coco.pudding she/they Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Amora, too, dashes into the alcove. She clutches her sword in one hand, the bomb flower in the other. ”If I see a chink in its armor, I’ll try to shove this in as it runs past,” she says. “Maybe it can be blown up from the inside or something.” 1
Ashbringer he/him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Coliver was alone again. It was really a bad habit she'd formed. She and Makazi and Vale had been at the rear of the Quartermaster's guard, only to watch as most of them walked forward into a minefield. Vale had wanted to stay behind and tend to the wounded, and Coliver hadn't had a good reason why she shouldn't. Makazi... couldn't decide, and so made her choice from indecision. But Coliver had to go on. Ap's friends, the other one's she'd left behind... they were all vanished. Sakon thought they might have headed to the temple, that's why he'd said to follow, but between the earthquakes and the nightmares, Coliver doubted that was his real reason. Or at least someone in his cohort had a real reason, but Coliver still couldn't get close enough to learn. The Wayward... whoever these killers were, she doubted they were bold enough to take on all of them. Some of them knew how to fight. But Coliver knew there was only one thing that would unite them to move like this. Dare she hope? That Ap could somehow be okay? That it wasn't all on her? She wasn't sure whether to call it hope or relief or terror, all she knew that one way or another she had to know. If Ap was dead, then maybe it was up to her. But if Ap was alive... Coliver would have to give everything to make her stay that way. "Psst!" Coliver whirled around, half-known images of knives in her mind... and behind her was Makazi. "Makazi! What are you doing here!" "Vale said she'd got it. You're the one who decided to trapeeze through a forest filled with explosives," Makazi replied, jumping down off a small rock as if she expected it too was a landmine. "This isn't like you, Col." "Yeah... but this is who I think I need to be." For a moment - just one, maybe two - Coliver thought about telling Makazi to go, to leave, to be far enough away to not have to face the music. She didn't want her friend to go through what she had, and if Coliver was right, there was a decent chance death waited for her up the road or in the ruins of that temple. But Makazi could help. She was stronger than Coliver, knew her way around, and was... usually better at making decisions quickly. But Coliver had had a lot more time to think about it. And maybe, just maybe, Coliver wanted to be the hero for once. But the moment passed. This problem still needed heroes, anyway. "Come on. Sakon's going to catch up eventually, we need to get moving." 1
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 9 Posted March 9 More bombs. First the ringing ears, now the half blinded eyes. And once again, Cindra was painfully aware of how... civilian she was. All she was good for was making noise with her flute, and right now that was not something she wanted to be doing. As she squeezed into the alcove, she was grateful for the undoubtably temporary break in the running. Would it turn and come back? If they were in an alcove it may not be able to reach them, maybe they could periodically attack it as it ran past? 1
Doc12 Posted March 9 Posted March 9 (edited) Last post of the day, because I'm having a lot of fun drawing Thistle. @coco.pudding hope you don't mind me using Amora in this Edited March 9 by Doc12 3
coco.pudding she/they Posted March 9 Posted March 9 5 minutes ago, Doc12 said: Last post of the day, because I'm having a lot of fun drawing Thistle. @coco.pudding hope you don't mind me using Amora in this Thats so cute i dont mind at all (don’t worry, i too am shipping Thistle and Amora) 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 9 Author Posted March 9 (edited) 46 minutes ago, Doc12 said: Last post of the day, because I'm having a lot of fun drawing Thistle. @coco.pudding hope you don't mind me using Amora in this Seconding the cuteness. But ngl Goht has got that Handsome Squidward energy going for him and I love that for us Anyway, approximately 35 minutes remain in the Night to finish up your activity earnings and submit or change actions. Edited March 9 by Amanuensis 1
The Unknown Medallion he/him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 I hope my post earlier counted as discussion. If it didn't, I dislike how Mist is talking about the kill clearing him. Feel like it's setting him up to be cleared while another elim can still grab the mask n1 or something. ~ Heroshi felt abandoned by the world around him. He had become so absorbed in the world around him that he had ignored the outside. It was time to start paying attention once again.
