...

[ And then you're all whisked away ]

crittersheep

WHO: You, some Sheep, & a Demon
WHERE:WHEN: Day 96, Evening

...darn. [ a yellow sheep in green wool throws his cards on the table with a huff, because this is the second game he's lost in a row. he could cut his losses, but the mischievous glint in his eyes as he collects & shuffles the cards says he's going for broke. ] Okok. Just one more hand, but this time it's for everything!

Another? [ the green sheep smirks and shakes his head, placing his cards on the table to be reshuffled. ] As expected with you... just know that the probability of you winning the next hand is exceptionally low.

[ spade snickers, ] Hah, we'll see about that. [ he deals the cards and puts on his poker face, ] I'm not going to let you and your numbers beat me. [ again. ] Let's do this. Game on, Club. [ the sheep play another hand, but this time spade wins, and he looks infuriatingly smug about it. ]

[ this time Club tosses his cards on the table. ] It was dumb luck. That's all.

uhHuh. It's always 'dumb' luck when I win. [ he brushes off club's comment. ] But you know what this means, I get to decide who we summon. [ he swipes the cards off the table and slams down a book that looks like a four year old made. ] And because I'm feeling so lucky I'm going to let the dice decide. [ he produces a pair, which he rolls immediately. ] Oho. [ flip flip flip BAP. ] It's going to be this one. Do you have a knife?

That seems like an ill-advised idea. [ he leans back and opens his own book to read instead, feigning disinterest. he holds up a knife once prompted, sliding it across the table. ] But it's your funeral.

[ spade cuts himself and draws the rune on the table. he waits and waits and waits and... nothing. ] It didn't work. [ he starts collecting the cards he swiped aside. ] I can't believe it didn't wo- [ as soon as he sets them down in the middle of the run it colors, light exploding outward and summoning a demon. ] Oh! It did work, would you look at th- HRK!

[ the demon, one-of-a-kind, sets his massive claws on each of their heads until their eyes and the suit adornments on their wool start to glow red. ] Did you two really summon me without a proper sacrifice? Now that just won't do. [ his eyes land on the cards scattered around and he chuckles darkly. ] Well how's about we fix that with a little game?

L̵e̵t̴'̴s̸ ̴p̶l̶a̵y̸ ̵a̶ ̸g̴a̶m̷e̶.̵

[ IC RULES | OOC RULES | ROOMS | 4&9 PUNISHMENTS | WINNERS & LOSERS | PRE-MINGLE ]

crittersheep

WHO: all :)
WHERE: The Spooky Sea Cave
WHEN: Day 94, afternoon

[ once again, you have ended up in a spooky flooded, mossy, kelp-tangled cave in the sea. bioluminescent tidal creatures - sea slugs, small fish, jellies - rapidly circle in the pools and shallows, clearly agitated by something

possibly this is the brightly blazing fire outside, covering the ocean as far as can be seen. mind the flame! ]

Look upon what you have wrought. You all, who are ungrateful for the bounty of the sea. We knew you would do this.

[ the words, coming directly from the waves themselves, crash into one's mind like a sledgehammer - they're measured and slow but definitely angrier this time, countless voices singing out in agony - a symphony that causes a feeling as if one's skin is literally crawling.

(maybe it is, a little? don't check.) ]

Peace is over. You only know war. So We will show you. You will open the gate for Us, and We will save you from yourselves.

[ and then

in front of you, is a boardgame. ]

RULES | ROOMS | STATUS EFFECTS | WINNERS | BRING YOUR OWN ENDGAME TOPLEVELS

manwhofelltoearth

WHO: a priest, a demon and you
WHERE: the pasture
WHEN: Day 93

[You may have seen this particular Weed stand in the middle of the pasture and summon a demon to run a ritual before, but today both the Weed and the demon seem distinctly . . . less nice and cozy.

Argent doesn’t, physically, look much different – he hasn’t grown fangs or horns or anything, ha ha! But there’s something about his expression and the way he holds himself right now that makes you think – wow! This sure might be a dangerous individual, actually.]

Let’s have another game, shall we, flocks? This one’s a little more…involved.

