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The wisps clock out and leave their posts early this afternoon to celebrate today's festivities: Peter Pan's birthday! Some of the wisps hand out invitation cards to the islanders, but one drops a stack in [V1]'s lap to outsource the work. The 'paper' is transparent, with a magical holographic sheen to it. It reads: BIRTHDAY - DAVID AND BUSTER - DEADWOODS - 5PM

( A normal party! )

Whatever lingering oppressive aura that has hung around the Well now feels like it's finally dissipated.

The thick metal plate and the spikes driven into the Well's stones still remain. The memorial to the young woman is gone, and creeping vines with magical glowing blooms have taken its place. They sprawl across the surface of the metal plate.

Once a day, starting from June 4th, characters can attempt to remove the plate or otherwise try to interact with the Well. Mod responses might be slow, depending on availability, so please be patient! We'll try to say something along the lines of "Nothing happens" if nothing happens.

Please put the date of your character's attempt in the subject header. This event will run until secret conditions are met in order to free the Well. The Well is freed!

Beautiful summer blooms have sprung up overnight, dotting the entire island and forming a floral trail toward the southern beach. Where the dispersed polaroids once littered the ground, magical flowers have bloomed in their place and they glow softly as the sun begins to set.

( The service begins just before sundown. )

FRIDAY THE 13TH
There’s a strange sense of dread that accompanies the thick fog that rolls in from the north, covering the island and obscuring the sun. Everything appears bleak, in unnatural shades of gray. The clocktowers are the only obvious structures in color.

It's clearly magical in nature, but no danger senses ping and nobody can get a good reading on what, exactly, the fog is or what its deal is; it's as if it's nullifying powers that might be used against it.

There’s a ticking sound, tick tick tick, that can be heard across the island. It starts slow and builds over a tense 11 minutes. At 11:11AM, the clocktowers in Goosetown and Octoberville both let out one eerie, drawn out chime. Then, suddenly, all speakers on the island crackle to life and a slowed down, distorted version of “I’m Your Puppet” by James and Bobby Purify plays over them.

Meanwhile, polaroids fall over the island from the dreary sky. Multiples of the same ones, with only Tale names written on their labels. They’re photographs of every current islander’s Tale… but from their past life, with a frown drawn over their lips, their eyes scribbled out, and tears drawn on their cheeks. (With the exception of Peter and Jack, who have photos of themselves from their time on the island but with scribbled on smiles— congratulations on living, boys!)

When the song ends, the rain of photos stops but the eerie fog is here to stay until 11:11PM, when it dissipates and all color is returned.

( Your Past Life & You )

As the sun begins to set, it becomes apparent where all the wisps have gone. Peter's treehouse and its branches glow gold with their light, bright in the fog. The rope bridge leading up to it, that had been recently repaired, has been cut again and hangs limply off the cliffside. There's no obvious way to access the island without flying or climbing.

To the attuned, the aura of melancholy that surrounds this place is overwhelming. There's very little movement and very little sound coming from the treehouse itself; only the rush of a waterfall and the rain beating down.