Myst He/Him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 1 minute ago, The Unknown Medallion said: I hope my post earlier counted as discussion. If it didn't, I dislike how Mist is talking about the kill clearing him. Feel like it's setting him up to be cleared while another elim can still grab the mask n1 or something. ~ Heroshi felt abandoned by the world around him. He had become so absorbed in the world around him that he had ignored the outside. It was time to start paying attention once again. That would require two people to be able to get a purple mask, and depending on whether the others got masks, and what they are, I may be the only one. though, we’ll see if I get NK and go from there
Ashbringer he/him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 Coliver and Makazi got to the ruins of the temple late. Not too late, hopefully, but based on the earth shaking… late. There was a pit in the ground. Beneath were the sounds of the ground shaking, something heavy moving. Coliver shouldn’t have been able to hear anything else from where she was. And yet… there was the faintest voice… ”Thistle! Amora! Anyone!” she yelled down. “It’s Coliver! We’re up here!” Her words echoed. If there was a response from her friends, it would take its time. But the ground beneath her feet? The earthquakes moving everything? That responded immediately. And now it was Coliver’s turn to fall. 1
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 9 Posted March 9 (cue internal yelp of didn't notice yall talking about daylight savings and thought rollover was a lot longer away xD) Drawings, so freaking cute. Love it. Keep it up. -------- The thundering was getting louder. The bull was getting closer. Her heartbeat faster. Goddesses, please let this go better than last time. She clutched at the flowers Thistle had given her earlier, the gentle scent giving some comfort, a pleasant distraction from everything around her. She couldn't tell if she was shaking from fear, or from the vibrations of the shaking ground, so she pressed herself against the wall as hard as she could to stabilize herself. Cindra found herself closing her eyes, terrified as the beast approached, and put her faith in the plans and abilities of those around her. They could do this. They had to. There was no option. They must. Why me... 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 9 Author Posted March 9 Night 3-B is now over. I'm hoping it won't take me long because I'm starving. 2
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 9 Author Posted March 9 (edited) LG110, Day 1-C: Third Times the Harm Day 1-C will end on Tuesday, March 10th @ 10:00 PM EST. Skull Kid Quote He was good at waiting. Thirty-three years had taught him that. Before, in the life he kept remembering in fragments — the pranks, the forest, the friends who'd eventually stopped being friends — he'd never had patience for it. Waiting was for people who didn't have better options. But Majora had learned, through long sleeping centuries and one very instructive defeat, that timing was everything and timing required waiting, and so he had waited, and now he was here, floating above the Snowhead Temple road with the cold air moving through him and the events below arranging themselves exactly as he'd arranged them to be arranged. He watched the girl go into the ground. She'd found it faster than he expected, which was a pattern with her. He catalogued that the same way he catalogued everything about her, the way he'd been cataloguing since the swamp, since the moment she'd bounced a Deku nut off his face and laughed at herself for doing it. The Goron ground-pound to open the slab, the switch to Deku form on the way down, the wind blessing carrying her — all of it clean and quick and decided without apparent deliberation. She had good instincts or something better than instincts. He wasn't sure yet which. The companions waited at the opening. He watched them: the tall one pacing, the herbalist crouched at the edge looking down, the wannabe knight who stood close to the herbalist without quite touching, the young man watching the road. They were a collection of people who had survived enough to get careful. He respected that more than he would have admitted, and he admitted nothing. The Clock Wards came around the bend at a jog. Sakon's vanguard — youngest, fastest, the ones he always pushed to the front. They hit the first of the buried charges before the youngest had fully registered the pressure pad beneath the snow, and the detonation lifted two of them off the road and deposited them back down in ways that would take a miracle heal from, if the world wasn't on the brink of apocalypse. The rest scattered. Smoke rolled up between the canyon walls in a black column and then began to shred apart in the wind. The Skull Kid watched Sakon appear at the back of the column and assess the situation with the particular expression of a man recalculating how much everything was going to cost him. He was already measuring the distances between the visible craters, already mapping the gaps, already looking for the same solution the girl's companions had found earlier. He was not stupid. The Skull Kid had never thought him stupid. The companions above the pit were dropping a rock. He watched the drop, watched the pause — longer than they'd expected, the shaft deeper than it looked — and then the chain of detonations came up through the stone in a sequence that he felt in the back of his teeth, each one feeding the next in the way that well-planned things fed each other. The temple went up. He hadn't arranged the fireworks specifically, but he appreciated that they were there — the BSSJ's aesthetic sensibility expressing itself in the only language it had left. Green and gold and violet against the pre-dusk grey of the mountain sky, organized