STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

[starhuemod]

LET'S PARTY!
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A. Arrivals and Much More

You’re here because you were dropped somewhere that tried sending you home, or you're someone with a call to the heart to explore the vast universe. The buses run at odd schedules, so please pardon any interruptions! I hope you fellas make yourselves at home, here!

[ Marjorie’s whole speech rings through your ears as you begin to explore the area. It seems a few people who arrived on the TDM have already been here for a week, but you’re just a newcomer. So where are you when this all went down? Are you trying to get back on a bus that’ll take you home, or…?

B. Home Sweet Home

[ The dust has settled on the bus ride here, and you can’t help but notice that your farmland… well, it’s a mess. Rocks and grass everywhere, no matter which layout you were set with. You were given a set of tools, and the message that this land is yours to shape or change or build on no matter what you want, so long as it’s yours. The little crate by the edge of the house is what will hold your bounties from farming, collected nightly with money delivered to your mailbox the following day, like some kind of Produce Fairy visited.

The house is in alright shape. It’s not brilliant, but it has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a studio bedroom where all your belongings can be. It’s wide enough to accommodate several things until you upgrade it.

Sometimes you see a stray dog or cat at the edge of your property. Do you adopt it?

Anyway, it’s time to make what you will of your farm. ]


The Last Day Of
The Stardrop Celebration!
FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

[ Down a hill a little ways from Pelican Town is a remarkable festival set-up! Several attractions and vendors line the streets where everything is going down. Where will you go? ]

C. Food Stalls

[ Surrounding the entire property are dozens of food stalls, from all around the universe. Marjorie bussed in caterers from all around with a healthy sum of gold, and they’re happy to sell their wares in this strange place tonight. Where you might find octopus balls, you’ll also find kraken balls. Where you might find corndogs, you’ll find dogs selling corn.

It’s a veritable buffet! And the gold you’ve started with is more than enough to go shopping for food. Have fun! ]

D. Games

[ All manners of Carnival Games are set up! From throwing a baseball at bottles to catching goldfish with a paper net, everything you can dream of is here. There are even some unorthodox games, like dance-offs, karaoke, and a little bit of everything. Apparently, the NPC couldn’t choose who to go with what. It definitely makes for a big festival.

In addition to the above, there’s water gun races, squeaky duck ponds, skee-ball, target shooting, test your strength with a hammer, pitching speed, shooting hoops… and more! ]

E. Three-legged Race

[ You didn’t think this festival was going to go by without tomfoolery, did you? For the prize of 1,000 Gold, you can rally up a partner and get tied to them by the ankle, participating in a no-rules no-bars-held race. The winners will be randomized! But the real gift is going to be the fact that the ties around your ankles? Aren’t coming undone. You’re going to have to be tied together until 11 PM! ]

F. Fireworks

[ Errant magic and mishaps aside, you have to admit, the fireworks show at the end of it all is really something. Marjorie hired a pony for them, and the lights are as ethereal as they are non-traditional. It’s a good moment to snuggle up to someone or enjoy company with a new friend. ]

G. Wildcard

[ Exactly what it says! Make your own prompt. ]

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Comments

B

[roulette_vampire]

[ ...A Cosmog. That made the former Elite Four curious, a little, but he gave a small wave. ]

A slight of hand, hm? [ But he can't help but smile a little, at the small bundle of stars. A Pokemon he hasn't seen for a long time. ] You've got some luck.

[resetto]

[ So. Wherever you are, there is a young lady garbed in pink, the sun gleaming off her crystal-like scales. And she has a large book, already filled with notes - written in Common, at that. Before she talks to you, you may hear her pondering to herself. ]

A world with this power... I wonder if it's truly safe...

[ But! She's got a question for people - with a slight bounce, and a slighter smile, Bolormaa speaks. ]

Excuse me - may I ask you some questions? I promise it shall not take over long.

