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Test Drive Meme #4: Season of Ripening
TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to the Royal Decree Test Drive Meme!
If you're new here – hi, hello, welcome! This is your chance to give your potential character a little test run and see how they might fit into the world of Rosavelle. You can find all the relevant info over on our Navigation Page, so take a peek if you need to get caught up on the setting, rules, or just want to gnaw on the worldbuilding a bit.
This TDM is non-canon to the game overall, but feel free to treat individual threads or CR as canon between characters if everyone involved agrees. We've included some prompts and locations below to help spark ideas, but as always, feel free to go off-script and go ham!
The shift in weather Ripening brings to Rosavelle is impossible to ignore. The air grows heavy and thick with humidity that clings to basically everything and unlike the passing showers of earlier seasons, rain now arrives in frequent and stormy bursts - sudden downpours that sweep through the streets and canals with little warning, soaking everything in their path. It rarely rains without pause, but clear skies offer little relief. As the weeks pass, the rising heat turns each shower into lingering mugginess, leaving the whole island feeling stifling. Hope you enjoy being overhheated and damp all the time!!!
It's not all doom and gloom, thankfully. True to the season’s name, fruits begin to swell and sweeten on their branches, with the first harvests ready by midseason - a sure sign that Ripening is well underway.
By now you've likely found your footing in the ebb and flow of island life and you know how things go around here: when someone needs a little warmth, a little effort, or a little magic, the people of Rosavelle come together - and that includes you!
If you're new here – hi, hello, welcome! This is your chance to give your potential character a little test run and see how they might fit into the world of Rosavelle. You can find all the relevant info over on our Navigation Page, so take a peek if you need to get caught up on the setting, rules, or just want to gnaw on the worldbuilding a bit.
This TDM is non-canon to the game overall, but feel free to treat individual threads or CR as canon between characters if everyone involved agrees. We've included some prompts and locations below to help spark ideas, but as always, feel free to go off-script and go ham!
The shift in weather Ripening brings to Rosavelle is impossible to ignore. The air grows heavy and thick with humidity that clings to basically everything and unlike the passing showers of earlier seasons, rain now arrives in frequent and stormy bursts - sudden downpours that sweep through the streets and canals with little warning, soaking everything in their path. It rarely rains without pause, but clear skies offer little relief. As the weeks pass, the rising heat turns each shower into lingering mugginess, leaving the whole island feeling stifling. Hope you enjoy being overhheated and damp all the time!!!
It's not all doom and gloom, thankfully. True to the season’s name, fruits begin to swell and sweeten on their branches, with the first harvests ready by midseason - a sure sign that Ripening is well underway.
By now you've likely found your footing in the ebb and flow of island life and you know how things go around here: when someone needs a little warmth, a little effort, or a little magic, the people of Rosavelle come together - and that includes you!
PROMPTS
Honey Downpour
- The beekeepers of Primavain are in a panic: the relentless rain has driven their hives into overproduction and now thick, golden honey is starting to pour from the combs in a tremendous waste of hard work and delicious treats! The bees themselves are docile (if a bit reluctant to exit their homes), but the situation is rapidly getting out of hand. Volunteers are needed to help harvest excess honey, redirect curious crowds and maybe convince a few stubborn bees to relocate. Or, if you're less helpful, you could always sample a bit… purely for quality control purposes, of course.
The Drip-Drop Duel
- Somewhere in the Castle Grounds, an extremely niche and equally petty disagreement has escalated. Two scholars, both convinced they have perfected the superior rain-deflection Bloomcraft, have taken to demonstrating their work in increasingly dramatic fashion. And now there’s a localized "dueling" ground where rain refuses to fall normally, instead redirecting itself in arcs, spirals, or suspiciously targeted torrents. Spectators are gathering, bets are being placed, and volunteers are being roped in to test the limits of each spell. Step in to assist, sabotage, or simply survive the increasingly creative ways water is being weaponized.
Puddle Predictions
- Something odd is happening in the streets of Bellvine Hill: certain rain puddles have started reflecting things that aren't actually there. A clear sky where there should be clouds, a stranger standing just behind you when you’re quite certain you’re alone or fleeting glimpses of moments that haven’t happened yet but will do in just a few moments. Naturally, this has drawn a crowd. Some are treating it like a game, trying to find the strangest reflections, while others are attempting to interpret what they see. Pair up to compare visions, test which puddles are the most reliable (if any) or dare each other to act on what you glimpse. It’s probably harmless. Probably.
Runoff Relay
- With the heavy rains feeding into the canals, the water flow through Marelys has picked up speed, carrying with it all sorts of debris from upriver-driftwood, stray fishing gear, and the occasional very confused fish. The dockhands have organized a cooperative effort to intercept anything useful before it's swept out to sea, forming a chain of volunteers along the canal's edge to catch, grab, and pass things along. It's efficient! It's practical! It's also turned into a slightly competitive relay, with different teams trying to outdo each other in speed and quantity. The victor doesn't seem to get anything more than bragging rights, but isn't that what competition is really about at the end of the day?
