Twelve Days of Whazzitmas
Dec 14, 2017 6:37:09 GMT -5
Post by PIF on Dec 14, 2017 6:37:09 GMT -5
Welcome one and all to our celebration of the 12 days of Whazzitmas!
Every day you can come and post here in-character to claim the special prize!
Please be aware that the magic of this calendar is such that the prize changes daily, so post with haste and post before the EST clock turns to midnight. Simply include the date and time in your reply, and don't forget to claim any shinies properly!
EST Clock Link!
On the first day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
In everyone's homes, dens, huts, rented out inn-rooms, and even some snowy bases of tree trunks, everyone would awake to find a surprise! By their beds (or wherever the inhabitants of Whazzit has slept), would be a stocking! Each stocking would be have some fun little items, like candy canes; some socks; candy; coal bubble-gum; and ooh, something shiny. It was a bag of gold chocolate coins! Oh wait, no, those weren't chocolate coins (even though we all love chocolate coins). That was five bpsp! Let the 12 days of Whazzitmas, begin!
On the second day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar sent to me…
Toe-booted whers – wait. What? Is that a wher, sitting patiently on your stoop when you awaken? It sure is, no matter how strongly it resembles something more canine. It's wearing a harness and booties on its toes (it's cold out), and a massively oversized glittery bow atop its head. The harness has a nice tag with your name on it, too, so...the little guy or gal is definitely meant for you. The little one certainly isn't your average wher; it's too gangly and lean, it has markings like a dog of some sort, and it doesn't have any wings! But don't worry: those booties on its little toes will get it up into the air, whenever it needs to. Or wants to cause chaos. Or at random. Good luck with that? Saint Keehar knows why you deserve this gift. Whenever you decide to approach, the little wher-pup will drop a knife for you, safe at your feet. It's a nice knife. Very sharp. It probably won't leave you alone until you use it, and share some of that blood you've got going.
Redeem a common wher!
Watch-wher Rank Name -- Your Name
EDIT/PSA-We realize that there is a Whers bonding happening right now and that some of you might want that Wher with your character's name to come from that bonding. Because of this, you are more than welcome to claim an egg from this bonding instead of a hatched Wher and have your character to bond to that shiny at a future date (we'd request that you do this IC, though). You DO need to know the name and rank of the Wher that you claim for Whazzitmas, though! Can also feel free to just rp it out as if it's happening after the Wher bonding and give your Wher a different name! :)
On the third day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
Oui, French wolves! When you wake up, it'll be hard to miss the puppy curled up right beside your head. When it got there isn't exactly clear, but there it is, wearing a bow around its neck, and a sleepy canine expression of confusion. Maybe it doesn't know why it's there either. When asked, the pup will absolutely respond -- and exactly how well you know French might determine how much of the explanation you understand. Yes, it seems that in addition to the mother tongue of drow, this fuzzy little pup speaks that old terran favorite. Whenever you decide to get out of bed, there are also three slippers at the foot of your bed; two for you, one for your Ikal'daka to chew on? They're shaped like little hens, complete with ridiculous feathers. Why do the slippers babble in French when you walk? The world may never know. At least the puppy seems to like theirs.
Redeem a common Ikal'daka!
Ikal'daka Rank Gender Name -- Yourname
To give you a full 24 hours to claim your Ikal'daka, you can post until noon EST tomorrow, Sunday, the 17th!
On the fourth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
On this softly snowing Sunday, a strange thing would occur. Fireplaces were appearing out of nowhere, in all buildings (if they didn't already have one), and some where even following Whazzitians outside whevere they went, if they didn't have a home of their own! It was an odd sight indeed, though the fireplaces were always on with a gently roaring fire, and decorated pretilly with wreaths and stockings hung. Then, at 6pm on the dot, hundreds of peppermint candies would flood the homes- and sleeping places, Saint Keehar doesn't judge- of all Whazzitians. Hope everyone likes peppermint!
