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TDM #8


Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see a barn owl that is flying through the darkness, soon sweeping you across the clouded sky. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.
When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water, and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.
Will you drink it or not?
There is a parchment, handwritten, and it simply gives you a welcoming:
“Welcome to my Labyrinth. Per our agreement, you have consented to live your life here for an undetermined amount of time. In exchange, I will grant you the wish that you desire the most.”
You’re in a garden, surrounded by flowers and plants– most of which you cannot identify. However, there are a few that you can make out: purple carnations and generous fields of shamrocks. You’ll soon find out that being around the purple carnations can cause someone to act impulsively, following every whim of their heart to the point of almost being erratic. It might almost feel as though they’re having a hard time keeping track of which way is up and which way is down the way their whims change on a dime. This can cause quite a confusing first interaction, but the fields of shamrocks are no less confusing considering laying about in or spending time walking through these fields will cause the dreamer to feel lighter than air. Literally. Be careful! It’s almost like interacting with the world as though you’re lacking gravity. Jumps are higher, staying on the ground seems a little difficult, (but don't worry you won't float away), and generally being easy to push around are all something you should keep an eye on. Luckily, 30 minutes away from the shamrocks will make the effect go away.

Though it’s not exactly celebrated every year, and sometimes it’s done more subtly depending on the whims of the land, the locals (Gelfling and Goblin alike) always prepare for the spring. This year the locals can pull out all the stops for the changing of the seasons thanks to a genial past few months (give or, uh, take haha) . As the cold weather starts to warm and the snow drifts thaw and melt away, new life is already growing. It’s the signal that the locals need to prepare for the planting season of their gardens and crops as well as prepare for the magical cleansing meant to bring in good luck and positive magical energies.
Planting gardens and planning for vegetables and herbs of all kinds has a special twist to it, or this wouldn’t be Somnius. It’s a group effort, and not a soul will be allowed to skip participation. So long as the grumpiest plant at least one seed, their participation counts. But it all must be done with flower crowns made by locals and dreamers alike. The locals are happy to teach Dreamers how to weave the crowns together and dust in little bits of magic to make them glow pleasantly once perched atop someone’s head.
Just… one little thing? These flower crowns will enhance emotions, or feelings just a little or a lot. It all depends upon the flower the crown is made of.
Flower Choices
- Amaryllis: The wearer becomes extremely boastful and confident, even when (or perhaps, especially when) they have nothing to show for it.
- Bittersweet: Good luck lying until the crown is removed! The dreamer will feel compelled not only to speak, but to speak only the brutal and honest truth.
- Columbine: The world just became 500% funnier. That random Gelfling sneeze? Adorable and hilarious. The way that Goblin’s hair looks? Absolutely hysterical. The dreamer will be unable to stop giggling until the effects wear off.
- Fennel: It’s time to show your appreciation for everyone. The dreamer wearing this will feel extremely complimentary, and will not hesitate to tell anybody the things they like about them.
- Rose: Love is in the air, but… have you… always felt this way about your friend, or is something strange happening? The dreamer who wears this crown will find themselves absolutely enamored with the next person they meet.
- Tansy: Everything just seems to be striking a nerve with you today. The dreamer will find themselves gripped with an intense bout of anger, and they won’t hesitate to show it. Better tell that Gelfling that just bumped into you who you really are.
Only after you have a flower crown can you then participate in the real labor of spring: planting. Hoeing, watering, fertilizing, it’s all hard work but it’ll be worth it by the time everything starts to grow. Food tastes better when you grow it yourself. Try not to play around too much, but a little horsing around never hurt anyone.

It’s not only the fields and flower gardens that need tending to with the turn of the seasons, and the locals are making a party of it. The morning hours are reserved for changing out of “seasonal” decorations and other tidying, while the afternoon and evening hours are reserved for celebration and commerce.
Holly and pine wreaths and garlands are taken down, animals are finally let out from their cozy barns to graze on the new shoots of grass peeking from the chilled soil, homes are being aired out and well traveled roads need to be reblessed. Everyone seems to be doing their part in some way, but it’s still a lot of work to be done by the time things are in full swing for spring! Those dreamers who live to clean will really be living this month. Just make sure to sweep OUT the bad energy. Never in.
