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calderaevents ([personal profile] calderaevents) wrote in [community profile] calderamemes2025-12-04 10:26 am
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TDM #10



ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

"The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs."

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

"Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU
WINTER'S WHISPER A fragrant spiced tea that calms the nerves and inspires the drinker to share their hopes and dreams.

JINGLE BELL A crisp, bright drink...that makes jingling bell sounds as you walk. There are no bells, and yet you jingle.

S(LAY) RIDE This drink has an earthy, woody taste. Almost as woody as the tavern floor it forces you to lie down upon. You cannot get up unless someone else helps you.

MISTLETOE MEAD Made with honey from enchanted bee hives and a touch of mistletoe leaves. Time to find a smoochin' partner!

HOLLY JOLLY SPICE A bold and fiery blend of rum, cinnamon, and cloves with a secret twist—just a dash of enchanted holly berry syrup that makes your cheeks flush with warmth and your laughter contagious. One sip, and you're the life of the party, even if you're by yourself.

CANDY CANE CRUSH A festive burst of minty sweetness with a cool, refreshing sensation that tingles the tongue. The drinker's mood subtly shifts the color of their surroundings, briefly changing the hues of objects or lights in the room to match their feelings.

GINGERBREAD MAN A thick drink that tastes exactly like a gingerbread cookie. However, candy and other delicious accents start appearing on you as if YOU were the cookie. Is that icing on your nose? Candied cherries in your hair? Gumdrop buttons? But on the bright side, free candy!

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

"It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes."


You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.
Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.


If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra's Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you'll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



Visitors in all starter cities are offered a standard home with basic necessities provided (your choice in design, etc.) that can house 1-4 people if they so choose. If you aren't ready for a permanent home yet, there is an inn in Grey Ward, where accommodations and food are free for Visitors.

THE AFTERMATH
When the mysterious moon god attacked, tearing treacherous rifts into the fabric of Caldera. The Star Gods held these rifts open while Visitors bravely stepped up to find and destroy the broken shards of lunar light within them. Thanks to their efforts, the moon was finally pushed back into its rightful place in the sky. The god sentenced to serve their punishment upon the displaced satellite was seemingly torn asunder by the overwhelming power they unleashed in a last, desperate attempt to destroy the world. Nymion dealt the finishing blow in a blinding beam of lightning and a boom of thunder that shook the very earth, then restored the moon, hanging it carefully back where it should be in the sky, albeit now with visible cracks he was unable to fully mend.

The gods were exhausted, but standing. All except one.

As they descended from the chaos where the rifts in reality had once writhed, Triton carried Cordelia in his arms. The Queen of the Seas lay unconscious, her strength spent after holding both her own and Nymion's rifts open long enough for the Visitors to break through. Fortunately, the seas did not erupt into turmoil; Vesper and Triton kept the Undine realm steady, even as Cordelia fell into a deep, uncertain coma.

"Caldera survives another day!" Nymion boomed triumphantly as he and the others touched down. "This calls for a celebration! 'Tis the season, is it not? Enough pouting — Cordelia will rise again, if she is strong enough to."

SEASON OF LIGHT
In the aftermath of this tremendous chaos and effort, feelings of paranoia, exhaustion, and grief linger in the populace, making the people reluctant to celebrate this victory. Once again, the realm has been shaken, and the fear of life or death is not an easy one to brush off.

Yet at Nymion's urging, the locals yield. Perhaps he is right — this is the season meant for unity and hope. Though still wary, they do their best to ensure that the Season of Lights begins as it has in years past. Once more, the people of Caldera sink into the comforting bustle of distraction, fixing their attention on the imminent celebrations. The holiday, reminiscent of Christmas and New Years, brings gift-giving in abundance and decorations of shimmering silver and radiant blue that cast their glow across sky, sea, and land in harmonious splendor.

One of the season's highlights is the grand Feast of the Sky, a night when the people gather beneath a star-filled canopy to exchange gifts and share a meal. In the days leading up to the feast, families and friends take part in a tradition known as "Lightwalking," embarking on midnight strolls through lantern-lit streets, singing carols, drinking hot cocoa and cider, and sharing stories of hope and renewal. Even the seafaring vessels join in the light show, their sails and rigging adorned with glowing orbs that drift like stars across the water.

