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Take a look. It's in a book.
WHO: Open
WHERE: A vault behind a door that opened with a magic key under a trap door in a field in Flavo
WHEN: After Tristan's forum post
WHAT: Write your own story!
WARNINGS: none that I know of - I guess let me know if you do something warning-worthy so I can update
Last month, I have received a quill. . . . A few short lines scribbled onto that book’s pages have yielded me no results, but perhaps defter hands than mine can reveal its secrets. To that end I have left the quill within the room where the book lies, so that any denizen of this world might use it freely. I believe that, considering the recently published end to Mr. F’s woeful tale, we are meant to rewrite the story of this world. As such, it seems fair that all of us play a part in its completion.
The book and the quill are waiting. What will you write?
[Consolidated log for anyone interested in having their character write in the magic book. Please see this post for more details and ooc discussion.]
WHERE: A vault behind a door that opened with a magic key under a trap door in a field in Flavo
WHEN: After Tristan's forum post
WHAT: Write your own story!
WARNINGS: none that I know of - I guess let me know if you do something warning-worthy so I can update
Last month, I have received a quill. . . . A few short lines scribbled onto that book’s pages have yielded me no results, but perhaps defter hands than mine can reveal its secrets. To that end I have left the quill within the room where the book lies, so that any denizen of this world might use it freely. I believe that, considering the recently published end to Mr. F’s woeful tale, we are meant to rewrite the story of this world. As such, it seems fair that all of us play a part in its completion.
The book and the quill are waiting. What will you write?
[Consolidated log for anyone interested in having their character write in the magic book. Please see this post for more details and ooc discussion.]
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....I.... think that sounds about right.
[ She pauses briefly before she decides to elaborate. ] I've already tried writing in the book, but the ink vanished into the paper. [ Basically, what she wrote in it wasn't good enough. Or rather-- ]
When that happened, I got the distinct feeling that both the book and quill are tools to be used for Chroma's future... but that it can't be done by just one person. Instead, everyone should.
As if I can write a single sentence, but then someone else has to pen the next.
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[ This is a great amount of power in one person's hands. There's a lot of havoc that can be wrought even in a single sentence. She doesn't think there's anyone here that would use it for more nefarious means, but still - ]
That's quite a lot of trust this book is putting in us to do something benevolent. What would happen if the people who were called here were villains?
[ The smile on her face is sly... but when she walks over to the book, it softens into something more genuine. ]
Let's see here. Maybe something like... [ She puts a finger to her chin; she hasn't actually put quill to paper yet, in an uncharacteristic moment of contemplation. This moment is for thinking it over. ] The town flourished with the blessings of both the new arrivals and the chicken, the former residents were remembered and honored, and the tiny hamlet became a village which grew into a vibrant city. Not my best work, but it seems fitting enough.
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Mythra looks over at the book. ]
What I wrote just ended up fading into the book-- and it was kind of a summary like that, so it must have not worked. It might need something simpler or smaller from each of us. [ Regardless, she shrugs. ] But why not give it a try anyway?
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[ Well, she's not being stopped, so Magilou goes right ahead and writes it into the book. The ink stays for a moment, so she assumes it might be okay -
- And then before she's even finished writing the first half of the sentence, the words start to fade on the page like the ink's being absorbed back into the ether. Weird. She shrugs and turns back around, twirling the quill around her fingers. ]
Yup, seems like it's totally dry again. So it's either limited by length, or complexity... [ Maybe what she's trying to change is too much at once, or perhaps too vague. ] What if we each wrote one half of a sentence?
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[ And now? She begins to pace. ] ...We should stick to writing full sentences. Because if we only write half of one, and it fades before the next person can pick up where it was left off, then that could be trouble. [ Unfinished works and all that-- but she really has no idea.
She stops, turning to look at Magilou. ] Writing that "people became closer through their bonds" takes too much away from the story. But how does the journey end there?
We have to think outside of the box: bonds are the key to this world and restoring its color. What can we write to happen, that will produce many genuine and deep opportunities to strengthen bonds?
