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Week 6
Weather: All Week - Clear Skies
- A New Week
This weekend, you had unusual dreams. For some of you, they brought you to an outdoor arena that none of you had ever seen before. For others, you dreamed of a familiar place: a place that felt like home in some way. And when you fall asleep on Sunday night, you’ll find that dreams of your homes are continuing. Your home may be exactly as you remember it, at any point in time before you arrived here; perhaps there will be slight differences, or maybe it seems like a different version of your home altogether. Maybe nobody else is in it except for you.
For each dreamer, however, you’ll find that your dreams will start in your own world; but at some point, there will be a mysterious blue light that appears. It looks like a large portal that will lead you to somewhere. Choose to step inside, and you’ll be taken to a random islander’s dream. Alternatively, if you elect to remain inside of your own dream, you may suddenly see a ray of yellow light that appears, and once the light fades, another one of your fellow islanders will appear before you.
Abilities will work as they did over the weekend in your dreams and in the real world. Everyone will have one of their own, whether it be their existing powers from home or something new entirely. Even the formerly powerless will have something within them -- namely something similar to what the strange boy you saw this weekend could do. Perhaps you now have the ability to launch apples at your opponents at a lightning fast speed. Maybe you can rip a tree out of the ground with your bare hands.
And most importantly...everyone will remember their dreams when they wake. Your memories of seeing your friends’ homes (or seeing them in your home instead) will remain. These dreams seem to happen every night for the rest of the week.
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Things do seem to return to relative normalcy on Monday morning. Tom Nook’s announcements begin, though he only has two new things to report.
“Good morning, everyone! I hope you all had a fun weekend, yes? I apologize for not having much for you to do this time around, but hopefully you could all use it as a chance to relax. Now, though, it’s time to get back to work on event planning. I’m hoping to bring K.K. Slider over by August 15th, so if that date does work for all of you to host the event, then that’s when you’ll need to be ready by. Once you’ve all decided on what to do, the other thing I’ll need for you to do is to create flyer designs.
In my tent are some papers and markers, crayons and what have you. It may see a little...childish, for some of you, but I assure you that your creativity will come a long way in capturing the hearts of all sorts of people in this world! Feel free to submit as many designs as you want, and I’ll send them over to Nook Inc. to make copies of all of them. We’ll work with Orville to get them all sent out.”
The next and final announcement follows immediately afterwards.
“And finally, we have an exciting opportunity passed onto me by the Able Sisters! Mabel and Sable are holding a design contest for an Isle Sonrisa pattern to put on some of their clothing! Channel your island spirit into your design and create something that you think best represents the island. You can use the supplies for the flyers to draw out your designs, and submit them to Mabel by Thursday. Everyone will get a participation prize of 5,000 bells, but there will be a grand prize for the person whose design gets selected!”
He claps his hands for a brief moment in excitement.
“That’s all for your announcements! Have a wonderful week, everyone!”
Possible Objectives
1. Participate in the Able Sisters' design contest. (Note: Entries can be drawn OR written out OOCly. We will choose a winner via RNG.)
2. Work towards preparing the island for your event
3. Make those flyers and submit them to Tom Nook (drawn or written OOCly is fine)
4. See what's going on in your dreams...
Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday
heavensward spoilers
[This, however...this was home, or as close to it as one could get in the brief respite of a slumbering mind. In a snowy climate past some long-abandoned stone ruins was a precarious cliffside...overlooking a massive city lit like the star-patterned sky that had barely begun its shift into dawn.]
[On the cliff's edge was a single grave, adorned only with fresh white lilies and a broken shield bearing the emblem of a red unicorn's head. (Perhaps a familiar one, to those who watched when violet Miqo'te ears moved.) Upon the stone itself was inscribed a set of Eorzean dates twenty-eight years apart, and above them the name Haurchefant Greystone.]
...and he's a bleedin' raccoon, fer Byregot's sake, I feel like I'm losin' my godsdamned mind.
[Sitting cross-legged in front of the gravestone was Scintilla, of course--tail swaying animatedly as she talked as if to an enraptured audience--in a thick accent reminiscent of a sailor in a tavern.]
Says he doesn't really know why, but th' dreams're gettin weirder, if my bein' here ain't hint enough. This realm's nothin' like travelin' to the First--hell, ain't nothin' like the Thirteenth either. Iunno what I'm s'posed to do around here--no gods or Ascians or Garleans to deal with, all that's back at home doin' who knows what.
[Sighing, her tail dropped into the snow as if dejected.]
...If any one of 'em gets hurt while I'm here screwin' about, then what is the bleedin' point of me?
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Scintilla-san?
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[The accent was mostly gone in a flash when she spoke again, ears swiveling as she looked over her shoulder.]
Oh...hey, kid. You cold?
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[She admits with a nervous laugh. Head tilt.]
You talk different here?
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[Does she actually know what a gravestone is? Who knows, but it doesn't seem right to ask.]
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...Yeah. I do.