The locals encourage (and some even insist) that the ones they share space with pick up a broom, shovel or just get their hands dirty and start working. Animals need feeding and tending to and barn hands are in high demand! Whether it be chickens, ducks, cows, or sheep, the animals need their feed and also need their spaces to be cleaned, too. No one said this was glamorous work, but hey! Maybe you’ll manage to come away with some animal products from a particularly grateful farmer.
Salting the roads not only helps keep still receding ice from being as slick but it also brings in good luck and good energies. Be careful to spread the salt given out through the streets, but don’t spill any in the dirt or where things grow. Salted earth or plants will doom Dreamers with bad luck if they make this grave mistake! The effect will last for a week or so, so it’s best avoided.
When the warmest part of the day hits, that’s when the working gloves come off. The centermost part of town has been turned into a festival area complete with a may pole, potluck pot the size of a small boulder the size of a large boulder, tables of roasted food, and a variety of drinks. There are also a few games, including cheese rolling in which dreamers can either roll cheese or be turned into cheese to be rolled (maybe that’s just a joke? Hmm). Lively music played by one of the least terrible most popular goblin bands fills the air.
Contributing to the potluck pot will give participants a little joyful boost, there’s a little more pep in their step, a little less fatigue from working all day, and some may find that their dirtied clothes are woven into clean, springy attire for the celebration that lasts well into the night to wear at the Night Bazaar.

cw: spiders
Coming along with the other festivities is a convention of sorts, for all things magical! Witches and all kinds of magical practitioners are here to show off their skills and sell their wares to anyone interested - locals and Dreamers alike. Take a look around, there might be something that catches your eye that a hag or so will be willing to part with…for a decent price.. Be warned though, not every witch and warlock at this bazaar are totally honest. Phonies will try to peddle basic goods and magical objects for far more than they’re worth. Keep your wits about you, Dreamers, otherwise not only will you lose your shards and come away with nothing but junk, but you may find some items that are more trouble than they’re worth.
Just a FEW of the Booths...
Fortune Telling: A hag that is DEFINITELY not three kobolds in a trenchcoat is offering fortune telling services (tarot, palm reading, crystal ball, etc. Go nuts). Dreamers get their fortunes told! Can be about love, luck, other stuff.
Brooms: Want to take a ride on a broomstick? Well, look no further! A dandy young witch is offering (insert pun about brooms/horse here) rides for anyone looking for a fun time soaring through the moonlight! Pay a fee and get a ride for you and maybe another person, if they’re bold enough to hang on tight… The moon is looking lovely tonight, so why not take a spin over the treetops? Just don’t try and go too far - these cleaning utensils are magicked to fly back to their “pens” after a certain amount of time. Also if you crash it, you cash it. So don’t.
Brews and Tonics: That shifty-looking wizard there is offering up “brews” for an outrageous price, so clearly they must be potent, right? He seems very eager for people to try and even offers up a couple of sample sippers. Looking for teeth whitening? He’s got that. A growth potion for you shortstacks? Obviously, it’s right here. Can’t get senpai to notice you? Well, he’s got a brew that’ll make them never take their eyes off you! And with a smile as wide and toothy as his, surely nothing will go wrong, right? [[Note: They will ALL go wrong. How, is up to the player!]]
Familiar Petting Zoo: Careful, some of them do bite, but that’s only the more exotic ones. Black cats of all shapes and sizes, corvids that will tell you to shove it if you ask them about Lenore, and toads that may or may not have hypnotic powers if you stare into their unblinking eyes a little too long - all manner of fun and interesting creatures are here to pet and play with for a small fee. Just do try not to poke and prod at them too much, will you? They only have a meager amount of fortitude and tend to, ahem…combust if under enough pressure. But not into flames! Goodness, what do you take us for?! No, Dreamers will find that once a familiar combusts, their hands and clothes will be stained with a glow-in-the-dark “secretion” that might cause them to sparkle under the moonlight. ....It also attracts spiders. En masse.
Welcome to the labyrinthum TDM! Characters will arrive depowered and with only their clothing, and will be given a satchel with a crystal pendant, a communication device, some water and bread and a magic potion. If they drink the potion, they will manifest an elemental, healing or animal transformation ability.
With the exception of Castle Vaeros, characters are free to go as they please, so feel free to place them in any of the locations available on the map. Yes, this includes the Labyrinth - though characters will not be able to clear the maze.
