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Dream a Lil Dream
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wooliefrandWHO: Anyone But Especially Weeds
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 51-ish
[everything is great and everyone you know continues to make great decisions, which is also great! it's a good thing that weird events in the pasture never do anything bad to anyone.
in the meantime, Blossom has dragged this sausage creature with a mushroom in its mouth out from behind a rock. there appears to be a portal of pure darkness ripped into being behind its head, so if you want to like... astral project into that, or just... step into it, honestly...
you're welcome to...?]
(((ooc: This is an Optional Mini Adventure for any Sheep that want to glance at Luck's dream fuckery AND a Weeds only. Thing .
Flock members go here! for you, this is just a short little "comment to receive goodies" sign up, but you might get a nugget of information too.
Weeds go here, there's a special adventure for you today ✨)))
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 51-ish
[everything is great and everyone you know continues to make great decisions, which is also great! it's a good thing that weird events in the pasture never do anything bad to anyone.
in the meantime, Blossom has dragged this sausage creature with a mushroom in its mouth out from behind a rock. there appears to be a portal of pure darkness ripped into being behind its head, so if you want to like... astral project into that, or just... step into it, honestly...
you're welcome to...?]
(((ooc: This is an Optional Mini Adventure for any Sheep that want to glance at Luck's dream fuckery AND a Weeds only. Thing .
Flock members go here! for you, this is just a short little "comment to receive goodies" sign up, but you might get a nugget of information too.
Weeds go here, there's a special adventure for you today ✨)))
wooliefrandWHO: Everyone
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 51, Morning
[GOOOOOD MORNING. It's still a bit chilly out, despite it being sunny, and there's still flurries here and there. All fairly normal and pleasant. Maybe you're out stretching, or collecting the morning milk delivery, or tending to your gardens and sheep. All is peaceful and quiet in the serene pasture.
Until, from the mist, something zips out. An arrow of sorts. It shoots through the air at lightning speed, its target suddenly obvious as it strikes a large landmark in the center of town--the eye of the fountain.
If you weren't awake already, the sudden painful howl from death might do the trick.
Its wail doesn't last, but the eye IS open now. . .by force? The eye seems to be being held open by strange, smokey claws. They are semi tangible, but probably you don't want to touch them.
But wait, that's not all! The ground rumbles a bit before settling? A minor quake? Who knows. But more importantly, in both the pasture within the fence and the meadow, strange mushrooms begin to pop up. Occasionally they shoot out pollen and spores, and drift through the air. They can be picked, but after a few hours, two seem to grow back in their place, so be careful with that.
DANG WONDER WHAT ALL IS GOING ON--oh hey there's Blossom? She's carrying a small basket of biscuits in her mouth along with. . .Bluebell's Shepherd Staff? wuh oh.]
Every~thing is gonna be okay~
. . .
[stares at the mushroom and the eye and]
WHAT IS HAPPENING???
[NOTES:
MUSHROOMS
If you get hit by by the spores, one of three effects are available:
-Level 1, minor effect - No outward effects but plagued with horrible, realistic nightmares to the point of preferring to try to stay awake
-Level 2, Fear Hallucinations; you suddenly see hallucinations of things you fear
-Level 3, Intense feelings of hatred for any particular person suddenly come to the surface/take over, making you prone to violence
Additionally If anyone eats, licks, or otherwise deliberately excessively inhales mushroom spores, let me know *immediately* as it will trigger something unskippable for you. ETA N/M THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS LMAO
Note that these can be avoided by just saying whoops ur character didn't get close to one golly. These effects can lessen over time at your convenience but won't disappear completely until you cure them--how? That's up to yall! MAKE UP A FEAR ANTIDOTE. Ping me if your character tries something and I will yay or nay it.
There is ALSO a source of the mushrooms, but to find it, Stuff will need to happen.
THE EYE
If you try to touch the creepy mist hands, you will instantly pass out unconscious, feel zapped, or feel your heart skip a beat. Don't push your luck for now, but they CAN be removed. How again? Characters will have to make up a way ICly; though in this case a solution won't be approved til oocly after the 15th.
SOME IC INFO ABOUT MUSHROOMS
STORMY ON THE EYE
BLOSSOM AND BLUEBELL
ping me with any questions!!]