Above all, the Season of Lights is a celebration of resilience — a time when the people of Caldera set aside their worries, if only briefly, and bask in the glow of community, generosity, and the promise of brighter days ahead, especially now that the threat of the moon has been vanquished.

THE GRAND MASQUERADE
Another highlight of the season is the Grand Masquerade that unfolds high above the world in Heaven's Bow, the floating city where the wind dances in the sky and the stars seem close enough to touch. The moon, thankfully, is no longer that close. The event is more than just a celebration of the Season of Lights — it's a gathering of hope, a focus on light during dark and uncertain times. Here among the clouds, the people of Caldera and the heroic Visitors from other worlds come together in a shimmering, ethereal celebration, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks and appropriately fancy dress provided with instantaneous magic when one steps through the threshold of the castle gates.

The gleaming silver palace at the heart of Heaven's Bow is a breathtaking sight, its walls adorned with shiny blue decorations that catch the light from thousands of lanterns floating in mid-air. The sky above is painted with the colors of dusk, swirling in a palette of purples, blues, and silvers.

Sylphs — the free-spirited, airborn people of the Sky — flutter about, their wings glinting in the light, performing acrobatic feats in the air and playing beautiful, floating melodies on lyres. Their laughter and music mingles with the sounds of the celebration. The atmosphere is that of a sigh of relief, a dissolution of tension; the laughter echoing through the palace halls is tired but genuine, the chatter between friends is that of gratitude that they made it through all right.

FLIGHTS OF FANCY



In the grand hall, there are long tables laden with lavish finger foods and desserts, the plates interspersed with baubles of iridescent glass. A round table off to the side has a tower of champagne glasses with sparkling wine, and it appears to be a custom to pair up, make a heartfelt toast, and link arms with your partner to drain your glass. This wine has mild magical effects, making your form glow faintly and your voice take on an airy, musical quality, which may charm those around you, and slowly turns the din of the party into a symphony as the night goes on. You may also find that you are lighter on your feet, enough to even float off the ground a little as thought gravity has lessened, and it may give you the urge to dance.

And as for dancing, there is a gorgeous ballroom floor that gleams with silver and blue polished tile. The dances of the locals echo the sylph's graceful flight through the air, with languid, flowing movements and a freestyle form of step, letting the music move them across the floor. However, there is the occasional livelier song, where the Calderans will push you into the closest person to partner up for a complicated and jovial traditional dance. Keeping up seems to be optional- there is plenty of laughter and no judgment if you falter in the steps. Finally, a slow dance brings couples together more intimately, holding each other with a renewed sense of love, knowing now that nothing here can be taken for granted.

WRITTEN IN THE STARS
If dancing isn't your thing, you notice that curiously, there's a stream of Calderans leading out of the great hall, and if you follow them, you will find yourself outside in front of a large crystal dome. Welcoming folks inside is none other than Nymion, the showboating Star God himself, who singles out Visitors entering with a special little quest:

"Hey, not a bad job you guys did with those rifts. Couldn't have saved it without your help, but don't tell anyone I said that. Anyway, I'm still looking for exceptional talents in this world, and I've yet to be truly wowed. You up for a challenge? Yeah, of course you are, that's what I thought. Come on, champ!"

He claps you on the back a little too hard and ushers you inside. Upon entering the dome, you discover it's a gorgeous planetarium, so realistic that it feels unnervingly like you're floating in space. In here, Visitors are granted the magical ability to create stars and form constellations in this space. Nymion wants you to create something truly show-stopping, name it, and present it to him. If you're having trouble getting the creative juices flowing, it may help to work as a team with a fellow Visitor. If he likes it, he may just make your constellation real.

QUESTBOARD [NEW QUESTS ADDED]



Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.

OOC NOTES
Welcome to Caldera's 10th TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

◾For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored!

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

All constellations crafted by Visitors will be visible in the night sky unless specified otherwise.

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ASK THE TAVERNKEEPER (IC QUESTIONS)

[personal profile] calderanpcs 2025-12-04 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Standard questions and answers:

Q: Where am I?
A: Caldera, a world split by Land, Sea and Sky.

