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The Mods of LifeAftr ([personal profile] lifeaftr_mods) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr2018-08-18 08:46 pm

August Aftermath: Plants Solidify Sunshine

AUGUST AFTERMATH: OVERGROWTH
Who: Everyone
What: You're back, for better or worse
When: August 19th and onward
Where: The Storyteller's Temple on Ensō, and anywhere else
Warnings: Please mark as you go!
Optimism Doesn't Change the Facts

By the end of the 17th, the last of those suffering from the Overgrowth have either pulled through or succumbed entirely. For the next two days, their bodies will decompose and the flowers will feed on their remains, flourishing into bright patches of color.

If you perished and choked on your flowery words, never fear. Come the 19th, you will be stirring awake in the Storyteller's Temple. You will be experiencing a few...side effects, as it happens, while your body readjusts. It will take something like a week for those symptoms to disperse, though the Storyteller isn't around to inform you of this.

What is around? Aside from your own freshly revived selves, there are a great deal of flowers, and all of them are sickeningly familiar. Scarlet gladiolus. Blushing dog rose. Soft yellow buttercups. Garnet-colored geraniums. Dark nodules of fly orchids. Rich violets. Periwinkle hydrangeas. Peppered yellow speckles of goldenrod. Jade green zinnias. Red spears of snapdragons. Pale begonias. Pink spangles of mountain laurel.
The very flowers that killed you are now growing all over the Temple, inside and out, in rich abundance, cloying the air with their perfumed fragrance.

Don't be concerned. These ones certainly aren't going to be spreading to your flesh anytime soon.


If your character died during this event, please let us know if you have not already. Death penalties have been reduced for this event, but we still need to account for them!

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[personal profile] souldeterminant 2018-08-30 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[At first, all they hear is the sound of bone against the floor. And they should know better. They do. But it's enough to have them bolting upright, looking his way with rusted maroon eyes wide]
Shouldn't they know this, by now? He's not here.
[Before relaxing back down. They don't recognize him visually, but that voice- oh, Partner. Sometimes, you make it very hard to pretend to be you.]


I'm ok. [They say, voice soft. They tilt their head, brow creasing.] You?
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[personal profile] vagabone 2018-09-04 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Good as new.

[He spreads his arms wide, as if it wasn't already obvious that he no longer has a garden growing in his ribcage. Frisk knew very well that he was flowered up, after all. And he offers them a friendly hand up.]

Here, come on, Muffet made tons of food if you're hungry.