Don’t take it as personal, of course, but! Well, in the end, we Weeds are supposed to be making trouble for you all ☆

[and before you can respond, you find yourself snatched away with your flock, to somewhere else.]

rooms (r1 + r2) | punishment (r3) | r3 turn-in | winners/prizes

soulsurvivore

WHO: peeps
WHERE: by the fountain (or use this as a mingle w/e)
WHEN: end of day 90

[ At the end of the day, the Party Demon draws herself up, clapping her hands. ]

Wonderful, wonderful! I see you are all extending your connections as you play with one another. You all did very well.

[ She looks over the submissions Faith has collected, now in the form of a fancy guestbook. The two take some time, discussing it between themselves, but when they're done, the demon turns back to the crowd, spreading her hands. ]

Your winners are Daffodil, Clover, and Thistle — my hostess would like to note that Lupin of Thistle scored the highest out of anyone in both categories. But you all did quite well, indeed. Weeds also showed great promise and, as per my hostess, your participation has not gone unnoticed.

[ Winning flocks will receive one bottle of booze, one board game of your OOC choice, and memory coins for all participating flock members. Weeds will receive alcohol, a memory coin, and a small pack of firecrackers.

The Party Demon then dips, taking the ambience and the alcohol with her as well as props for the games. Faith dives through a portal as well, making her exit.

so much for last call. ]

soulsurvivore

WHO: you! and you! also you!
WHERE: the pasture
WHEN: Day 90

[ It's hard to say what happens, but that's what you get when the resident of the large tower makes her return and immediately cooks up a ritual.

What is clear is that at some point during the day, loud music begins to pulsate throughout the pasture like a heartbeat, with confetti falling nonstop. Where does it go once it drops to the ground? Unclear. At least no one has to clean that up, so that's cool. The sky flickers, then takes on a darker hue, giving the whole pasture something of a club-like ambience as multicolor lights occasionally flicker against it. It can only mean one thing, really: the return of the Party Demon.

By the fountain, the large demon rests, reveling in the party unfolding around her. In her cupped hands rests Faith, wearing her party best. In fact, everyone is now wearing their party best, be it a stylish dress, a slick looking suit, or something else. Near the demon is a flashing billboard she's conjured with a list of suggested games.

And most importantly, it seems that anything anyone could possibly need to participate — including alcohol — is readily available near the fountain, courtesy of the Party Demon. ]

Come, little ones. Let us revel in merriment as we make new connections.

[ RULES | SUGGESTED GAMES | TURN-IN ]

wooliefrand

WHO: YOU
WHERE: THE PASTURE
WHEN: DAY 89 MORNING

[As you're walking along as one might do, you'll find a fluffy pile of blue wool just flopped on a pillow, little hooves peeking out, making little sheepy sleepy noises as one does.

However, this is not the only pillow.

There are many pillows.

Many, many pillows.

Be careful, if you touch any of them in any way, you'll suddenly find yourself falling asleep, and you too, will soon be making sheepy sleepy noises...

And you'll wake up in a huge area of pillows and blankets, everyone is in pjs and there's lots of fruit of all kind to snack on.]

manwhofelltoearth

WHO: you
WHERE: pasture
WHEN: day 86, early afternoon

[after y'all have been going for a good while, the Bubble Demon lifts its head from where it's been chilling on a rock, letting out a pleased-sounding chime. another ripple outward from it marks the end of the ritual and the reversion of the pasture: the bubblefied environment goes back to normal, the floating food and drinks vanish, and saying 'Never Have I Ever' stops prompting funny business. the punch-drunk effect on people who triggered it can also vanish, or linger a couple hours after by player preference.

next to the demon, Argent sputters and finally clambers out of a pile of bubbles where he's been buried this whole time:]

Ahem! Well! I think that mostly went great!

Let's see here -- Peony and Rose, you win for BEST HUMOR! Fantastic job!

And Daffodil and Thistle, you win for MOST HEARTFELT! You're the best!