bursts of color that said: we chose this. We decided on this. This is ours. He watched the walls go and then the interior and then the towers, each one tilting and separating with the slow inevitability of things that were always going to fall and had simply been waiting for the correct instruction. He laughed. Not at the destruction — he'd seen plenty of destruction, most of it his, some of it considerably larger — but at the earnestness of it. The Bombers' Secret Society of Justice had looked at a temple housing a Giant's mask and decided that enough explosive force applied to enough structural weaknesses would solve the problem. They had done their research carefully. They had planted their charges with precision. They had planned their egress route and timed their retreat and done everything that people who believe in the power of thorough planning do when they are working very hard on a problem that does not yield to thorough planning. You could not blow up a Giant's Mask. You could blow up everything around it. You could blow up the temple, the road to the temple, the mountain above the temple if you had enough material and time. The mask would be in the rubble at the end, unharmed, waiting. It had been waiting for longer than the people who built the temple had been alive. It was good at waiting. The Goron Elder, somewhere in the tunnels beneath the road, had died in the first few minutes after the collapse. Predictable — he was old, and the dust was thick, and there were limits to how much physical shock an elderly Goron could absorb. His son had lasted a little longer. The Skull Kid had arranged them carefully, in the specific chamber where Goht's mask had been resting, for exactly this reason. The boy's death was the last piece, the seal breaking, the mask recognizing the signal it had been given and responding to it the way all masks responded to what they needed — by becoming what they were. Goht would be where he needed to be. He stopped laughing. The real earthquake was starting. He felt it from outside and from inside, the double register of something he'd set in motion long ago now arriving at its destination, and he thought about the Elder and he thought about the boy and he looked at the canyon walls and the road and the little figures scrambling on it and he felt the thing he always felt when everything went exactly according to plan, which was not satisfaction and was not pleasure and was not anything he had a good name for. He turned and flew. The Goron Racetrack in late afternoon had a hollow quality. The banners were still up — the BSSJ maintained them between Summits, a point of pride — and they moved in the mountain wind with the brisk indifference of things that don't know what season it is. The track itself was wide and circular and built into a natural bowl in the terrain, sheltered enough from the worst of the mountain weather that the ice here was old and deep and smooth. He landed on the center marker and waited. He did not have to wait long. They came out of the tunnel at speed — four men, grizzled in the way that people who have spent years being hunted by both authorities and monsters get grizzled, the particular weathering that is less about age and more about accumulated decision. The leader wore a red bandana. The three behind him wore blue. They all stopped when they saw him. He watched them process it. The tunnel exit, the track, the figure standing in the middle of it. The understanding arriving in stages: the escape route was not an escape route. The egress point was not an egress point. Whatever was waiting for them here was not the Termina Field they'd been running toward for the last twenty minutes. The man in red understood fastest. That was why he was in red. "Run," he said. He said it without looking away from the Skull Kid. He said it the way you tell someone to run when you know they won't, because you need to say it anyway, because the alternative is not telling them and you have spent a long time being the person who tells people things even when the things don't help. The three in blue did not run. They spread out. They drew their weapons — good ones, the weapons of people who had been in enough situations to know what worked — and they moved to the edges of the track with the careful, angular spacing of people who understood that the problem in the center of the room could not be approached from one direction and that the solution, if there was one, would come from multiple angles at once. The man in red drew a revolver. It was large and mechanical and had the look of something that had been modified by someone who knew what they were doing and trusted their modifications. The Skull Kid looked at the four of them. He looked at the weapons and the spacing and the particular quality of their stillness, which was not the stillness of fear and was not the stillness of confidence but was the stillness of people who had chosen their ground and were prepared to hold it. He laughed. It started small and built, the real laugh, the one he couldn't quite control, the one that came from somewhere underneath the mask and the memories and the thirty-three years and everything else. The banners moved in the wind. The old ice of the racetrack held. "Oh," he said. "This will be fun." Wayward Few Quote The light was close enough to see shapes in it. Four of them, standing just outside the tunnel mouth — big men, still as sentinels, the silhouettes of people who had heard something coming and planted themselves to meet it. The BSSJ. She'd almost caught them. Then her companions shouted, and the tunnel lit up white behind her. Ap didn't need to look. She'd felt the vibration change a hundred yards back — the drumming shifting from distant to immediate, the concussive impacts of those massive hooves eating the distance between them at a rate