crescentview | dec event overflow.

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prologue

You awake to find yourself in a bed that creaks with your every movement, motes of dust flitting about the sparsely lit room. Whether you wake alone or with another by your side, you exit the worn-down building to find yourself on an old, abandoned farm. It isn’t long before a familiar voice lilts in your ears, carried to you on the breeze—

“Hurry over to the town square. Chop chop!”

Whether you go willingly or find your feet inexplicably compelled to trudge into town makes no difference. Once you arrive, you find yourself surrounded by a small ocean of new faces— some confused, some angered, and others quite chipper. At the center of the crowd is a bright-eyed woman with an otherworldly allure, her white hair tied up neatly in a bun, pamphlets and assorted papers tucked in her grasp.

“Welcome to Crescentview, farmers!”

Spreading her arms out wide — as much as she can without her papers blowing away — she eagerly regales the crowd with some fun facts about the island and the town while also reminding everyone of one very important fact:

“Remember, you’ve been brought here to tend the earth, fall in love, and begin your new lives together. You’re not leaving until you do. It will be quite the experience for you, I’m sure.”

Complain, grouse, or rejoice if you like, but don’t expect the Goddess to budge. Oh, right, there’s that too: she, the Harvest Goddess, is the one presiding over this land. Don’t get on my bad side, she gently warns as she stuffs pamphlets into the hands of Crescentview’s aspiring farmers.

spring breeze

While you’re here, you may as well check out the pamphlet the Goddess insistently pressed into your hands. Within it, you’ll find a handy infographic on each of your neighbors detailing their likes, dislikes, and... ideal dates? Even the Goddess’ profile is there. How invasive! Each farmer’s picture is hand-drawn by crayon into simple stick figures with the only difference being how the hair looks on top of their heads… if it can be called hair with the mess of crayons, that is. Every single stick figure is smiling. In front of each personalized pamphlet, there’s a stick figure on the cover with the same style as the photo. It’s definitely yours with how the hair color seamlessly matches yours. For the ones who have multicolor hair, you might notice the goddess seems a little more huffy with you.

The pamphlet also includes a map of Crescentview and lists the services available in town. There aren’t many on this small, remote island. Learning how to fend for yourself seems like the best course of action. Finally, a hand-printed bingo card has been made up for each new island resident. The Goddess must have spent quite a bit of time making these...

The Goddess gives her new questionably loyal followers a chance to mingle and mix before speaking up with another announcement. A small group of haggard-looking fairies appear at her feet, and clapping her hands, a notice board springs into existence. When the fairies fail to react, she gives one a nudge with her foot, prompting them all to burst into the world’s smallest round of applause. It’s a little... pathetic.

“Ta-da! Behold: the task board. Every season, I’ll give you new tasks to complete, and in exchange, you’ll be richly blessed by me, the Harvest Goddess. Spring is the season of new beginnings, so let’s take a look at what we’ve got cooking, hm?”

task board

The task board is located in Town Square and changes from season to season. In real time, a season is one month long. The following tasks are available from December 1st to January 1st and more tasks may be added mid-month.

Certain rewards are only available through event participation, so please keep this in mind when planning your threads. Multiple tasks may be completed within a single thread, but when turning in, please link to the individual tags in which each task was completed.

Finally, rewards are per character, not per farm, so those with housemates may want to coordinate with one another with regard to what animals you’re bringing home to your farm.

1. Greet your neighbors. For every person you meet, you will be given a random bag of spring seeds. Potato, cabbage, turnip, strawberry, and cucumber seeds are available at this time. Alternatively, random mushroom spores are also available. These include morel, matsutake, and common white mushroom spores. This task can be completed a total of 10 times for rewards. Please specify how much of each you would like when submitting your threads, i.e. “I’d like 5 random spring seed bags and 5 random mushroom bags, please!”

