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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I can see the inconvenience, but... It is a rather fine thing, and that seems quite rare in this odd little town. Are you certain you wish to destroy it?
[ Look, even if it sucks, you gotta be about #aesthetic ]
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I mean, yeah, I'm pretty certain. If I could just take it off, I would, but apparently that isn't an option for some stupid reason.
[She tilts her head slightly, though.]
Does it really matter how well made it is if all you can do while you're wearing it is try not to fall over? Seems pretty useless to me.
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[ How disappointing... Though ultimately, not technically his problem, he supposes. He can recommend manners and poise, since it's what he truly prefers, but it's hardly as if he's going to assert himself enough to push the issue. Which is why he reaches into his own tailcoat's jacket, and pulls out a knife.
Not like, a normal knife, though. It's styled like cutlery, but if she has sharp eyes, she'll notice that the blade of it is considerably sharper. It's beyond even a steak knife's sharpness. But it also definitely looks like a fine knife you'd put on a fancy dinner table, so that's just as easily overlooked. ]
But if you insist, you may use this. Do be careful with the blade, though. It is quite sharp.
[ And actually... ]
If you prefer, I can also assist you in cutting it away.
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As soon as he's given her that offer, though...]
Nah. I'd rather do it myself, if that's cool.
[After another moment, she holds her hand out for the knife.]
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[ He deftly flips the blade in his hand so that he's offering it to her by the hilt instead, as is polite. Though a thought does occur to him, so as she's likely hacking away at her dress, he asks: ]
...Forgive me, but if it is not any trouble to you, may I keep the fabric? Considering how derelict this places seems to be, it occurs to me that it may come in hand to craft something.
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Her progress is halted when he speaks, though, as she looks up at him.]
...Yeah, I guess so. I mean, it's not going to be in the best shape after this, but go for it. What do you think you're going to use it for?