Q: Why have I been brought here?
A: The world is dying and the leaders have requested outside aid from Visitors like you to help revive it.

Q: Where's all my stuff?
A: Not here. You may get whatever you wish returned if you put forth the effort.

Q: Who are you?
A: The keeper of the tavern.

Q: What if I don't leave the tavern?
A: You have no choice.

Q: What happens if we fail?
A: Caldera falls.

Q: What's in it for us?
A: Power. Glory. The thanks of the rulers.

Q: Can we die here?
A: Yes, but Visitors that make an effort to prove themselves to the rulers will be revived. Those who work against them may not be so lucky.
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QUESTIONS

[personal profile] calderamods 2025-12-04 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
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Sebastian | Original | Dryad

[personal profile] wastedcreation 2025-12-04 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival tavern.
Ah, the arrival tavern, a lovely place for connection, cheer, comfort, and… Confusion.

Which is what you probably feel when you see a green-haired man in a hospital gown, with his eyes bandaged up, laying on the floor. Or maybe concern? Is he dead, or has he fallen prey to one of the drinks? Feel free to help him up, or kick him (where’s Jax when you need him?)

glass market.
In Grey Ward’s busy market, Sebastian is the picture of helplessness, using a long stick Finnick gave him as a makeshift cane to try to navigate. He hates hustle, and bustle is even worse… But he does love fabric. His fingers dance across the edges of tables, taking in the wares with gentle touches. He stops every so often to linger on a particularly soft scarf or a smooth gemstone, murmuring a few words to the item’s vendor before moving on, knowing most of what strikes his fancy is probably too expensive for him at the moment.

It’s unsurprising that a pickpocket sees him as a prime target. What surprises even him is that as soon as the thief sticks their hand in his pocket, he grabs their wrist and twists it behind their back, easily putting them in a position where he could break their arm. The movement is swift, strong, and almost completely automatic.

“You won’t want to try that,” he murmurs to them, calm but severe.

Not wanting to make a huge scene or get himself in trouble, he lets the thief go as soon as they begin to beg, and they run off.

Now he has to find the damn cane, which clattered to the ground during the altercation. He bends down, feeling around, baffled by how he could feel so capable in one moment and completely lost again the next.

masquerade.

For his first week or two in Caldera, Sebastian barely leaves his room at Finn’s inn. But as the month goes, on, he keeps hearing rumours of a ball, and keeps getting asked if he’s going. At first he’s completely against it, but the more he hears about the magic of it, the good food, the music… The more curious he becomes.

Riding an airship to get there is far outside of his comfort zone, as someone who lived underground for most of his life. He can be found at the airship docks in Grey Ward waffling about whether to get on or not, looking sheepish. Care to buddy up?

Once he gets to the masquerade, his nerves mount, but he tells himself it’s like any spy mission on the surface. Plus, everyone is wearing masks, so he shouldn’t stick out as much, right? The outfit he’s donned upon entry is suitably on-brand for him, and he smiles softly to himself as his fingers ghost along the embroidery and feel the shape of flowers.

He hears how big the space is in the delayed echo of chatter and laughter bouncing off of the high ceiling, and the clack of shoes against the floor tells him they’re polished immaculately. The music is far more lovely than he’d imagined, and he tries to focus on that rather than how overwhelmed he is by the crowds and open space. He eventually makes it to the food tables and picks some things at random, since he can’t exactly see what he’s choosing and he’s not going to taint the food by touching it and then not eat it. He ends up near the champagne table, hearing people toast to each other, and tilts his head curiously. Care for a drink?

quests.
He has no idea if he can be of any help, but he desperately wants to feel useful. He can be found loitering around the questboard in Grey Ward, problem being… He can’t read any of them. His fingers ghost over the postings, but he gleans nothing.

Hearing someone nearby, he sighs, knowing it’s the dreaded time to ask for help.

“Excuse me. Could you read some of these to me? Is there anything… Easy?”
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quests

[personal profile] invigorates 2025-12-04 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucky for Sebastian, one of the nicest people in the whole of Caldera happened to be nearby when he spoke. Lioriley took those few steps closer so the conversation was not awkwardly half-shouted between them, and smiled - the expression clearly heard even in her tone.

