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September 2023 TDM
SEPTEMBER 2023 TDM
You wake up completely alone in an unfamiliar place. The forest around you is awash in the pleasant warmth of late summer. Any time-telling devices have stopped working and nothing looks familiar. But the visitors center has maps and information on the area, and with a bit of looking around you find the name of a nearby town: Ashbrook.
Welcome to Ashbrook's very first TDM. Take a look at our navigation page to get started, or skip right to the prompts below! TDM threads may be kept as game canon.
While Ashbrook is an invite-only game, you do not need an invite to play on the TDM.
Please direct any TDM-specific questions you may have here.
Welcome to Ashbrook's very first TDM. Take a look at our navigation page to get started, or skip right to the prompts below! TDM threads may be kept as game canon.
While Ashbrook is an invite-only game, you do not need an invite to play on the TDM.
Please direct any TDM-specific questions you may have here.
Of Monster and Men
What:
Lost in the woods with friends and 'friends'
When:
Throughout September
Warnings:
Stalking, paranoia, violence, being lost in the woods
With summer nearing its end and school already begun, it seems as if every teen's got a story to tell.
One of them that's pretty popular starts off like any other. Couple of kids go into the woods, one of them goes missing, and gets found later on — but they're not right, it's not them; the rest of the story goes as it goes and the group ends up dying or scared half to it by the week's end, tormented by the Goatman. The story has its variations depending on the person telling it. Sometimes there's a creature staring from the treeline; or unexplainable, not quite human voices calling from outside the campfire's light. No matter what the creature is hard to identify, and you can only really catch it by spotting oddities in the way it mimics its victims.
The stories aren't just stories, though. In any other town they might be, but in Ashbrook, they're warnings. You're cutting through the woods after class, or heading back to the car at the end of a camping trip, or maybe you're even a new arrival stumbling your way home. No matter what, there's an odd scent, sharp and metallic, that's following you around. It disappears when you think about it; maybe it's the mind playing its tricks after hearing the stories, or the stress of being somewhere unfamiliar?
But when you glance at your companion they're suddenly gone; look away and back and they're suddenly there again. It can happen a few times and it does. You try not to think about it, but it nags at the back of your mind — how well do you really know the person beside you? Are you sure they're safe? Are you sure they're really them? You decide to press on, sure you're imagining things.
Until you discover the eviscerated body of the person you've been traveling with.
You hear footsteps behind you.
TL;DR
- There's a Goatman that's said to roam the woods and slip unnoticed into groups, disguising itself as someone else. You won't ever catch it taking someone, just the mangled corpses it leaves behind.
- The Goatman has an acrid scent to it, metallic like blood in the back of your throat, but it doesn't linger enough to tell who it's coming from.
- The Goatman can take on the face of anyone at all. Identifying it is tricky, but possible — but it requires you the know the person it replaced well enough to spot the oddities.
- The Goatman will also play dead while disguised as a member of a group, in hopes of inspiring paranoia in its victims.
- Characters can experience visceral, gruesome deaths in this prompt, due either to the Goatman or to the paranoia of their traveling companions.
Ghost on the Shore
What:
An encounter on a foggy night
When:
Evenings in September
Warnings:
Drowning, compulsive behavior
As summer turns to autumn, fog from the rivers rolls steadily over the town in the early evenings, and only dissipates in the morning's rays. Visibility is low, but it's perfect if you want to go for a quiet evening stroll or pre-dawn jog. It's just you out there — you and one other person.
You don't know if they were there a second ago. And maybe it's just the cover of the fog making it hard to see but... they seem familiar. You feel drawn to follow the path they take. No matter how hard you try they don't slow or respond to yelling, and you never catch up. You eventually find yourself at the river's edge, one foot ahead of the other as you've seemingly started to tread the depths of it. You can't see the person you were following but you're certain they've gone into the water. You just need to follow them, and never mind how cold and swift the river runs.
But maybe that didn't happen. Maybe you thought you heard someone calling your name and snapped out of it. Your first instinct may be to get out of there and away from whatever had you hypnotized in the first place, but then you see it: someone else still chasing after a phantom.
If your first instinct isn't to help, as a decent person should, there's something like a soft voice as the wind caresses your ear, pleading for you not to let them near the water, not to let them sink... and you move, for whatever good enough reason your mind conjures, to help those who have yet to wake.
TL;DR
- Characters see a familiar face on foggy knights. They're driven to follow them, because who wouldn't want to see an old friend or even enemy?
- Unfortunately, characters will never reach that person. They can walk all they want, run or sprint, but the other will remain both unresponsive and just out of reach.
- Eventually, the phantom will attempt to lead their victim into the river, where they will likely drown if not rescued.
- Characters can be snapped out of this trance by a whisper on the wind they can't quite identify. Those that are will be compelled to seek out and help anyone still in a trance. Just don't wait too long, or you'll find the other party willingly taking a dive six feet under.