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I bet they miss you too, where they are. ...Sorry. It sounds like a lot of stuff happened, Scintilla-san.
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[She didn't even know what 'winning' would look like anymore, at this point.]
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...And a gravestone.
Ren simply stands there for a bit, not interrupting as Scintilla speaks. It's only after the last part that he approaches, footsteps crunching in the snow.]
It's not like you chose to come here. There's no use in beating yourself up for something you can't control, Scintilla.
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[She pulled her knees to her chest, tail kicking up snow in a restless back and forth motion.]
Kind of tired of not bein' able to choose much of anything. [The accent was dropped immediately, back to her usual halfheartedly casual tone.]
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...Yeah, I know how that feels. It's not fun, being helpless. Still, I'm sure you'll be back home soon. It seems like we're starting to figure out what's going on here, after all.
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[As long as it doesn't end up going the opposite way, anyway.
For a while longer, he's quiet. His gaze turns to the gravestone they're sitting besides. Maybe it's best he not say anything, but...]
...A friend of yours?
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[She stumbled over the name, voice not quite breaking but just sounding like she flat out couldn't pronounce
FrenchIshgardian. She paused and shook her head, trying a second time a little more slowly.]Haurchefant was already a friend of ours, so when we had nowhere else to go we came to Coerthas. Little down the road there, to Camp Dragonhead where he was stationed. He helped to get us a place to stay with his father and brothers in Ishgard--they were so isolated from the rest of Eorzea that we'd be safer there. [Sure as hell not safe, but it was the best option at the time.]
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I see. Having a friend like that... That's important, especially in a situation like the one you got wrapped up in.
1/2 i'm not sorry
My other friends...'specially back then, a lot of 'em don't always see me like I'm-... [a person] ...well, s' a little more like they're more concerned over what I have to do for the world's sake rather than if I even want to. Like'm on some kinda pedestal that I couldn't get down from. S' better now, just a little--Alisaie and Alphinaud get it a lot more than they used to, and I know Shtola worries even if she does it behind my back.
[The meandering words were accompanied by a languid swaying of her tail in the snow; thoughtful, like even Scintilla wasn't sure where this was going.]
He wasn't all that different, sort of. I was some grand adventurer, the Warrior of Light, could practically see him get starry eyed when we talked--but gods, with him I wasn't a soldier or a weapon or a means to an end. With Haurchefant it felt like I was the second comin' of Halone with a damned tail. He was encouragin' no matter what we were stuck dealin' with, cheerin' me on so loud it was annoying seven hells out of everyone else.
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...Our friend Aymeric--good heart but not a brain between those pointed ears sometimes--he landed himself in a lot of trouble with Ishgard's corrupt archbishop and the Temple Knights. So we scratched together who we could and busted the place up to save him, 'course. Blasted through some Temple Knights, probably broke a few artifacts, the usual.
We got Aymeric and we were chasin' down the archbishop, but...I was stupid. Real, real godsdamned stupid. Ran headfirst after him, didn't even think to check surroundings first. If I thought for a second I might've seen the Temple Knight up high behind us. Zephirin, his name was. Cast some kinda damned magic with his lance, and next thing I knew...there's Haurchefant, between me and certain death holdin' a shield.
[Her tail had gone still, bristling in the snow as the only sign of how angry she really was. Anything else was buried deep enough that it didn't even reflect in her voice.]
...And then it broke. He died in Aymeric's arms with me holdin' his hand--made sure to ask if I was alright, and the last thing he ever said to me is gonna be rattlin' down to my damn soul for the rest of my life.
'Do not look at me so. A smile better suits a hero.'
Wasn't the first friend I lost. Wouldn't be anythin' near the last. Hell, he wasn't even the first person to die helpin' me out. But...that was the first one that was my fault.
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...It's not something a person can easily get over, is it? Losing someone in that kind of way. Wondering why. Wondering if there was something, anything you could've done to stop it. If you'd only known better, if you'd only tried harder...
[Ren takes a deep breath. One hand, keeping warm in his pocket, moves to wrap around the leather glove that always stays there. Some things, he knew he'd never forget, and he'd always question.]
I know how you feel. And frankly, it sucks.
[Wise words, there.]
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...Never had a chance to tell 'im the truth, either. Ain't something I ever told anyone--well, just one person later on. [She sighed, halfhearted affectation slipping away into that coarser accent she'd spoken with when she thought she was alone.]
The Warrior of Light n' Darkness, slayer of primals and savior of more shit than I can keep track of at this point...I ain't nothin' but a blacksmith off the streets of Limsa. They all think I'm some kind of great and powerful whatever, when it ain't nothin' but a freak chance all the way back from the creation of the bleedin' world that landed me in the position I'm at.
[Whatever the hell that meant.]
By the time I realized I was fakin' everythin' about myself so it would look kinda like I knew what I was doin', I was in way too far to stop. Almost everybody that's died for me--because of me, Haurchefant included, they died for someone they didn't even know nothin' about.
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