[winning flocks and participating Weeds get the following:

- memory coins
- a bubble for each person, big enough to sit comfortably in someone's hand. this doesn't pop and can be used as a kind of digital (magidigital?) photo frame: you can put in up to 4 (four) still images or five-second snippets of memory of your choice into it, and it'll scroll through them at random intervals. you do have to pick carefully, as once you put a memory in there it is locked in and you can't change it out for a new one.]

Congratulations and I hope this helped ease some stress, heh. If you've got feedback and all, I'm around causing mayhem, larceny, and general havoc!

[AND YOU'RE ALL FREE. go ahead and use this as a postgame mingle if you want!]

manwhofelltoearth

WHO: you
WHERE: around the pasture
WHEN: morning 86

[so how are we doing, everybody? feeling a little more together? feeling a little furry, floaty, or both? well–don’t mind this newer Weed who’s just climbed up on a big rock, clapping his mildly bloody hands together to get your attention.

is that a new demon hovering around him? well–this might as well happen.]

‘Scuse me! I’m Father Argent, if we haven’t previously met. I know this is a little presumptuous and all, but it seems like most people could use a pick-me-up right now? So my friend over here and I have, well, arranged something. I hope you’ll indulge us today!

[and a little ripple of movement goes through the surrounding area, transforming it – the colours of this part of the pasture go pastel, and everything gets bubbly. rocks are now round and bouncy, the grass loses its edges and looks more like a carpet of fat succulents, fences look and feel kinda like pool noodles. you can bounce around without damaging anything, if you build up enough momentum, but even without doing that it’s just…nice to hang out on, soft and springy. there’s also some random clear spheres hanging here and there in the air, filled with small round crunchy snacks and drinks like popcorn, or pork rind and grain puffs, or gummies, or cold water, or weak beer. not enough to fill up on or really get drunk, but something to munch and keep you refreshed.

y’all are stuck here for a bit! and even if you’re not in immediate range or holed up indoors, you might feel the pull to come see what’s up – or simply be teleported into the ritual zone, in a bright popping flurry of bubbles.]

rules | turn-in | winners and prizes

wooliefrand

[Bodies litter the pasture now, as the demons cackle through the air.

The blood that flowed from everyone converges on the paper flower, turning it a bright, disgusting red.

And then--something bursts from it. Another shadowy demonic beast, emerging with unfurled black wings. For those still alive, it looks something like a crow.

Black feathers scatter all over the pasture, and the voices of the demons are overjoyed. "She's returned! She's truly returned! Oh glorious day, our time has come--!"

The beast flies into the sky, easily bypassing the pasture's barrier, and simply....disappears. And with it, the oddities of the ritual.

All the remaining paper withers. and those living can hear a faint voice.

Well done, mortals. Finally you show your worth.

For the most ruthless, Rose, Daffodil, Weeds, Lily, Peony, you have our thanks.

The rest of you. . .what pleasant sacrifices you all made, hahahaHAHAHA!

And it is gone.

[OOC:
WINNERS get revived painlessly, and any special effects incurred are instantly poof, gone! BONUSES WILL BE ANNOUNCED LATER/IN THE MORNING BUT YOU'LL GET SHIT FOR OUR SACRIFICES.

HOWEVER no limbs regrow if you're missing them. You gotta fix that shit yourself.

ETA WINNER BOONS
Each winning team gets the standard memory coins, along with their trees taking on the following changes/sprouting fruit:
Daffodil - Buddha's Hand.
Lily - Cherries
Rose - Pineapple (yes i know shh). But most curiously, their tree blooms into a giant rose. Not a tree with roses, a giant rose flower. It's stem is large enough to be climbed like a tree trunk, and its thorns act as branches. The fruit hands from stray leaves/petals.
Peony - Dragonfruit

WEEDS curiously, will have a strange plant growing on the grounds near their clubhouse. Uh oh are those Avocados?? Sure are.

MINI BONUSES
MOST READY KILL - Daffodil - They receive 50lbs of meat of whatever they desire. This can be a creature from home or just like. a lot of steaks. They will also find that for the next 3 ic days, they will auto-heal from any sort of injury whether they use their powers or not.