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She sighs, the quill still held between her fingers. This place may not be the most glamorous of worlds... but there are people that she's grown to care about here. She should help out; even she can admit that she wants to finish the story off right. ]
You're right. Though, at this point, I'd consider myself more of a historian than someone who looks to the future, so that's best left to the naïve ones who always look on the bright side.
[ In other words, not her. But she's here, she has the quill in her hands, she has to write something. And she's actually being serious this time. ]
I know some people who think that bonds are best made over food and drink. There's been enough banquets in this town to feed an entire army twice over, but they always seem to work. Maybe if we created the opportunity for everyone to do more than just eat - like, if everyone cooked together, over a big hotpot or something.
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Y-yeah.... hotpots.
[ Ahem. ]
I was thinking-- more along the lines of... trying to open up all or most of the old quests, so that everyone might be able to complete them over again to help with color restoration. [ That's lazy writing though. ] Some of those quests were very powerful-- like one that could grant wishes.
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[ Just devious enough for her to sign up, and just possible enough for it to work! ]
As long as we leave out some of the more gruesome ones, I'd say. Not that I was around here for most of those little escapades - seems like everyone had tons of fun before I even got here! I was kidnapped so late that there were only tiny morsels left to sample.
[ Now the only question is, how can that be written in a way the book would appreciate? She recites her idea first - ]
In order to restore the final splashes of color, the town's new residents came together to repeat every task that made the world vibrant.
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That's good... write that down.
[ And she hopes it might work! She hopes. But what else, what else? There has to be something else-- something that they are missing (besides color of course).
Mythra, in the end, can't quite think of anything beyond her previous suggestion. People will simply have to come together to form those bonds and restore their color. She cares for the town and this world, but what if it's not enough? What if this realm is destroyed, all of its feeling and saturation sapped out of it by some unknowable force>
What happens afterwards, what happens to them?
When Magilou's done writing her own piece into the book, Mythra will take the quill from her and pen: ]
The town learned that even if not all color was restored, the otherworlders' bonds were unbreakable and strong enough to build bridges between their worlds.
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Magilou hands off the pen for Mythra to take when she's done. Despite her normal high-flying antics, she's taken care to pass it safely. Even she knows what kind of power this quill might hold, and she's taking it seriously. Which is why she steps back and lets Mythra write her piece, knowing that... if something changes because of this, it might just be their ticket home. ]
Unbreakable and strong, huh? Guess there isn't much this town has thrown at us that we haven't overcome... even if we've only squeaked by sometimes.
[ Man, she's getting soft. She quickly rights herself and looks at the book, just in case - this thing has been pretty finicky with what it accepts and what it doesn't.
...Case in point, the words that Magilou wrote are starting to fade, ever so slightly. ]
Huh. Guess mine wasn't good enough for this thing's standards. Picky! You won't let us just fill it all in at once? [ Maybe it was too much of a blanket statement... ]
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She doesn't know what to make of it. ] Mine, either.
[ Time to try again? ]
Damn, you'd think that we'd at least get more of a hint of what to write. If this town is cursed-- what is it going to take to undo it? Kiss the well? [ She's just spit-balling here, delaying as she tries to think of something else to write. ]
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Egads, our careers as writers are over before they even began! This is what they meant by read it and weep - I feel like crying just watching it disappear!
[ She's overdramatizing a bit, but it is depressing. She has the vaguest feeling that her words were too overarching or ambitious. ]
If we want to keep up the story, I'm thinking we might need to aim a bit... lower. My words disappeared, too, so I feel like anything super powerful is too much for one person to write alone.
[ This place is built on fairytales, though, so - ]
Everything here has a catch. If you kissed the well, I bet it'd... turn right into a frog, or something.
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After I think of what else to write in this book.
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[ She shrugs, because... honestly, she's out of ideas for now, too. She wasn't expecting it to be as easy as writing a way home in the book, and tada, there they go, but still... If all of their words have been rejected, it's hard to tell what won't be. ]
If you're planning on giving that well a big ol' smooch any time soon, though, you better give me a call first! You'll need a witness for a ceremony like that.
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The well and I prefer to keep our relationship on the down-low, thanks.