crescentview | dec mid-month event.

dec mid-month event.

mid-month event

With Crescentview’s newest citizens settling nicely, the Goddess has summoned everyone back to Town Square for another round of announcements. This time, her summons comes to you in the form of a hand-written note. If you happen to be out working in your field, one of her fairies will hand it directly to you, looking a little more sprightly than they did the first time you saw them. Otherwise, expect to find her request/demand to meet up in Town Square in your mailbox.

introducing: the memo board

The Memo Board is now available in Town Square. You may post messages here to your fellow neighbors, send out requests for assistance on the farm, or even solicit local singles for hot dates! Post whatever you like whenever you like. You can even post messages to the board anonymously if you so desire. The Memo Board is available here.

But wait, there’s more! The Goddess has given everyone a fun relationship-building exercise. How well do you know your neighbors? Can you identify them based on their writing alone?

By December 22nd - 12:00pm EST, please have your character submit an anonymous message to be posted to the Memo Board. Their message can be about anything they’d like and there is no length requirement or restrictions. After submissions have been received, characters will be given an opportunity to review everyone’s messages and guess which character wrote which memo. Answers will be revealed on December 29th - 12:00pm EST. A single correct guess will earn you a horse while each additional correct guess will net you a vegetable, flower, or mushroom spore seed bag of your choice. Good luck and have fun!

it's time to dance!

Every Spring 15th, the annual Flower Dance is held in Town Square. Villagers gather to dance with one another and celebrate the upcoming harvest and offer their prayers to the Goddess. Folks are encouraged to dance not just with those they fancy, but their fellow neighbors as a way to express gratitude and appreciation for the friendship and company they provide.

ICly, the dance takes place on Spring 15th and goes from 9am to 9pm.

task board

In addition to the tasks currently available on the Task Board, a handful of new additions have been added. You may continue to work on tasks from the previous event in addition to these new tasks, but please note that tasks may only be completed within the month they are assigned. Summer starts next month, so please have all of your tasks completed and submitted by then!

The new additions are as follows:

1. Post a notice on the Memo Board. Stick up an anonymous memo and earn a single chicken or rabbit to add to your coop. You may post as many notices as you like, but you will only redeem the reward once.

2. Correctly guess who posted a memo. Discuss these anonymous notes with one another and guess who may be the author. Between December 22nd and December 29th, submit your IC votes (link coming on the 22nd) and if you guess correctly, even just once, you will get a horse! You may guess as many times as you like, but you may only redeem this reward once.

3. Partake in the Flower Dance. Pick a partner for a round of dancing, pray to the Goddess, or just celebrate the good times! For every person that you celebrate the event with, you will receive a random bag of seeds of fruits, vegetables, flowers, or mushroom spores. This task can be completed 5 times.

4. Send a letter to your neighbor. This requires you to have acquired the stationary set from the first event, so if you haven't claimed it yet, get to it! You can post letters directly on the main community or set up an inbox in your journal to send and receive hand-written letters. For each letter that you send, you will get a random gacha item. This task can be completed 3 times.

5. Harvest your crops. On the 14th, you'd be surprised to find that all of your crops are now ready for picking - even if you've only planted them the day before. The crops look bright, flavourful, and ready to be picked, so eat them, trade them, sell them, whatever! For every interaction that you have involving the bountiful harvest, you will receive a new set of clothes. This task can be completed 3 times.

mod notes

⬥ Welcome to our mid-month event!
⬥ Please plot over at the Dec Mid-Month 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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Ouch! What were you gonna do if I kept going the other way? Give chase?

[ Tartaglia rolls his shoulders, clearly in his element. It's written all over his face: he enjoys celebrations like these the most. ]

You don't find anything fun about the festivities, Mira?

[ Or did they just want someone to spend it with? ]

Of course. I can't pass up spending time with you, anyway.

[ They fall quiet, looking out toward the festivities. Then, they look at him, almost embarrassed. ]

I'm not used to this sort of thing. I've always been too busy, among other reasons.

[ Large crowds mean too many emotions, but they don't mention that. ]

Never enough time? I get the feeling! Until recently, I didn't have much time for leisure myself.

[ Chasing down Scaramouche and committing war crimes in a foreign land took precedence over any idle pastimes. ]

Now that my schedule's opened up, I can't think of better company. I have to ask, though: how's your head?

[ Even with magic, concussions are no joke. ]

[ mr. worldwide....

They're a bit taken aback by the question and the concern. They recover quickly, at least. ]

Ah, yeah. No pain or lasting damage, I think. What about you?