MOST 'can you lighten up a bit' - Weeds/Rose. They receive two sets of clothing; one any design in their standard fashion (ripped/suits), but the other can be in ANY STYLE so long as there is a flower of some sort incorporated into it somewhere, no matter how small.

MOST 'aren't you tired of being nice' - Peony - they'll find their Horse ability extended by 24 hours for the next 3 ic days. (tho it does not have to last that long)

MOST Survivor's Guilt - Lily - Ananke gets a knife made of pure silver, but it can be molded into any other kind of weapon.

DAFFODIL, ROSE, AND PEONY also instinctively know they can request a barn upgrade OR a community upgrade (one or the other, and it can't be something that's a deal in progress). Let Ash know what you want by Wednesday so I can incorporate in the next mingle!

Losers - Bluebell, Clover, Thistle. Oh buddies. Any dead MUST be manually put together/fixed by others, and also will incur a Paper Curse. This can either be:
-True words will appear on their body like ink/tattoos at inconvenient times
-They will become Light as Paper for two IC days and thus easily blown away/knocked down
-or have their soul trapped in an origami paper animal and just be that for a day.
SINCE THIS GAME WENT BUCK WILD this will only effect those present.]

wooliefrand

Who: Sheep
Where: The Pasture
When: Day 84 Morning

[Come morning, the sun doesn't rise. Instead, a red blanket coats the sky, and the morning dew drops have been replaced with blood. The paper flowers and paper cut outs are disappearing, but that itself isn't comforting. Seeping from them as they crumple are streams of blood, leaking into ponds and the...encircling wave pool.

More alarmingly, they all seem to lurch toward the center of the pasture and merge, forming a large paper flower. At first, that's it alone, before a large black arm bursts for it, spewing black paper petals--no, feathers??--everywhere.

Even MORE alarmingly, the shadow of some past demons appear. Specifically demon from the very first ritual, the Doctor demon, and the Vengeance demon. You also may have sworn you saw the ghostly image of the Gold demon, but he's dead, right. . .? Well anywho, the point is, some Very Bad demons have gathered. And they all merge with the black paper plant.

Oh hey is that Blossom and Stormy investigating? And Stormy getting ready to zap it--oh wait never mind they've been consumed by a paper venus fly trap. They're probably not dead, just stuck.

Anyway! The main plant is just. . .sitting there in the pasture for now.

Until. . .]

OOC
[Feel free to use this post as a general mingle until game starts tonight! Even if you're not playing you can just go about your day if you wish. It's just a giant flower, hanging out rn. You can laser it, cast fire, freeze it, whatever, it seems invulnerable to damage At the Moment. Same thing that goes for the plant that nommed Blossom and Stormy, if you have life sensing bs or whatever you can tell They're fine, just panicking and indignant respectively. Or go about your day, sure the sky is red and blood is creeping through the grass but like, that's cults for u baby.

Game starts at 8PM EST.

Rooms | Rules | Endgame ]

crittersheep

WHO: Some sheep and you
WHERE: Right in the middle of the pasture
WHEN: Day 83, afternoon

[Two red sheep and one lilac-colored sheep are having a picnic in the shade of a tree. There is a smorgasbord of finger foods laid out over the huge blankets spread over the grass, but even more notable is the frankly unreasonable amount of drinks, both alcoholic and non.]

[They beckon you over as you're passing by.]

"Psst..."

Did you know? Did you know?

There was a demon here just now!

Yeeeeeeeeah...! We ...played a game of *hic* cards! With the drankssssssss...

When we beat him at cards he left all his stuff behind.

Hey! You! Yeah, youuuu! Wanna drink some cards and play some hooch? We got some uuuuuuuuuuh sandwiches too. *hic*

We can't drink this all, so we might as well share.

We got extra cards, too.

*hic*

[Sessions | Turn-in | Mingle | Winners | Endgame]

wooliefrand

WHO: SHEEP
WHERE: PASTURE
WHEN: 81 STUPID LATE THRU 82 EARLY MORN

[hey guys were you all settling in

hahah TOO BAD

suddenly a darkness whips out, stretching from Clover's barn and reaching across the entire pasture, grabbing up anyone who might be in the way.