"Of course, dear. Hm. Let me see..." She rattled off a handful of quests, pausing after each one to give him time to consider fully. "The disappearing toy one seems like it may be simple..." she murmured.
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[personal profile] wastedcreation 2025-12-04 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Very lucky indeed! The stranger's voice is kind and soft, coming from below him, and she describes the quests in just enough detail that he can get the gist without being bored by the volume of them. They certainly do seem... Whimsical.

"Sure. You said it's in the sky?" That's a little nerve-wracking for him, but he can probably manage it so long as he has a guide.
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Barcus Wroot | ota (existing character)

[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2025-12-05 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Masquerade

Barcus finds himself smiling a little when he stops at the door of the Grand Masquerade. Last year, this was more than a little memorable. He cozied up to Bel, got picked up and carried by Ashton, and met both Dorian and Orym for the first time. He does remember some slight discomfort with the costume they put him in, though, and so this time he eyes the doorway as if it could hear and accept his input and says: "Nothing with a tail this time, if you please? I'm already easy enough to step on."

Whether it obeys his request or whether it's pure luck, he gets his wish. He finds himself in white and gold, a sleek, jacketless suit that leaves his arms bare and glitters with gold brocade. On his forehead rests a soft circlet, which appears to have both antennae and wings. A bird? A white moth? He can't quite tell, and it's probably open to interpretation, anyway.

"When in Sylph, spread your wings, I suppose," he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else, and heads for the food and punch tables, expecting to encounter friends there.

Written in the Stars

If it were possible to put his ears back like a cat in the face of Nymion's excessively-familiar enthusiasm, Barcus would. As it is, he senses it doesn't really matter what he says to the god and merely listens to his request and gives a slow nod of understanding.

Frankly, based on his inability to impress him with the Firefly, he rather expects his sensibilities and Nymion's idea of glory simply don't match. Still, the opportunity to tinker with the stars is not to be missed. Hubris? Sure, but hubris in a controlled setting.

"It's almost time for the Festival of the Star," he says to whoever he meets in the Observatory. "When my kin would observe the reflection of the bioluminescent moss and algae in the water on the lake near our village. I wonder if there's a way to make a celestial object that reflects, or even multiplies, the light of the stars around it."

Wildcard

( Hit me up for Lightwalking, dancing, or any quests you want, although check about NSFW quests if we don't have prior CR. Discord is wugglyump. )
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Tieve (Tav) | ota (existing character)

[personal profile] tiveragh 2025-12-05 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Flights of Fancy

With or without the wine, Tieve finds herself drifting towards the dance floor early on. She was never a match for the grace of the denizens of the Court, but they loved to watch her, anyway, and she's come to realize it wasn't mockery. There is something about the solidity and frailty of mortality that fascinated them.

Her costume is not quite what she would have chosen. It shows more skin than she would have preferred, really, leaving her midriff bare and showing her legs when she steps and turns. It is very comfortable to move around in, though, and she doesn't feel the cold as she dances alone. Glittering jewels and chains decorate her legs. When she is merely walking, they jingle with every step, a light counterpoint to the music playing.

When she dances, on the other hand, the bells cease to ring, as she sinks into a rhythm only she can hear. It's as if she can somehow move with grace enough to keep them silent, no matter how fast she spins.

Wildcard

( Open to any SFW quests, or feel free to catch her Lightwalking! HMU on discord at wugglyump )
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Courtney Crumrin | ota (existing character)

[personal profile] sidhean 2025-12-05 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Masquerade

Courtney arrives at the door in a sleek leather gambeson over a black dress. Enough for warmth, a little style, and maybe she's hoping to impress Balthiel a bit with her newly gained acumen with armor (probably a lost cause, but she can dream). She reckoned without the magical outfit change at the door, though.

She steps in, shining. A glance in a nearby mirror tells her what she's wearing now and she actually moves slower to get a look at herself. It's dress armor, nothing especially practical, although it feels solid enough, but for whatever reason she finds herself liking it. Courtney's never been the kind of nitwit who complains about being born in the wrong era; she likes having the right to vote and not get burned at the stake.

Still. It's compelling, and it makes her think, once again, about the magical weapon in her keeping.