[ It'd gotten pretty... intense. ]

[ watch him show up in sumeru 500 yrs late with starbux ]

Oh, are you worried about me? You shouldn't be. Although, you give me quite a run for my money, back there... is that how you treat all your friends?

[ Hopefully not! Throw hands with only him. Nothing like bloodlust or homicidal urges are governing Childe right now, however, content to take in the sights. ]

If you're all patched-up, how about a dance? Would that be alright with you?

[ what friends

They laugh quietly. Teasingly, ]

You got me. Nothing like combat to bring people together.

[ A dance, huh. Not the violent type, obviously. After a moment, they nod. ]

I'd like that. I have to warn you, though: I'm far from a good dancer.

[ Good, he can monopolize them (no). ]

Neither am I. Looks like we'll get along swimmingly. [ Knowing only the one dance for those stuffy formal functions in Snezhnaya is coming in clutch here. ] Besides, isn't it the thought that counts?

[ With that, he'll lead the way towards the town square, where others have already taken to jigs and swing dancing around the pavilion. Coming to a halt, Childe addresses them once more. ]

Which kinds do you know?

[ It's very likely Mira will have to teach him in case their answer isn't 'waltzing'. ]

[ haha.... unless....? ]

Something like that.

[ They'll follow, of course, then clear their throat. ]

Not much, unless you count standing in one place and swaying.

No other way around it! I'll have to teach you one of mine.

[ Unsubtly, Tartaglia guides them toward the center of the pavilion, handhold so generously interlocked as to tug Mira along. ]

To celebrate Krsnik Noc, you'd first have to choose a partner to link fingers with. Like this. [ Squeezing his grip for emphasis, he raises it aloft, directly parallel to Mira's head. ] Then... you'd place your hand on my shoulder, while I put my palm on your back.

[ Adjusting, Tartaglia's other hand spans accordingly, flattened out over the back of their ribs. ]

Easy so far, right?

I'm in your hands.

[ They follow him, both to the center and his guidance. Hand placed on his shoulder, they nod. It's been a while since they were touched in any capacity that wasn't negative in some way. The contrast between this and their first meeting doesn't escape them, either. ]

Easy so far, [ they echo. ] You're not a bad teacher.

Good. I'd hate to make a fool of myself in your company— [ A huff, preempting anything like nerves or strain. ] —so you could say I'm glad this is working out in my favor.

[ Here's to more good fortune as he adjusts, lax and comfortable with his grip. ]

Don't worry about the pace for now. Just follow my lead. Watch my steps. I'll go slow.

[ Left sole, then right, then left again— he'll telegraph it footstep by footstep, out-of-sync with the usual pace of the routine but simple enough to follow. Is Mira a quick study, or do Tartaglia's instructions leave plenty to be desired? ]

Ideal for both of us, then.

[ Don't worry about the pace, he says, and Mira... They're so used to putting their all into everything. It's not just stubbornness; it's obstinance that borders very often on dangerous.

But they relent. It feels awkward and uncomfortable, but at the same time, it's reassuring.

They follow him, and they don't catch on immediately. They're not totally hopeless, though, because they catch on after a little while. With a hint of a grin-- ]

Not too terrible, am I?

Oh, you're more than up to par. You sure you haven't done this before?

[ High praise. Empty flattery tends to rankle him more than anything else, something he stringently avoids. After a short interim, Tartaglia's no longer watching their feet so much as he's keeping his gaze trained on them, touch lingering the same way his gaze does. ]

I'll go a little faster, then. Since you're a natural at this.

[ Here goes! The rhythm can only be stilted, when Tartaglia's out-of-practice, but he's still taking the lead nonetheless. A bit like getting lured into the high-octane energy of the moment; it isn't a fight, but it doesn't have to be, either. Hard not to smile in light of all of that, the corner of his mouth betraying him as Tartaglia tugs them a little closer to switch directions, retracing their previous steps. ]

I definitely haven't.

[ They let out a quiet laugh, something that surprises them. Mira is the sort to form attachments very quickly, but showing even a hint of it? That's rare and unsettling. Not enough to make them pull away and run until their lungs burn and their legs give out, but it's something they need to face much later.

It's hard to look away from him, too. Following is surprisingly easy, and while they trip up a couple of times--it's still a learning curve, even if they've taken to it--the more Tartaglia leads, the easier it is. ]

So, you're enjoying yourself tonight, right?

Haha, am I that easy to read? [ His grin widens considerably, not the least put-off about being seen through so keenly. ] Yeah. I am, thanks to you. It's the first time in a long while that I've been able to really unwind. I almost forgot what it was like... not to think about anything else.

