entrancelogs | + I know she's never late - Still, anxiously I wait +

Who: EVERYONE and any skeletons they might dig up!
Where: Anywhere in Pottsfield!
When: 11/9/18 - 11/13/18 - the duration of the event
Rating: PG-13, warn if going higher
Summary: Catch all for the Pottsfield event! Everyone's been sentenced five days of manual labor by Enoch, the Great Pumpkin - who knows what they'll dig up out there?
The Story:

When you wake up, you will find yourself on the floor of a dark barn with only the clothes on your back, surrounded by pumpkin-faced on-lookers. They whisper amongst themselves, talking about the strange person who has woken up too early among them. Then one cries out "Enoch! What shall we do with them?"

And Enoch, an ominous fifteen-foot tall pumpkin creature, will lean in close to examine for himself. He will list off a number of crimes your character has supposedly committed – trespassing, destruction of property, disrupting the peace, murder, maybe some other things here and there – and by the order of the Pottsfield Chamber of Commerce, he will sentence you to what he has sentenced everyone to: five days of manual labor.

This is how you will wind up in a field in a colonial New England town with a ball and chain attached to their ankle, tending to fields, harvesting crops, and digging holes. You might have to contend with some absurdly large turkeys but...the town is strangely peaceful for a place where you just got arrested and charged with crimes you (probably) haven't committed. Sure, there are pumpkin people around who might look at you funny if you slack off, but there is food to eat and water to drink, and Enoch is graciously allowing everyone to sleep in some of the old homes in town. There even seems to be a festival going on for anyone who wants to take a break and dance and bob for apples. There is no way to leave Pottsfield, as trying to leave the town just loops you back around to the town again like it does in Wonderland. It's a little weird, but no one is actively trying to hurt anyone.

However, there's something alarming under the fields.

If you're digging holes in the fields as the great pumpkin has told you to, you will eventually start to find skeletons – but not just any skeletons. Skeletons belonging to people currently in Wonderland who have died there at some point. Death in Wonderland is terribly unnatural, you see, so Wonderland has taken the liberty of filling Pottsfield's fields with a skeleton for every “death” that has happened in Wonderland. These skeleton versions of characters will be fundamentally the same in personality, but they will talk about finally being able to join the harvest and will want to go and join the pumpkin people's festival. The pumpkin people – presumably also skeletons - will welcome them with open arms. They can be identified by their voice and by what they choose to wear for their vegetable clothing (maybe they will have a vegetable version of that hat they always wear, or maybe they've been given pumpkins that look like their usual armor) – or maybe they'll recognize you first and come say hi to their old friend!

And so the event goes, digging skeletons, harvesting crops, and celebrating the Harvest of skeleton versions of your friends. If you don't want to join the party now? Well, that's fine. You'll join them someday...

[OOC: Plot post is over here for anyone who needs it!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Exactly. Trying to track it down is nigh impossible, and honestly, I'd rather not risk my Mirror crossing over here unless we're prepared for it."

Because, as Jean well knows, Sunburst's Mirror is a Celestia-damned psychopath. Also the whole Absorbing Memories Bad Time thing, too. That too. Yep.

"It's not just your Mirror. Practically everyone's Mirror is some kind of murderous psychopath. I've literally only met one that isn't totally crazy... And if that isn't ominous enough, no-one's ever met mine."

"The Queen of Hearts was the worst too, but she's been taken care of. Not that I trust the White Queen a lick either."

"That's unfortunately true," that could be VERY TRUE for Starlight's too though hers had the added misfortune of being exactly the pony she used to be. "I suppose they're the ultimate deterrent for us going over there- the thought of what our Mirrors could do over here. "

Smart play, on Wonderland's part.

"I don't trust her, either. It seems too easy- to suddenly have a Queen who wants peace after having the Queen of Hearts for so long. Something's up there."

"Most of them hate us right off the bat, and I can understand why. I don't think I'd be all that happy if there were someone out there that I was a copy of. And a bad one at that."

Jean would call it a clever and well built defense too. And if the Queen of Hearts really wasn't the one creating the Mirrors like she had claimed for so long, a good ploy of Wonderland itself.