Toil and Trouble
What:
It's time to learn magic!
When:
Weekends in September
Warnings:
None
A more welcoming rumor is about the Witch of the Woods. The teens describe her as a stern but beautiful woman who's willing to teach anyone who comes seeks her out. Bring her a suitable offering and knock three times on her door in the middle of the night, and she'll answer to teach you what she knows of the supernatural and magic.
... Thankfully, no one has to find out how wrong that is right now. There are flyers, decorated childishly with bat and cauldron stickers, inviting the reader to the "Witch's Retreat". These flyers seem to appear when a Visitor glances away for a second to pick something up, or gently drift down right into their hands. Even the most skeptical, scoff-likely of Visitors will find their interest piqued in the days before it, mind drifting back to the promise of help in their unusual situation.
The retreat itself is headed by a middle-aged woman, who's narrowed gaze inspects the people who've come before she grumbles something under her breath and waves her hand.
"Look in the tree holes for your books and pick a partner to pair with — they aren't the kinds of things you'd want to test on your own. First rule: Always have a third hand. Second: Don't do it in public if you can help it. Final: Don't even try skipping ahead, because they won't answer you."
Whatever that means. It's time to learn magic.
The Witch — if pressed, she'll begrudgingly allow the students to address her as 'Ms. Spinner' — will force characters together with a surprisingly powerful shove of her hand if she passes and you aren't already paired with someone too, so don't think you can get out of this little exercise by going solo! You can't. As far as the promised spirituality goes... listen to the voice within, find your inner peace, and the rest'll come naturally. The Witch isn't too pressed for you whelps to understand off the bat, though she won't leave you out on a limb either.
TL;DR
- The characters — Visitors, as they're referred — are able to learn basic level magic with the help of the Witch.
- Pair up and practice. This is essential to the process, and the Witch will force unpaired individuals to partner up.
- Anything higher level magic won't come to the character; it may feel like there's a kind of blockage, even to those who're used to magic themselves.
- The Witch isn't open to questions about the town in particular (are you here to gossip or learn?) and won't answer anything about it, so stay on task if you want answers to your questions.
A Day In The Life
New Visitors may wake up in the woods, but that's not where they're going to be spending all of their time. They have homes, jobs, work, entire lives they need to attend to. They'd better get to it!
A Visitor will be instinctively drawn towards both their home and job; they will always know how to navigate the former, and may find the tasks they perform at the latter suspiciously easy. Outside of that, their life will be incredibly normal for the first few days. No one will acknowledge the strangeness in the woods, and a Visitor's insistence that they're not from around here will be treated like a joke.
And then suddenly it's weird again. They wake up one day and realize they have a different job, perhaps even a different home. They will lose any instinctive understanding they may have had of their old job and gain similar understanding of their new job. Visitors will retain all of their memories of their previous job, but if they bring it up to the townsfolk none of them will have any idea what they're talking about.
TL;DR
A Visitor will be instinctively drawn towards both their home and job; they will always know how to navigate the former, and may find the tasks they perform at the latter suspiciously easy. Outside of that, their life will be incredibly normal for the first few days. No one will acknowledge the strangeness in the woods, and a Visitor's insistence that they're not from around here will be treated like a joke.
And then suddenly it's weird again. They wake up one day and realize they have a different job, perhaps even a different home. They will lose any instinctive understanding they may have had of their old job and gain similar understanding of their new job. Visitors will retain all of their memories of their previous job, but if they bring it up to the townsfolk none of them will have any idea what they're talking about.
TL;DR
- This prompt is meant to allow players an opportunity to experiment with the role mechanic, without forcing them to retcon their threads if they receive a markedly different role after applying.
- Retconning is, of course, still an option - but if you want to give your character another bit of existential confusion, this is the prompt for you.
OOC Notes
If your character dies... While characters may die during the TDM, these deaths do not count towards a character's death count. If a character dies, they will vanish the instant they lose consciousness. The dead character will reappear safely back at the nearest visitors center, and both they and any witnesses will have only a hazy recollection of the event.
If a character TDMs but doesn't app... You have the option of having your character remember these characters. ICly, characters that TDM but do not apply will simply vanish without a trace under mysterious circumstances.
If you have any questions, please direct them here. Enjoy your new life.
If a character TDMs but doesn't app... You have the option of having your character remember these characters. ICly, characters that TDM but do not apply will simply vanish without a trace under mysterious circumstances.
If you have any questions, please direct them here. Enjoy your new life.
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"Thanks," He said, expression softening at the notion of being invited. He was well aware that he was tall and was considered odd for his humble hobbies. Invitations to barbecues were neat!
"I'll be sure to let my spouse know," he added, and looked back over his shoulder towards the house like a hopeful puppy. "They'll love it!"
As if he didn't.
"How many zucchini do you need?" he asked, and held up the basket for the boy to take as many as he wished. "I'm getting ready to start making breads and leaving them at everyone's doorstep again."