[ Not that Tartaglia wouldn't return at a moment's notice if the Tsaritsa so much as beckoned him, though. Even now, he hasn't forgotten his obligation to her. It's out of sight, though, and out of mind. Brisk in his mouth is the question that he's been pondering for the better part of the evening: ]

Still feeling lonely?

A little easy to read...

[ They grin back, not quite so wide, but it's more than anything they've shown here. Tartaglia's words resonate with them in a way that doesn't make them feel on edge or threatened. They know what he means about unwinding, especially with how often they think too much about too many things.

The exception is now, when he tells them it's because of them. They don't remember the last time anyone said something like that. A warm feeling settles in their chest, and their grin shifts to something softer.

A pause, and Mira glances away for a moment, then back to him. ]

Not so much anymore. [ Which is a lot of words to say "no." ] It turns out you're good company even when we aren't fighting.

... You know, there's no better pleasure than a fight that asks everything out of you.

[ Latent in that confession is this propensity towards violence running through him like at all hours: he still can't stop craving more than he deserves.

Even then, it's hardly the only thing Tartaglia seeks out. ]

But isn't life full of wonderful things? Sights you've yet to see, things you've yet to do... knowing that, I want to experience the good and the bad. I'll gladly take what the world offers me!

[ Longing itself is just another itch under the skin. Shifting to adopt a waltz, plenty of spins accompany those wide, wide strides as Tartaglia falls into the pace that suits him best. Nothing but languor exists in his steps. ]

And what does the world offer you, Mira?

[ They're quiet as they listen and follow his lead. While they agree, what he asks them makes them think. It's not wrong, really. Discovering parts of the world they'd never seen, experiencing small but precious pleasures... They've met a lot of people, seen many things good and bad.

When they think about it, though, in the grand scope of things, they're not sure what to say. It's written painfully clearly across their face, too. Lying about something random would be a lot easier, but it would be way too easy to call them out on it. ]

I'm not sure, [ they admit. The fight with him had ignited something inside them they hadn't felt in so long. What happens after they leave this place, though?

They're not sure they really want to think about it. Ignore the problem, and it'll go away. Later, they can face it. Enough time, and it won't matter anymore, because in the end, they're destined to become something else. Just a body, a puppet, for the thing that curls around their heart.

They frown, gaze shifting away from Tartaglia's face. ]

I haven't thought much about it. I've never really had the time.

[ That part is a lie. They've just never let themselves think about it. ]

[ Somewhere in the midst of that, Tartaglia's regarding them carefully, like he's trying to size up the reality of things with only limited context and the uncertainty that comes afterwards, this awful look consigned on Mira like they're completely past coping.

He could ask. How easily the question could pull itself out of nothing, like it's insubstantial, as though it's utterly meaningless. What is it that's scaring you? One way or the other, Tartaglia has no stake in it at all. Whatever is plaguing them is indisputably deep-rooted. ]

Now, you do have it. More than enough time to think about how you should live. It's no choice you have to make straight away, is it? [ Coming to a halt, his hands are still on them, flaying in the same way his stare does. For all of these good intentions, there's really one thing for Tartaglia to say. ] Whatever you decide upon... I'd like to see it, too.

[ Gonna have to find that escape on their own. It's nothing he can teach Mira; it's also the sort of understanding that's not all that dissimilar to terror that could run down the spine. So, he leaves it at that, so tentative when he disentangles. ]

... Haven't you worked up a thirst? So have I. Come on. [ Maintaining that handhold that the dance began with, Tartaglia leads them out of the plaza. Assurances like these won't buoy them but Tartaglia's firm with his grip all the same, brokering no argument one way or the other. ] Any flavors you're fond of? Or anything you despise?

[ Anything's fine. ]

[ He's listening quietly without looking away. Even when they weren't on the move and could relax just for a moment with another warm body, they've never had this. It's almost tempting to tell him, to tug at the seams stitching them together and holds up everything they've kept locked up tight.

See? This is what I can't say, what I keep hidden deep down because it's the easiest way to keep going.

They won't, though. Not now. Maybe not ever. The urge is there, though, insistent and threatening to burst from them. They tighten those stitches together, so nothing can spill forth. It's easier, safer, because if Tartaglia keeps looking at them in the eyes and they let their guard down even for a moment, they're not sure what will happen.

In the end, they don't say anything in reply. Their eyes say enough, though, wide and filled with something like awe. Everything is still a tangled mess, and the more they try to fix it, the worse it gets.

But this is something that's theirs. Tartaglia's words, his gaze locked on them, his hand around theirs all burn themselves into their fractured, fading memory. They desperately hope this doesn't slip through the cracks.