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 51, Morning
[GOOOOOD MORNING. It's still a bit chilly out, despite it being sunny, and there's still flurries here and there. All fairly normal and pleasant. Maybe you're out stretching, or collecting the morning milk delivery, or tending to your gardens and sheep. All is peaceful and quiet in the serene pasture.
Until, from the mist, something zips out. An arrow of sorts. It shoots through the air at lightning speed, its target suddenly obvious as it strikes a large landmark in the center of town--the eye of the fountain.
If you weren't awake already, the sudden painful howl from death might do the trick.
Its wail doesn't last, but the eye IS open now. . .by force? The eye seems to be being held open by strange, smokey claws. They are semi tangible, but probably you don't want to touch them.
But wait, that's not all! The ground rumbles a bit before settling? A minor quake? Who knows. But more importantly, in both the pasture within the fence and the meadow, strange mushrooms begin to pop up. Occasionally they shoot out pollen and spores, and drift through the air. They can be picked, but after a few hours, two seem to grow back in their place, so be careful with that.
DANG WONDER WHAT ALL IS GOING ON--oh hey there's Blossom? She's carrying a small basket of biscuits in her mouth along with. . .Bluebell's Shepherd Staff? wuh oh.]
Every~thing is gonna be okay~
. . .
[stares at the mushroom and the eye and]
WHAT IS HAPPENING???
[NOTES:
MUSHROOMS
If you get hit by by the spores, one of three effects are available:
-Level 1, minor effect - No outward effects but plagued with horrible, realistic nightmares to the point of preferring to try to stay awake
-Level 2, Fear Hallucinations; you suddenly see hallucinations of things you fear
-Level 3, Intense feelings of hatred for any particular person suddenly come to the surface/take over, making you prone to violence
Additionally If anyone eats, licks, or otherwise deliberately excessively inhales mushroom spores, let me know *immediately* as it will trigger something unskippable for you. ETA N/M THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS LMAO
Note that these can be avoided by just saying whoops ur character didn't get close to one golly. These effects can lessen over time at your convenience but won't disappear completely until you cure them--how? That's up to yall! MAKE UP A FEAR ANTIDOTE. Ping me if your character tries something and I will yay or nay it.
There is ALSO a source of the mushrooms, but to find it, Stuff will need to happen.
THE EYE
If you try to touch the creepy mist hands, you will instantly pass out unconscious, feel zapped, or feel your heart skip a beat. Don't push your luck for now, but they CAN be removed. How again? Characters will have to make up a way ICly; though in this case a solution won't be approved til oocly after the 15th.
SOME IC INFO ABOUT MUSHROOMS
STORMY ON THE EYE
BLOSSOM AND BLUEBELL
ping me with any questions!!]
wooliefrandWHO: Sheep
WHERE: Pasture
WHEN: Morning 45
[well SOME people had a rowdy night. all alcohol aside from what weeds horded is gone now. hope you managed to like, find a place to sleep eventually cuz it sure got colder. And...it snowed?? Sort of!
-HALF OF THE PASTURE/MEADOW IS COVERED IN SOFT FLUFFY SNOW. What half? Idk! It'll change every day. Maybe your barn is covered in a thick blanket of snow, or maybe just certain buildings. You could have a picnic in the meadow where it's literally half white blanket half sweet green grass.
-The Lake's Surface is Frozen Solid. This will remain consistent! If you want to fish or otherwise swim in the lake, you'll have to cut or melt a hole in the surface. The Beach remains normal aside from patches of snow as well.
-But most importantly there will be random light flurries on and off through the day, even if the sun is shining. But you might notice bigger, fluffier, snowflakes, the size of a palm occasionally. If one of these falls on you, you will suddenly find yourself launched toward the nearest person, and you'll be bound by fluffy snow. A fluffy Get-Along-Sweater, if you will. The snow-sweater will not melt until you've had a proper conversation together. These snowflakes are easy to dodge though, but will remain through the month.
Otherwise, the sheep of the pasture all don little mini wool sweaters and hats. Feel free to steal from them if you need to. Also the EYE...................is still closed. Hm. Well, enjoy that.]
WHERE: Pasture
WHEN: Morning 45
[well SOME people had a rowdy night. all alcohol aside from what weeds horded is gone now. hope you managed to like, find a place to sleep eventually cuz it sure got colder. And...it snowed?? Sort of!
