Prompt 1:
 t happens in a flash. One second you're wandering the Town, living your casual, day-to-day life, and the next? You're suddenly face to face with a sweet fairy godmother. She's beautiful, and kind, and warm-hearted, tutting at you gently and encouraging you to just "answer a few questions for me, dearie".
If you don't, she'll just keep following you around, so maybe you should just get it over with...?
The questions she asks, are, well... a little personal. Have you ever killed someone? Have you ever had sex? Have you ever been jealous of someone else? Have you ever stolen? Have you ever been unkind?
The questions go on and on in that vein, growing increasingly unfair, until there's one you just can't answer -- and then she sighs, shaking her head, and declares you "not pure of heart at all". And then she'll cast a curse on you, before disappearing in a poof of nothingness.
The curse can do any of the following things:
1. Force you to only speak the truth, no matter how you try.
2. Make your powers run amuck, no matter how competent you are with them otherwise.
3. Just generally remove your inhibitions, so that you'll do things you'd normally be convinced are a bad idea.
Of course, if you're totally pure of heart and can answer everything yes a la Disney princesses, you won't get cursed at all. She'll pat you on the head before disappearing, you lucky duck, you.
Prompt 2:
t comes upon you like an absolutely ridiculous urge, one that's surely the Town's doing -- one moment you're walking, the next, the moment you see someone else, you feel the urge to intensely, fiercely engage in an insults battle.
This can take the form of flowery Shakespearean insults, or a rap battle, or who knows what else -- all your character knows is that they desperately have to win this battle of insults with this total stranger. Get to it!
Prompt 3:
 he quest sits proudly and clearly on the quest post on the forum. It seems simple, too:
Quest 87
Beautify the Kraken
Requirements: Any two colors.
Surely you can manage that much! So off to the harbor you go to find a kraken. That's actually the easy part; the kraken will emerge to anyone wading into the woods.
The much harder part is...beautifying it. Good luck trying to put some lipstick on it as it tries to drag you down into the depths! How much eyeshadow would a kraken even need? Do you even have any make-up on you from this desolated Town?
Prompt 4:
here's something weird about the Town today. It's foggy, and dark, and gloomy, which is a far cry from the typical summer warmth... and oddly silent too, as if the fog is muffling all sound. It gets quieter the closer you get to the well, too... and it feels like something is watching you.
Which is because, quiet simply, something is. It's a small, white porcelain doll, without a face. It just appears wherever you walk, staring you down as you go. It won't move while you're watching it, but as soon as you turn around...
It's suddenly right there next to you.
It doesn't actually want to hurt you. It's just there, following you, constantly... how obnoxious, this isn't a horror film!
Extra:
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katrielle layton; layton mystery detective agency
(if there's one thing kat can handle, it's the wildly bizarre. an old lady straight out of a fairy tale book suddenly appearing before her? yeah, she'll just roll with the punches on this one. kat gives a cheery "sure!", figuring if a sweet old lady like this needs some answers, it can't possibly be all that bad. but the second she begins asking questions, kat's smile fades quickly. so much for seemingly harmless, but kat decides to shut this questioning down now.) You know, you haven't told me why you're asking these questions. Especially since you're beginning to get awfully personal. They seem like questions designed to get you to look down on people, and isn't that rather condescending of you?
(without any hesitation at all, the fairy godmother clicks her tongue, deeming kat "absolutely not pure of heart". which BUH-SCUSE HER? she is extremely pure of heart! she's a goddamn princess! her face contorts to a pout, taking a step towards the godmother as if to start an argument.) What do you mean--
(it's over in a flash, a wave of her wand and a "poof" before the woman is no longer in front of kat. there's nothing but frustration on her face as she stews in anger over the fairy godmother's CLEARLY WRONG assumption of her. and having been freshly cursed with a lack of inhibitions (not like she ever really had them that often), she storms over to the nearest passerby who happened to witness this attack on her character.) Can you believe her? Who said she could go around deciding who is and isn't pure of heart? What makes her so capable of judging everyone?
(kraken makeover)
(this request practically has kat's name written all over it. makeovers are fun, for sure, but a kraken? an actual monster for her to see? the idea has her eyes absolutely shining in delight, shoving as many makeup products into a bag as she can and heading out fearlessly for the forest. there's a skip in her step, a delightful him as she excitedly searches the forest for the beast.
it doesn't take long for it to appear before kat, all menacing and feral. yet kat still stands there, almost gleeful to see a real, live monster. in her excitement, kat has essentially forgotten her original reason for coming here, far more interested in the idea of getting an up close and personal look at a real kraken.) I can't believe it! It's a really kraken! A real one!
(kat is not a fighter, however, or skilled enough in any way to handle taking on a kraken. much less beautifying it. if she's not careful, and she isn't, she'll get seriously hurt unless some poor sap comes around to aide her.)