But it doesn't hurt you. No, instead you find yourselves..........dressed rather swanky. Think scarves, fedoras, gangster aesthetic.

The stars in the sky have been replaced with glittering coins and dice. Even some of the paper flowers reflect this change, the flowers now looking as if they are made from dollar bills and other currency.

And--oh yeah the Gambler Demon is perched on top of Clover's Barn what UP.]

Evenin' folks. Had me a little wager. So let's get to it.

RULES | SIGN UPS | MINGLE | ROUND 1 | Round 2 | round 3 | END GAME

crittersheep

WHO: friends >:(
WHERE: the beach
WHEN: day 79, night

[ you wash up on the beach. ]

[ the flower seems to have...stood up? and it is playing something on its lyre. an ethereal, waterlogged voice sings in accompaniment. ]

You still do not see. How could you?

[ just like before, now that the ritual is over We Many's words no longer feel like a sledgehammer to the skull, though they're still overwhelming and multi-layered - many voices that sing as one. this time, though, they seemingly come straight from the waves themselves. ]

We know. You do not evolve, even when you survive. How could you?

[ and there's a wave of resentment that tinges the words, the bitterness almost like a physical prickling feeling on one's skin. ]

What remains, is a gift. A final peace offering.

[ and then

the "flower" collapses into a pile of unidentified fish meat. and about sixty pounds more washes up on the shore, as the tide recedes.

no booze this time, though. and no healing. mental effects will fade, though...eventually (aka whenever the player wants them to).

there's probably also some barnacles and mussels and stuff stuck to you also whoops ]

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ofwemany

WHO: strangers are just friends We have not devoured yet
WHERE: the beach
WHEN: Day 79, night

[ as the sun sets, there’s a cyan glow throughout the shallows - bioluminescence, seemingly, emitting from some sort of fungal growth that creeps forth. A light fog rolls in, filling the air with a gentle mist, as a chorus begins to sound from the deep.

something large surfaces from the abyss, lurking beyond the fog which grows deeper - the air becomes thicker and harder to breath, and one gets the sense that the room is full of something else, something that’s watching with a billion eyes.

…and then the waves crash with a great intensity, leaving behind a large white-and-blue speckled sea anemone-like flower, large as a strand of kelp. It twitches slightly, as if it was alive but no longer is. next to it lies a barnacle-covered brass lyre.

those not at the beach can still feel the song piercing their mind, hooking into the inside of their skull and pulling them toward it as if they’ve been caught on a fishing line and are being reeled in.

eventually the pressure grows strong enough to cause you to black out, and then - you’re in a cave that might seem a little familiar. this time, there’s no jellyfish in the pools - only tidal dwelling creatures like anemones and urchins and starfish, and various mosses and lichens and corals.

and then there’s the voice. The voice of many, unified into one stream that hammers the inside of your skull - if you can focus, it sounds nearly like a whalesong, yet wholly and entirely different.

still—through it all, you can strain to understand: ]

The dead branch, has summoned you.

To understand. As if, there is anything more We need to understand, about you.

We know what you have taught us. We remember. But We do not wish to speak.

We wish, to teach.

Experience what We know, and We will meet. One day, soon, when Our song is no louder than yours.

But do not disappoint. Remember. Remember. Remember.

Everything that happens, happens because of you.

IC RULES | OOC RULES | ROOMS | RESULTS

crittersheep

WHO: YOU
WHERE: ?????
WHEN: NIGHT 77

It’s a normal day in the pasture. The sun’s shining, the birds are singing and oh great googly moogly you’re late for work! Where’s work? There’s work! Which is to say, wherever you were before, you find yourself sitting in a small meeting room with your flock. Through the glass windows you can see little imps running around before a ram-skulled one in a button up shirt, suspenders and slacks bursts into the office.

“Listen up! We’re runnin’ behind today, and the news has been TOO SLOW. Somethin’ about “CR month” or whatever- we need stories and we need ‘em now- the station’s goin’ live ASAP. Make somethin’ up, the stars need somethin’ to talk about! NOW GET TO IT!”

… And then the demon is gone, and your weed comes in, dressed similarly with a notepad. Welcome your editor, folks.

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