that made math uncomfortable. Her friends had bought her a moment by doing the only thing available to them: pressing themselves into the alcoves carved in the tunnel walls, making themselves thin, hoping the geometry worked in their favor. It was a good plan. She had a better one. "Hey!" The Goron voice came up from somewhere deep in her chest, low and percussive, the kind of sound that fit a body this size. "Ugly!" She felt the vibration change behind her — the rhythm of the hooves stuttering as something that had not been spoken to in a very long time processed being spoken to. "I'm right here!" Then she turned and ran. Full Goron sprint, the tunnel blurring past, the light at the end growing from a coin to a window to a door — she hit the threshold and kept her voice ahead of her and screamed the only word that mattered into the cold open air of the racetrack: "Incoming!" Jim moved before the word finished. He'd already seen the Skull Kid. He'd already assessed the situation, done the calculations, understood what was standing in the middle of the racetrack and what it meant for the four of them. He'd already told his friends to run and watched them refuse, which was the thing about his friends that he'd never been able to decide whether it was their best quality or their worst. When the small figure in the tunnel screamed, he stopped thinking about the Skull Kid's face and thought about his eye. The revolver came up. The shot was not a long one — the tunnel mouth was twenty yards, the Skull Kid was distracted by something approaching from behind him at considerable speed — and Jim had been making shots like this since he was fifteen years old and had stopped keeping count of them somewhere in his thirties. The hammer fell. The round crossed the distance and found the mask's eye, and the Skull Kid flinched. A flinch was enough. Jim was already rolling, coming up behind the angle, putting himself between his friends and the figure at the center of the track. His friends were moving, the three of them clearing the tunnel mouth in fast low strides, giving the screaming thing in the passage the space it needed. Goron-Ap hit Majora like a wrecking ball. The impact sent him skidding across the ice in a long tumbling arc, arms out, the mask catching the late light as it spun. She didn't stop — no time to spin up a proper roll, no time to do anything but keep moving — and she was already yelling as she ran. "Goht is right behind me! Scatter!" The BSSJ scattered. She was three strides past the tunnel mouth when she heard the sound that meant Goht was one stride from it, and she did the only thing available: she dropped into a ground pound and drove herself into the dirt of the racetrack, compacting into as small a mass as the Goron form could manage, the earth closing over her in a rough shallow grave just as the air above her turned into a wall of hooves and heat and the concussive thunder of something enormous passing at full speed. The ground shook. The racetrack shook. Then it was past. Goht skidded to a stop at the far edge of the track. The turn took it twenty yards past the mark it wanted, momentum fighting against mass, hooves gouging long parallel furrows in the ice before it arrested itself and swung around. It was not used to missing. It stood at the edge of the bowl and found no targets where targets should be, and the stillness of a predator recalculating settled over it. The front hoof came down. Then again. A slow, methodical digging, the hoof cutting grooves in the earth in long rhythmic strokes, pistons cycling, something behind the mask doing whatever the thing behind the mask did when it was deciding to end something. The steam from its exertion caught the air and drifted in the direction of the moon. The moon. Ap came up out of the dirt and looked at it. It had been close yesterday. It had been very close this morning. What it was now was something different — something that had crossed out of close and into immediate, the heat of its passage visible as a shimmer at its leading edge, the surface lit from below by its own approach and from above by a light that had no business being that bright at this hour. The sky around it had changed color. The horizon had changed color. Everything looked like the last ten minutes of something. The Skull Kid rose from behind Goht's horns and settled onto its head. He folded one arm across his chest and rested his chin on his other fist, the silhouette of someone who had nothing to do and all the time in the world to do it. The laughter that followed was enormous, out of proportion to the distance, filling the bowl of the racetrack and bouncing back from the canyon walls. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" His arm came up. The finger extended toward the sky, toward the burning mass descending toward all of them, toward the particular quality of light that meant the world was running its last errand. "It's about... Too, I think." The pause. "Too late!" Ap's hand was already at the strap of the ocarina. She pulled it free and the moon tear caught the light, and behind her she heard the tunnel disgorge her companions — Thistle first, then Amora, then Cindra and Kieran — all of them bruised and out of breath and present, standing at her shoulders, finding their footing on the cracked earth of the racetrack floor. Goht charged. The hooves came down in sequence and the ground announced each one and the BSSJ moved. She didn't see which one triggered it. She was raising the ocarina to her lips and she heard the detonation — different from the others, deeper, more final, the sound of a charge that had been placed with specific physics in mind — and the center of the racetrack simply ceased. The earth dropped away in a circle thirty feet across, hundreds of feet straight down, the sides shearing clean, the sound