On the fifth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me…
Five golden bees! Oh no! They're in your pajamas! ...just kidding. There is a very, very large jar of honey settled on a horizontal surface somewhere in your home, though, with a tiny little bow on top. Settled around the jar are a small army of little figures – and when you come within a few feet of them? All of their little eyes turn towards you. Tiny dragons, pegasi, a variety of interesting mythical creatures, all just kind of peeking at you with their little glass eyes. It should be weird, but they're cute? They're really, really cute. And very realistic, with tiny feathers and little tiny voices that roar and snarl. The figurines only seem to come to life during the daytime, though, and tuck themselves into bed when the sun(s) go down. The honey is delicious, too. Sometimes it turns you into a bee for a few hours, but it's delicious. The figurines also seem to have an interesting habit of bringing home little coins and trinkets: today, five golden coins labeled “BPSP”, whatever that means.
On the sixth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
Nothing happens in the hours of dawn. Nothing still throughout the day, even until the lights of twilight were gathering at the edges of the sky. Right before it gets too dark, there's a knock on the door. Alright, what now. Carefully placed in a basket, wrapped in blankets is an egg. It is medium in size, dashed with any sort of color or pattern or lack of either. What could possibly be in this egg? It's not too heavy, not too light, could be carried around quite reasonably...but it was impossible to tell what exactly was in it. And how soon it would hatch.
Introducing the January event a little bit early! Post at least 20 times anywhere IC (bondings, out of bondings, chases even, etc.) so long as the egg is mentioned at some point, by January 31st to hatch a surprise! 30 posts will get you something extra. Note that the egg will be hatching January 31st even if you finish the event early! You'll see why. ;) The eggs will return in January, the only advantage of claiming the egg now is getting an extra two weeks to get all your posts in!
On the seventh day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
There weren't any swimming swans greeting Whazzitians when they woke up that morning, but it was sort of close. They'd be awoken by tapping on their door, and when they eventually decided to step outside, they'd see a strange sight indeed! An Arathlial was waiting for them, but they were completely made of ice! They were still completely functioning Arathli, which was good. They'd also inform you that they could make mini snow clouds, which was pretty cool! We do suggest wearing warm pants if you ever decide to hitch a ride with them, however...
Redeem a common Arathlial!
Arathlial Rank Name -- Your Name
Icelial
A special mutation for Whazzitmas '17, these Arathlial are made completely of ice! They still bear the colors of whichever rank they are, but have no feathers! They also have the special ability of making mini snow clouds!
On the eighth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar sent to me…
Eight biddies dancing? Ah. What a lovely troupe, traveling door-to-door! All positively ancient for their respective species, all bearing cookies, all dancing like their lives depend on it. Will you be pulled into the conga line? If you are, the end of it bears some interesting fruit! The conga line eventually moves into the snowy wastes, where you're nigh-buried in an avalanche of scarves and blankets. Whenever you make your way out of the pile, the old ladies are gone, but the knitting is not. Firmly affixed to your person is a whole suite of winter gear, knitted warmly out of whatever warm material isn't bad on your allergies. Curiously, the scarves-hat-sweater-socks-gloves set seems to be on you whenever you need it, whether you brought it with you or not. It also might be in your favorite colors. Or it might be completely awful. Seems like a mixed bag, there, but at least it's warm? When you get back home, though, there's a new shiny awaiting you, similarly bundled up in winter gear. Hmmm.
Give us your top three favorite non-Big-Three shinies, and we will randomize a species and Common rank for you. If you'd like just the species and rank that's fine, if you'd like that place a fade we can do that, if you'd like all of that plus an entire description written by someone on the staff, that's fine too. Please state your preference in the post. :)
On the Ninth Day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
You better be careful when you step out of bed this morning! On the floor is a small bag of three milk-flavored marshmallows. They're fluffy, light, and will stay fluffy and light for a pretty long time thanks to a little bit of PIF-magic. If any shiny (or person) were to eat one of these marshmallows, they might feel a bit of a sugar high...until they start shrinking down until they're just a baby again! This affect will last for a few hours. If they eat all three though...well, maybe the baby effects will last longer...possibly so long that a shiny might find themselves young indefinitely!
Mutation! Any shiny that eats all three marshmallows can exist as a baby of their species forever! If you'd prefer to have these effects be temporary, that's fine too! But only ONE shiny can keep the effects permanently. This is a voucher for a notable mutation, and can be archived over at the mutations thread after you claim it here!
