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[personal profile] 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 ]
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[personal profile] crittersheep
WHO: Roses and some weeds
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: Day 100

[It is a beautiful day and a handful of weirdos are performing a rite somewhere near you. No, it is not announced beforehand. No, it is not explained to you. You’re just sitting there, minding your own business, when the involved parties suddenly start acting out a play right there in front of god and everyone. You may interact with the performers and attempt to affect the story if you like. Otherwise they are just doing their thing right in front of your salad.]

Dramatis Personae

Queen Belle ... the fairest one of all
Princess Flare ... the Queen’s only daughter
Advisor Warden ... the Queen’s right hand
Reverence ... the evil wizard
Azdaja ... the wizard’s henchdragon
Leviathan ... the sea witch
Your Name ... fairy of the meadows
Edgelord ... the dashing hero
[personal profile] wants_the_phd
WHO: Roses and ?
WHERE: Chateau Rosė
WHEN: Day 93

[In the end, the only thing that got hurt was our feelings]
manwhofelltoearth: (the price of meat has just gone up.)
[personal profile] 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
manwhofelltoearth: (the kids are all right.)
[personal profile] 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: (Default)
[personal profile] wooliefrand
WHO: SHEEP
WHERE:THE PASTURE
WHEN: 85, late afternoon thru evening

[Normalcy is returning to the pasture! Or at least maybe you hope it is! Blossom can be found still cleaning up the last bits of blood in the grass so it looks nice and not-ominous anymore!! Well at least til she stabs herself lightly.]

Stupid--incomprehensible demons--don't they know what I'm trying to accomplish here!! All that violence and--now there's a freaking robot of me?? Ugh!

[the blood seeps into some flowers before turning into some dandelions and--POOF. Puffy dandelions float through the sky this evening! If you touch one, you will either A) be granted the gift of floating for a few hours or B) You get a fluffy appendage of your choice for a few hours (ears, tail, wings). Just a nice little distraction. . .but one ends up touching Blossom and now she is floating away. Welp. goodbye don't mind her yelling. The dandelions and their effects will disappear by morning (or sometime day 86 idc it's for fun)


THAT ASIDE, you might see some new faces falling from the sky this evening. Make them feel welcome! Or not! No one is the boss of you!!


Lastly, some Flocks' will feel their barns rumble slightly before new additions are added:

Daffodil: Inexplicably, downstairs is an inside atrium like room. It's far bigger than it should be, and somehow has an abundance of plants, rocks for sunbathing, and sunshine itself (though a well hidden knob can also switch it to "nighttime"). You even get the ambiance of critter noises. Hell there are even a few small animals like lizards and bugs you can hunt. Enrichment! There is also a grotto that doubles as a private bath, with self cleaning, steaming mineral water that connects to smaller streams running thru the atrium.

It's big enough to comfortably fit say, a chimera. Said Chimera can enter the room from inside or outside, as a pressure sensitive hidden door will allow any Daffodil in. Think of like a garage door but more majestic. It also include a waterslide form their normal bathroom and of course, normal stairs.

Rose: The main room of the barn is now a two-story library with a Dark Academia vibe, featuring books from the worlds of the resident Roses. Red velvet couches and wing-backed chairs face a huge fireplace that’s perfect for brooding over, and a huge and ornate gold-framed oil portrait of Vera is mounted over the mantle, along with a fist-sized diamond. The high ceiling has shutters that can be drawn to reveal a massive, domed skylight edged with stained-glass roses to let light into the room during the day, and at night the room is gently illuminated by the goth chandelier above and various iron sconces and candelabras along the walls. Nestled between the twin staircases that lead to the upper floors, the flock's Crystal Rose is displayed on a podium-shaped fountain. The trickling water and faceted petals catch the twinkling light of the candles and fireplace.

Here and there across both floors are reading nooks and desks for study, and the bedroom doors can be optionally hidden behind sliding bookcases and secret panels. Also of note in this room are lots of spooky glowing crystals of all sizes and colors tucked on the shelves along with the books, and a standing chalkboard on wheels can be rolled out of its nook for giving lectures and devising schemes.

Peony: And Peony just gets a really sweet bathroom. Half of it is fancy pink marble, with a large, elaborate bathtub, sink and mirrors, separate toilet, and both a personal and giant walk-in shower (just in case you feel like going in as a horse). Off to the side is also a mini spa/lounge area just for taking the edge off. The other half is covered in pink plush, and all the decor is peonies and/or cowboy themed.

The plush side also houses in-unit washers and dryers, as well as dry cleaning and other clothing specific utilities.]

avoca-do

Jun. 9th, 2024 09:04 am
[personal profile] soulsurvivore
WHO: weeds
WHERE: weed clubhouse
WHEN: day 84

[ our bad behavior was rewarded with avocados. ]
wooliefrand: (Default)
[personal profile] 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: (Default)
[personal profile] 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
wooliefrand: (Default)
[personal profile] wooliefrand
WHO: Sheep/Anyone within the pasture
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 81 - Mingle

[GOOD MORNING/AFTERNOON WHATEVER what a lovely day, the Eye is closed and the antlers aren't glowing with WARNING LIGHTS, all your local NPCs are back at work and it's just a nice pleasant day in the pastu--

Did the sky just turn black for a second??