of the collapse echoing up from below long after the initial fall. Goht hit the edge at full speed and its front hooves found nothing and it threw itself backward with the explosive urgency of something that understood the hole was bigger than it was and caught itself two yards from the lip, steam pouring from every seam. The crater lay between them. Across it, Skull Kid rose higher on Goht's head, and in his hands was the Hero's Bow. She knew the bow from the legends. She had seen Kashika wield it. It had been made for someone with better range than any of them. The first arrow came for her. Jim moved into it. He stepped across her line of sight and took the shaft in the shoulder and went down to one knee, and she watched his jaw set and his grip tighten on the revolver and he looked at her once — not a long look, not a dramatic one, the look of someone confirming that the thing they came here to do is still worth doing — and then he was firing back across the crater, three shots in fast succession aimed at the hand holding the bow, buying her the seconds the bow needed to nock again. She played the first notes. The fire arrow came in a streak of orange and Amora caught it on her arm, the cloth wrapping her forearm igniting and her putting it out with the focused economy of someone who has been on fire before and knows the correct procedure. She did not make a sound. She moved back into position. The ice arrow was slower, heavier, and it caught the light as it crossed the crater. Kieran saw it. He moved wrong — too wide, trying to intercept rather than block — and the ice caught his leg and he went down hard, the cold spreading fast up the joint, and he dragged himself back upright against the tunnel wall and stayed there, upright, because staying upright was the remaining useful thing he could do. She was in the third measure. The light arrow went up first. It arced, a barrage rather than a shot — three at once, the bow's quiver running low, the Skull Kid's arm working fast, and the light hit the ice around her and scattered in every direction and she closed her eyes against it and kept playing because closing her eyes was easier than stopping her hands. When she opened them, Coliver was there, beat up and bruised, but very much here and not dead. She was already moving, had been moving since the first light arrow left the string, had understood from the arc and the scatter where the next barrage was going to land and had done the geometry on where Ap was standing and where the safest place in the immediate area was and those two things had produced a single answer. She came down across Ap's back, arms around her, a full-body cover, and the second barrage hit the earth three feet to their left and the third hit the crater wall and the fourth hit Coliver. Ap felt her weight change. Felt the breath go out of her. She played the last note. The moon was so close now that its shadow fell across all of them, casting the racetrack in murderous flame. The note went out over the racetrack and the mountain and the road and the fallen temple and all the way back to the beginning. Time retreated. On Goht's head, the Skull Kid looked across the crater at the small figure with the ocarina and the friend draped across her shoulders, and he did not laugh this time. He looked at them until the world went quiet and white and took everything with it. Just one left. Happy Mask Salesman Quote The bell above the door made its soft brassy laugh, and the Happy Mask Salesman turned from the shelf he was dusting and bowed to it. His Apprentice stood in the doorway with her green cap on crooked and her wooden sword at her hip and the moon tear ocarina in her hand. He set the feather duster down. "Tell me," he said. She told him. It came out the way it had the first time — fast, pressed, the words that had been waiting under pressure finally getting their release. The Carnival. The play. The real Skull Kid above the stage with the real Mask on his face. The shop broken open, her grandfather on the floor, the drawer empty. The Dreamers with their fused faces and their branded wrists. The South Gate and the swamp road in the dark with three hundred people and a moon falling down. A Deku mask that would not come off. A woman named Kashika who had known what the mask needed and the song it had been waiting for. A temple full of old bones and older curses. A queen who had said I knew you'd come and then stopped saying anything. The Skull Kid above the rubble. Odolwa's mask in his hands. The ocarina. The song. Then she kept going. He had begun to speak — the careful beginning of the things he'd said the last time, the things she already knew — and she held up a hand, gently, and kept going. The morning after. A shop with an empty drawer and a mask on its hook and a grandfather who did not remember any of it. A second Carnival still coming. The Manor explosion. A man named Sakon who smiled when he thought no one was watching and had been the real architect of most of it. A march north through ice. Mountain Village and twin islands and Business Scrubs who had agreed to remember across the loops in exchange for a promise she intended to keep, though she'd definitely not gone back to fulfill her promise. The Great Fairy in green who had given the wind a reason to listen to her. A shrine that had been a trap. An ancient tunnel connecting Snowhead Temple to the Goron Racetrack. Goht in those very tunnels, filling them, the sound of hooves on stone becoming the earthquakes themselves. Four men in bandanas on a racetrack who had stood in a circle around the Skull Kid and refused to run when their leader told them to. She told him about Jim last. She was brief about it, remembering they were acquaintances. It seemed better to spare the details. When she finished, the shop was very quiet. The trumpet player