2. Exchange names. Start learning some names and faces: you’ll be seeing a lot of these folks! For each name you learn, you’ll earn a random bag of spring flower seeds. Daffodil, tulip, forget-me-not, primrose, and hyacinth are available this season. This task can be completed a total of 10 times for rewards, and yes, you can cheat the system and introduce yourself to someone you already know, but the Goddess won’t like it.

3. Check out your new farm. Take a look around and settle in! After a bit of wandering, you’ll notice a small cat or dog following you around and looking up at you with them big ol’ eyes. Looks like it wants to stay with you, but will you adopt it? This task can be completed once.

4. Till your field and begin planting. Find the beat up farming tools in your beat up house and begin beating your farmland into submission. Plant some seeds and be rewarded by the Goddess with a single chicken or rabbit to keep in your coop. This task can be completed once.

5. Visit another farm. Pay one of your neighbors a visit to receive a stationary set blessed by the Goddess herself. There are no cell phones or Internet on the island, so get used to sending all your “LOL”s and “XDDDD”s by hand. This task can be completed once.

6. Make a new friend. Isn’t friendship wonderful? For each person you proclaim to be your friend, you will receive two random gacha items. This task can be completed 3 times.

7. Pray to the Goddess. Whether you do so grudgingly or willingly doesn’t matter much to her so long as you’re doing it! Clasp your hands together and bow your head or throw an offering into her pond— she’ll hear you either way. Praying to the Goddess will net you a barn animal of your choosing: a cow, sheep, alpaca, or goat. This task may be completed once.

Caution: throwing certain items into her pond may have consequences. Choose your offerings wisely.

mod notes

⬥ Welcome to the game's opening and our first event!
⬥ A second event post will go up in mid-Dec.
⬥ Please plot over at the Dec Plotting Post.
⬥ As a reminder, please keep all plotting on the OOC post as not everyone has Discord or Plurk.
⬥ Please submit your completed tasks at the top-level below.
⬥ Have fun!

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[ ... ... ...

There really isn't anybody else but Diluc. So that means Diluc filled a smut square for "mere possessions", according to Kaeya. Ellis is surprised, but he doesn't look too surprised. From their cuddle session, that seems to track. ]

I don't think he did it with intimacy in mind. Are you worried for him?

Then two hours, it is. I will meet you there, dear.

[ She smiles as if to say that Kaspar is dismissed and free to go! She'll definitely show up at the promised place. ]

Our music is exciting, like the thrill of pulling a trigger.

[ aka i make shit up ]

And if I tell you that I seek it for its own sake?

[ Does strength always have to be used for something noble and good? His devotion lies with the Tsaritsa alone, but none of it has kept him from self-sabotage, thrilled by the heat of battle and pushing up against any savagery that others can greet him with. In troubling relation to the things that bring him the closest and furthest from what he really wants, Childe's either seeking out new heights of greatness or confirmation that he's alive— that he didn't die when he should have, that he still continues to draw air. No clue which one it really is. He never thinks much on it anymore. ]

Is there no better pleasure than pushing one's capacity as a warrior to its utmost limits? That's the path I've chosen to pursue.

[ Actually, isn't it just the absence of weakness that he craves? Something to think about, as he's putting away the art supplies surrounding their clumsily-made pictures. ]

He Xuan. [ Did he say that right? It's a name that reminds him so much of Liyue Harbor; it sounds distantly familiar in a way that he can't quite grasp. ] Supposing I asked for it, would you turn a blade upon me and fight?

[ He really is loathe to push too far and end things too soon. Killing people tends to deprive them of the opportunity to retaliate, and he's all about equal opportunity. Taking his job as a harbinger seriously, before him is the verbal impasse, and here's what he uses to cross it: ]

Aren't you the one calling the shots? [ What part of him arriving on this island was voluntary? Semantics, though. ] I'd like to be worthy of your grace! If that means my compliance, then it's all yours.