Paint the Sky with Stars

Courtney does her best to dodge Nymion's slap on her back, with limited success. He sort of manages to clap her shoulder, and she doesn't quite manage to tame her facial expression in the aftermath. She's game to give star-sculpting a go, though, and after a few minutes wandering the room to watch other people, she steps out again in search of Balthiel.

This is an opportunity, after all. Chances are they can't squeeze in a sigil that will weaken or harm any of the deities, especially since Nymion is vetting everything himself, but maybe they can work some kind of protection spell?

She's looking for someone specific, but she's not going to refuse to make stars with friends, either. Feel free to bump into her!

Wildcard

( Open to all SFW quests, Lightwalking, dancing, etc. Discord is wugglyump. )
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Loki | ota (existing character)

[personal profile] coldsong 2025-12-05 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Masquerade

Well, last year's outfit was a bit out-of-pocket, but Loki isn't actually mad about it, in retrospect. It was very pointy. This year, he walks up to the door in a plain black suit, and prods at the magic, himself, as he steps through.

Blue skin, black silk, red gems. It's a striking look just by itself, especially since it leaves his chest mostly bare, and the Jotun lines shimmering in the candlelight. The addition of a faux sealskin cloak just adds an interesting twist. The fur looks irresistibly soft. He finds himself running his fingers over one of the 'flippers' with no small amount of satisfaction.

People are going to want to pet him, at this rate.

Perfect.

Written in the Stars

Loki knows better. Even when they're around, the star gods tend not to respond to direct commentary unless they have something to gain. Still, he can't resist the chance to lean a little closer to Nymion when he pats (whacks) him on the back, with a coy look up at him. Red eyes through inky lashes. "Some of us need parameters, you know. If I make something that's blatantly sucking up to you, are you going to appreciate the effort or do you need me to be more subtle?"

Shame? Never heard of her.

Regardless of Nymion's answer, or whether he even gets one, Loki proceeds further into the room and summons his own magic, which arcs across the ceiling in pale green and violet, like a distant aurora. Now, where to start?

Wildcard

(Open to all quests, NSFW included, as well as lightwalking, dancing, and random encounters. Discord is wugglyump)
Edited 2025-12-08 14:07 (UTC)
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Viktor | Arcane | Sylph

[personal profile] hexstrapper 2025-12-05 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
holly jolly.
Any reservations Viktor once had about the arrival tavern have been washed away by his year at home. Jax who? Never heard of him. He is untouchable now, and he wants to socialize and relax a little. He basks in the chaotic atmosphere of this tavern, by the fire, spiced drink in hand making him feel… Well, warm isn’t the word, but it’s pleasant. He sprawls out on the couch, cheeks pink, a blanket thrown over his bare feet, smiling as he watches the people.

masquerade (closed to xander).
Viktor shows up on Xander’s arm, of course, both of them dressed to the nines, looking more disgustingly in love than ever. Viktor could not be more proud of the man he has chosen, and he feels on top of the world, smiling more than ever.

“How beautiful,” Viktor breathes, looking up in awe at the high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. “I suppose you must have been to balls like this before, hm?”

flights of fancy.
Once he’s been thoroughly sickening with Xander, Viktor can be found, of all places… On the ballroom floor. Before his return home, he would not be caught dead trying to dance, but he is no longer burdened with sickness, he can move freely, and the drink made him want to try. Mostly, he is just swaying gently with his eyes closed, in his own world listening to the airy, beautiful music echo through the grand hall. No longer a hunching, awkward beanpole, he now has a grace and confidence about him he’d never have dreamed of before, which is accentuated by the way he can now float a little, moving languidly through the air.

Perhaps he isn’t quite self-conscious enough, as eventually he brushes or bumps someone accidentally. He opens his eyes to regard them.

“Forgive me,” he murmurs, with a small smile. His voice sounds strange, otherworldly, but beautiful.

starry eyed.
It’s harder to shock Viktor, these days, but he still can experience wonder, and he gets a heavy dose of it in the planetarium. It’s beautiful, it’s a feat of magic and architecture, it’s…

“Incredible,” he whispers, as he moves a hand and a star appears above him. His mouth is hanging open. He looks around, wanting to share in this with someone, as he had shared in the awe of defying gravity with Jayce, once upon a time.

