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Cursed Night Market
Welcome
You’re not sure how you got here, but you don’t seem to mind. You feel a pervasive sense of calm with regard to your environment. You have entered what appears to be a night market. Perhaps the concept is familiar to you, or perhaps it isn’t. Colorful stalls, glowing with lantern light, line the path before you. You know what you need to do to return to where you came from. Investigate the various stalls - buy and sell what you have, until you’re able to purchase a path back. The merchants will take any currency that you have on hand. If you don’t have any, you will find some coins of an ambiguous nature in your pocket.
Rare Items
The first stall that you encounter boasts that you can buy and sell rare items. After trading a coin, the merchant hands you something - insists you take it. You don’t recognize the item, but the person behind you does. It is something extremely dear to them. If they check their person, they will find the item missing. If you attempt to return the item to them, you will find that you are unable to. Helpfully, the merchant offers that the person the item belongs to must tell the buyer a story about the item before it can be returned.
Fortunes
The second stall you encounter claims to buy and sell fortunes. Trading a coin, the merchant will relay to you a fortune, but, as you listen, you realize that it isn’t your fortune at all. With a cackle, the merchant explains that you must deliver the fortune with the person behind you. Neither of you can leave the booth until you have revealed to them their future.
Memories
The third stall you encounter claims to buy and sell memories. You can choose to sell the merchant a memory you would like to forget, or you can ask to buy someone else’s memory. Selling your memory will transfer it to the person behind you. In return, you will gain one of their memories. Buying a random memory will instead cause you to forget one of the people most important to you. In some instances, you might feel a great urgency to find someone, although you don't know who it is.
Dreams
The fourth stall you encounter claims to buy and sell dreams. Trading a coin at this stall will cause you and the person behind you to be transported into a shared dream. The dream may be about the highest point in your life or the lowest. It may also be about a close friend, there or gone. It may reveal your greatest desire or your greatest insecurity. Or any number of other things!
OOC notes
Suggestions on prompts: if you’re going to write one where someone will be seeing/receiving something from your character, it’s helpful to describe it in detail in the brackets in your TL. I know some of these prompts are probably a little confusing, but, I mean…it’s roleplay. Just fuck around. No one’s gonna police how you do things here.
Please feel free to top-level, tag in, and share this meme wherever you’d like - it is open to anyone. The four stalls mentioned are prompt suggestions, but you can go crazy and have any stall do basically anything you want. Please see/use subject line CWs. This musebox doesn’t have a dedicated rule list because it’s just for my personal shit, but please be kind, follow standard RP rules - just be nice! Do the right thing! If you have any questions, hit me up here.
code by Flyleaf ❖ inspired by event code by 10billionghosts ❖ background via unsplash
Basil | OMORI
(ooc: Slapdash info in journal. Let me know if you’re ok with endgame spoilers; I’ll default to a pre-end canonpoint otherwise.)
rare items, precious memories
[Basil’s hands wring as he stands behind you, and you are given a very precious book. He watches it intensely, and when the vendor reveals the stipulation, some tension cracks with a small, shaky sigh.]
Ah, that’s easy… I-if you look inside, you can pick a story for me to tell you!
[Within are polaroids upon polaroids, captions written in green ink alongside each. It might be good, happy fun—or, alternatively, an ominous black. If you open to the latter version, several pictures are missing.
[Either way, Basil appears none the wiser.]
fortunes, (un)fortunately
[This time, Basil’s in front of you. Whether the fortune he received was promising or ominous, tragic or hopeful, he turns back to you with a small, possibly-forced smile.]
Are… you ready to hear it…?
[He’s not much for bearing bad news.]
memories…
[Basil’s not standing in line for this one. Instead, when the merchant is occupied, the boy claws through what he assumes is the memory box, full of pictures from all sorts of places. He’s paying no attention to his surroundings whatsoever; the search is feverish. Is he looking for someone…?]
wildcard?
(Toss me anything without preamble! Pull Basil into your dream. Swap line placement wherever. Give him another memory; it’s okay, he can probably take another. Or maybe you just find him wandering about like a drowned stray.
