spoofer: (piano)
Xistentia: Mod ([personal profile] spoofer) wrote in [community profile] xistentia2017-12-02 02:57 pm

PRISON WORLD #2: Whoville

Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: With the help of D.E.S.T.I.N.Y, the Grinch crashes the Winter Wonderland Ball and steals Christmas! Along with quite a few refugees. Welcome to Whoville, your home for the holidays! Detailed plotting post is here, and latest announcement is here.
Date(s): 2 - 24 December
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.

WHOVILLE PRISON WORLD
The day the Grinch stole Xistentia

WINTER WONDERLAND BALL

Come one, come all, to the beautiful Winter Wonderland Ball! After the trials of war, F.A.T.E.S. has thrown a party to raise everyone's mood. The holidays are coming and it's time to celebrate!

There's snow outside, and the theme continues indoors. The gathering is non-denominational, with decorations combining several celebrations around the Multiverse, including Christmas, Hanukkah, and Diwali, and many others that you may not even recognise! If it's a winter festival on any world, it's represented here. Perhaps you can explain the significance of your own. Enjoy rice pudding, dradle games, henna tattoos, mistletoe, songs, storytelling, portraiture, and a variety of other traditions too, from cultures less familiar to contemporary Earth.

From a race of dwarves, there comes the lightbringing festival. Two partners, selected at random, get two torches they must carry outside and walk around the snowy building, keeping each other lit. Upon their return, they pass their torches onto a random person— or try again, if they failed. Those who succeed to bring the light back then write a wish on a tapestry hung in the center of the room. You'll notice a lot of people are wishing to return home and save their worlds.
Characters are welcome to RUN their OWN BOOTHS and make TRADITIONAL PERFORMANCES.

Then there's the food. You'll find winter specialties from every culture represented. There are turkeys, chocolate, matzah bread, truffles, mulled wine, sweet meat, even Brussels sprouts. Find a table and eat your fill; there's plenty to go around.
SECRET SANTA
The Ball is also refugees' opportunity to present their Secret Santa gifts! Leave your presents beneath the large Christmas tree in the middle of the room. There's a welcoming space there waiting for all your holiday cheer.

If you're participating, there'll also be a gift for you left here. Look out for your name! Maybe you'll finally find out who your Santa is, or perhaps they'll decide to remain anonymous. Have fun, kids! No one leaves without a present.
INVASION OF THE GRINCH

The end of the night approaches. It's been a lovely occasion, full of food, drink and merriment. And gifts, of course. There's so many gifts! It's almost time to take them home. Of course, then the ceiling crashes in. An enormous, rocket-powered sleigh spins into the room, scattering glass, decorations, and dining tables everywhere. Food and drink spatters onto clothes, there are screams and shouts, and the flash of something hairy and green.

Flashes of electric light scatter all around, and the next thing you know, you're being pulled into the air. You're weightless, you can't tell which way is up and which is down, and your eyes are blinded with light. Then you're gone.

Those left behind will witness the sleigh and most of the room's occupants vanish in the blink of an eye. When they have time to take stock, they'll see that every present is gone - and as a final insult, the giant Christmas tree tips over and crashes to the floor.

Not such a Merry Christmas after all. . .
EVENT - PRISON WORLD #2: WHOVILLE

Those who were taken will pass out, completely unconscious, mid-trip. When you come to, you'll be aware of the cold, and the wind, and the snow, and did we mention the cold? You're inside a literal snowflake. It's freezing here. But aside from that. . .
It's actually kind of festive. There are colorful houses, all decorated for the holidays. The people are usually a cheerful sort, though they're depressed right now. Once their initial shock at seeing you passes, it will be obvious the mood is low. They're the ones who will explain what happened.

The Grinch, a hairy, green monster who lives at the top of the mountain, has stolen all their presents, and stolen you as well. They explain that they are the Who, and that this is Whoville, their home. They'll direct you to the Whotel, an implausibly shaped and colourful building with plenty of rooms for you to stay.

As for the Grinch, he'll make himself known soon enough. Your daemons are with you - keep an eye on the Network. The mountain he lives on will be, in a word, inaccessible. The Grinch's allies, D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. have protected it with an impenetrable forcefield. Also, they've nullified your powers. That's right, kids! Have you ever wanted to be baseline human? Because you are now.
LIFE IN WHOVILLE

But it's not all bad! The Who are friendly and welcoming, if still sad. At least, at first. But not to fear - not even the Grinch can keep a good Who down. As days pass, you'll begin to see a change in mood amongst your new friends.

They'll start preparing again. Cooking again, writing cards again. It's like they're preparing for the holiday all over again! Your daemon will suggest that you help them out a little. If the Grinch was determined to ruin the holidays, then let's not let him! There's cooking to be done, songs to be sung, windows and chimneys to be repaired, mistletoe to be rehung!

And if charitable works don't interest you, why not explore Whoville itself! The whole place is a snowy wonderland. There's a frozen lake to skate on, a cinema to attend - filled with holiday-themed movies, of course - and a concert hall that's lying empty. Perhaps you could fill it again. Get the Who back into the spirit of the season.