And then it's normal again. Nothing weird about THAT.

What is weird though, is among the pasture, while most is the same, you'll find that some flowers in the grass, and some fruits in the trees...........are made of paper. Cardboard. Hm. Additionally

More alarmingly, some characters may see cardboard cutouts of loved ones from their past (or present), "walking" around the pasture, however, they will only repeat simple, short stock phrases over and over again. There may be multiple of them, there may be just one. Weird!!

And finally EVEN WEIRDER, should anyone sniff at the paper flowers/fruit, they will find part of their body slowly turning into paper as well. This can be an Entire body part or just partial, but either way, that body part will be as weak and susceptible to the elements as normal paper. Better watch out for water or fire!!

Hey is it getting cloudy? Will it possibly rain later? Hahahaha don't worry about it.

That said, all weeds will instinctively know how to reverse the paper problem. The victim has to forge a Contract with someone off flock to transfer their ailment to them in exchange for a favor or deal that must be fulfilled. Ideally, it would be to form a contract with a Weed (who are immune to the paper effects), though anyone off Flock is valid, you'll just be transferring the paper curse to them.


Anyway, Red is outside his shop, tapping his chin. He seems unbothered. ]


Hm! Maybe should have hooked him up with a different one, keeheehee.

[Anyway are there newbies?? Go along with whatevs you had going on!]

[ooc: there have been shenanigans
'Paper' curses will be in effect for at least the next couple weeks or so, so players are free to engage or ignore as convenient
but one thing that is unskippable is that only the 'contracts' can reverse any effects, and only weeds are immune to paper curses!
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[personal profile] debug_mode
WHO: the weeds
WHERE: the weeds clubhouse, of course!
WHEN: Day 80, idk, sometime after the mingle but not too late in the day.

[There was a ritual that was terrifying, so that called for a meeting.]

Okay, everyone! There was a ritual yesterday, which was actually rather terrifying. Only myself and Apple were present, so it's no surprise if you didn't know about it.

[a little bit of a sigh and nervous shrug.]

That said, I can see we've got a few new faces and maybe some old who don't know the patterns. You may not know what to expect if you appear at, or are otherwise summoned to a ritual and are expected to participate. So, listen to me. I've been around for a while. I can help you prepare.

[she clears her throat!]

Rituals for weeds split up into several types. The first type is "we weeds are separate and apart from the sheep, the sheep are doing the work." The second type is "we weeds are placed in the same situation as the sheep, we share in their situation and possibly their punishment." The second type was practically unheard of until after every flock needed to travel into the mist to save a hostage. However, it does exist. These can be 'fun' and harmless, or very dangerous. The harmless ones are more social in nature, and are usually a free-for-all. For example, a ritual where everyone was a bartender and we were given the chance to judge every flock for their talents at mixing drinks.

Let's split these up further. In the case of the first type, there are two other types of rituals. "Those we passively watch as spectators," and "those we can actively influence." They're both equally common. The first usually includes some sort of predicting or 'betting' element, where if we predict what the sheep are going to do, we get a reward. But, ones where we simply watch all the way through are possible, too. As for the second, it can be a universal "we can change things to be more difficult, or possibly easier, for the sheep," or a limited "you can choose to give the sheep an obstacle."

You may have noticed the sheep that 'win' get rewarded after the ritual is over, even if it is just 'everyone revives and is no longer injured.' With us, we tend to get a 'participation' award no matter what we do. There have been exceptions, and they're generally speaking rewards for being more... 'active'.

[She lets that hang there.]

At any rate, I don't think the sheep realized at first what, or who, was altering rituals, or if it was even happening. But, they're aware weeds have their own roles in rituals now. So, if you're in a situation where you know you hold a great amount of power, possibly over life and death, and that you're anonymous, and that therefore there's absolutely no consequences for how you use it... try to be responsible? Ahaha...

[she said, guiltily.]

...Anyway! I hope that helps you understand more about weeds roles in rituals. If you take away anything, it should maybe be this: be glad you're not a sheep, because you're a lot less likely to die or be maimed.

Oh, and that our consolation prizes are usually alcohol. Which you can use, or trade as you see fit.

Thanks for the listen. Good luck, and let's be careful out there. It's a dangerous world.

[General post for weeds! Feel free to ignore Your Name's speech and have your own thread, at whatever time or place around the clubhouse.]
[personal profile] doggonemad
WHO: lots of people!!
WHERE: performing arts center / community center
WHEN: day 73 (forward dated)

[ TODAY. On this fine day, there are things happening over at the new performing arts center. Invites were sent out earlier, either shoved under the doors of various flock barns or given to a couple Weeds to distribute amongst the rest. Anyone who would want to attend or be even remotely interested has a reason to be there if they so desire!

