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awashlogs2018-09-23 12:59 am
retrobeats) wrote in awashlogs2018-09-23 12:59 am
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do you remember the 21st night of september
WHO: Michael and you!!
WHERE: all over Chroma
WHEN: throughout September!
WHAT: memory share event, plus some more general month-wide prompts
WARNINGS: nothing yet, but i will warn accordingly for anything that comes up!
ONE: BA DE YA DANCING IN SEPTEMBER
[ note: these prompts are OTA and pre-event-11! ]
( a: and when we put on our cloaks and tell warlock jokes we're the coolest kids in the school )
[ who's that sitting at an empty table outside what may have been a cafe or tavern in a past, pre-monochrome life? that would be one Michael Mell, who seems to have covered the entire surface of the table with all his worldly possessions. it's all spread out enough across the table that you can easily see things that look like extremely sketchy, rudimentary maps or floor plans for places with a lot of corridors and dead ends, along with a handful of pages of handwritten notes, weighed down under the corner of an open hardback book.
Michael seems utterly engrossed in whatever it is he's doing, but if you come closer or otherwise grab his attention, he'll look up and give a lazy half-wave, absently clicking the end of his pen. ]
Hey, how's it hanging? So since you're here I got a quick question, do I go with something straightforward for my first boss encounter, or do I throw caution to the wind and go totally wild with it?
( b: arrives a month late to a quest with a slushie )
[ alternatively, on and off throughout this month, you may come across Michael sitting beneath a tree in Flavo. it's not his usual haunt, but it's quiet and out of the way, which is exactly what he's after for this particular endeavour.
approach him, and you will discover that this particular endeavour seems to be… flower crowns, specifically the making of. he's got a whole bunch of flowers arranged in semi-neat piles around him, and he's half-singing, half-humming a few random bars of assorted songs as he works.
wait, wasn't this last month's quest? does he even know? does he even care? maybe you should check that he knows there aren't any quest goodies waiting for him for finishing these. ]
TWO: THNKS FR TH MMRS
[ Michael is a pretty tactile person, but he also has a knack for staying out the way of people he doesn't know well yet (or straight-up doesn't care to know yet), so you may receive a Michael memory one of two ways! for those he's more comfortable with, you'll be hit with a memory as soon as he makes physical contact with you. for acquaintances or those he's not so familiar with? eye contact will be enough! he's also a red which means those memories are going to come with his unfiltered thought commentary, i am so sorry. let me know when tagging in if you would prefer a memory on the happier or sadder end of the scale! ]
( c: one night and one more time )
[ for the first couple days of this whole thing, before it becomes clear what's happening, how it's happening, and that it's definitely gonna be a medium-to-long-duration thing, Michael can be freely encountered out and about around Chroma, where it will be all too easy to get into some kind of situation that will end in forced accidental memory sharing. you're most likely to find him hanging around Ruga, but he can also be encountered in the library or anywhere else your heart desires, including doing either of the things in the non-event prompts above if you wanna have your cake and eat it too! ]
( d: even though they weren't so great )
[ so after swapping a few memories with a few people and realising that this forced oversharing thing is actually impossible to manage because there is no way to predict what kind of contact is gonna set off whoever's memories, Michael decided to heed his more asocial instincts and just hole up at home until everything blew over.
joke's on him, because after a couple days of getting increasingly antsy to the point of it being unbearable, and another day of trying to be stubborn about it anyway, he finally has to call uncle and venture outside once more. (apparently talking to your petrified roomie doesn't count as being around people, who knew?)
so, in the latter days of the memory sharing chaos, Michael can be found trying to find a loophole in this latest magical town-mandated bonding activity. namely, sitting near the border of Ruga and Bluo, on one end of a rickety-looking bench on the main street that winds through both districts. there's a handwritten sign stuck onto the bench next to him that reads:
FREE SILENT CHILL ZONE
beat those old chroma blues!!