-HALF OF THE PASTURE/MEADOW IS COVERED IN SOFT FLUFFY SNOW. What half? Idk! It'll change every day. Maybe your barn is covered in a thick blanket of snow, or maybe just certain buildings. You could have a picnic in the meadow where it's literally half white blanket half sweet green grass.
-The Lake's Surface is Frozen Solid. This will remain consistent! If you want to fish or otherwise swim in the lake, you'll have to cut or melt a hole in the surface. The Beach remains normal aside from patches of snow as well.
-But most importantly there will be random light flurries on and off through the day, even if the sun is shining. But you might notice bigger, fluffier, snowflakes, the size of a palm occasionally. If one of these falls on you, you will suddenly find yourself launched toward the nearest person, and you'll be bound by fluffy snow. A fluffy Get-Along-Sweater, if you will. The snow-sweater will not melt until you've had a proper conversation together. These snowflakes are easy to dodge though, but will remain through the month.
Otherwise, the sheep of the pasture all don little mini wool sweaters and hats. Feel free to steal from them if you need to. Also the EYE...................is still closed. Hm. Well, enjoy that.]
drankle mangle (cw: alcohol/intoxication)
Nov. 27th, 2023 10:56 pmworsethingshappenWHO: unlucky friends
WHERE: in an ever-expanding radius around the lazy river,,,
WHEN: Day 44, early evening into night
[ you might not have noticed, but for the past several days, the lazy river has had an exciting (life-sized) addition. there's only enough room for three people to crowd onto the deck, but those observing from a distance can identify that it and the waterslide are currently taken up by a whole bunch of wobbly birds, several empty kegs, some broken glass, a wobbly upset snake, and a wildly gesticulating (and none too stable) asshole with bags under their eyes. ]
OF COURSE WE NEED MORE! LADY FEATHERS ISN'T DRUNK ENOUGH YET!
[ this appeal appears to be getting an argument, but suddenly, with a pop, another keg appears and the snake falls over. the asshole hands the snake a glass, takes another drink themselves, throws their own glass on the deck so it shatters, and punches the air with a whoop.
all the birds wobble again, in unison. several fall over, and a ripple of something begins to spread out in a slow wave from the boat. ]
---
((( ooc: DRANK POST! if you enter the AoE for Teleute's GETTING PLASTERED BY PROXY, choose or roll for any combination of the following effects--
BLACKOUT - Everything goes completely dark, and you can't see. Don't fall into the lazy river!
TIPSY TURVY - You physically can't keep your balance, and everything around you is swimming. (Still probably don't want to fall into the lazy river!)
CHEERFUL DRUNK - Everything is great. That guy over there? Great. This pasture? Great. That sheep? Great. The uncontrollable urge to giggle? Amazing.
TALKY DRUNK - Your head feels all muddled up, so you can't resist the urge to ramble about whatever you're thinking...
SAD DRUNK - Everything is terrible. You're terrible. You want to cry. You just tripped over something and no one has ever been so sad about it in the history of the world.
FEISTY DRUNK - ARE YOU GONNA LET THEM TALK TO YOU LIKE THAT????????? HUH???????????????????
REVENGE OF THE DANCING PINK ELEPHANTS - You are probably hallucinating, but whatever boss fight you just conjured for yourself and your friends needs to be fought anyway. Or maybe you ARE an endboss, with magic lasers? Please link your choice of Final Fantasy battle theme.
D̷O̴N̵'̶T̴ ̷F̸A̷L̷L̶ ̸I̵N̴T̵O̵ ̸T̸H̸E̴ ̴L̷A̵Z̶Y̸ ̷R̷I̷V̸E̶R̴ - it's
cold
you don't know what's down there, do you
your responsible parties are over here... if you can reach them. enjoy your hangover tomorrow, kids. )))
WHERE: in an ever-expanding radius around the lazy river,,,
WHEN: Day 44, early evening into night
[ you might not have noticed, but for the past several days, the lazy river has had an exciting (life-sized) addition. there's only enough room for three people to crowd onto the deck, but those observing from a distance can identify that it and the waterslide are currently taken up by a whole bunch of wobbly birds, several empty kegs, some broken glass, a wobbly upset snake, and a wildly gesticulating (and none too stable) asshole with bags under their eyes. ]
OF COURSE WE NEED MORE! LADY FEATHERS ISN'T DRUNK ENOUGH YET!
