#vel:event

[velgroverp]

event 001 — the vanishing.

velgrove, when you said goodnight to your loved ones, your companions, to the moon and stars, this is not what you expected to wake up to, did you?

the rooster crows, and crows, and crows. it crows to wake up all the residents in velgrove who will hear it cry — the sun is gone. what had ended as a regular summer night, has now transformed into the growing silhouette of a nightmare. in all of velgrove and as far as the eye can see stretched past the sea, the forest cliffs, the mountains, and even the pathways out of velgrove, the sun has completely disappeared leaving in its wake, a black endless sky. darkness clouds the small town like wretched sickness, like a deep impenetrable fog, smoke filled with frightening hunger. it's easy to sense, how the forest has gone silent. how domesticated animals are restless. and how the only things that keep the town illuminated are the street lamps when they're not flickering, struggling to keep themselves alive. an emergency town meeting is held at town hall where the mayor announces all children and elderly to stay home. or to find refuge at the lakehouse library where seemingly impossible, the lake emits a soft glow illuminating the space and offering warmth and comfort in this time of trouble. in it's reflection is what seems to be the sun. there is not enough space for everyone at the lakehouse library, nor can everyone afford to abandon their homes - their livelihoods. for those individuals, the mayor has implemented a buddy system to ensure that no resident is ever left alone in the darkness. whether they keep to the same partner or not does not matter. no one should be traveling alone. when night time comes, the mayor's fear only strengthens as the moon fails to rise as well only showing itself in the lake's reflection much like the sun. that night, the elders that gather at the lakehouse spread rumors and stories of old. — it has been believed that the sun and moon would go missing every five years. but for the past fifty years, this occurrence had come to a stop. some believe it had to do with the passing of the founder. others believe it has to do with the land. though no one is in agreement, one thing is clear - there is something to fear out there.

hello little grovelings, and welcome to our first official event!

in roleplay time, this event will span two weeks. out of character, this event will be open for the remainder of the month to allow you ample time to get in event threads and for event interactions meaning it will officially end on june 30th. after june 30th, no new threads should be started.

event interactions!

BUDDY SYSTEM — the mayor has ordered a buddy system be implemented for any individuals who are not currently taking refuge at the lakeside to ensure that no one is ever left alone for any extended period of time. does your muse find someone? do they get assigned? or do they forego the entire system at the mayor's behest? or simply because they have no choice for the sake of their work?

LAKEHOUSE REFUGE — depending on where your muse lives, maybe they've been forced to head to the lakehouse for the time being. or maybe they bunk in with someone else who has the extra space. maybe they don't have the extra space but are willing to put your muse up until they figure out a plan or something changes. does your muse volunteer to take care of the folks lining up at the lakehouse?

electricity has affected nearly every location in velgrove with the exception of the lakeside and town center.

thistle forest - electricity only works in the morning hours.

the fields - electricity only works in the evening hours.

the beach shore - electricity has completely cut out.

uptown - electricity goes in and out through the days at odd intervals.

downtown - electricity has completely cut out.

HALLUCINATIONS — with the disappearance of the sun and moon, a blanket of darkness has surrounded all of velgrove. under its cover, residents have become defenseless against the hallucinations that have begun to take shape throughout town. they come in forms of inhuman shadows, voices, and even people. the most susceptible to come face to face with a hallucination are those traveling alone. if your muse does not acknowledge the hallucination, they will be okay. if your muse chooses to interact with a hallucination - knowingly or not, they will end up at the doctor's under the symptoms of a coma known as the witch's illness - comas induced from hallucinations after experiencing an oddity in velgrove. your muse will exist in a dream state believing they are okay until the effects of the hallucination wear off or until they gain lucidness within their dream and awake themselves.

please tag all your threads and event related posts with "event 001: the vanishing".

special prompts!

there will be two special prompts available for this event — these prompts will be horror/psychological horror based. prompts are not explicit in detail but trigger warnings have been applied. if you would like to enter to be picked for the prompt, please reply below with your muse. if you have an extra benefit and would like to use it, please message main! entry for special prompts will be open until saturday, 6/14 @ 11.59pm.

if you are selected for these prompts, they will be delivered to you through your submit box. if a response is not posted within a week of receiving the prompt, the prompt will be made public and be up for grabs by whichever member claims it first.

first prompt — this will be a recurring dream that haunts your muse throughout the two weeks that the sun and moon have disappeared. trigger warnings include: depictions of suicide

second prompt — this will be a canon moment in your muse's timeline in relation to the event. trigger warnings include: disappearances

[velhaeil]

tell me two lies and one truth.