You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.
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[Is Aubrey a natural farmhand? No. Is she getting a little carried away trying to round up the critters, sweeping and scrubbing and corralling them out of the way? Somehow, yes. Just feels good to be doing something, getting work done. Being useful, even.
[Danger is inevitable, however. Wouldn’t be a normal day in Somnius without some sort of annoyance. Word of mouth is a certain spitfire is running amok. Aubrey doesn’t recognize the goat on sight, having been told merely that she’d know it when she saw it, but… what’s it staring at?]
[A stick is thrown. Aubrey turns to its source.]
Hey! [To the guy, not the goat.] Aren’t you supposed to be herding the animals?
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He smiles. Pretends to be sheepish. Look embarrassed. Harmless. A breathless, calm laugh follows from his perch on the hot roof.]
I think 'Danger' has other plans. Seems the creature was appropriately named. Perhaps he'll herd himself back to the barn when he gets hungry enough.
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[She’s hardly an expert at reading people, and takes his sheepishness at face value. At the mention of the goat’s name, the fuzzy fiend has her attention again anyway.] Oh, there you are!
[Half-noting the food comment, Aubrey fixes her rolled-up sleeves. Their voices have not deterred Danger whatsoever. Not a huge surprise; reportedly, he’s stubborn. So she rounds the shed, grabs a shovel, and points its blunted handle towards the goat.]
Hey. Quit herding the human.
[She prods the goat.]
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But Danger is unyielding. It's dealt with enough people to know its place in the hierarchy. It looks like he's going to use his round two to attack this girl instead.
Which might give him an opening to leave this muddy hell. If she wants to become a target, he'll take the opportunity to leave.]
Please be careful. I would hate to see him attack you as well. He's quite strong.
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[Aubrey half expects the goat to charge as soon as she makes contact; that he doesn’t, well, part of the playbook. Right? Except Danger’s beady little eyes flick over to her, and for a fleeting moment she knows what it feels like to be a prey animal.
[Roof-guy has a warning, though, and pride gives that split-second fear a solid headbutt.] Psh. He’s a goat. I can handle—
[Hubris is real and he hits like a truck. Aubrey doubles over in the mud, OHKO’d.]
[She’ll be down for a hot second, but Danger’s never content to bring just one person to ruin. Even if Akechi escapes the roof, a devil in motion stays in motion. Good luck!]
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This doesn't bode well for either of them because while he had -zero faith in this girl's goat prowess, he did take the distraction as an opportunity to scurry down and-
It must be reincarnation and divine punishment - both strike at once in the form of two horns that force him back into the mud, grime and muck a familiar taste on his lips.
He misses the city.]
It seems we're outmatched. [This is exhausting and he sounds it.] Perhaps if we both try to run in opposite directions, it might confuse it.
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[Okay, this? Now this is personal. As soon as she can catch her breath, Aubrey grabs the shovel. The metal part is facing out.
[She’s up just in time to see the would-be escapee back in the mud. He has a suggestion, but Aubrey’s holding the shovel like a battering ram, and she’s not gonna get caught off-guard again.]
Confuse him? Hell no. [Actually, maybe better not to skewer the fiend. Not taking her glare off the goat, Aubrey fixes her grip so she’s ready to swing if necessary.]
He likes you, right? [Good bait, in other words. Although Aubrey’s doing a great job at putting herself back in Danger’s spotlight.] We’re gonna run this guy back in the pen where he belongs.
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'Like' may be a strong word for our relationship.
[Danger wants him dead - that Akechi is sure of.
But she's armed at the ready, poised for a battle against the creature to push it back into the den and he can't stand on the sidelines over it. It's a requirement of his image, a portrayal he needs to upkeep and-
He hates this goat.
Danger is semi-distracted by the girl and the flicker of metal catching in the light. It gives him an opportunity to push himself back up from the mud, a gross amount of filth under his nails catches his eye. Gross.]
But very well - get ready to close him in.
[Because he's running towards the pen in question!! Come get him you stupid animal!!]
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[It’s a foolproof idea. Danger’s mortal human nemesis makes a break for it, and the goat chases his original target, and Aubrey shuts the gate and figures out how to free her impromptu volunteer after the fact!]
[The goat does not chase his original target.]
You little—!
[Aubrey makes a false charge, as if she’s about to attack.