(no touching/talking/eye contact/etc necessary)
it may be noted that Michael has both his hood up and his headphones on over his ears in an attempt to enforce that rule. he's also got a notepad open on his lap to keep himself occupied during this attempt at making some kind of interaction-free, oversharing-free "sitting and kind of at least trying to enjoy the company of others and not go nuts" zone. decide to brave the potential for awkwardness and sit, and he might even dare to try and slide a note over to your side of the bench.
on the other hand! any attempts to break the silence to talk to him, even to ask him what the heck he's doing, will be met with one hand shooting out with a fingersnap to form a "hold that thought" gesture, not even bothering to look up from where he's hunched over his notebook. ]
Yeah, no, I'm gonna stop you there. [ look, talking isn't his invasive forced oversharing trigger!! ] You saw my sign, right? I stuck it up for a reason, trust me.
WHERE: all over Chroma
WHEN: throughout September!
WHAT: memory share event, plus some more general month-wide prompts
WARNINGS: nothing yet, but i will warn accordingly for anything that comes up!
ONE: BA DE YA DANCING IN SEPTEMBER
[ note: these prompts are OTA and pre-event-11! ]
( a: and when we put on our cloaks and tell warlock jokes we're the coolest kids in the school )
[ who's that sitting at an empty table outside what may have been a cafe or tavern in a past, pre-monochrome life? that would be one Michael Mell, who seems to have covered the entire surface of the table with all his worldly possessions. it's all spread out enough across the table that you can easily see things that look like extremely sketchy, rudimentary maps or floor plans for places with a lot of corridors and dead ends, along with a handful of pages of handwritten notes, weighed down under the corner of an open hardback book.
Michael seems utterly engrossed in whatever it is he's doing, but if you come closer or otherwise grab his attention, he'll look up and give a lazy half-wave, absently clicking the end of his pen. ]
Hey, how's it hanging? So since you're here I got a quick question, do I go with something straightforward for my first boss encounter, or do I throw caution to the wind and go totally wild with it?
( b: arrives a month late to a quest with a slushie )
[ alternatively, on and off throughout this month, you may come across Michael sitting beneath a tree in Flavo. it's not his usual haunt, but it's quiet and out of the way, which is exactly what he's after for this particular endeavour.
approach him, and you will discover that this particular endeavour seems to be… flower crowns, specifically the making of. he's got a whole bunch of flowers arranged in semi-neat piles around him, and he's half-singing, half-humming a few random bars of assorted songs as he works.
wait, wasn't this last month's quest? does he even know? does he even care? maybe you should check that he knows there aren't any quest goodies waiting for him for finishing these. ]
TWO: THNKS FR TH MMRS
[ Michael is a pretty tactile person, but he also has a knack for staying out the way of people he doesn't know well yet (or straight-up doesn't care to know yet), so you may receive a Michael memory one of two ways! for those he's more comfortable with, you'll be hit with a memory as soon as he makes physical contact with you. for acquaintances or those he's not so familiar with? eye contact will be enough! he's also a red which means those memories are going to come with his unfiltered thought commentary, i am so sorry. let me know when tagging in if you would prefer a memory on the happier or sadder end of the scale! ]
( c: one night and one more time )
[ for the first couple days of this whole thing, before it becomes clear what's happening, how it's happening, and that it's definitely gonna be a medium-to-long-duration thing, Michael can be freely encountered out and about around Chroma, where it will be all too easy to get into some kind of situation that will end in forced accidental memory sharing. you're most likely to find him hanging around Ruga, but he can also be encountered in the library or anywhere else your heart desires, including doing either of the things in the non-event prompts above if you wanna have your cake and eat it too! ]
( d: even though they weren't so great )
[ so after swapping a few memories with a few people and realising that this forced oversharing thing is actually impossible to manage because there is no way to predict what kind of contact is gonna set off whoever's memories, Michael decided to heed his more asocial instincts and just hole up at home until everything blew over.
joke's on him, because after a couple days of getting increasingly antsy to the point of it being unbearable, and another day of trying to be stubborn about it anyway, he finally has to call uncle and venture outside once more. (apparently talking to your petrified roomie doesn't count as being around people, who knew?)
so, in the latter days of the memory sharing chaos, Michael can be found trying to find a loophole in this latest magical town-mandated bonding activity. namely, sitting near the border of Ruga and Bluo, on one end of a rickety-looking bench on the main street that winds through both districts. there's a handwritten sign stuck onto the bench next to him that reads:
beat those old chroma blues!!