[sheepdad]

[ So. Farms, huh. The large Esper, Belias, has no desire to be here. But also has no desire to return home - for what is there to return to? Waiting forevermore for those who no longer exist?

No, they have decided to... try and blend in with sheep. So, if you're looking at them? Don't mind the giant-ass sheep, three times larger then a person, wearing a beautiful mask. Especially don't mind when they try and knock away the animals, who have realised this shaggy thing is WARM. Especially as the sun sets, and his fur glows warm and comfortable. By that time, he'd made his way to the town, at least. ]

[hornedskull]

d:

[ ...Huh. Okay, Fordola can't complain too much, at these games. Mostly because she's having fun showing off her strength with a hammer - though she can't get her numbers to the top. ]

You. [ She says, looking back. ] Can you beat me?

g:

--Alright. Who's heading out?

[ Fordola cannot stay here. She can't - at least, not at the farms and festivals. The silence is deafening - without tribute, she'll lose her power. Or she'll shift to being Ifrit, and she cannot handle that. Either way, she needs to get out - and she's going north. She's raring to head north to the mountains, and she might as well round up some others. Maybe she can command them. Make them listen to her.

Worship her. For those with the ability to sense aura, this lady... looks human, but does not feel it at all. ]

[ofobedience]

[It's what he expects. the brief rush that brings them closer together followed by the familiar wedge that keeps them apart, all their history standing between them and making anything other than a fragmented connectedness impossible. so it comes as a surprise when he feels her arms around his shoulders because it seems like its been the longest, longest time. and yet here they are, and he finds himself hugging her back readily enough because their history may not have changed but so much else has. it counts for something. counts for a lot.]

I was on my way somewhere else and...well, I'm a little lost, it seems. Hahah.

[his shoulders move in a shrug, but he hasn't let go.]

The others are fine. We're all fine. I was with them, but...

[worldhopping can be faulty, apparently?]

[anappleaday]

[ brightening a bit, though it's only really visible in her body language and the way she straightens up ]

The crown? 1000 gold, or ... alternate payment can be arranged.

[ that much gold still seems high to her, even after having checked around town for the prices for various goods— not to mention she's most certainly not the only one to be new to the valley and thus low on the local funds. ]

[octo_dj]

Thank you for coming out, here's another song for you all!

[Marina is waving at everyone and she winks at Faith with a grin.]

[ringrust]

D. did you think this was a GAME

[It was supposed to be for a cheap laugh, just to satisfy his curiosity about how one of those lame rigged boxing machines would rank a real punch. But the loud bells and flashing lights accompanying the score of 999 attracted more than a few eyes, and one thing led to another and now Mallory and the machine are surrounded by a small herd of very young children chanting his name and waving around chains of prize tickets. The guy operating machine wears an expression that begs for the sweet mercy of death and so does Mallory, honestly.]

Enough already! What was that, number ten? You brats should be earning your own damn tickets.

[A mass whine of protest fills the air, and Mallory laments over the ids being too young even for him to push around a little. Let him do something else. Anything else. Please.]

Look, see that person over there? [Sorry, innocent bystander and/or passerby, but Mal's POINTING YOUR WAY. Sacrifices must be made.] Go bug them!


G. or whatever

[Choose your own adventure! He's likely to be wallflowering in the more quiet areas of the festival, watching the fireworks or sneakily enjoying some cotton candy. He'll probably start heading out before the fireworks are even over, if you want to catch him off the fairgrounds.]

[tonic]

I only have 500...

[ An idea hits her! ] Could I trade you some vegetables for it? I've been growing hot peppers since last week, and I'll give you the best of what I have to cover the other 500!

[genosider]

No, just goats.

[ Regular ol', non family goats. White ones. ]

Your mom has a sanctuary...? ... Is she the blonde lady in the white dress?

[ You two look really alike, sorry. ]

[genosider]

... a little. Are these monster eggs?

[ Chara only has one concept of monster, and it's not pocket monsters, for sure. ]

[genosider]

"Conservation..."

