Prompt 1:
 t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone.
The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well.
If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way.
Prompt 2:
 ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here.
Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems.
You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing.
Prompt 3:
e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it.
(Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!)
She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear.
Prompt 4:
 ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town...
And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours --
And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing.
And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful!
Extra:
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[ why is she like this ]
A man who runs at the first sign of commitment isn’t a man I’d like to have children with anyway.
[ nevermind the fact that it’s not reim’s commitment he’s running from, she’s just having fun. ]
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[Please, he might just dissolve on the spot.]
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[ what kind of marriage is this ]
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I— you know, I don't think two wrongs make a right, in this particular circumstance.
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[ actually maybe not, but again, she loves to goof around—in reality, she’d probably strike down any vampire who decided to betray their morals. ]
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Anyway, the Shock of proposed adultery has knocked him back to his senses for the most part, but this isn't the first time he's been vaguely menaced-slash-flirted with by an intimidating pretty girl, somehow, so. He's taking it in stride as much as he can.]
I'm the last person to look towards for a walk on the "wild side," as it were... Er. [god that sounds stupid, nice one]
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sierra’s expression softens, something a little kinder though no less genuinely amused by this whole thing. he reminds her of someone—a favorite toy of hers, but still someone regarded fondly. ]
Out of curiosity, has that pickup line worked on anyone? The one about children.
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Believe it or not, I don't pick up anyone very often. [A beat; ah, wait, he hears now that that makes him sound like he's just a loser, and not a loser who isn't actually putting in the effort—] I don't- do this frequently. Ever, actually.
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[ sierra doesn’t seem all that mad about being asked such invasive questions, which is honestly better for everyone. four kids, three years apart, the two of them married within the next five years… honestly a sweet deal. ]
I’m sure you’ll find an equally lovely, but unmarried, maiden who isn’t as liable to kill you as I am.
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[He's. So resigned. All women who'll flirt with him are incredibly dangerous, this is apparently fact. In the canon of his life, this is it.
He clears his throat and shrugs, then, not looking at her directly. He's not going to tell a married woman she's good-looking, so untoward...!! But he's also fairly transparent.]
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Haha, are you still interested after all that? Maybe you can help me out.
[ she moves a little closer then—maybe too close, reaching out to touch his cheek so that she can guide his flustered face toward her. hello………… ]
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If you want to kill me, let me first tell you the four reasons you shouldn't kill me, starting with the first: I'm much less helpful when I'm dead—
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[ would she? can she actually? who knows! she’s having a great time. ]
Next?
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Number two: you haven't killed me so far, despite having plenty of time to do so. [can you believe this is the second time he's said this exact thing to someone? what a life.] So there must be something worthwhile about letting me live.
[Haha. Please??]
Number three: I haven't done anything to deserve it...!
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[ she could almost make him give her reason number four, but that seems like pushing the joke too far. instead, with that little laugh, she pats his cheek. ]
Do you really think I’d kill you, boy?
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You could say I have some eccentric acquaintances that make it advisable to believe anything...
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[ she smiles at him. ]
I’ll do you a favor and let you be my blood-boy, since I’m afraid we can’t follow that fantasy of yours without your morals getting in the way. How does that sound?
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Reim needs to think about this, a process that involves taking off his glasses and taking out a handkerchief to clean them, aggressively. He's really going at it...]
Well, to tell you the truth, it sounds terrifying. Is this a matter of life or death...? [ah] For you, not for me.