“There” is, of course, the new performing arts center. Clover has managed to hang up various cute music themed decorations throughout the karaoke bar, the halls, and in the “theater” part proper. The karaoke bar has tables set up with food, including a place where you can leave food that you’ve decided to bring if that is a thing. A Clover sheep wearing a party hat is sitting nearby acting as a DJ, playing a playlist that Lyra has thoroughly curated — unless someone decides to do karaoke, of course. Another table has been set up for gifts, with a small pile growing bit by bit.

In the theater, there’s a cute little photo booth set up on the stage with a polaroid camera nearby for picture taking purposes. A couple green sheep are chilling in here manning the photo booth and maybe munching on party streamers. It’s fine.

Come celebrate! And hang! And maybe surprise the birthday girl when she makes her way over . . . ]

eeey

Mar. 27th, 2024 01:08 am
wooliefrand: (Default)
[personal profile] wooliefrand
WHO: Sheep
WHERE: About
WHEN: Day 69

[nice]

[this is a mingle/catch all]
debug_mode: (Default)
[personal profile] debug_mode
WHO: WEEDS
WHERE: Weeds Clubhouse
WHEN: After game, day 66 or even day 67, whatever, I'm not your mom.

[ It was another ritual where the weeds were forced to participate among the flocks, but how well did each person come out?

At any rate, Your Name seems to be organizing something. ]
[personal profile] crittersheep
WHO: all y'all
WHERE: anywhere
WHEN: Day 66 evening through Day 67 morning

[ Things just keep happening. And after— whatever that was, it seems most people have retreated to their barns, so it's quiet! Is anyone even feeling up to shenanigans at this point?

anyway what's up, is anyone doing anything stupid tonight. how are we, fam. ]
[personal profile] wants_the_phd
Who: Anyone and everyone, plus at least one new corpse
Where: Safely back in the pasture
When: Day 65

[Some things have occurred and now the mist be like:



Probably nothing to worry about, though.

Anyway, how's your day?]
[personal profile] wants_the_phd
WHO: Adventurers
WHERE: Beyond the edge of the mist
WHEN: idk, we'll figure it out later

[It's a frosty morning at the edge of the outer pasture, where some intrepid explorers are about to dive into the mist in pursuit of herbs.]
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[personal profile] wooliefrand
WHO: Sheep
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 63, evening

[as the sun sets, one might briefly spot Blossom waddling around, muttering to herself:]

People are werewolves and keep going into the mist and now there are MORE WEEDS I need a break--!!

[what is she talking about? Well, no time to ask as she STABS HERSELF, letting the blood seep into a lone star shaped flower. Before anyone can investigate, the flowers glows, and then takes off like a rocket, shooting off into the sky, aaaand knocking Blossom away as it does so. You might hear a distant waaaaah!! as she's blasted off.

Anyway, that flower! It eventually explodes into the sky like a firework, disappearing. The surrounding stars in the night sky begin to twinkle far more brightly, and both moon' glow so warmly that you wouldn't even need a light to navigate the pasture or meadow this night.

More importantly though, if you stare up into the sky, the stars seem to be moving--dancing. And not randomly. They form very distinct constellations of people or places, playing out a brief scene (no more than a few minutes ) of a happy moment related to anyone looking up at the sky.

Maybe you'll see something familiar. Or you'll see something you might need to explain to others. Or you ain't got time for this shit and got other stuff on the agenda.]
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[personal profile] wooliefrand
WHO: SHEEP
WHERE: THE FOUNTAIN
WHEN: MORNING 63

[GOOOOD MORNING. As you wake up, you might notice your field sheep all flocking to the fountain. It seems they have decided today is an OFFERING DAY to their new saviours!! Go to the fountain, and you'll find a. . .variety of gifts left at your appropriate crystal flower, as Blossom stands off to the side face in hands.

But as you do, you will also notice that the eye on the fountain is now open. Willfully, at least.

But ALSO ALSO, blink and you miss it, depsite it being morning, the sky briefly flickers to night?? But then it flicks back to morning. Weird. Don't worry about it.

ANYWAY wow some new people showed up last night/yesterday right?? Well even MORE may be appearing now. Watch out from the sky!!

Finally, since most are gathered near the fountain, Daisy left out a table of morning treats. Just milk, cocoa, coffee, and some egg tarts. However, the egg tarts might hit you with a special effect--compelling you to greet someone enthusiastically. That's it, no other effect, Daisy ain't sketchy. But she is big on manners.

But that aside, how are you all this sheepy day??]
finalefantasy: bird (γ the fisherman starboard.)
[personal profile] finalefantasy
WHO: you
WHERE: wherever
WHEN: afternoon into evening 61

[the spring thaw continues! how's that scent of fresh wet grass and the sounds of critters popping back up, huh?

towards evening, there's another strange smell on the breeze (ozone? oleander?) and a soft flurry of tiny dark feathers blown into the pasture and meadow.

if they happen to land on you, you may have a weird moment where you experience the perspective of some other, non-sentient creature in the area -- a squirrel scratching about in a nearby tree, for example, or a frog swimming in one of the team ponds, or one of the local songbirds stretching its wings and digging for worms.

it's harmless, and might be interesting, but it's also briefly disorienting. try not to fall on your face or into the lazy river.]