Canal Critter Convoy
- The rising waters have displaced more than just goods - small canal creatures have started turning up in all the wrong places. Tiny fish in fountains, curious crustaceans in market stalls and at least one very indignant waterbird refusing to vacate a bakery doorway. A coordinated effort is underway to gently relocate these wayward critters back to their proper habitats. You can help catch and carry them, guide them along flooded pathways, or simply keep them calm (easier said than done) until more help arrives.
Leaky Greenhouse Blues
- The Everbloom's Greenhouse is not supposed to leak. It is, in fact, famously not supposed to leak. And yet, with the relentless rains of Ripening bearing down on the glasswork overhead, a series of suspicious drips have begun appearing in the most inconvenient places possible. Now the gardeners alike scrambling to catch the leaks before delicate plants get overwatered (or worse, offended). Volunteers are welcome to help patch things up, hold buckets in increasingly awkward positions, or attempt to soothe particularly dramatic flora that have decided this is a personal slight. Just try not to track mud everywhere - some of these plants hold grudges.
The Overripe Affair
- The Season of Ripening means abundance but someone may have gotten a little too enthusiastic. A Primavain orchard has produced fruit so perfectly ripe that it's started to… burst. Not rot, not spoil - just gently (and sometimes not so gently) popping open under the pressure, releasing sticky-sweet juice and an almost intoxicating fragrance into the air. It's drawing crowds, insects, and more than a few opportunistic snackers, and the orchard keeper is at their wit's end. Help harvest the fruit before it explodes, find creative ways to contain the mess, or just brave the chaos and see how many you can catch mid-pop. Fair warning: you will get sticky. There is no avoiding it.
Harold Cash | Original/Spookzones
Harold Cash blended in easily. It was a survival skill, and one his particular lifestyle had demanded he master or die. And so... He had actually been in Rosavelle for some time now, vanishing among the kitchen workers of the community almost effortlessly. It had been easy at first, but... He knew they'd notice eventually. Cushy as it was, times like this never lasted.
He leaned against the wall behind the kitchens, smoke coiling lazily up from the cigarette in his hand. He'd been trying to save what he had, but. Eh, what the hell? It was only a matter of time before he had to hit the road again.
2: Puddle Prediction
Harold grunted as he stared down into the puddle at the mouth of the alley.
"So. You've got a reflection. I know you've seen yourself in puddles."
A figure stands opposite him, a tall, bulky figure clad in a grubby trenchcoat, all features bundled away under scarf and gloves. There was a faint glow from underneath the scarf, twin ghostly lights shining out. Somehow, most of the residents around them seemed ignorant of it's presence-
With the exception of the shining reflection of its eyes in the puddle, leaving a few locals staring uneasily.
3: Leaky Greenhouse Blues
Harold grumbled. He'd had worse jobs, he was sure about that. But... This had to be close to the top in terms of tedium. He stood in the middle of a particularly leaky section, awkwardly sheltering under a small alcove. Despite his own apparent inactivity, a sizable pair of buckets seemed to be floating near him, as if held aloft by invisible hands. To those with the right eyes, the same hulking figure stands proudly, buckets held out with arms steady despite the sheer building weight of the water.
"...glad someone's having fun, at least."
Hold fast! Our duty shall surely bring great joy to those who walk these paths!
"uh-huh."
4: Wild Card
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And paused, tilting her head. "You look more sour than usual. Something happen?"
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How honest to be, really? She was one of the advisors, he was fairly sure of that. But. Could he really be sure that none of those invitations had gotten into the hands of someone from the Orange Lotus, or some other assassin types?
...But. The girl could cook fairly well, now. He trusted that, trusted that she worked hard and did her best.
"...Not used to being in one place this long."
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"Honestly I feel kind of at loose ends."
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He gestures vaguely with his cigarette, nodding.
"I've worked plenty of kitchens. Chefs like you are too damn rare."
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"People are already calling me 'Apothecary', you know? Though I'll admit it's not where I expected to start..."
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He takes a long drag from his cigarette, gazing at his surroundings before exhaling long and slow.
"Well. Except for the line cook part. That's normal for me."
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He stares at his hand and the smouldering cigarette in it.
"Look. I'm just used to most people who know who and where I am wanting me dead."
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He shrugs, halfway to himself.
"The sort of life I'm used to? Everyone has stories and nobody likes sharing them."
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He had far more than a few, he had to admit. Just not aloud.
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His tone turns bitter for a moment.
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"Look. I get whatcha mean, but. If I keep moving, keep them guessing? One or two assassin types at a time, that's all. But if enough of them get word back to the boss about where I've settled in? He'd send a damn army if he had to."
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