“all right. eudora, was it? one moment—” he’s tipping the edge of the bowl to dredge up the last of his stew into his mouth, still hungry, and exhausted, starving, starving, “in no particular order,” he continues as he sets the bowl aside on the table, plants both feet on the ground to fix his posture, turns to eudora—dark gold, and curious, and foreign—with an amused arch on his brow and a settled stomach “i never lie to the people i love, and i can juggle up to seven objects at a time, and i have never had a drink.”

[shiro-vel]

do you believe there's something special about velgrove?

"there must be something special about everything." he said while looking to eudora, hands working on cleaning the plate she had just eaten from, picking it up from the table. "it's the place i've spent all my life on, i think it needs to be special." he nodded to himself, as if agreeing to his own words.

"i hear a lot of opinions about here from the kitchen, you know? to each their own opinions, and I hear it all. even more, i also listen to the whispers that come from the night, the woods and the sea. a town that talks own its own is special enough to me." once again, he nodded. "what do you like about here?"

[velhaeil]

— event 001 / the vanishing if you had to pick between the two, would you choose the sun or the moon?

“do you always wait until the third drink to start the idle chatter?” haeil will humor him, obviously, as he oft does after the tension finally, finally, unzips from his shoulders; as he sits with his legs extended and crossed at the ankles on a makeshift cot he made for himself in a quiet corner, behind the physics section, of the overly crowded shelter. it is a coincidence that the back door exit is right next to him. unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to slip away, back home.

it’s just water in his cup. it’s nearly four in the morning. haeil is still parched and he has not slept a wink—hopes, or expects, that graves won’t mind that he will keep his eyes, red-ringed in fatigue, unfocused for this one. a strange, darkened velgrove is making him act all tetchy, like he’s taking his chances between hellfire and moonlight and the odds aren’t terribly clear on which he will find at the end of the line. he hadn’t recognized his own reflection looking back at him when he had looked into the lake, trailing after the reflection of the sun, hands down under.

so he sits, sits, sits; revises how to make a crude torch out of the leftovers of today’s (yesterday’s?) collection of unusable firewood; thinks on the wounds he left on several of the standing trunks behind his cabin; on the small plates and buckets he left to collect the ooze of resin as the forest starts the mending.

he would like it if he could peer out of the windowpane and see the light splashing carelessly, over all the things that don’t matter.

“i choose the sun,” haeil answers simply, “it helps the silkworms grow into maturity.”

sun, like the little circle scribbles he leaves his nieces right next to their names in the letters he writes to them every month. sun, like the heat of the sand that warms and quenches fire in equal measure. the sun, that which lacks the quality of dreams; lacks absence; that which grows furious and free, far from blindness.

[velhaeil]

do you believe in velgrove's wishing well?

“miss yang. . .” maybe some people really do find solace in the impossible— promoted to improbable, now, on account of the current state of their sky. after an interlude of silence, aiming a rather confused stare to the curls framing her face, haeil approaches her with an extra gas lamp in hand, and he gives it to her without explaining himself; then he uses his newly freed hand to shepherd her towards the library, away from the lakefront.

but it goes like that, yeah? if you don’t look at crisis and assign it a name; if you don’t give a face to calamity, then who’s to say that they’re not all collectively dreaming? what is there beyond the blight in the dark? what is there in the night that can look at them without eyes? what is there at the bottom of barrel, or at the bottom of that strange lake, or at the mouth of that fabled well? a scene on the lid of a sleeper’s eye, that well, haeil thinks and shrugs his shoulders, and insists for her to usher on inside, “you know, i’m tempted to say that i do think it’s out there. when we find it, i think we should ask it to clear the air. now go on before the cold gets you.”

[shiro-vel]

what is your favorite memory?

"such delicate things, the memories we hold, as if a candle that could be blown out at any moment. we protect them so carefully, fighting against the wind to keep that fire going for the longest we can, but eventually, it will blow out. we can never be sure when will be the last time we think about something or someone. so maybe the question is: what candle am my fighting to keep alight... and to that all i have an answer, the last time i ever saw my mother's face."