"It's possible, but it's too farfetched for me too. The world doesn't work that easy."

"And to know you only exist because that original one does. I mean, what happens to a Mirror when their original leaves Wonderland? Do they just...stop existing? Did the Queen unmake them?"

He shakes his head. Equestria might be a world where "friendship" is a legitimate magical force- but this sounds far too easy. This isn't Wonderland's way.

"I'm just...what's the human idiom? Waiting for the other shoe to drop?"

"We guessed that the Queen unmade them. She apparently threatened them all with it all the time anyways. They basically only listened to her because she was constantly threatening them with erasure."

Jean couldn't help but snicker. This whole human-to-pony thing would probably never get old to him.

"Yeah, that's what we say. You could say... Waiting for the last hoof to come down."

Edited 2018-11-27 00:51 (UTC)

"Well, yes, death threats do tend to get the masses moving a little quicker. I guess it stands to reason when they become surplus, she unmakes them to remind the others she can."

He lets out a soft chuckle of his own, canting his head.

"I don't think it works as well in translation. "

"Could be. Or maybe Mirrors can't exist without us being here too. Even so, Hearts could have been taking the credit for it to keep them all in line."

It sounded like something she would have done. "She punished them with 'marks' too. They were like brands that always hurt, and it stopped the closets on their side from working for them."

"Eh, technically horses have shoes too, right?"

Jean had never seen the bottoms of his hooves before.

"No doubt she'd do that. Fear is a great motivator," he raises an eyebrow at that. "So she marked them and stopped them from getting resources they needed? That's...really cruel."

He chuckles, raising a hoof- there's no shoe there, it's just a regular ol pony hoof. Given his white socks, his hooves kinda look like marshmallows.

"We do have horseshoes in Equestria, but they're either worn for fashion, or farmers use them to help them get better traction on the ground. I don't do either of those things, so it's plain hooves for me."

That is the exact reason I refer to these guys as marshmallow ponies.

"Yeah. They can still get what they need somehow, it's just... less convenient, I guess? Like if they want food they have to go down to the kitchens. And they can't get specific stuff. That's kind of a punishment."

Jean was lucky he had a guy on the inside, so to speak. Lightning Bug's mirror was mild mannered, and Jean was fine with keeping him company if it meant he could get some juicy info here and there.

"Fashion? Pfft." Starlight went around wearing nothing but what God gave her! And while the glasses made sense-- anything could be nearsighted, he supposed-- Jean had no idea why Sunburst insisted on wearing a cape. It looked like the blankets the Corps threw over their horses in the winter. "So you're not just wearing that for practicality?"

"As if they weren't already in prison enough."

Things might be better now, he hopes so anyway- his own Mirror notwithstanding. That guy can have a hard time all the live long day and Sunburst won't lose any sleep over it. Sunburst glances at his cape, ears flicking back. Explaining the cape delves back into talking about his time in magic school, how he learned to hide everything about himself, how he learned to be ashamed of his cutie mark, because it was wrong. He's better, since then, but the cape remains.

"The cape is a long story. You could call it a... security thing."

Sunburst looked troubled, even though Jean had no idea what a pony could possibly be troubled about. Especially troubles that had to do with wearing clothes. Which regular ponies didn't normally do.

"Whatever. I don't have to wear my uniform here, but I do it a lot anyway. 'Reminds me that I've got a place somewhere, even if it isn't here."

Best not open that can of worms, Jean.

"I see," he's just going to use that to divert the conversation from himself. "That's a good thing, if it gives you ties to back home, to a bigger purpose, I suppose."

"That's what I'm used to. In the military, that's what you are. A small piece of something bigger. It's been weird to be here alone, and without orders for so long. I've had to make up a routine and stick to it so I don't go stir crazy."

Sunburst nods. He's never really needed routine himself, but he can at least see where Jean is coming from.

"I can understand that. At least you know what you expect your day to bring- any Events cropping up notwithstanding."

+ I know she's never late - Still, anxiously I wait +

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

default cuz I need to recharge

\o

sorry that took so long, I took an improptu rp break

it's all good :)

no subject

no subject