(I also play a bunch of other disaster people, who I’m not topleveling for now; see members of this community for a full lineup. Feel free to request whoever may strike your interest. Happy to whip up custom starters, for Basil or anyone else~)
fortunes : ) select the ending of your choice
[Why does Basil have to be the one to tell him? Then again, who else would be more fitting? Surely, their fates are intertwined. Maybe Basil's fortune is the same as Sunny's. It would only make sense.
[His hands nervously wring at the hem of his vest. He doesn't want to speak - doesn't even want to nod, but he has to. He forces his head up and down like it's on a rusted hinge.
[Please. Just...get it over with.]
EVIL
[There is no one more important to smile for than Sunny—and somehow, in this night away from night, Basil manages. His stomach twists anyway.]
W-well… [They can’t leave the booth until the fortune is shared, the merchant said. Back home, they were rooms away.] It’s not… really surprising....
It said… bad things will happen tonight, but you knew that, right? [It’s about his grandmother. It has to be.] S-so it’s not much of a fortune....
whenever they thread together it's like "use the highly nervous icons"
[He was worried in the living room, and then...here.
[Now, it's all but confirmed - "bad things" with no name, but, yes, they'll happen "tonight". Sunny looks paler than normal - afraid. His hands continue to wring. Part of him wants to take Basil's, but he feels he shouldn't...]
Kn-knew...what? What...bad things?
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[Oh. Did Sunny not know? Basil would’ve thought Polly said it, but maybe it got lost in the shuffle, or Sunny missed it.... Kel can be loud, after all, and it was Aubrey’s idea to stay the night. It’s all muffled, to Basil. He hasn’t resurfaced.
[He can’t tell Sunny that he was grieving. It’s not fair. No matter where Sunny goes, Basil can’t add to his burden....]
The fortune… didn’t say. [His smile is sheepish as it is nervous, nervous, nervous, pinched together like the knuckles of his fingers. Basil’s not lying. He’s not....] I think… we shouldn’t, um… [Is the vendor listening? He lowers his voice;] …pay attention, to things like that.
[It’s a clear night outside.]
It… isn’t important, out here. [They’re still in the booth. Basil forces the corners of his mouth up.] Nothing bad has to happen…
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[...but, they can't go. They're still here. Basil isn't telling the truth, and Sunny hasn't noticed himself gripping his own chest as he watches his friend's lips lie.
[Everything is not okay...]
There...has...to be more...
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Th– There really doesn’t! [Ha. Hahahaha. Basil tries to muster a laugh; it looks more like a grimace. Sunny can’t be leaving, and want to talk about it now. Basil even tried, before he learned. Not now, hours away from…]
We can just… stay here. You, and me. [And it will be okay. He doesn’t dare reach for Sunny’s hand, but his own pry and tangle, bony fingers twisting, untwisting, perfect little knots…
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[No, they can't stay here - at this booth where they can't walk away? What in the Hell is Basil talking about? None of this is okay! Sunny winces, his own knuckles turning bone white with their grip on his vest.]
We...can't...
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[Sunny winces. Basil can make it better....]
We can. [It’s okay. He’d reach out, but he can’t untangle his own hands. Not yet…] Y-you don’t… want to go out there, do you…?
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I...[Sunny's mouth hangs open. He closes it.
["Bad things will happen tonight."]
N-no...but...
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[Sunny reaches first, and that’s all the push Basil needs. The gordian mass of his own anxious hands frays at once, and he grabs for Sunny’s other sleeve, mirroring. It’s tight.]
But what, Sunny…? [Basil’s mouth is still pulled back, tense. His next words are hissed, hushed. He thinks he’s going to cry.] There’s nowhere else for us, is there?
jesus christ these two idiots will die here while armin stands behind them in line
[Still. Still. He hangs his head, shifting his eyes away, chewing on his lip. He doesn't do much with freedom, but he still doesn't like the feeling of being trapped; it won't go away once they can leave the booth.]
Maybe...maybe... [He repeats the word, softer and softer each time, until it stops making sound; then...] We could go...we could...r-run...