[Danger isn’t fooled.
[She lunges for real—so does goat.
[Enjoy this flagrant display of Hubris 2: Aubrey swings the shovel down at the last second, Danger slams into it, and she’s flung sidelong into the mud like a jouster knocked off-horse. But don’t applaud for a triquel just yet—Danger once more doesn’t stop. Now he’s headed for the pen, or wherever the original target may have fled!]
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A sight alright. It's definitely an image that will haunt his brain for years at the absurdity of it. He has to be dreaming. This can't be a reality he's found himself into.
This idea is stupid - confirmed by her flailing, muddy body in the ground and-
Danger is on him again. Akechi knows the outcome by now, but his head start gives him an opportunity to get closer to the pen. Get right to the edge before Danger's one functioning braincell recognizes a trap.
He stops - huffing and full of goat rage, right at the edge of the pen's gate. Bright side, Akechi is safe inside of it. On the other-]
It seems Danger is smarter than we gave him credit for. Any ideas?
[She's more of the farmhand here.]
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[Sometimes there’s a fine line between stubborn and stupid, and no one ever said Aubrey isn’t stubborn. Third time has to be the charm, as they say. But they also have sayings about trying the same thing and expecting different results…
[She’s grumbling as she hauls herself back up, but Danger is too full of goat rage to notice her for now. Ideas, ideas… Problems she can’t brute-force her way through are so flippin’ annoying. Prodding doesn’t work, fighting back sure as hell doesn’t work, baiting almost works…]
Why’s he like you so much, anyway? [Ignoring that “like” is a strong word.] Did you provoke him first or something?
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[What's in this pen? Hay??? Goat pellets? He starts rummaging through old feed trawls to find something that might tempt a spite filled animal. Gross. His gloves are going to need a bleach wash - he shakes some residual mucky water off them.]
That's a joke, of course. I don't have the faintest idea. It may be as simple as entering his territory unprompted. I'm afraid I don't know much about farm animals.
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[For a moment Aubrey can’t tell if the “past life” comment is a joke. Not the first person she’s heard alluding to that sort of thing here.... Irrelevant for now, though. She’s neither farmhand nor philosopher, but a raging goat being territorial sounds about right.]
[Still. Danger seems to have resumed the staredown, hellbent on dealing with glove guy first. Aubrey has only caught the goat’s interest with her own provocations, and even then it’s only to get her out of the way. Which, ow, the ego, but maybe they can use that…]
Maybe you gotta taunt ’im. [She picks up the now-mud-slathered shovel and waves the handle in Akechi’s direction, offering a toss over the gate. The motion earns a side-eye from Danger; she ignores it.] Stare Danger in the eye and show him who’s boss!
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In fact, no.
The smile on his face doesn't falter - not for one second, but he is rapidly flipping through every single scenario that gets him out of this pen. Screw this goat. He doesn't care.
But he can't figure out a scenario that gets him out of here and allows him to save face.
He hates it here. ]
I suppose...it's worth a shot.
[Hesitant, he raises his hands to accept the ridiculous shovel shield.]
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[They’ll both be picking at mud for weeks, at this rate. Normally Aubrey’s a tad more image-conscious than this, but far as she’s concerned, there is no face to save. It is not a blip on her radar.]
[Without a word, the shovel gets tossed Akechi’s way. Give it your best shot, bait boy! And if it works, Aubrey will have that gate shut before Danger can blink.]
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Stares at Danger. Sure does. A look of exasperation crosses his face instead of aggression. The eye contact an instant failure. Now the stupid creature doesn't want to do anything? It locks eyes with him in a display of dominance. It wins. Akechi isn't even trying. This is too pathetic.
In a hail mary effort to end this nightmare, he digs a little muck out of the ground and toss it at the goat's face - an action that does enrage it. It charges into the pen and Akechi tries, and fails, to block the little shit with the shovel.
Down he goes again. His whole back slathered in dirt and bits of hay.]
Please shut it.
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[Wow. Does this guy have an aggressive bone in his body? That is categorically not what Aubrey threw him the shovel for—though to his slight credit, she never considered flinging mud instead. Guess that does it.]
[She swings the gate shut, in time if less hastily than anticipated. At least it locks. Kind of an anticlimax, in her opinion, but she’ll save the gloating for once they’re both out.]