On the tenth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
It was so close to the big day! Whazzitians were mostly prepped and ready for Saint Keehar's grand arrival. Trees were up and decoratered, stockings were hung- this year supplied by SK himself!- and some even had lights up! Everyone would be in a good and cheerful mood that day, no matter what it had in store for them, as if a blanket of cheerfulness had enveloped the Weyrd. While everyone was crawling into bed that night, they'd discover a surprising little friend! All curled up and nice and cozy were little firelizards, clutching a note with each Whazzitians name on it. But everyone would notice that these flitts weren't all that normal; flitts didn't usually have fur, did they?
Redeem a common firelizard!
Firelizard Rank Name -- Your name
Furlizards
A special mutation for Whazzitmas '17, furlizards have soft fur instead of hide! They still take on the colors and characteristics of the normal ranks. They also have the ability to breathe frost, a breathe so chilly that it'll frost things over and even have icicles form!
On the eleventh day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me…
Giant flamma leaping! You didn't need to sleep past dawn, did you? Good, because there's a knock at your door, or whatever you have in place of a door, and there they are! Your newest friend, in all of their glowing glory. And boy, is there a lot of it. Since when did flamma look like reindeer? This one does. The half-grown fawn is fitted with a too-large harness covered in jingle bells, mistletoe strung between its antlers, and more holiday cheer than you can shake a stick at. Thankfully for your new mutant flamma, it's several times as large as other flamma, because it has a reverence for Saint Keehar that's entirely unbecoming of a flamma. They might want to kill it dead, but it'll just be too big, once it gets out of this awkward, adorably leggy baby stage. It also probably isn't quite as shiny as it ought to be, a little more deer-colored and less glowy than the average flamma. Its nose, though? That is full-force luminescent. Red, also. What other color did you think it would be.
Redeem a common flamma!
Flamma Rank Gender* Name -- Your Name
On the twelfth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
After almost a dozen days of shenanigans, Keehar had to be running out by now. Surely? As you rummage through your things, the things that were broken, the things that were ruined, there is...a tree. In the middle of your bedroom. It could be literally any tree, from a pine to a palm to a teeny sappling, Tarzi knew what, but this tree was decked out with lights and candles and just looked festive. But under that tree was a box, a big box or possibly a small one, wrapped in ribbons, colorful paper, tied rather poorly together because there were holes poked all along the box. Breathing holes. Looks like there'd be one last friend joining your family before the holidays were done...
Redeem one shiny that is worth 2PSP! Merry Whazzitmas!
Species Rank Gender (if applicable) Name -- Yourname
Every day you can come and post here in-character to claim the special prize!
Please be aware that the magic of this calendar is such that the prize changes daily, so post with haste and post before the EST clock turns to midnight. Simply include the date and time in your reply, and don't forget to claim any shinies properly!
EST Clock Link!
On the first day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
In everyone's homes, dens, huts, rented out inn-rooms, and even some snowy bases of tree trunks, everyone would awake to find a surprise! By their beds (or wherever the inhabitants of Whazzit has slept), would be a stocking! Each stocking would be have some fun little items, like candy canes; some socks; candy; coal bubble-gum; and ooh, something shiny. It was a bag of gold chocolate coins! Oh wait, no, those weren't chocolate coins (even though we all love chocolate coins). That was five bpsp! Let the 12 days of Whazzitmas, begin!
On the second day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar sent to me…
Toe-booted whers – wait. What? Is that a wher, sitting patiently on your stoop when you awaken? It sure is, no matter how strongly it resembles something more canine. It's wearing a harness and booties on its toes (it's cold out), and a massively oversized glittery bow atop its head. The harness has a nice tag with your name on it, too, so...the little guy or gal is definitely meant for you. The little one certainly isn't your average wher; it's too gangly and lean, it has markings like a dog of some sort, and it doesn't have any wings! But don't worry: those booties on its little toes will get it up into the air, whenever it needs to. Or wants to cause chaos. Or at random. Good luck with that? Saint Keehar knows why you deserve this gift. Whenever you decide to approach, the little wher-pup will drop a knife for you, safe at your feet. It's a nice knife. Very sharp. It probably won't leave you alone until you use it, and share some of that blood you've got going.
Redeem a common wher!