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lioriley | original | undine | in game character

[personal profile] invigorates 2025-12-05 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
grand masquerade;
It was not a celebration that came easily, all things considered. Still Lioriley worried for the queen — even more so now that she had fallen and could not even celebrate the season herself. Would she return this time, or would she be gone and replaced, just the same as Aella had? She would hope not, and she was determined to keep her spirits up despite the worry.

She was dressed appropriately for the occasion as she stepped into the crystalline halls, the half mask doing nothing to hide her worry for the world in which they currently resided. But she was good at faking things if she needed to — and had practice enough doing just that as a smile flitted across her features and found its rightful place once more.

The magical effects of the wine were hilarious for a woman like her. She was not a singer — could not hold a tune if her life depended on it — but even that was untrue as her voice lilted pleasantly; shocking even her.

"Oh—" She startled with a laugh, "I did not know I was capable of that."

Good news, too, she loved dancing, so even being abruptly pushed into another person would not deter her unless they seemed displeased by the arrangement.

"No harm in a few turns about the dancefloor, hm?" She offered jovially, extending her hand.


written in the stars;
Lioriley did not do big emotions. Yes, she cried and laughed and startled like anyone else — but rare was it that she gasped so loudly she actually made others jump in surprise.

"Is it here—" She asked, staring up at the vast sky above her, eyes darting back and forth; the glowing lines on her skin pulsing wildly as her heartbeat increased. "Ah! There!" She pointed up to a cluster of stars, "that is so close to what I envisioned. Oh, apologies." She realized she was talking to literally anyone else besides her beloved, and laughed, "There is a constellation my husband and I have seen through numerous realms. One we named ourselves. That cluster of stars is nearly it — I will just need to make some adjustments."


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cassandra "violet" velvet | original | undine

[personal profile] velutinous 2025-12-05 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
grand masquerade;
Oh, hell yeah. This was her jam. This was where she belonged. An elegant ballroom, masked up and dressed appropriately for the occasion. Now was her chance to mingle, make 'friends,' find people to suck up to that would protect her while she gained her magic back and then, more than likely, got rid of them once their job was done.

She was the picture of grace and elegance when she swept across the room, catching people by the hand or gently touching their arm to get their attention, then leaning in to whisper:

"Would you like to dance with me?"


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danse

[personal profile] wastedcreation 2025-12-05 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Cassandra looks ethereal and dazzling, to be sure, so it's a shame Sebastian can't see it. He's standing with his hand on a table, sipping a drink near the dance floor when she comes over. He has no intention of dancing and is just here to get lost in the music. He's startled slightly from his reverie by her touch, and his body tenses for a moment, jaw clenching.

The saving grace is that he does recognize her voice. She was the one in the tavern with him when he arrived.

"Ah..." He clears his throat awkwardly. Why would she want to dance with him?

"Not much of a dancer. I wouldn't want to step on your feet."
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Masquerade

[personal profile] heartofthestar 2025-12-05 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I must say, that is not an aesthetic I expected on you," Venat says, regarding him thoughtfully over the curl of her fingers. "But it suits you remarkably well."

Speaking of unexpected aesthetics, doubtless Venat's qualifies as well. In truth, she is not particularly comfortable in such garb, much as she would be uncomfortable in anything not her accustomed robes, but she evinces no displeasure and has no intent of paying said discomfort the slightest heed.
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[personal profile] dragon_uncle 2025-12-05 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Aftermath

Iroh has dealt with bad leaders before. Leaders who did not deserve their rank or trust. He could do so again, and Nymion is squarely in that category. In his experience, all one had to do was do one's work: focus on what could be done and what should be done. Fighting reality was the only battle a warrior was guaranteed to lose.

While he loves a celebration, mourning must come first. Because it was not just Cordelia in peril--many had lost their homes, and lives, who were not important enough for Nymion to notice.

He turns to the nearest person, because, sadly, if anyone has experience in setting up shrines and mourning, it is Iroh. "Will you help me find some supplies? We need incense, drawing materials, small musical instruments." And tea, but he'd get that himself.