Can you jump the fence? [Demonstrating, Aubrey hups herself up a rung. It’s pretty high, as would be necessary to contain Danger, but can still be climbed up with some effort. Climbed, not jumped, but, details.] Or am I gonna have to hop in and toss you over?
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[Once he gets to the fence. A problem that looks more daunting the longer he lays splayed in the middle of a goat pen. Caged animals are the most dangerous and he's sure Danger will live up to that idiom.
He waits a minute - the goat distracted by its homey surroundings and maybe the temptation of food in a trawl. It doesn't matter because the second Akechi has an opportunity, he bolts to the fence.
Danger follows. Chases. Unrelenting in his pursuit, but-
Akechi finally gains a small win. The creature's head slams into barrier and not his kneecaps, which are just above his stupid goat head. He's tempted to kick him on 'accident' and-
Doesn't because his fingers might lose their tenuous grip on the rungs, as muck soaked as he is.]
Finally. This was quite the harrowing ordeal.
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[Yeah, never would’ve guessed he could climb, but Aubrey steps back and lets bait boy make his escape. She nearly jumps when Danger slams into the fence—never mind, no gloating—but! Look who’s finally free!]
You ain’t kidding. But hey, congrats on escaping hell. [Okay, maybe some gloating: when Danger’s back is turned, Aubrey flips him off.] That part of it, anyway.
[Are they done? Can their job be done yet? There might be showers or at least a sprinkler somewhere around here, but Aubrey’s about ready to take a dip in the ocean, clothes and all. Gross.] You’re probably sore. Wanna bail?
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Thankfully, this girl acts on his mind's impulse and flips off the creature. An action he couldn't do without harm to his image. Something he wants to do with ever fiber of his being.
Wanna bail? is music to ears. Yes, he wants to go. Forever. This farm is a nightmare and he's meant for city life only. He's never coming out here again. ]
Yes, preferably to the closest shower and laundromat.
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[Laundromat? Oh, buddy.
[Aubrey whistles, wryly amused. She’s doing pretty swell for only taking a couple hits to the gut; oh, there will be bruises, but she subjects herself to sword-spars every day at dawn. Her instructor doesn’t go easy and she likes it that way. This is nothing.]
Look, I’ll be honest with you. If there are showers around here, I haven’t seen them. I can hose you down, though. [Only half joking. She crosses her hands behind muddy hair, fixing her bow in an act of futility.] Or there’s an ocean down the cliff from here. Your call.
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Akechi had been under the assumption he was missing a public bath somewhere. A being that whisks everyone from alternate universes and worlds, who can't even muster up a common shower area?
Either way, he doesn't want her to hose him down. That sounds degrading at best.
With a small push up, he starts to fumble his way down the other side of the fence. Danger is ignoring them and content doing whatever goat shit it should've been doing hours ago. It makes it simple to scurry down.]
The ocean, please.
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[Maybe there is a farmer’s common shower somewhere around here; Aubrey hasn’t been bothered to look for it. Head-to-toe mud wasn’t exactly on the agenda.
[She half-offers a hand as bait-no-longer boy scrambles down, but he seems to manage fine on his own. With that, Aubrey gives him a small nod of acknowledgment, and starts headed northwest.]
How’d you get roped into this, anyway? [Some small talk over her shoulder.] No offense, but you don’t strike me as a farm guy.
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[And never again!! He peels the disgusting gloves from his hands, shoving them into a pocket that squishes when he balls them in. What an absolute nightmare!]
They simply asked for my assistance and I obliged. It seems no one else wanted to deal with Danger so I thought I could help.
[A small, quiet laugh. Forced embarrassment. Pretend.]
On the other hand, you seemed quite adept at dealing with the situation. If not for you, I would've been stuck there for some time.
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[Oh, bait boy’s a city boy. Not that Aubrey can judge, exactly; Faraway Town’s suburbs are closer to the city than any farm. And yet:]
You gotta have the guts for it. [She shrugs, as if to dismiss the compliment, but she’s totally taking it. And buying his embarrassment gig.] Establish dominance or whatever.
I mean, it’s good to help out and all. [Aubrey missed that he had gloves, under all that filth. She points loosely towards the pocket squish.] You just got way in over your head.
But, [throwing him a bone, she thinks, and jabbing just as much;] risk-taking is a good start.
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