They follow, hand in his still, because they don't dare to pull away now. ]

Ah... there's not a lot I dislike. [ That's not helpful, though. ] But I'm partial to most fruit and chocolate.

So is one of my younger brothers. Anton's fond of anything sweet. After I sent him rock candy, he wouldn't stop asking me to mail more. And now he thinks there are people who can stomach eating stones? Ahaha, I'm somewhat concerned that I played a hand in that...

[ Small talk, just banalities to fill up the air while he orders two parfaits and guides them over to one of the outdoor dining areas. ]

Before I arrived, I was on a ship due home. My family's expecting me. I'm worried they'll believe I've gone missing. [ Pausing for a moment: ] ... I have no plans to stay. But I can't spend all my time on edge, either. Making up for breaking my promise upon returning is my first priority, before anything else.

[ Here, he breaks the handhold at last, if just to shift from an armful of desserts before holding out the options to Mira: fruit or chocolate? ]

Why not do what I do? Decide when you're ready.

[ That goes for what's left unspoken as well. ]

[ Younger brother, huh. No wonder he'd stayed up there on the mountain with them once they'd mentioned a brother. It's a bittersweet thing; their expression softens slightly. ]

You should tell him they're special stones, and only the most special people can eat them.

[ But they listen with a quiet, thoughtful look, nodding in understanding. Truly, they completely get it. They don't have anyone waiting for them--not anyone who cares, anyway, but with a family to get back to... they'd feel the same.

It resonates with them, that staying on edge isn't any good. Vulnerability is something they've never embraced or allowed themselves. The thing inside them would completely consume them if they did.

The thing is, though, that it's not as easily stirred. They don't know if it's this place and the fact that their power is dampened. Like hell they'd complain; maybe they can start, little by little, to let themselves breathe. They spend so much time looking over their shoulder and to things that have yet to pass.

Tartaglia pulls his hand away, and their hand is a little colder. They reach out to take the fruit parfait, and a ghost of a smile touches their lips. ]

Maybe I should do that, too. [ a pause. ] Being on edge all the time is exhausting, and I can't think of a better place to let myself breathe.

Maybe you should.

[ Remaining beholden to terror sounds miserable. Taking a seat out in the veranda, he invites Mira to do the same. Dropping into the seat, Tartaglia spoons out a bite of his parfait, chocolate melting to sweetness in his mouth. The line of his mouth flattens out with contemplation as he takes a couple more bites. ]

I wonder what happens when you completely fill out the card? Doing the tasks has worked out so far, in my experience!

[ No more leaks in the roof or holes in the floorboards, these days. His farm isn't anywhere close to immaculate, but it's definitely a lot more homey. Feels a lot like acquiescence, but Tartaglia never has to question where his loyalty lies. Not once has it wavered. So only calm has prevailed thus far. Getting to know new people has been the best part of this experience thus far. ]

How about you? [ In the sudden need for capitulation, Tartaglia retrieves his own bingo sheet, holding it out rather unashamedly. Affirmation first, then some appeal for Mira to reciprocate: already, Tartaglia's a little curious if they've decided to humor this foolish game. ] Show me yours?

[ They take up that invitation, mirroring his taking a bite. It's good. Sweet, but not too sweet, just the perfect amount. As they look out past their seat, they're glad for the shift in subject. The parfait, too--it cancels out the bitterness of their previous talk. ]

A few.

[ They pause mid-scoop at his request, then pull out their own card and offer it. It's much less filled out than Tartaglia's, but they're getting to it. Still slightly resistant, after all, but they'd done it without thinking here.

Maybe it's the commonalities they share, but it unnerves them somewhat. It might never stop unnerving them, but still, they continue on. ]

Anything catch your eye?

[ It's funny. Sitting out here like this, as though Tartaglia hasn't yet committed himself to innumerable misdeeds, he's almost immature, glancing slyly at that card and then at Mira themselves. The wryness comes through in everything he does when he's smiling this widely, much improved from their initial meeting. These bad habits of his just get worse and worse. Eventually, Tartaglia sets that parfait down on the seat, half-forgotten, to circle around one square in particular with a single finger. French kiss.

Having asked one person already to no avail, he's still at a loss. May as well give it another go. ]

You know, I'm curious. I have this one on mine, too. Any chance you know what it is?

[ With so much surety behind the words, it might come off as a joke. But Tartaglia's being genuine here. Certainly, he could go snooping around, or looking it up in the library, but there's something about the human approach that's so worthwhile to entertain, more so than the idea of actually filling the task out. Reactions to something that's probably indecent, whether it's a fight or merely a question, prove meaningful in their own right. ]

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