𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚡 … it started as a regular morning. you were pacing your favorite place around the town, eyes glued ahead or above — perhaps foreign to some of our more reserved townies, but today felt different… a few more paces, and your foot collides with something. it's not too heavy, but it can easily hold its own. after all, its withstood the past few nights - wet, with mid-autumn rains whose force whistles against your bedroom window.
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION : this is the first task + mini plotdrop of kilmer's cove ! muse participation is not mandatory, but highly recommended. to participate, make sure to tag your post as #kilmer.task01 so we can view your lovely answers and collect them for near future hauntings. if opting out, make sure to give this a quick read regardless, as it will inform new threads from here on out ! click the READ MORE and see what you will soon find out about your muse… and maybe yourself ?
you may answer the following questions in any format that you would like — prose, ooc headcanon style, an all-encompassing self para … whatever fits your creative vision the best !
if you do decide to venture in on this journey with us, all questions must be answered, but in any order you see makes sense with the narrative. the text in bold is what must be answered. all other info is there to guide you and your muse.
this may delve into themes of trauma and pain, so please use your discretion when tagging trigger warnings on the post. any of the triggers listed here must be tagged.
— NOW, LET'S CONTINUE .
Q01 : you, ever the curious cat, whether you'd like to admit it or not, crouches down, eyes laser-focused on the item before them. what does the outside of the box look like ? is this something they have seen before — either in their dreams or reality ? go as detailed as you'd like. possible descriptors can delve into things like: what material is the box made of, does it have any significance to y/m or someone close to them, does it have this enticing energy or will y/m rebuke this omen, is it hot to the touch or freezing cold, etc.
Q02 : after careful deliberation, or maybe none at all, you have decided to take your chances, anyway. your hand is outstretched, fingers skimming the exterior before finally pulling it into your grasp. is it locked ? a simple yes or no could suffice, or you could go in depth about how surprisingly easy it was to open, or, conversely, paint a picture of a struggle. will they accept defeat, or use their surroundings to pry it open.
Q03 : a time capsule, it seems, but you don't remember making one. how did it get here ? you might be losing your mind, at this point. regardless, relish in your success. congrats. you've opened it. now tell me what's inside. pictures ? jewelry ? useless knick knacks ?
Q04 : the finale. do you take it home, or are its contents so painful, you cannot bear to have it in your sight any longer ? again, a simple answer, or a careful deliberation would work — both tell me exactly what i need to know.
if you decided to leave it there, or perhaps throw it into the ocean, you may never see it again. if you decided to keep it : during your journey home, whatever bag or pocket you decided to stash it in — perhaps it is cradled by the safety of your palms or arms — you slowly feel the weight being turned into something different. for you are dust, and to dust you shall return. it was all a dream. are you brave enough to share that with your community ? or will you keep your cards close ? the air feels odd, and everyone, in one way or another, simply feels… off. for those who seek out external guidance, it seems as if the town of kilmer and its shared delusions might not just be a piece of urban legend.
this collective dream will now drive your future threads, whether you posted a task or not, your muse still fell victim to this disorienting dream. will you finally give in to the mystery of the cove ? or will you continue to push against the current of superstition ?