Watch-wher Rank Name -- Your Name
EDIT/PSA-We realize that there is a Whers bonding happening right now and that some of you might want that Wher with your character's name to come from that bonding. Because of this, you are more than welcome to claim an egg from this bonding instead of a hatched Wher and have your character to bond to that shiny at a future date (we'd request that you do this IC, though). You DO need to know the name and rank of the Wher that you claim for Whazzitmas, though! Can also feel free to just rp it out as if it's happening after the Wher bonding and give your Wher a different name! :)
On the third day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
Oui, French wolves! When you wake up, it'll be hard to miss the puppy curled up right beside your head. When it got there isn't exactly clear, but there it is, wearing a bow around its neck, and a sleepy canine expression of confusion. Maybe it doesn't know why it's there either. When asked, the pup will absolutely respond -- and exactly how well you know French might determine how much of the explanation you understand. Yes, it seems that in addition to the mother tongue of drow, this fuzzy little pup speaks that old terran favorite. Whenever you decide to get out of bed, there are also three slippers at the foot of your bed; two for you, one for your Ikal'daka to chew on? They're shaped like little hens, complete with ridiculous feathers. Why do the slippers babble in French when you walk? The world may never know. At least the puppy seems to like theirs.
Redeem a common Ikal'daka!
Ikal'daka Rank Gender Name -- Yourname
To give you a full 24 hours to claim your Ikal'daka, you can post until noon EST tomorrow, Sunday, the 17th!
On the fourth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
On this softly snowing Sunday, a strange thing would occur. Fireplaces were appearing out of nowhere, in all buildings (if they didn't already have one), and some where even following Whazzitians outside whevere they went, if they didn't have a home of their own! It was an odd sight indeed, though the fireplaces were always on with a gently roaring fire, and decorated pretilly with wreaths and stockings hung. Then, at 6pm on the dot, hundreds of peppermint candies would flood the homes- and sleeping places, Saint Keehar doesn't judge- of all Whazzitians. Hope everyone likes peppermint!
On the fifth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me…
Five golden bees! Oh no! They're in your pajamas! ...just kidding. There is a very, very large jar of honey settled on a horizontal surface somewhere in your home, though, with a tiny little bow on top. Settled around the jar are a small army of little figures – and when you come within a few feet of them? All of their little eyes turn towards you. Tiny dragons, pegasi, a variety of interesting mythical creatures, all just kind of peeking at you with their little glass eyes. It should be weird, but they're cute? They're really, really cute. And very realistic, with tiny feathers and little tiny voices that roar and snarl. The figurines only seem to come to life during the daytime, though, and tuck themselves into bed when the sun(s) go down. The honey is delicious, too. Sometimes it turns you into a bee for a few hours, but it's delicious. The figurines also seem to have an interesting habit of bringing home little coins and trinkets: today, five golden coins labeled “BPSP”, whatever that means.
On the sixth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
Nothing happens in the hours of dawn. Nothing still throughout the day, even until the lights of twilight were gathering at the edges of the sky. Right before it gets too dark, there's a knock on the door. Alright, what now. Carefully placed in a basket, wrapped in blankets is an egg. It is medium in size, dashed with any sort of color or pattern or lack of either. What could possibly be in this egg? It's not too heavy, not too light, could be carried around quite reasonably...but it was impossible to tell what exactly was in it. And how soon it would hatch.
Introducing the January event a little bit early! Post at least 20 times anywhere IC (bondings, out of bondings, chases even, etc.) so long as the egg is mentioned at some point, by January 31st to hatch a surprise! 30 posts will get you something extra. Note that the egg will be hatching January 31st even if you finish the event early! You'll see why. ;) The eggs will return in January, the only advantage of claiming the egg now is getting an extra two weeks to get all your posts in!
On the seventh day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
There weren't any swimming swans greeting Whazzitians when they woke up that morning, but it was sort of close. They'd be awoken by tapping on their door, and when they eventually decided to step outside, they'd see a strange sight indeed! An Arathlial was waiting for them, but they were completely made of ice! They were still completely functioning Arathli, which was good. They'd also inform you that they could make mini snow clouds, which was pretty cool! We do suggest wearing warm pants if you ever decide to hitch a ride with them, however...
Redeem a common Arathlial!
Arathlial Rank Name -- Your Name
Icelial
A special mutation for Whazzitmas '17, these Arathlial are made completely of ice! They still bear the colors of whichever rank they are, but have no feathers! They also have the special ability of making mini snow clouds!