(no touching/talking/eye contact/etc necessary)
it may be noted that Michael has both his hood up and his headphones on over his ears in an attempt to enforce that rule. he's also got a notepad open on his lap to keep himself occupied during this attempt at making some kind of interaction-free, oversharing-free "sitting and kind of at least trying to enjoy the company of others and not go nuts" zone. decide to brave the potential for awkwardness and sit, and he might even dare to try and slide a note over to your side of the bench.
on the other hand! any attempts to break the silence to talk to him, even to ask him what the heck he's doing, will be met with one hand shooting out with a fingersnap to form a "hold that thought" gesture, not even bothering to look up from where he's hunched over his notebook. ]
Yeah, no, I'm gonna stop you there. [ look, talking isn't his invasive forced oversharing trigger!! ] You saw my sign, right? I stuck it up for a reason, trust me.
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soon enough, he's written and pushed back over:
man I bet you rock at cursive, look at all those CURVES!
honestly I'm super Done atm. I tried just staying out of the way and THAT sucked so now I'm playing the waiting game same as you
sorry to hear about the headache. but I can't say I'm surprised
and thanks! I was hoping it'd work but honestly now I also feel like I'm back in high school trying to pass notes without the teacher seeing ]
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[ Thank you. My penmanship is a little rusty, but I make do.
I didn't go to school due to my upbringing, so if this is part of the experience then I'm glad to partake.
I'm sorry to hear things have been difficult for you. If you want to
talkwrite, I'll stay around for a while. ][ just an offer if he's interested, but no pressure added. ]
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oh yeah, that makes sense. honestly you're not missing out that much so I wouldn't worry
and that's super rad of you but tbh it's not like everyone else isn't in the same boat.
for the most part I don't like feeling like I know stuff about people that I'm not supposed to know or that they weren't ready for me to know.
... of course, Zelda may or may not choose to even read that latest note anyway, because as Michael tries to slide it back over with the pen, the pen itself skitters before rolling over towards the edge of the bench, threatening to topple right off. ]
--oh, whoops!
[ reflexively, unthinking, he reaches over to try and catch it before it falls. ]
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--
[ the memory opens up to zelda walking along an outdoor walkway of the castle. she speaks to her knight about the advancements of technology pioneered by the sheikah scientists, and that soon the secrets of the ancient weapons will come to light. for the time her spirits are high and elated, smiling to her ever silent companion.
however the mood is cut by the commanding boom of an elder man, and when she turns the king of hyrule comes into focus. the knight, loyal to the crown, gets upon a knee and bows in his presence. zelda remains standing, hands scrunching to fists by her sides as she takes a step toward him. anxiety and nerves shake her heart even as she begins to speak with him, but he quickly cuts her off to demand progress on her training. to tell her to stop treating all of this as a "game."
anger and despair begin to mix in her as she tries to explain her efforts, but again is quickly rebuffed. the king orders her to no longer take part in anything having to do with the machines, as he turns away from her and looks to the machines, continuing on.
"Do you know how the gossip mongers refer to you?" he asks, voice stern and collected compared to her quiet distress. "They are out there at this moment whispering amongst themselves... that you are the heir to a throne of nothing. nothing but failure."
his words are a jab through her heart and she no longer has it in her to even look at him. her head remains bowed, her spirit in pain, and only the feeling of failure floods her emotions. she barely even hears the rest of his words, but the memory makes clear he tells her to prove them all wrong.
it soon ends there, zelda left to her despair as the king turns to walk away. ]