[ this appeal appears to be getting an argument, but suddenly, with a pop, another keg appears and the snake falls over. the asshole hands the snake a glass, takes another drink themselves, throws their own glass on the deck so it shatters, and punches the air with a whoop.
all the birds wobble again, in unison. several fall over, and a ripple of something begins to spread out in a slow wave from the boat. ]
---
((( ooc: DRANK POST! if you enter the AoE for Teleute's GETTING PLASTERED BY PROXY, choose or roll for any combination of the following effects--
cold
you don't know what's down there, do you
your responsible parties are over here... if you can reach them. enjoy your hangover tomorrow, kids. )))
RITUAL 14 - THE HORS RITUAL
Oct. 26th, 2023 06:34 pmwooliefrandWHO: Sheep
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Morning Day 40
[GOOD MORNING, DEAR SHEEP. There is still no morning shower. Hm.
Well nevermind that! Just go about your morning business, all is good. Just another day in sheep land--wait is that a horse???
Well, not exactly. A steed made of dirt of shadows gallops in the distance in the meadow, before suddenly leaping over the fence, still running at high, urgent speed.
Right toward Blossom!]
Huh? Wait is that a horse--ACK!
[The horse immediately kicks her right in the face, sending that sheep body flying, and bleeding against a barn. The dirt horse then paws and kicks at the ground. Is it making a rune? UH OH.
IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, THE SKY IS TURNING RED. And this time, a doctor-like ram demon rises from the flames of the rune, floating in the air, scanning the area. Soon, it speaks.]
Curious. The priestess is unconscious. Why have I been summoned to this place?
[The horse proceeds to make. . .dirt horse noises. . .the demon nods.]
I see. Very well, I never turn away a patient.
However.
I will need some assistance.
[a snap of his fingers. A mix of roots and suture threads erupt from the ground slinking at blinding speed and grabbing any flock members that might just be minding their business. Maybe you're lucky enough to be missed, or you get snagged and dragged in later. In any case--surgery time!]
[ooc: RULES | GEN MINGLE | TURN IN/INTERMISSIONS |DAFF BLUEBELL CLOVER LILY THISTLE ROSE
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Morning Day 40
[GOOD MORNING, DEAR SHEEP. There is still no morning shower. Hm.
Well nevermind that! Just go about your morning business, all is good. Just another day in sheep land--wait is that a horse???
Well, not exactly. A steed made of dirt of shadows gallops in the distance in the meadow, before suddenly leaping over the fence, still running at high, urgent speed.
Right toward Blossom!]
Huh? Wait is that a horse--ACK!
[The horse immediately kicks her right in the face, sending that sheep body flying, and bleeding against a barn. The dirt horse then paws and kicks at the ground. Is it making a rune? UH OH.
IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, THE SKY IS TURNING RED. And this time, a doctor-like ram demon rises from the flames of the rune, floating in the air, scanning the area. Soon, it speaks.]
Curious. The priestess is unconscious. Why have I been summoned to this place?
[The horse proceeds to make. . .dirt horse noises. . .the demon nods.]
I see. Very well, I never turn away a patient.
However.
I will need some assistance.
[a snap of his fingers. A mix of roots and suture threads erupt from the ground slinking at blinding speed and grabbing any flock members that might just be minding their business. Maybe you're lucky enough to be missed, or you get snagged and dragged in later. In any case--surgery time!]
[ooc: RULES | GEN MINGLE | TURN IN/INTERMISSIONS |DAFF BLUEBELL CLOVER LILY THISTLE ROSE
stirthebloodWHO: Weeds + ... visitors? passers-by? unknowable eldritch presences?
WHERE: Weeds clubhouse
WHEN: Day 39 afternoon ~ Day 40
[Some of us live here! And occasionally do the things you do when you are living a place! Or whatever other stuff you have got going on!]
WHERE: Weeds clubhouse
WHEN: Day 39 afternoon ~ Day 40
[Some of us live here! And occasionally do the things you do when you are living a place! Or whatever other stuff you have got going on!]
wooliefrandWHO: Baa
WHERE: Baa
WHEN: Baa (Morning 39 thru Afternoon]
[CHILL THE FUCK OUT OCTOBER PERSISTS, EVEN AS YOU ALL PROCEED TO UNCHILL YOURSELVES
notably, it does not rain this morning. huh!! those monster lights are still flitting about tho. have at]
WHERE: Baa
WHEN: Baa (Morning 39 thru Afternoon]
[CHILL THE FUCK OUT OCTOBER PERSISTS, EVEN AS YOU ALL PROCEED TO UNCHILL YOURSELVES
notably, it does not rain this morning. huh!! those monster lights are still flitting about tho. have at]
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Oct. 14th, 2023 07:58 pmsecondbornsunWHO: daffodil
WHERE: daffodil
WHEN: post-game
[ WE WON AND WE BROUGHT BACK MEAT (????) AND MEMORY COINS.