[ And maybe she'll really decide to come at him for real, and he can finally put an end to this charade. ]

[ Must've struck a nerve. That look on Mira's face was unmistakable. Allow him to sympathize, then. ]

How about I pull the rest out of you? Everything you're hiding, all that you can't bear to reveal. Things you still don't understand about yourself. I'll go at it seriously with you until you hold nothing back.

[ Unashamedly, Tartaglia presents the offer. Empathy's a funny thing for him now. Earnestness never sounds quite right in his mouth anymore, so challenging and unsweet. But if it's all true— and he's willing to go the distance— then it's preposterous, entirely out of his scope. That alone is worth the bruises forming soft pink bracelets over his wrists that he's idly rubbing his fingertips over, struggling to visualize it: light that could burn all the way through him. ]

Trust me, it'll be fun! For now, just think it over.

[ Reaching the base of the mountain, Tartaglia spares a glance up at the sky, jewel-heavy and darkening under the setting sun. ]

I guess this is where we part ways. [ Pyra's waiting for him, and the rural farm he resides upon with her is quite a ways off still. ] Will you be alright on your own?

[ Then here he is, in roughly that time emerging from the woods. He walked quite fast, face just a little flush from the exertion. The area isn't quite a clearing, though a naturally fallen tree creates a natural break from the branches. For some time, the sun is clear to sweep past the long row of wild flowers growing up and between the trunks. The crooked tree casts a deeper shadow over some of the petals by this time of day, lightly glowing in the deeper crevices. The whole scene creates a balance, light and dark.

Kaspar looks toward it as he takes a few sideways steps before setting one of the kitchen chairs from his farm for her. He's put a little labor into making it sturdier and nicer looking, though it could still use a finish. He'll bend over to hold the plate out for her, content to play table out in the woods while she tries his three favorite pancake recipes. It's only a modified taste, one that he tries to add depth to with whisked egg whites and lots of testing with whatever they find around town or the forest. One was made with grated lemon zest, the next a brown sugar and cinnamon, with the bottom far more distinctive with dark flecks in the batter -- flavored with sweet edible lavender and freshly ground coffee. He should've asked what she likes but he didn't think that far ahead and these are the only ones he has so far. ]

Each one is, different.

[ He'll say, offering her the syrup that he'd luckily fit into his coat pocket, and watching her expression until he gets distracted by the sight too. ]

... Should that, be a thrill?

[ He turns, facing his pistol holster away from Gaku casually. ]

[ ... Hm. Mira considers that for a few moments. It's-- it's tempting, and that they haven't quickly rejected the idea... It's strange and a little difficult to process. Still. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Before, they'd refused to use their powers, too anxious that it would corrupt them even more.

They nod. ]

I'll think it over and let you know.

[ The question gives them pause, but they nod. ]

Yeah. I'll be alright. Thanks, though.

[ They definitely have a lot to think about. ]

[ Straight to the point. Good, she appreciates that. She'll examine his card, and...

There's one square she sees that makes her eyebrow raise. ]

What, exactly, is a "Water gun fight"?

[ He Xuan never even wanted to be here, and yet here they are. Forced to endure such a disgusting role by a conceited goddess. A Calamity reduced to this, for all of the success he had obtained in enacting his vengeance before the kidnapping. Hua Cheng would be ridiculing him if he knew that he was being expected to play out the role of a farmer searching for someone to wed. ]

...A path made solely for the sake of cultivating power because you can. Honest. But can you sustain it?

[ Will Childe lose himself trying to achieve his goal? He Xuan thinks that, more than anything, is something he might want to see. No matter how twisted the thought is. So, as Childe challenges him, the waters nearby the shore begin to stir, rushing a bit inwards, and the ugly resentment that He Xuan possess, for being brought here, and for existing as a ghost of terrible power, begins to emanate from him.

When Childe speaks his name, the ghost king's eyes flash golden. Despite Childe already knowing his name by now, when he speaks again, He Xuan introduces himself properly— ]

I will humor you. I am He Xuan, the Great Calamity known as Black Water Sinks Ships.