outside was looking for a note he hadn't found yet. The Happy Mask Salesman stood still for a long moment. This was not the stillness of shock — he had never been a man who was shocked by things, only surprised at the specific form they took — but the stillness of someone running a great deal of arithmetic at once. He was looking at her with an expression she had not seen him wear very often, which was the expression of a man revising his understanding of something he had thought he already understood. "He has Odolwa's mask," he said finally. "And Goht's." "Yes." He moved to the drawer and pressed his palm to the blue cloth and stood with his back to her. She waited. "You played the Song of Time twice," he said, not turning around. "Yes." He turned. He looked at her properly — the cap, the sword, the ocarina, the particular quality of stillness in a twelve-year-old who has been through too many days of the same three days — and the expression on his face did something that took a moment to resolve into its component parts. "That's bad," she said. "The masks. Isn't it." "Yes," he said. "It is." He looked at the hook where the Deku mask was not hanging. He looked at the wall. He looked at the window, and the light beyond it, and sighed — a real sigh, the kind he didn't often permit himself. "The Great Bay," he said. "That's the next stop." She nodded. She'd worked that out. He was quiet another moment. Then he looked at the door to the back room, and his posture changed in the way that meant he'd made a decision. "Wait here," he said. He went through the door. There was a pause. Then the sound of a chest opening. Something heavy being moved. A silence. Then a sequence of noises she couldn't organize into a picture despite genuine effort. He came back out wearing swim trunks, a striped towel folded over one arm and a canvas bag in the other, his expression entirely composed. She stared at him. "The first two times, I stayed behind," he said, setting the bag down. "I've thought about it carefully. I believe that was the wrong call." He looked at the shop — the shelves, the masks, the morning light — and then back at her. "I'll need to be here until tonight. But if you go now and find your companions, bring them back before the Carnival, I think we might be able to do considerably better this time." He set the canvas bag behind the counter. "Someone should also find Commander Vicsen and tell him about Sakon before tonight. The earlier he knows, the more he can do with it." She was still looking at the swimwear. "You'll have questions about the Great Bay," he said. "I have answers. It seemed efficient to be prepared." She opened her mouth. "Go," he said, and handed her the feather duster. "Quickly. And fix your cap." She put the duster on the counter, fixed her cap, and went. The bell laughed. The Happy Mask Salesman stood in the empty shop and looked at the drawer, and the hook where the Deku mask was not, and the window where the trumpet player was still searching for the right note. He picked up the feather duster and got back to work. RP Quest: Warn Vicsen and rendevous with Ap! Or don't. Up to you! Quote Welcome to Clock Town, crossroads of Termina—a growing city wrapped around the famous Clock Tower and split into four distinct wards. Travelers from the swamp, mountains, bay, and canyon have arrived to celebrate the three-day-long Hero’s Carnival, honoring the Hero of Time who saved their world 33 years ago. Whether you are a local or a tourist, you’re free to visit the locales below. That is, assuming you are able to get through the Clock Ward's Gate Patrol (are you carrying proper identification and a Tourist Permit?). This year especially, the entry line is quite long! South Ward (Gate leads to Woodfall, home of the Dekus) Clock Tower Plaza and Carnival Stage The city’s main square is filled with vendors, performers, and bystanders, as well as the second largest patrol of the Clock Wards, a guard force created by Mayor Bremor to stamp out crime and corruption from Clock Town. Happy Mask Shop (Under the Clock Tower) An unusual shop nestled beneath the Clock Tower with masks lining the walls from the rafters to the floor (except for one that is mysteriously empty). The elderly Salesman, and usually his Apprentice, can always be found here for a story or mask (with the right amount of rupees). NOTE: YOU DO NOT NEED TO VISIT THE SHOP IN THREAD TO PURCHASE A MASK Laundry Pool A washing pond, a footbridge, several trees, and benches make this a calm retreat from the chaos of the plaza. Musicians sometimes practice here while locals come to wash clothing. A single Clock Ward guards a door here at all times. West Ward (Gate leads to the Great Bay, home of the Zoras) Clock Ward Academy Formally the Swordsman’s School, this recruitment facility has been expanded to accommodate more dummies and training drills than ever before. Anyone is free to come learn about the Clock Wards and spar with Commander Vicsen, who is always eager to display his skill and encourage the need for heroes. Lottery Museum One of Bremor’s first acts as Mayor was to ban gambling in Clock Town after discovering the Lottery Shop was stealing the hard earned money of the citizens to fund the terrorists known as the Bombers Secret Society of Justice. As such, the faceless man was arrested and his crime den turned into a museum displaying all of the evidence of his evil deeds for the public to see. Firework Factory After the natural death of the owner, the Bomb Shop has been repurposed into a factory that can only sell its products to those with approval from the Mayor. Tourists can visit to see how the Hero’s Carnival fireworks are made and even leave with a free sparkler! Trading Emporium Now run by Quartermaster Sakon of the Clock Wards, a variety of staple goods (individual and bulk) can be sold and purchased