#mamonoevent

[jardinsoleil-blog]

♛ sins and saltwater

@helleorhighwater​

Jaune wanted to scream. She had been watching Netflix and then she’d suddenly had the urge to rip her TV off of the wall and throw it onto the floor. She’d nearly done it too, but she was hit with the sudden idea to cram herself under her bed and use packs of Skittles as an appealing distraction.

She thought it better to channel her energy into something less destructive, so after dragging herself out from under the bed, she decided to see if Helle was perhaps dealing with her own October-related problems.

With care, Jaune selected an outfit— sadly, something a little less extravagant than she would typically go for. Her fear was that she’d give into some sort of impulse and ruin some really good clothes she was fond of. She did her eyeliner, then lightly misted herself with perfume (there were few things she enjoyed more than smelling lovely). Finally, she grabbed the packs of Skittles she hadn’t found the opportunity to tear into yet and put them in her purse in case Helle would like them.

Jaune didn’t bother with shoes, figuring she was going to be walking on the sand anyway. She found her way to the sea. “Helle!” she called, wiggling her toes in the sand. She paused for a moment to contemplate throwing the entire contents of her handbag into the ocean, before calling a particular selkie’s name again.

[jardinsoleil-blog]

♛ sim homicide month

Jaune recognized October was upon her as soon as she had to sweep up the shards of two of her golden champagne flutes. The first one she’d broken impulsively (she’d had some the night before and left it close to the edge of the countertop and just had to nudge it), and the second she’d broken because for a brief moment it made perfect sense to break another so she still had an even set. She wheeled around in her computer chair, laughing hysterically as she tormented her Sims, discarding months and months of tender care and nurturing, because, y’know, the high she was getting off of setting her Sims on fire and tearing their families apart was definitely better. This failed to appease her for terribly long, though, and Jaune soon set off on a candy-eating, havoc-wreaking path in her own home. She could only hope she didn’t set herself on fire before November.

[undeadair]

halloweiner

It took a few hours before Flora realised what was up. She felt alright when she woke up, but everywhere she walked, her feet left sticky puddles behind - ectoplasm, so freakin’ embarrassing. When she picked up her phone to text Rei and tell her she might be late - y’know, cus of the leaky ghost goo - the phone fizzled and died in her hand. It’d been ages since she’d shorted it; she’d got it enchanted to protect it from her ghost shit. Man. Not her day at all. When she opened the fridge, the light blew. When she reached for a mug, it rocketed away from her palm and smashed on the floor. Doors slammed as she passed them. Every pipe in her apartment started to drip and creak. It was like her place was fuckin’ haunted. Oh. Oh. Without the usual telltale signs - pumpkins and fake cobwebs and flammable costumes in every store - she’d forgotten what month they’d hit. For the next four weeks, Flora was stuck living life like a fuckin’ Paranormal Activity wannabe. Shit.

[helleorhighwater]

helle of a time

The sun was just rising over the ocean, tinting the clear crests of the waves a soft pink, when Helle slipped onto the rocks in her seal form. This was her morning routine on the days she chose to spend on the island, transforming hidden among the boulders on a deserted corner of the beach, where nobody was likely to be wandering. So far, she’d never been spotted, but she liked to slip into her human form as quickly as possible, just in case.

Helle had every intention of playing out her morning routine just like any other day: stashing her sealskin amongst the rocks for her to retrieve when she got back to the beach at night, making her way to town, and catching a film or mailing some letters before most of the citizens had even left their homes. The water was getting chillier by the day, heralding the approach of late autumn, so Helle was eager to shake off the droplets clinging to her flippers and make her way to a heated building.

But when she ducked behind the rocks to shift, nothing happened. The smooth transition didn’t come to her, and she instead felt her body rebelling against the change. The course hair and thick skin of her seal form felt heavy and immovable.

She experienced momentary panic before realizing what this was, and then her mood shifted to frustration.

“Not again,” she thought, quickly slipping back into the water and diving deep beneath the waves. She really, truly hated October.

[mamonoisland]

There's a reason why humans associate the supernatural with the month of October. Each year the veil between worlds grows thin, magic leaks through to our realm, and supernatural beings find themselves with a lot less control over their abilities. 

Vampires thirst without end, shifters become stuck between one form and the next without warning, magic users’ spells seem to be working fantastically - or malfunctioning - but each will require a price to be paid. Instincts for everyone are running wild, and even the most disciplined of predators are feeling the blood thirst course through their veins.

If there were ever a time for a human to spot something out of the ordinary, it’d be now.

(( happy holidays! let’s get started: 

RULES

this is a voluntary event! 

if you are running a super and participating, your character WILL be affected in some way or another! please contact the mods with what this change will be.

if your character is human and you are participating, there may be a chance that they catch onto the island’s true purpose! this must be discussed with the mods beforehand - send us a message and we can work it out.

this event will last from today, october 4th, 2017; until november 2nd, 2017; the end of allhallowtide.

to participate, please post a paragraph-style reaction to the prompt, on how it initially affects your muse, under the tag #mamonoevent. these prompts should not be responded to like an open, they are just reactions.

after your reaction post, feel free to post event-related opens or do closed threads! these should be tagged both #mamonoevent and the normal open or closed tags!

your ongoing threads from pre-event do not need to have event elements shoehorned into them; nor do you have to do event-only threads for the next month. 

we do have more casual and fun minievents planned for the holiday! more info on that later.

we’re very excited to see how this plays out! stay safe out there. ))

[thatcher-grace]

Thatcher had never been to a festival. All his travels normally involved bookstores and magic, but never festivals. His mother had always warned against them, saying that parlor tricks and fake magic should be left well alone and that he shouldn’t tangle himself with anyone who could learn about their family. 

But when he heard about the Festival of the Falling Sun, he was happy to attend, though he was are his mother would roll over in her grave if she knew. He walked through the rows upon rows of booths, stopping every once in a while to see what everything was. 

And there was everything. Books, masks, games, trinkets, even food. Thatcher stopped at a booth filled with dango. Thatcher had always wanted to try them. He ordered one and paid, stopping again at a mask filled with animals carved in wood. Something about them called to him, and he had to see just what it was.