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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We cats rarely pick flowers. An easy task for you, a difficult task for us.
[As sarcastic as ever. But Mogget is also as curious as ever, which is why, after languidly stretching in the sun, he slowly slinks closer to the flowers.]
But this is a trap, you say? Are you certain? [He tilts his head to the side, taking a moment to consider this strange boy before leaning forward to sniff a flower.] They smell innocent enough to me. Rather bland, actually.
[He's a Liar.]
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His eyes watch the cat move from relaxing to the flowers, and he frowns at the taunting questioning.] Anything given to us by this town or by the forest beside it is going to be a trap.
You, for example. How do I know you're not something the town conjured? Wanting me to pick the enigmatic flowers, how convenient.
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And do the creations of this town usually wake up in the bottom of the well, trapped between two panicking humans? One would think we'd receive more preferential treatment. [He sits, curling his tail around himself as he yawns.] Pick an enigmatic flower, boy, or continue to stare at them. It makes no difference to me.
[Really, though, pick a damn flower. He wants to KNOW.]
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[Paying no mind to the cat, Damian approaches more into the field, careful of the flowers around his feet and legs. Slowly, he begins to unravel the cloth belt around his middle, and he starts wrapping it around and around one hand.
Finally, he squats, peering over one of the flowers beside Mogget.] Great.
Asphodelus. You really are trying to get us in trouble, cat. [He cuts a look at Mogget out of the corner of his eyes.] Does that mean you're the keeper of the Underworld or something? Sitting in a field full of Asphodelus?
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[Mogget all but hisses this without thinking, because really, mystery human, don't make him think about his... extended family. Rude!!!
Aaaand as soon realizes what, exactly, he just said, he narrows his eyes, tail flicking against the ground in an incredibly frustrated manner. Is he annoyed at Damian, or is he annoyed at himself? Or is it... both? It's definitely both, but what's done is done; at least he manages to suppress a sigh before (petulantly) continuing—]
She did enjoy flowers... or was it something else? It's been so long; I can't remember the finer details. [He shrugs, a most un-cat-like gesture.] But I sense nothing of her in these, nor do I believe these are the creations of a necromancer. This is nothing but a field of exceptionally ugly flowers. A good place to take a nap, before you came stomping into view.
[Like he wasn't lying here, just waiting for someone to walk by. Mogget, please.]
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Actually, he loves this cat(?) very much. Of course he would.] A good place for a trap from the town. You really shouldn't be sleeping in them. [It's fine. He has his hand wrapped. This'll be fine.] They could release harmful pollen or toxins. As far as I know, Asphodelus isn't poisonous to cats, but you still shouldn't take any chances here.
[With the wrapped hand, he reaches out to grab the stem of one of the flowers and pluck it as carefully as possible, splitting the stem in half rather than yanking it all out of the ground. And...
...it's not fine.
Apparently, the flower doesn't exactly give a shit about skin contact. Picking it activates the rather vividly broadcasted memory. It's not as nice as it could have been. Typically, he's doing the dying. There's only one person who has truly died on him that could be considered a friend: his father.
The scene sucks them in like a vortex, and then throws them both out through his eyes. It's a funeral, but not a big one surprisingly. The acrid smell of land jutting from the edge of a bustling city, the manicured grass beneath his feet--familiar. The few faces--familiar. A hole with a casket, a butler, and a gravestone. There's not any crying, but there's also not a dry eye between the lot of them.
In thick, formal letters, the engravement says: BRUCE WAYNE
Without warning, the memory kicks them out as roughly as it pulled them in. Damian's sprawled back on the ground, hand flowerless, eyes wide. He gasps once, short, but as if he's been holding his breath beneath water for years.]
NO!
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Anyway, though: In response to that sage advice, Mogget simply makes a noise that almost sounds like a laugh? It's half hack, half guffaw, honestly, because oh, the concern is touching. He's moved! But before he can properly express his gratitude, Damian reaches out to pick a flower and things turn... strange.
Strange is interesting! It's very interesting indeed, given the lack of his familiar brands of magic, and Mogget makes sure to pay close attention to this brief vision. He's been around long enough to know there's a body in that box, and he isn't terribly shocked when the show ends and the theatrics begins. Humans! It's always something, he thinks, padding a quick lap around the boy to make sure that everything seems to be in working order. No whiff of Free Magic; no tethers leading into Death; no hint of Death at all, even though the vision was obviously centered around a dead person. Curious.]
Someone you know, I take it? Well, [he muses, reaching out to none-too-gently prod Damian's hand,] I suppose it's someone you knew.
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Hm, maybe he really is just thirteen years old.] I know him. [Because if he's anything, it's stubborn, and he isn't going to so casually accept his father's one-time almost full death.]
He's here... [He runs his hand back through his hair to organize it, then he glances at the cat.] My father.