[ He Xuan doesn't bother to say that Childe may turn away at any point in time. Childe asked, and he accepted. Not to mention, by the end of the fight, their portraits ought to be dry.

After that moment, he rushes forward towards the other man, moving quicker than most people would or could, and decides to try to punch the other man in the stomach. There's not much warning, but he suspects that as a fighter, Childe is prepared to at least act accordingly, so it is fair in his book. ]

Then come see me when you believe your harvest is ready to be judged. You will have multiple chances to grow the best harvest, I am sure.

[ So, yup. The goddess has accepted this proposal. Good luck, Childe. ]

[ He shrugs. ]

I wouldn't know. Guns are illegal. It's just something the company came up with.

They're plastic guns filled with water that you shoot at another person. They don't hurt, but it's annoying to get wet like that when you don't want to be.

[ who… who… inflict him on someone…. ]

Eh, I’ll find a way out eventually. Even the divine get bored.

[ yeah what’s marriage - crow armbrust, 2k22. ]

I do enjoy playing the long game.

[ he grins. ]

I guess we’ll find out.

[ She sits next to him and faces him immediately; she's curious about the others who have been brought here from Teyvat. ]

Diluc Ragnvindr...how interesting. I don't believe I know who Tartaglia is, but the name "Zhongli" sounds a little familiar.

[ She's spent some time around Liyue, and that's certainly a name that she's heard before in passing. ]

Hmm. I'll have to properly introduce myself, then. Strange, isn't it, that so many of us have been pulled here. I dare say that not even the stars could have predicted such an unexpected turn of events.

[ "Farmvile"?? Public sex??

Hm. She doesn't like this at all. Mona's not one to engage in either one of those things, especially the latter, and she doesn't know anything about farming. So why... ]

You're joking.

[ ...She gets a feeling the girl in the bed next to her isn't kidding at all, with how casual she seems. ]

Who are you, and where are we? This doesn't feel like Mondstadt at all, and – what in the world is "Farmville" with public...

[ You know. ]

Nope.

[She does smirk though, and put her magazine down.]

Me? I'm the Princess Tara Markov of the Kingdom of Markovia. [Technically true, though she hasn't referred to herself by that title for... twelve or so years.]

We're in a place where we're made to farm and go on dates and the only way to escape is to get married. It's run by a goddess and everything.

[ The Harvest Goddess will always appreciate the beauty of nature, so she's very pleased about this without being so grandeur. She seems very pleased about there being different kinds, and thanks Kaspar for the syrup before spreading that with a plastic knife before cutting it neatly and eating. ]

Oh. Oh my.

[ She has a hand to her mouth and looks surprised after eating the pancake with the grated lemon zest. ]

What a unique flavor to pastry batter...!

Even if that is so...

[ Hm. The goddess finds some offense that Crow seems to think that she's doing all this because she's bored and wants entertainment. Well, her words just trail off and she smiles at Crow. ]

... well, I would not mind playing the long game with you, child. If that's how you think of it, then so be it.

Edited 2022-12-18 00:38 (UTC)

What a kind young man you are.

[ He gives him a teasing smile. ]

I'm sure you've guessed as much, but I was only joking. Twenty-four is too young an age to worry about such things.

[ here

There we go. Gentaro smiles, genuine and easy. ]

She's very cute. I'm a bit envious; cats are incredibly special. I would very much like to pet her, if she'll allow me. I wouldn't want to offend her, you see.

[ He holds his hand out for the kitty, then turns his attention back to Owen. ]

It must be quite the surprise to suddenly find yourself here. How are you feeling?

[Owen nods along - he’s right, cats are special.]

She’s a nice cat, so I don’t think she would mind…

[He gently releases the cat, which sniffs at Gentaro’s hand. Then, after a moment, she headbutts his hand.]

I’m used to being surprised by places. [hm.] I don’t recognize anyone here, though… It’s kind of scary.

Yeah, it is.

[ Unless he has other problems, but he seems fine working out on the farm. ]

So, you're living with Lucia?

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