On the eighth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar sent to me…
Eight biddies dancing? Ah. What a lovely troupe, traveling door-to-door! All positively ancient for their respective species, all bearing cookies, all dancing like their lives depend on it. Will you be pulled into the conga line? If you are, the end of it bears some interesting fruit! The conga line eventually moves into the snowy wastes, where you're nigh-buried in an avalanche of scarves and blankets. Whenever you make your way out of the pile, the old ladies are gone, but the knitting is not. Firmly affixed to your person is a whole suite of winter gear, knitted warmly out of whatever warm material isn't bad on your allergies. Curiously, the scarves-hat-sweater-socks-gloves set seems to be on you whenever you need it, whether you brought it with you or not. It also might be in your favorite colors. Or it might be completely awful. Seems like a mixed bag, there, but at least it's warm? When you get back home, though, there's a new shiny awaiting you, similarly bundled up in winter gear. Hmmm.
Give us your top three favorite non-Big-Three shinies, and we will randomize a species and Common rank for you. If you'd like just the species and rank that's fine, if you'd like that place a fade we can do that, if you'd like all of that plus an entire description written by someone on the staff, that's fine too. Please state your preference in the post. :)
On the Ninth Day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
You better be careful when you step out of bed this morning! On the floor is a small bag of three milk-flavored marshmallows. They're fluffy, light, and will stay fluffy and light for a pretty long time thanks to a little bit of PIF-magic. If any shiny (or person) were to eat one of these marshmallows, they might feel a bit of a sugar high...until they start shrinking down until they're just a baby again! This affect will last for a few hours. If they eat all three though...well, maybe the baby effects will last longer...possibly so long that a shiny might find themselves young indefinitely!
Mutation! Any shiny that eats all three marshmallows can exist as a baby of their species forever! If you'd prefer to have these effects be temporary, that's fine too! But only ONE shiny can keep the effects permanently. This is a voucher for a notable mutation, and can be archived over at the mutations thread after you claim it here!
On the tenth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
It was so close to the big day! Whazzitians were mostly prepped and ready for Saint Keehar's grand arrival. Trees were up and decoratered, stockings were hung- this year supplied by SK himself!- and some even had lights up! Everyone would be in a good and cheerful mood that day, no matter what it had in store for them, as if a blanket of cheerfulness had enveloped the Weyrd. While everyone was crawling into bed that night, they'd discover a surprising little friend! All curled up and nice and cozy were little firelizards, clutching a note with each Whazzitians name on it. But everyone would notice that these flitts weren't all that normal; flitts didn't usually have fur, did they?
Redeem a common firelizard!
Firelizard Rank Name -- Your name
Furlizards
A special mutation for Whazzitmas '17, furlizards have soft fur instead of hide! They still take on the colors and characteristics of the normal ranks. They also have the ability to breathe frost, a breathe so chilly that it'll frost things over and even have icicles form!
On the eleventh day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me…
Giant flamma leaping! You didn't need to sleep past dawn, did you? Good, because there's a knock at your door, or whatever you have in place of a door, and there they are! Your newest friend, in all of their glowing glory. And boy, is there a lot of it. Since when did flamma look like reindeer? This one does. The half-grown fawn is fitted with a too-large harness covered in jingle bells, mistletoe strung between its antlers, and more holiday cheer than you can shake a stick at. Thankfully for your new mutant flamma, it's several times as large as other flamma, because it has a reverence for Saint Keehar that's entirely unbecoming of a flamma. They might want to kill it dead, but it'll just be too big, once it gets out of this awkward, adorably leggy baby stage. It also probably isn't quite as shiny as it ought to be, a little more deer-colored and less glowy than the average flamma. Its nose, though? That is full-force luminescent. Red, also. What other color did you think it would be.
Redeem a common flamma!
Flamma Rank Gender* Name -- Your Name
On the twelfth day of Whazzitmas, Saint Keehar gave to me...
After almost a dozen days of shenanigans, Keehar had to be running out by now. Surely? As you rummage through your things, the things that were broken, the things that were ruined, there is...a tree. In the middle of your bedroom. It could be literally any tree, from a pine to a palm to a teeny sappling, Tarzi knew what, but this tree was decked out with lights and candles and just looked festive. But under that tree was a box, a big box or possibly a small one, wrapped in ribbons, colorful paper, tied rather poorly together because there were holes poked all along the box. Breathing holes. Looks like there'd be one last friend joining your family before the holidays were done...
Redeem one shiny that is worth 2PSP! Merry Whazzitmas!
Species Rank Gender (if applicable) Name -- Yourname