August Aftermath: Plants Solidify Sunshine

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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.

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Comments

[catpiper]

[When it's not a matter of life and death, she can be oddly competitive. Since he's pretty good at this game on his own and doesn't need her assistance, she can go all out. Show her true power. Somehow win this game of charades.

She stands ramrod straight and then extends her arms far to her sides, parts her feet outwards, like she's about to do some kind of stretch, but does nothing other than stand.

She is a Star. Twinkle, twinkle, good luck guessing this.]

[vagabone]

[Did he forget to tell her not to do the same thing twice? Surely she's not. Can't be tree again. He looks at her, skeptically, and... is stumped.]

Ah... the letter X?

[catpiper]

[Does this mean she's winning? It definitely feels like victory is close. She can taste it. Grasp it. Sees it in the sky above. A gold star well earned from an afternoon of charadeing.

Anyway, she gives herself five points. Nice. And sketches a small crescent moon in the dirt, before plopping down on the ground next to it, outstretched like the horrible star she's trying to be. Twinkle twinkle.]

[vagabone]

[He snaps his fingers a few times, an obnoxious habit that little children should absolutely not imitate!! Now he's got it.]

A star!

[catpiper]

[Yeah you did it!!

She holds up five whole fingers! Look at all these dope points!]