The Grand Masquerade

Once the dead and lost have been honored, one must celebrate the living. The dead do not want the living to mourn perpetually. So he of course is there at the masquerade, but he ...slightly misunderstood (or did he?) the assignment: showing up as a lion dancer.

Because you can't be sad when a big fluffy feathery lion face runs up to you, doing tricks, right? He will of course deny there's a human under the mask. But it is, admittedly, hard to eat in this, so you might catch him taking a break and having some snacks.

Quests
He's always up for quests. Rumor has it he needs only one hundred more Bones to achieve his goal. He could have helped during the attack if he hadn't been so busy exploring and enjoying here, and focused on this, and he is determined to fix it, because he suspects that this peace may not last long.

"Do you need a partner?"
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quests... he need a granpa

[personal profile] wastedcreation 2025-12-05 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do," replies Sebastian sheepishly. Why he needs one is obvious (probably): he wears a blindfold, and scarring on his forehead that leads under it would suggest he does not have functioning eyes. He cannot read what the quests are, let alone set off for one on his own.

"Which ones are you considering?"
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everyone's grampa is here!

[personal profile] dragon_uncle 2025-12-05 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"There are many options that seem within my current abilities, which I think may be your situation as well." Which is to say none other than the cunning of a military man. Once he gets his firebending back...

"There is a crime to solve in Heaven's Bow--small objects disappearing. Vexatious." He flips more of the parchments. "In Dryad lands, trees are dying and there is cave exploration--if you are afraid of confined spaces or the dark that might not work." Another rustle. "Or if you feel like braving the cold, there is a downed skyship and lost researchers. Do any of these appeal?"


((OOC the first is the Sky Otters' Toy Heist, the other is The Roots that Sleep and the last is Race Against Time.))
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[personal profile] wastedcreation 2025-12-05 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I actually like dark, confined spaces." Is that a weird thing to say here, where almost everyone lives on the surface? Probably. "I grew up underground, so I may be of use there."

Probably less useful than before he lost his vision, but he still has some tips and tricks that could help them.

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[personal profile] lordofrats 2025-12-05 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Xander, in the most cliche manner possible, hummed in agreement — but was distinctly not looking anywhere but at Viktor. Why yes, Viktor was beautiful, so glad he noticed.

"I have been told quite a few — well, not for some years yet." He shrugged. "This feels less stuffy than the ones I attended back home, of course. Less need to play a part and put on a show of wealth."
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Masquerade

[personal profile] twice_cursed 2025-12-06 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Someone still probably needs help dressing, but he did his best. He basically pointed out the outfit he'd gotten Courtney for the vampire cult shenanigans and said 'something to match'. Whatever. It could have been fancier, but at least it worked. This is what they came up with and, okay, good enough. If nothing else, it covered most of his scars. At least he could hide knives in it--always a key feature in fashion choices.

It also let him blend in well enough, so that he could manage to sneak up behind Courtney as she was checking herself out in the mirror. "You trying to blind your enemies or your admirers?" Or both? Whichever answer, he liked it.
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[personal profile] invigorates 2025-12-06 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"The city is in the sky, yes," she confirmed, "but it is unlikely we will need to fly or even take our feet off the ground. Although we will need an airship to get there first. Is that all right?"
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[personal profile] wastedcreation 2025-12-06 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sebastian hums, hesitant.

"I've never been on one before... I've lived underground most of my life, so an island in the sky is hard to even fathom." He feels... An overabundance of caution, but he's not totally against it.
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[personal profile] hexstrapper 2025-12-06 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Viktor looks at him as he hums, and sees the look of admiration in his lover's eye. He smiles wryly. Silly man.

"What do you mean, not yet?" He tilts his head.

A show of wealth.

"What different backgrounds we have," he remarks. Despite his fine robes, Viktor still has trouble imagining Xander a rich noble man. He's so humble and kind that it runs counter to all the biases Viktor has about the rich.
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[personal profile] trust_us_with_your 2025-12-06 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. There was a face he knew. She was speaking with somebody- it didn't fucking matter who- and his being cloaked in black helped him to blend into the crowd as he threaded through them to draw closer.

Vox will gauge their technique. Do they accept her invitation...? Do they make a pass? Color him curious.

Just.

Curious.

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