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Entry tags:
- ! event log,
- ! special event,
- a discovery of witches: kit marlowe,
- detroit: become human: chloe,
- fargo: wes wrench,
- final fantasy: sephiroth,
- game of thrones: jon snow,
- locked tomb: harrowhark nonagesimus,
- marvel: david alleyne,
- marvel: jean-paul beaubier,
- marvel: logan,
- marvel: loki odinson,
- marvel: quentin quire,
- marvel: thor odinson,
- marvel: wade wilson,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- uncharted: nathan drake
SPECIAL EVENT: The Flower Oracle
✖ Meet The Oracle
A low thrumming sound builds in the background noise of the raised village, starting so softly that it would be easy to mistake it for the ever present hummingbirds. It keeps building slowly, somehow managing to be both a sound and to bypass the ear as it hums in the bones. The local Temple Guardians bump heads and brush against each other, quietly affirming their bond as they divide their duties: one staying with the local Temple and the other winding through the paths of the village down to the bud of the Flower Oracle in its place of honor in the city center.
The villagers stop what they’re doing, not quite in a panic, but their speed is deliberate and definite. They gather things on their way, flower wreaths, fish, beautiful food, sharp knives, until everyone has something in their arms. There is an ecstatic tension in the air, after all, the time has come when these people will yet again see substantial proof of their god, and it seems they have forgotten all about the Travelers who might have joined them. There is plenty of room for everyone to gather in a circle around the green bud that has grown even larger.
The thrum rises until it is hard to breathe, until some of the structures around begin to groan in the onslaught, and then it stops, suddenly. In the vacuum of silence, there is a wet and meaty sound as the bud begins to open, a first hint of things that look like red lips and white teeth. A canny Traveler might be forgiven for running at that point. The visceral sound of the splitting, of this birthing, continues as the bud splits, then splits again as the four sepals fall open, exposing an inner surface that glistens red and is lined at the edges with white sharp growths that may be fangs. The villagers ignore the implicit threat. They have eyes only for the structure in the middle.
Who can blame them? Translucent petals form a breathing tower, curled tight and perfect as a seashell. A glow pulses like a heartbeat as the petals slowly unfurl, collapsing elegantly to reveal the Oracle and provide protection against the threat of the sepals. The Flower Oracle is beautiful, glowing, soft and round. She is initially surrounded by four guards, each masculine and clearly dangerous, but they move aside to leave a clear path. The villagers line up with their sacrifices, and there is ritual patience in the act. Everyone will have their time with the Oracle, and anyone must be allowed their time alone within the petals.
The villagers stop what they’re doing, not quite in a panic, but their speed is deliberate and definite. They gather things on their way, flower wreaths, fish, beautiful food, sharp knives, until everyone has something in their arms. There is an ecstatic tension in the air, after all, the time has come when these people will yet again see substantial proof of their god, and it seems they have forgotten all about the Travelers who might have joined them. There is plenty of room for everyone to gather in a circle around the green bud that has grown even larger.
The thrum rises until it is hard to breathe, until some of the structures around begin to groan in the onslaught, and then it stops, suddenly. In the vacuum of silence, there is a wet and meaty sound as the bud begins to open, a first hint of things that look like red lips and white teeth. A canny Traveler might be forgiven for running at that point. The visceral sound of the splitting, of this birthing, continues as the bud splits, then splits again as the four sepals fall open, exposing an inner surface that glistens red and is lined at the edges with white sharp growths that may be fangs. The villagers ignore the implicit threat. They have eyes only for the structure in the middle.
Who can blame them? Translucent petals form a breathing tower, curled tight and perfect as a seashell. A glow pulses like a heartbeat as the petals slowly unfurl, collapsing elegantly to reveal the Oracle and provide protection against the threat of the sepals. The Flower Oracle is beautiful, glowing, soft and round. She is initially surrounded by four guards, each masculine and clearly dangerous, but they move aside to leave a clear path. The villagers line up with their sacrifices, and there is ritual patience in the act. Everyone will have their time with the Oracle, and anyone must be allowed their time alone within the petals. Notes:
Characters who wish to approach the oracle need to respond to the thread titled ‘Meet the Oracle’. After they get their response, they can post a separate reaction thread to play out some of the consequences of the event.
Responses to the Oracle Thread should include: a short description of their IC reaction/actions, a description of what they bring for a sacrifice, and their question for the ancient. Villagers will have let them know that traditional options include: fish, flowers, art, blood, secrets, or memories. Characters/players may come up with their own sacrifices. Please include a note if the character helped decorate the local temple this month.
WARNING: Contacting the Oracle may result in negative IC results for characters, and there is a degree of randomness in how the mods assign results.
Chloe
Yet her mind isn't closed to the notion of a higher power. Especially given the experiences that the science that has shaped her life, and gave birth to it, cannot fully explain. Her world, so crafted and sheltered, has been opened in ways that should have only been in the realm of the fantastical. The impossible. Or improbable, at the very least. And so in a land of improbable and impossible things, there's no telling what could be within reach.
This island is a special place. For all her questions and continual analysis, it's largely been a haven. To give a form of thanks for being able to experience some contentment, she has helped adorn the temple with flowers both real and crafted from the bright fabric found on the island. While the fabric creations won't last forever, they won't wilt as quickly as the real flowers. Her gratitude needs more permanence.
The unfurling of the bud reminds her of beginning to admit to others about being an android; fearful and with the threat of monstrous consequence only to reveal something that could be so very beautiful. It has Chloe watch in awed fascination, both anxious and anticipatory. She's patient as she waits her turn, though a few glances are cast to the guards. There's the wariness of setting a foot wrong, of causing offence to the Oracle.
When it's her turn, she offers her sacrifice; a bouquet of those delicately made fabric flowers. In the centre is a large rose but unlike the others, it's been coloured blue with the thirium that runs through her artificial veins.
"Thank you for seeing me," she says softly. Is it necessary? Maybe not. But it feels right. Though she doesn't continue to dither, not wishing to waste the Oracle's time nor take more than her share of that time. So it's time for a question. Out of the myriad that could be asked, the knowledge that could be gained about the Traveler's circumstances, Chloe finally settled on a personal one. Maybe it's selfish. It probably is. But this is about the improbable. What she's thought to be impossible.
"...Could I ever earn having a soul?"
no subject
The Oracle reaches for the bouquet with both her hands and tendrils, accepting it and drawing close. It takes a moment for the Oracle to recognize the significance of the blue rose, and at that moment her eyes darken with the presence of the Ancient. "Oh," she sighs, drawing another breath before giving her answer that has the Oracle clinging to the bouquet, "You already are. It's going to be beautiful."
The Ancient's presence retreats gently, leaving the Oracle still smiling.