also some of us have the ghost of hotcat's past yelling in our heads. sorry for your lots ]
WHERE: daffodil
WHEN: post-game
[ WE WON AND WE BROUGHT BACK MEAT (????) AND MEMORY COINS.
also some of us have the ghost of hotcat's past yelling in our heads. sorry for your lots ]
crittersheepWHO: All y’all!
WHERE: The pasture!
WHEN: Day 38, high noon
[ dang! it’s been a while since any of the little empty-vessel sheep gained sentience and personalities, right? well . . . today you might find yourself pulled towards the fountain area in the middle of the meadow, where two little Rose sheep are very active, very aware, and capering on the rim of the fountain! one is wearing a headband with fake kitty ears and the other is wearing a headband with fake puppy ears.
also there is blood on the ground and they have fully summoned a demon already, each twin patting the head of the respective animal they favor. oops. there's two large, empty pet food bowls sitting on the ground in front of them as well, which is a little weird.
they speak in unison:]
“Did you know; did you know?”
[the cat-eared one smiles, very sharp.]
"Some rituals lately had a bit of a bite--wouldn't you say, Tot?"
[the dog-eared one is more... well, hangdog, though you think it might be exaggerating a little.]
"It's so easy to let yourself get distracted by emotions..."
"That's no excuse, Tot! All that energy, all that conflict--for what? Nothing serious happened."
"How could there have been…? There was… no food involved. At all."
"Eeeeexactlyyyyyy!!"
[the cat-eared sheep hisses. the dog-eared one staggers in despair and looks on mournfully, little sheep hoof held up earnestly over its heart.]
"...what if they had a reminder of what's really worth fighting for, Tater?"
"You don't think-- the food bowl-- they might really-- after a thousand years?!"
"Take a deep breath…! Even waiting since the beginning of the universe, we remember what's important…”
[and, once again together:]
"We're all made of meat!"
[they beam at you, little fangies prominently on display.]
"--oh yeah, if you didn’t catch it, my name’s Tater! Meow!"
"And my name’s Tot… woof…!"
"Do your best; the CatDog Demon is very hungry! Eeheeheehee!"
RULES | ROOMS | ENDGAME | WINNERS & PRIZES & PENALTIES
WHERE: The pasture!
WHEN: Day 38, high noon
[ dang! it’s been a while since any of the little empty-vessel sheep gained sentience and personalities, right? well . . . today you might find yourself pulled towards the fountain area in the middle of the meadow, where two little Rose sheep are very active, very aware, and capering on the rim of the fountain! one is wearing a headband with fake kitty ears and the other is wearing a headband with fake puppy ears.
also there is blood on the ground and they have fully summoned a demon already, each twin patting the head of the respective animal they favor. oops. there's two large, empty pet food bowls sitting on the ground in front of them as well, which is a little weird.
they speak in unison:]
“Did you know; did you know?”
[the cat-eared one smiles, very sharp.]
"Some rituals lately had a bit of a bite--wouldn't you say, Tot?"
[the dog-eared one is more... well, hangdog, though you think it might be exaggerating a little.]
"It's so easy to let yourself get distracted by emotions..."
"That's no excuse, Tot! All that energy, all that conflict--for what? Nothing serious happened."
"How could there have been…? There was… no food involved. At all."
"Eeeeexactlyyyyyy!!"
[the cat-eared sheep hisses. the dog-eared one staggers in despair and looks on mournfully, little sheep hoof held up earnestly over its heart.]
"...what if they had a reminder of what's really worth fighting for, Tater?"
"You don't think-- the food bowl-- they might really-- after a thousand years?!"
"Take a deep breath…! Even waiting since the beginning of the universe, we remember what's important…”
[and, once again together:]
"We're all made of meat!"
[they beam at you, little fangies prominently on display.]
"--oh yeah, if you didn’t catch it, my name’s Tater! Meow!"
"And my name’s Tot… woof…!"
"Do your best; the CatDog Demon is very hungry! Eeheeheehee!"