Meanwhile, the Grinch will be walking among you. He'll try to stay hidden, but some of you will find him. He's trolling and tricking, generally trying to disrupt your efforts to make Christmas happen again. But he'll see what you're doing, and see that both you and the Who are happy even without the presents he stole. Perhaps that small heart of his might just grow. Only a Who would know.
RETURN TO XISTENTIA

On December 24, Christmas Eve, the Grinch's heart finally grows large enough that he brings his sleigh down from the mountain, breaking through D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s forcefield. With his Christmas spirit restored, he'll return everyone's gifts and bring them back to Xistentia the same way they came!

As before, the trip aboard the Grinch's sleigh will temporarily knock your character out. When they awake, any nullified powers will be restored. They'll retain full memories of their time in Whoville and will return to Xistentia in time to celebrate the holidays with the rest of their friends.
Footnotes
  1. All kidnapped characters will have their powers nullified to baseline human level while in Whoville.
  2. Kidnapped characters will retain access to the Network and can contact characters left in Xistentia.
  3. All characters will return to Xistentia by 24 December - Christmas Eve.
  4. The plotting post for this event can be found here.
bloodychangeling: (peer)

baking!

[personal profile] bloodychangeling 2017-12-08 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Toby is dried off now and found coffee--which she may be clutching in a death grip in one hand--so at least she's not actively feeling like she might stab the next person who talks to her. But she's still distinctly uncomfortable here, and not just because she can't put on her human disguise or smell people's magic. Hell, considering what the people here look like, she's pretty sure she's not standing out.

If she were being honest with herself, she'd admit it's the fact she's been abducted and some part of her is on the lookout for a blind man with antlers coming to take her away again. But she's not honest with herself most of the time, so she's just going to say that she's a San Francisco girl and this is way too much snow.

But to her credit, she's not just sitting around grumbling, or standing off to the side looking for who she needs to punch to get back. Right now she's actually looking for food, and maybe she's smiling a little as the scent of baking takes her back to the few golden days of her childhood, remembering sneaking cookies with Carrie at every solstice ball. She only blinks a little when she sees someone she's pretty sure is totally human there--but she can't be totally sure, maybe he's a quarter blood like...like her daughter, and she has to cast that thought away quickly before it leads to the fact she missed every Christmas Gillian would have remembered. She forces a smile, trying to sound more like May than herself]


Uh, hi! Sorry, couldn't help seeing where that really awesome smell was coming from. [she unconsciously shoves her hair back, revealing one pointed ear--but she doesn't even curse when she realizes it, because after what Amandine did anyone who even gives her half critical look would see that her eyes are too pale and her cheek bones far too sharp to be anything human]
Edited (bothered by mixing up background characters) 2017-12-08 18:03 (UTC)
tangleofgarlands: (dark glassy eyes)

[personal profile] tangleofgarlands 2017-12-13 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Arthur had been so absorbed in the gingerbread he hadn't noticed the woman--girl, maybe; he can't actually tell how old she is by looking at her--coming up to him until she spoke. But she seems friendly enough, if a little tense, and he knows exactly how that feels, and she's complimenting his baking on top of it. It's hard not to flush with pride.]

You really think so? I had to do it from memory, so I wasn't sure they'd turn out any good.

[Back in London, he had a small collection of cookbooks. He's got enough experience at this point that he has most of his favorites down by rote, but he'd tried to keep sweets as occasional projects for fear that all four of his flatmates would expire from malnutrition if he didn't get some form of vegetable into them all. Still, when he breathes in through his nose, he has to admit the cinnamon-sugar wafting through the air is quite nice.]

You can taste for me, if you like. I could use the objective opinion. I'm Arthur, by the way--I'd offer my hand to shake, but I'm covered in dough at the moment.

[And flour. He's fairly sure he'll be finding flour in his hair for a week.]
bloodychangeling: (headtilt)

[personal profile] bloodychangeling 2017-12-14 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It's definitely going to be better than anything I would do. There's a reason I buy cookie dough from the store when I make 'em if they're going to be for anyone else, or I have my sister do it. My cooking won't kill anyone, but that's really all I can say for it.

[she'd been able to make a couple things a toddler would actually eat, and maybe if she hadn't gone into the pond she would have learned to really cook for a child and husband but life hadn't been that kind. She didn't know how May managed better, probably memories from the other people she'd been before.

Toby would probably be startled to realize someone might be seeing her--well, close to how she sees purebloods. Sure, she could barely pass for sixteen when she was nearly twenty, but she'd always been seen as a proper adult after she'd left Devin. But that had been before Amandine had pulled more humanity from her, when she'd probably been nearly a quarter blood. The idea that she's inching closer to the purebloods' eternal youth is something she can't think about. There's a lot of things she can't think about right now. But cookies? Yeah, she can do that]


Heck yeah. I was wondering if I was going to have to figure out how to swipe some anyway. [she actually manages something closer to a real smile then, as she walks properly into the room and really looks at him. Probably human, young human. Maybe not much older than Quentin and Raj. But Toby knows that age really doesn't say much about a person's experience in any world] Nice to meet you Arthur. I'm Toby. Were you uh...around there awhile before we got kidnapped by that green asshole, or is this some sort of crappy initiation ritual?