here, facilitating Clock Town’s growing population and economy since the Hero of Time made Clock Town universally beloved to Termina’s citizens. Everything traded here is taxed and used to fund the Clock Wards. Post Office (Closed) A handwritten “POSTMAN ON VACATION” sign hangs from the locked door, its corners in a state of half-rot. Through a gap in a drawn curtain, countless letters are piled up on the other side of the mail slot. People still wander by to drop off more, hoping the Postman will return soon. NOTE: ONLY THE OWNER OF THE POSTMAN’S HAT CAN ENTER. East Ward (Gate leads to Ikana Canyon, home of the Gerudo) Stock Pot Hotel and Bar The only place in Clock Town where travelers can rent a bed for the night or come to drink their woes away, making it the ideal place to meet new people and hear rumors about the goings on around Termina. Honey & Darling’s Heroic Diversions An elderly couple is still dancing as they let visitors compete in a variety of games inspired by the Hero of Time to earn all sorts of Hero themed prizes. The Shooting Gallery has been folded in since the Gallery Guy retired to the Great Bay. Treasure Chest Bonanza Now run by Mayor Bremor’s twenty-something, purple-haired son. For a rather hefty fee, players can navigate a complicated maze with a single chest at every dead end. Once you find it, you must open it before you’re escorted back to the front with your prize. NOTE: ACCORDING TO THE LAW, LOOT BOXES ARE NOT CONSIDERED GAMBLING. MAYOR’S RESIDENCE & CLOCK WARD HQ (CLOSED) For the duration of the Hero’s Carnival, the largest contingent of Clock Wards are here defending the Mayor and his wife from all potential threats against their property and lives. Tourists will be turned away politely. Protestors will be removed impolitely. North Ward (Gate leads to Snowhead Mountain, home of the Gorons) Deku Scrub Playground A large fenced off playground with all sorts of obstacles and games to keep your children busy. The Deku Scrubs will make sure they’re safe. Nearby, the entrance to the BSSJ HQ has been obstructed by rubble after their failed attempt at holding Clock Town hostage with the largest stockpile of bombs ever gathered in one place. Great Fairy Fountain This mystical fountain courtyard, nestled within a cave near the North Gate, makes for a great location for dates, to pray for the Great Fairy’s favor, or simply retreat from the summer day heat. Rupees often get thrown in and mysteriously vanish. Many seem to believe that means it helps. @Ashbringer was removed from the Loop. The Minions of Mischief won Goht's Mask. @Divergent, @Wonko the Sane, @|TJ|, @DrakeMarshall, @Stick. , @Archer, @Araris Valerian, and @Ashbringer were resurrected! Players can now vote to remove one of their own from the Loop. The Happy Mask Shop Quote Name $ Description Uses Bremen Mask 5 While donned, summon a flock of cuccos to cancel the vote of 1 player (Day Action) or block the action of 1 player (Night Action). 2x Bunny Hood* 5 Passively multiples the number of Rupees earned by 2x. ~ Don Gero Mask 5 While donned, if you are targeted by any player, this Mask will alert you of all their identities (Night Action). 2x Postman’s Hat* 5 Passively enables Postman’s Service and earns +1 Rupee for each unique player that is delivered a message. ~ Blast Mask** 20 While donned, if you are targeted by any action, kill you and every player that targets you. **1x Per Game Captain’s Hat* 20 Passively allows you access to the current Loop’s Dead Doc. ~ Mask of Scents 20 While donned, discover a player’s target (Night Action). 2x Romani Mask 20 While donned, if you are killed by any means, drink an ice cold glass of Romani milk to delay your death by 1 turn (Day/Night Passive). ~ Circus Leader Mask 50 While donned, summon the Circus to steal a random Mask from the target player (Night Action). 1x Gibdo Mask 50 While donned, if you are killed by any means, become a zombie that can only post during the Nights. Gibdos can vote at Night to count on the next day. Gibdos do not count for Boss Mask parity at Loop’s end. ~ Keaton Mask 50 While donned, redirect either a vote (Day Action) or action (Night Action) of a player to another target. 2x Stone Mask 50 While donned, become an untargetable object. No actions can affect you, including votes. Once put on it cannot be removed. ~ Great Fairy Mask 100 While donned, resurrect a single player (Night Action). 1x Mask of Truth 100 While donned, discover a player’s alignment (Night Action). 1x Fierce Deity Mask** 200 When donned, your team wins the current Loop (or Game if Final Day). **1x Per Game Player List 0 Amanuensis Happy Mask Apprentice, AKA 'Ap' 1 @The Unknown Order Heroshi 2 @Araris Valerian Arenta 3 @Wahrheitswächter Wahi 4 @Ashbringer Coliver 5 @coco.pudding Amora 6 @|TJ| Cosmetica 7 @Stick. meeee 8 @Haelbarde Link the Goron 9 @Wonko the Sane Zymni 10 @Doc12 Thistle 11 @Burnt Spaghetti Cindra 12 @DrakeMarshall Squircle 13 @Mistfallen Soldier Kieran 14 @Divergent Gor Elam the Goron 15 @Archer Ouae the Zora 16 @TwinStorm Mumbo Sorry this one took so long y'all. Wanted to do it justice. Hope I delivered o7 Edited March 9 by Amanuensis 3
Myst He/Him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 (edited) That… was not what I was expecting. That means there’s one more person. And therefore I can’t force yall to choose the right people… Edit: yes I expected and planned for this, though it’s slightly different from what I thought they’d do Edited March 9 by Mistfallen Soldier 1
coco.pudding she/they Posted March 9 Posted March 9 Well that’s…certainly a choice. Can’t say I was expecting them to do that but ig they have been making a habit of doing the opposite of what we expect. So that leaves who, me, Mistfallen, Burnt, Doc, Hael, TwinStorm? With three elims among that? Surely we can get that right? 50/50 is very good odds.