The opposite of what Chara had planned for humans, but plans don't always go... well, according to plan. And with a new space like this, there was a lot to reconsider. Permanent choices, no resets.

"I've never heard of either of those places, sorry. I come from Mt. Ebott."

[genosider]

No problem. I just... games are a good outlet, that's all.

[ Chara's mcStabby adventure didn't go so well. New hobbies. They're carrying a sack of stuffed animals right now, even. ]

D.

[genosider]

I'll win prize tickets for them.

[ Chara's actually quite pleased Mal pointed their way. Trading a coin to the operator, Chara looks like they don't pack a big punch.

Looks are deceiving! Chara wallops the fake boxing machine, tapping out at 999 themselves. After a moment waiting for the tickets to come out, they hand them off to one of the random kids. ]

Doing nice things is rewarding, isn't it? [ aka 'you have a soft side, don't you.' ]

C

[takeittothebridge]

[Bridge himself has been frequenting the food stalls that evening, even as he was thinking of how to get back home. But the sight of a familiar figure catches his eye, and he grins as he hurries over.]

Hey, Uncle Scrooge!

[roulette_vampire]

In a manner of speaking. [ Grimsley said, looking straight at Chara. Before whistling... and holy shit that's a large Hydreigon landing by him, with more eggs.

...Before shrugging. ] Though Belluae may not call herself a monster.

[anappleaday]

[ her own shoulders sag as some of the tension goes out of them— thought not all. she's still as careful as ever not to make him bear her weight. ]

... Marjorie missed them, I suppose. If they don't show up looking for you, it hopefully shouldn't be difficult to get in touch with them. I was planning on visiting myself, later...

[ ...finally loosening her own grip and leaning back a little, but not exactly rushing to let go by any stretch of the imagination— except to rub at one of her eyes. feelings ]

I didn't think Leo was lying about travel being a possibility, but. It's still good to have proof. And to see you.

[genosider]

...

[ A little smile upturns on Chara's face. ]

How much? Do I get to choose or is it random?

d

[hornedskull]

...Can't believe it has a limit. [ Fordola muses, looking at the boxing machine. Snorting, as she stepped away from the second one set up. ]

[richestduck]

[This is the second time someone's called him "Uncle Scrooge", and he freezes on reflex. They can't be talking to him. They can't. He doesn't have any family. Family's nothing but trouble, and they left him years ago.]

I'm afraid you've got me mistaken for someone else, laddie.

[bloominglillie]

R-Right! Exactly... that.

[She is leaning down to scoop up Nebby when she recognizes the former Elite Four member.

Lillie squints slightly, then tilts her head.]

You're... Mr Grimsley? Right..?

[littlehero]

[Oh, wow. It's been some time since Seere's been able to attend a festival as just another reveler instead of as an important figurehead chained to some ceremony or another. He gets to just mingle with the crowd! The crowd almost entirely made up of people who tower right over him... he's going to do his best to avoid the more clustered areas so he doesn't get tripped over, but sometimes it just can't be helped.

So here's this six-year-old wandering the grounds alone, staring wide-eyed at everything as he takes it all in. By now he's managed to get his hands on some proper clothes that aren't a Hierarch's robes so there are some sweet tatts bro winding around his neck and arms under his basic t-shirt. Every so often he stalks between the stalls as though looking for something specific before some new wonder catches his eye all over again.

Seriously, where are this runt's parents?]

[bloominglillie]

Really..?

[Lillie can't see shooting anything, even just targets, as being fun. But she also doesn't understand how Pokemon Battles are fun. Not yet, anyway.

Nebby begins bouncing around and squealing, which convinces Lillie to agree.]

If you can help, that would be so nice of you. We'll pay for the game?

[roulette_vampire]

Random - it'd be far too passé if it weren't. [ he's addicted. ] But, for now, 50 gold. Try your luck?

[anappleaday]

[ hhhumming, the sound uncertain ]

I am sorry, but I do not like peppers ... are you growing anything else?