[His heart races. It's too terrifying, to free. They couldn't. It would never work, but they aren't in Faraway, so...so, maybe...]
B-ba...sil...
don’t tempt them—
[Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe…]
[They could run. They could leave. Leave everything behind—like they were going to anyway, weren’t they? One way or another.
[Something in Basil’s gut lurches.]
Th… that’s right, Sunny. [He tries to take a step; can’t. Ignores it, ignores it, ignores it—] We can run… j-just you and me....
[There’s an ugly tap behind them, the vendor’s nails on the table. The future must be revealed, the vendor says, or maybe that’s Basil’s head; either way, surely Sunny hears it, too....
[Basil gulps.]
That’s… all there is to it....
I literally hate them lmao I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH
gag
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we can fade out here as agreed lmao
the obligatory crosscanon vendor:
fortunes
Anyways, have one goat monster. )
Uh -- howdy! Do you mean my fortune? ( Is there some reason why he's so nervous? There's no such thing as a future that he can't try to change, anyways. Knowing would be for the better. )
Sure, heehee. Let's hear it.
it has been ages since I revisited Undertale… hello goat son
[Oh, a goat kid! How cute....
Well, um… [His fortune was a little mysterious, but that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be heard that way, especially if Basil recalls it with a soft smile.] …it said, someday, you’ll be reborn… and you’ll change your world forever.
[He doesn’t mention a small part in-between: You’ll see your best friend, in the after. Basil doesn’t much like the sound of it.]
it's okay!!
Gosh, it's pretty specific, huh? What do you think it means?
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[That pause makes Basil nervous, nervous, nervous. Maybe he said too much. No one can know his story quite like him....
[But the smile returns. It’s okay.]
I think it means… you’ll have a lot on your shoulders, in the future. But you can do great things with it! [Right? It’s not Basil’s fortune.] And you’ll have a chance to make sure of that… maybe lots of chances.
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I'm not really sure if I'd be the one who can change things for the better, but... t-that's okay. ( His new friend is far more suited to that than he is. ) Gosh, thank you for the nice fortune.
Did you get to see yours?
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[Ah… not much optimism, from someone who seemed so cheery at first. Basil would love to make it better, but the feeling lingers that he’s said too much as-is....
[He shakes his head.]
I didn’t realize I would get yours… but that’s okay. I don’t need to know mine that badly.
[He almost thought the boy’s was his. But Basil won’t be reborn; he’s going straight to Hell.]
I think we can leave now, if you want… there’s lots of stalls here to try.
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Oh! Did you want to come with me...?
( His expression perks up a bit, but then he looks a bit sheepish. He can't help it. He doesn't get to meet anyone new very often. )
But, don't you need to know your own fortune, too?
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[Really, why was Basil in the fortune booth? To nail the coffin, before he lost the nerve?
[Just as sheepish, he shakes his head again; hands, too.] O-oh, no, there’s really no need. I think we’ve got more than enough from this booth as-is…!
[But not everything has been said. They won’t be allowed to leave yet. The vendor eyes this exchange in silence, and Basil suppresses a shiver.
[He won’t test it first.]
But, um, I don’t want to impose. We can… st-stay together, if you’re okay with that…?
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He's never met a human so nervous before... Even if Chara could be a little distant, they'd seem pretty confident, too. )
Golly, you don't have to worry. It's can be a little scary being in a place like this alone. I'd be happy to have the company.
And, maybe if we stick together long enough, we can become friends, too.
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[There’s a softer, more genuine smile at that last statement. Basil hasn’t had a friend in a long time. He’s not sure he can believe it’s possible anymore, but it’s an offer he can’t take for granted....]
Ah… that’s very kind of you. [Fingers laced tightly together until now loosen. They don’t release completely, but he hasn’t seen a familiar face here yet. Maybe it’ll be okay.] My name’s Basil. What’s yours?
[Nails thrum on the fortune table behind him. Basil tries to ignore it.]
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It's Asriel. It's nice to meet you.
( They may not have a chance to leave if they don't get a fortune for Basil. )
... Do you want me to get your fortune for you? It can be scary when someone else might know your future, but... you don't have to read it alone.
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