Because, surely, he had done the exact same the year before. It was a normal method of handling an over-abundance of squash.
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He wonders if their spouse glows too, or if it's like the house he came from. If this guy will come over to the barbeque with some nice, normal, blonde American wife, both of them acting like there's not one damn thing unusual about it.
"As much as you can spare, or fit in the basket," he says, quietly, not a flicker of his thoughts in his expression as he holds the container in question up so Siegfried can assess it. Yoshiki's always been good at acting the way he's supposed to. "I'm sure they won't say no to the bread, either."
Nothing unusual about any of this. Yoshiki's shuffled plenty of produce from one place to another before. So long as he remembers that, he'll be okay.
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Siegfried didn't much care for the unknowns, but he didn't want to alarm anyone either. For the moment, he was playing along with the role he had been given.
"You do realize that it's zucchini that we're speaking of, correct? The difference between what's in this basket and what I can spare is... Quite vast."
A nod to the squash vines surrounding him on his side of the fence.
"It's been quite a good growing season this year."
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Yoshiki's always had mixed feelings about that kind of thing. On the one hand, he doesn't understand why everyone needs to talk so much when it's the same thing everyone else says all the time. On the other, he thinks he's maybe starting to understand it a little better now. It's a script. It keeps you from having to talk about anything else.
"Looks like it," Yoshiki agrees, "Guess we better start with the basket."
He pauses for a moment, reviewing his lines: "I can come help pick."
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Peering up at the sun and determining the sunset was not going to happen for a while, Siegfried nodded.
"Sure. Why not?"
He had nothing to hide from someone that wasn't asking questions.
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He wishes the guy hadn't agreed. The fence wasn't doing anything to keep Yoshiki shielded from him, but when the guy was on one side and Yoshiki was on the other it had been easier to pretend. Now all he has is the basket in his arms as he bumps the gate closed with his hip, and he'll have to put that down in a minute too.
Just keep pretending. He's done it for longer with a lot worse.
"Point me where you want me to start."
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When the boy joined him on the same side of the fence, he noticed that he felt uncommonly exposed. It made him somewhat nervous-- but, it was just squash.
"We can start right here. This is part of the vine that got away from me. It... Should be cut. But, I like it's spirit."
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If Yoshiki keeps his head down and doesn't look, he can pretend the cast off light is from- he doesn't know what glows like that, but something other than what it is. He sets his plastic basket down and hunkers next to it, then starts working on securing the green bounty he was sent to claim. He should've remembered to bring a knife, but it's not like you can't do it by hand.
"It looks healthy," Yoshiki says, pointlessly, because that's what you say back.
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"I think it's the soil," he said fondly, thinking of the woodlands surrounding medieval Germany that he knew so well.
"That, with a lot of water and plenty of sun, probably helped."
It was amazing to think about how the simple little details that people took for granted could have so much impact.
"I hope the local farm stands are ready. The neighbors might be mad if I give everyone too much zucchini."
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The smell of living things all plump and happy in the sunshine and moist dirt is almost, almost like home. The wet-but-hollow thud of zucchini on plastic, the brush of leaves on the back of his fingers, the roughness of the vine underneath his fingers, the lingering kiss of summer on the back of his neck.
He's good enough at pretending he can even let himself forget he's doing it.
"Then you just gotta sneak around to other neighbourhoods at night and drop it off on their doorsteps," he says, with a faint tinge of warmth, "The stuff you can't sell. It can be a real nuisance, huh?"
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Siegfried chuckled, despite himself. This exchange alone was more conversation than he typically engaged in, especially in recent weeks after he he had been summoned and subsequently ordered to not even speak. His name alone would expose the easiest way to defeat him in battle.
But they weren't in Romania. The late summer sun and the warmth on the breeze was a treat before what the news was suggesting would be a cold winter, and sharing the evening with the neighbor boy was a gentle surprise.
He had never had children when he was alive. He had never had a chance to get to know any younger relatives or associates either. The opportunity here was both rare and oddly novel:.
It was... Ordinary.
"I can sneak around," he said with a quiet confidence. This was an ordinary village, with ordinary people. How hard could it be?
"My hope, though, is that I won't have to."
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It's almost funny, in that glossy, sharp-edged way that things can be funny if you don't think about it too hard. Yoshiki goes ahead and lets his thoughts be nice and soft, fuzzy at the borders.
"You can't do it at my house anymore, now that I know about it." It's a mild warning, and not too serious. What does he care what anybody drops off at that place? "But maybe if you're lucky, you don't have to bother about it."
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It was enough to get Siegfried to take a moment to consider it, but confusion quickly gave way as he remembered his ability to choose, and the soft nothings of the town quickly slid into place once again.
"Let's hope that luck is on my side," he said in quiet amusement. "I don't want to start a war with the neighbors."
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The zucchinis are stacking up. He's taking a mix of the smaller, tastier ones and the woodier large ones, since that seems fair.
"Well, you'd have my folks on your side after this."