(definitely cursed doll)
(for as much as kat can seem air-headed and careless, she's more than aware of the odd atmosphere surrounding the town. the dense fog is odd enough being what's supposed to be a beautiful summer, but the silence in the town is downright eerie. as though everything that says "summer" has been sucked clear out of the town, replaced by a depressing, gloomy fog that only serves to unsettle and disturb residents.
it's when a doll begins following kat that things get downright creepy. she's seen enough horror movies to understand how this works. that doll will no doubt try to rip her face off and wear it, or curse her to reside inside it while the soul in the doll inhabits kat's body instead. there's a whole plethora of tropes surrounding the doll, so kat opts for getting a second opinion. she grabs the arm of the person nearest her, in a hushed (but slightly exuberant?) whisper, she points to the doll behind with.) So, would you say that doll is cursed? Or perhaps possessed? Or maybe something else? Do you think I'll get to meet a ghost?
pretend i remember anything at all about this canon; also this is for the godmother prompt ok
Now, now. If, as you say, she has no authority to judge you, then there's no reason to pay her judgment any mind.
[ A gentle spark of enthusiasm brightens his voice as he continues: ]
What you can mind instead is this puzzle you've reminded me of. Would you like to hear it?
u come into my house like this
(THAT'S RIGHT, BOBA, SHE FUCKING CALLS HIM PAPA, ISN'T THAT ADORABLE. her face falls into a pout for a brief few moments, still stewing a little over how unbelievably rude a supposed fairy godmother was.) Well, that still doesn't make it okay to just go around being so rude.
(but katrielle layton is a simple soul, one who will immediately divert all attention to either food or puzzles with little to no thought for the world around her. u raised her well for the brief time u were with her, hershel. she claps her hands together in excitement, eyes sparkling as she awaits a puzzle.) It's been ages since I've had one of your puzzles, papa! I'd love one!
poops on ur carpet
Anyway there is something more important here, and that is puzzles. Honestly he accepted her the microsecond she said yes to puzzles ]
Splendid. Now then...
Four well-known criminals are placed before a judge to share their testimonies. She says to them, "Sirs, you are all lying out your ears!" The bailiff smiles and says, "Your Honor, I happen to know that one of these men always tells the truth." The judge demands of the criminals, "What do you have to say in your defense?"
The criminals give the following statements:
Alfred: "Only one of us is lying."
Benjamin: "No, I tell you, just two of us are lying."
Charles: "Look here, three of us are lying."
Darcy: "No, not true! Four of us are telling the truth."
Which one is telling the truth?
kicks u out on the street
kat assumes her usual contemplative position, chin tucked between her index and thumb as she goes over the puzzle in her head. it's nothing more difficult than the puzzles she so often grew up with, but it's been so long for her since hershel has given a puzzle, she wants to enjoy it. to truly take her time with it, and give him a proper response.
but she also knows her father well enough that a catch is often included in puzzles, so she has to be sure to cover all possible angles and know how much outside the box thinking should be done.) Is only one of the criminals telling the truth?
crawls back in, gets mud on ur sofa
Why, Katrielle. Are you accusing me of a porous narrative?
[ Because if she is... she'd be onto something. His smile widens slightly as he says this, which is a hint in itself.
In truth, it's a flawed puzzle. He would never serve a layman, so to speak, with a fuzzy puzzle (a fuzzle, one might say, ha ha), but once a puzzle-solver reaches a certain level of proficiency, the construction of the puzzle itself becomes its own puzzle for the solver. A puzzle within a puzzle. Ah, the puzzle world can be so wonderfully deep. Kat would know this better than most. ]
To answer your question, I will have to refrain from answering your question. It would give entirely too much away.
[ There's an obvious answer, and then there's an exploitative answer. Neither is wrong, but he's curious to see if she'll suss the latter out. ]
chips off crusty week old mud, throws back out
she simply gives hershel a knowing smile, well aware of how he formats his puzzles to be clever and far more difficult than he lets on.) I'm only saying, I know how your puzzles tend to work, papa. Don't think I've forgotten all those times you tricked me when I was little.
(okay, so he didn't "trick" her, exactly, just put more critical thinking than a 6 year old was capable of into a puzzle. she did eventually see the pattern and understand them better. after a couple of years.
but kat continues her thought process, realizing that hershel actually refusing to answer gives her quite a lot of knowledge about the puzzle, after all. giving too much away would mean that yes, more than one criminal is telling the truth...
or none of them are. because her father would absolutely answer honestly! thinking back, considering how the judge very clearly stated they were all liars... well, it stands to reason that none of them would tell the truth. they're criminals!) Well, it would have to be the judge, wouldn't it? She already stated that all the criminals are liars, and the bailiff declaring one of them is telling the truth is just another lie. So it's the judge, yes?