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crescentview2022-12-09 08:26 pm
crescentviewmods) wrote in crescentview2022-12-09 08:26 pm
dec event overflow.
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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I'll pull even the gods out of their heaven. Overthrowing their dominion... if I'm capable of that, then I'll surpass them!
[ Though it's hardly convincing when Childe's shocked out of any elaborating any further, pain-struck and crumpling to the floor when he's dealt that blow. His powers haven't come all the way back; his Delusion makes for little more than a convincing paperweight, and Foul Legacy has been suppressed.
But on his knees, socked out of air, he's full of ferocious laughter. ]
How badly I'd like to see it... what you must look like when nothing's holding you back. Don't you think it'd make quite the view?
[ Better than these paintings and better than even the sun glossing the sea in colors; Childe calls for his bow, and it responds to him in kind. Wrenching himself up, his boots go sliding back across the sand dunes as he lobs a few charged shots. The form's all wrong; he hasn't yet mastered this weapon, and even arrows stained by his power leave plenty to be desired, but every one of them will hit as long as the Riptide mark remains on He Xuan's shoulder. Only in the proximity of fire will that curse he's left burn away any sooner. ]
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Just trying to imagine that is entertaining enough. Though, it's also more likely the man will be torn apart before he even succeeds. Or, he would be made to kneel before them, as he is now... ]
One most would run away from. But some have been unable to. And you? You wouldn't even last long enough to appreciate it.
[ He Xuan is fairly used to being cursed, but it's been awhile since he's had an inability to do anything about it. Indeed, per Childe's technique, nothing misses, and he can't call on a simple fire spell like he might've picked up awhile ago. But, he's sturdier than most people. Even without access to his powers, and given Childe's own lack of power behind each strike, well...it doesn't take him much to move forward, braving the solid hits against his frame.
Now his intention is unleash a barrage with his own fists, and feet, directing mercilessly towards Childe's front, all the while also pulling in some of that heavy, black colored water, aiming it lower, at the other man's feet. A complex maneuver, but designed with the intention of overwhelming the other man. ]
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I'll test that theory now.
[ The pain that hits him is so familiar and Childe's coming home to it, pausing only to call upon the water so it'll surge up below his feet even from beneath the sand, propelling him upward. Briefly, he's airborne, his bow shattering into knives, mist around his fingers until he curls his hands tight around the pair of blades.
Here's how it is: he goes in the plunge, coming down on He Xuan like absolute death. ]
Who'll prevail? You, or I?
[ Battling his master, Childe could never triumph over her. And yet, he's casting around for the advantage, to sink those glinting blades into He Xuan until he has to acknowledge that it may be possible yet for him to overcome even a god. ]
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He felt nothing when they died, and even simply a dull sense of satisfaction when he beheaded one, his hands a veritable crimson red when done.
But here he is, fighting, and Childe, in his crazed movements, still dares to press forward instead of retreat. How could he feel nothing against that?
Indeed, Childe has managed to do one thing for certain—he's impressed him. ]
I will.
[ Yet, He Xuan's words are uttered with a tone that may be mistaken for a dull flatness, but those who are familiar with the tone of people who have irrefutable confidence in their tone will find it present, without a doubt—an ancient, stubborn indication of pride.
After all, one thing He Xuan has learnt over the centuries is the value of patience, to know when to strike, to know which part to play, to know when to speak, to act, to react. A battle is no different, and so as he watches Childe fall down towards him swiftly, he moves quickly, so swiftly, so that when the man has fallen far enough, He Xuan will be at his side.
And with one, cold hand he reaches out to, mercilessly and quickly, with the intention to grab a hold of Childe by the throat. Should he be successful, his next move would be to slam him into the ground... ]
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No point gathering his bearings, either. Breathlessly, Childe slams his palm against the sand, gloved fingertips abrading the ground from every conceivable angle, so the Celestial Voyager can burst in from below and swallow them both up.
It's a narwhal, by the way. A gigantic one, some facsimile of the real thing, comprised entirely of water. Drowning He Xuan or depriving him of oxygen is probably an impossibility, but it doesn't stop Childe from making the attempt. Can't hurt, after everything. There's nothing left for him to do.
When it dives back into the floor, he's left water-riddled and profusely wet, coughs guttering down his throat. ]
... You will.
[ That's the end of it, then. Defeat always comes with humiliation, and this occasion isn't any different, as his knives flicker and shatter at once, splashing back into mist. ]
Almost had you. I was close. Another second... though, it doesn't matter.
[ Rolling onto his back, he glances sidelong, inspecting what's balled up in his other hand. Part of He Xuan's sleeve, some scrap of clothing he'd ripped away in his attempt to regain the advantage, apparently. Childe holds it aloft. ]
Here. Take it back.
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What it does ensure is that he's as drenched as Childe is, looking everything like what some have pictured in dreadful paintings. A devastation-level wraith drenched in black water, emerging from the sea to drown those who would dare intrude on his domain.
...Well, it ensures one thing for certain as well. That when he returns home, he will very likely make a mess on the floorboards, unless he calls some of the water from him...which he does. His black clothing has also sustained a credible amount of damage thanks to Childe's manuevers, particularly the scrap of clothing. ]
Were you close? [ Rude, He Xuan. ] But, your efforts have been acknowledged.
[ He will just solemnly take the piece of ripped sleeve, and then pocket it. Maybe he can find a tailor or something to fix it. Or some degree of his own capability might be enough. Not right now, though.
After that, he heads over to the painting Childe has put together of him, and takes it within his hands. It's probably decently dry by now. Or...getting there. Painting does take awhile to do so, after all. ]
We'll see each other again.
[ He Xuan states frankly, and then begins to leave the other man to recover. ]