Myst He/Him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 1 minute ago, coco.pudding said: Well that’s…certainly a choice. Can’t say I was expecting them to do that but ig they have been making a habit of doing the opposite of what we expect. So that leaves who, me, Mistfallen, Burnt, Doc, Hael, TwinStorm? With three elims among that? Surely we can get that right? 50/50 is very good odds. Speak for yourself, and it’s not. We have to hit 2 Elims with three exes. I was going to make it impossible for us to lose, but since they hit Ash instead of a non-confirmed village that won’t happen. people from the dead doc, mind explaining TJ’s Elim slip? Also, Twin and Hael would’ve been good targets for a NK without revealing much(assuming they aren’t Elim) and the fact that they want for Ash get suggests one of them is Elim. That or they saw what I did and didn’t want to take the chance. @coco.pudding @Doc12 @Burnt Spaghetti what masks did you get last loop? I didn’t get one
Archer he/him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 My death made the N3NK unnecessary, so Ash just gets a free 50 rupees? D1 we should be conscious of blocking someone from getting the Stone Mask. Show of hands, who has 50 rupees? I had 45 when I died, but am back down to 20
Myst He/Him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 1 minute ago, Archer said: My death made the N3NK unnecessary, so Ash just gets a free 50 rupees? D1 we should be conscious of blocking someone from getting the Stone Mask. Show of hands, who has 50 rupees? I had 45 when I died, but am back down to 20 I don’t have it right now, I’ve pinged the other three who could have it depending on what masks they got.
Archer he/him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 1 minute ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: I don’t have it right now, I’ve pinged the other three who could have it depending on what masks they got. How is that when you've been post maxing and didn't get a mask? @Wahrheitswächter my math man, was the NK necessary? Burnt
Myst He/Him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 Just now, Archer said: How is that when you've been post maxing and didn't get a mask? @Wahrheitswächter my math man, was the NK necessary? Burnt I spent 7 rupees on PMs and had a red mask, I’m at 43 right now, I can get one tonight but Ash can get the stone before me
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 9 Posted March 9 What. NGL i’m genuinely surprised that the elims didn’t throw that? Sure, i’ll taking having a whole lot more practically confirmed players. Thanks? This team must be wildly confident that they aren't going to get exed. Speaking of what masks people had last cycle, Mistfallen. Care to explain what you were doing targeting Ashbringer last night?
coco.pudding she/they Posted March 9 Posted March 9 5 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: what masks did you get last loop? I didn’t get one I didn’t get one either sadly. I went for Scents but ig RNG hated me last loop I’m down to coordinate on trying to get any specific masks/keep anything out of elim hands. It would probably be a good idea to figure that out so we don’t accidentally all go for one and let them get a different one more easily. 3 minutes ago, Archer said: Burnt Any context for this vote? Or just vibes?
Myst He/Him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 (edited) 9 minutes ago, Burnt Spaghetti said: What. NGL i’m genuinely surprised that the elims didn’t throw that? Sure, i’ll taking having a whole lot more practically confirmed players. Thanks? This team must be wildly confident that they aren't going to get exed. Speaking of what masks people had last cycle, Mistfallen. Care to explain what you were doing targeting Ashbringer last night? Oh I see, well, thanks for letting me know. Twin and Doc then? Also, I doubt you’d make that statement without actually having the scents mask. It’s down to a he says/she says now. In case either isn’t clear, I didn’t have a mask. I did not target Ashbringer, and Burnt is lying as Elim. Edit: which makes sense as there’s no reason the Elims would go for exing a confirmed villager without being sure they could get the stone mask. Burnt can get it, and saw with Doc. That gives them a majority on the stone mask today even if Ash goes for it Edited March 9 by Mistfallen Soldier
Archer he/him Posted March 9 Posted March 9 (edited) 13 minutes ago, coco.pudding said: Any context for this vote? Or just vibes? I'm trying to keep you alive here, don't question it Our chance to exe TS was last loop. We didn't, so now we have to ignore them and hope for the best. I'm looking at high rollers, and Burnt half heartedly voting Stick at EOD D3 felt off. Math right now might be that we can kill Burnt and Ash gets Stone uncontested. Standing by as the Scent stuff plays out. Friendly reminder to go buy masks, by the way. Mistfallen, care to join me in voting Burnt? Edit: counter proposal MF, no elim could get Stone, so they didn't care that Ash would have it be cause they're not in a position to contest it. Edited March 9 by Archer
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