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[innerbeast]

of course dar'khol is going to lean towards red on the color wheel, but more specifically red orange ( #FF5349 ) ! it's a bright & exciting color often associated with physical energy; playful, energetic, engaging!

he's always been high spirited and energetic, but bathed in just this color alone these aspects of his personality will be greatly amplified. remaining still or relaxed still isn't an option for him, its only made worse.

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. . . . .

"Mmhm, I see, I see... Your father did tell us you had a bit of a mishap with your art project. We couldn't help coming to give some advice." Solaris muses, circling the diorama of the city. Currently, it's been moved to a coffee table.

"Yes, he told me I should try and spin it as if I had done such a thing on purpose. But I don't see how I could possibly..." "Oh, we had an idea for that!"

Mimosa flutters from behind, resting her hands on Janus' shoulders. The glint of mischief hiding in her rosy glasses does not escape his notice.

"We could help you mirror it in the city proper, you know!" "What?" "It's an interesting theory. The structures you made still stand, but what gives them life and personality has been greyed out." "I wouldn't say that--" "So how do you fix it? Do you paint them with the hues and values they're supposed to be, or do you pick something new?" "What do you do with the spots where the paint bled together? Do you paint over that, too?"

As the two bounce back and forth in this terrible game of brainstorming, Janus begins to put his hands to his cheeks in mounting horror.

"Oh, no. No no no. Absolutely not--" "If we make someone look like an old black and white movie, what happens? Will they try to change to technicolour?" "Would they paint themselves the colour palettes they're used to? Maybe it's something entirely different. If we make those hues correspond with their personalities..." "I--I'll have no part in this! The last time something like this happened, everything--" "Ah-ah, don't worry."

Mimosa leaves Janus side to twirl next to Solaris, who makes an artful pose himself, as if framing the splotchy mess of a diorama in his hands.

"We have this one completely under control. Not like last time." "I'll make sure of it. Just a little bit of editing... ah, Mimosa, what if we..."

Janus can only move his head as the two take their leave, watching them scheme and snicker. He turns back to look at the model of the city. And in a scramble that almost makes him trip over his own feet, he rushes to his boxes of paints.

"--I have to at least put the base coat back on, or they really won't have anything at all!"

. . . . .

Welcome to another zany event for the fall season! It looks like Mimosa and Solaris aren't done causing trouble, but this time, it should be harmless. Right? (Right...?)

Taking inspiration from a creative mishap, the Stars have decided to effectively render the city in greyscale--including the people residing in it--to see what really makes everyone so colourful. Thankfully, most people will start with a base hue.

What does that mean, though? Here's a handy-dandy list of notes!

As soon as it strikes midnight that night, your muse will find that they've been completely greyscaled, save for one colour that represents who they are at their core, and only that colour! - Think of it like those 'what colour is your soul' quizzes. If your muse was only one hue, what would it be? For example, a character that is inherently cheery might turn completely yellow or pink, while a hot-headed character may turn red or orange to reflect their personality.

Your muse cannot help but feel and act whatever hue/personality they seem to be. However! The more your muse interacts with the people around them, the more colours (and feelings/facets of their personality) will open up to them. This will also physically reflect on them. - If your cheery yellow muse bumps into a sad, blue muse, you'll both have a new colour to express. Now you can feel happy (yellow) AND sad (blue)! And perhaps a sort of melancholy joy, like watching your best friend win that prize you wanted instead of you. Of course, you're happy for them, but sad you didn't win. - Or maybe those two colours mix into being green with envy... And suddenly, you have a new colour ;3

Any inanimate object your muse interacts with (except their Island Issued Cell Phone) will take on your muse's hue. Every step you take will leave a colourful footprint in its wake, every hand rail will have colourful handprints. More on that later.

With enough interactions and perspectives, your muse will be back to their old selves in no time! If, that is, they want to go back to their old selves at all. Maybe another colour palette suits them better than before...?

"It can't be that easy, though."

And, you're right! The experiment did more than reduce everyone to solid (or no) colours! Some other strange things are happening, too. Such as...

The NPCs of the city have not escaped unscathed. Unlike you, though, they have no hue to them at all. However, they'll absorb colours from your muses by proximity and action. - If your deep-green jealous muse is around, NPCs will turn deep-green too, and may want what you have--and might try to take it by force. But a calm mint-coloured muse may just leave you alone and soak up some vibes. - This extends to creatures of the island, too, so watch out!

Sources of water in the city (the ocean, lakes, ponds, swimming pools, etc) will wash away at least one colour from you. (You can still drink and cook with it without any effect, though.) Better not get caught in a rainstorm any time soon!

To combat this, you can find paint cans with a random colour paint in them around the city. You never know what you're going to get, though!

The city itself is completely greyscale, so navigating it might be a challenge without any colourful landmarks to stand out. That being said, your muse will leave colour wherever they go, like they're a giant paint roller. And so will everyone else's muses! Figuring out populated areas will be Very Easy, but you might get disoriented in places that don't get a lot of foot traffic.

These are the major issues...... for now :)

FAQ

"Do I have to pick a hue at the beginning? I can't decide on one."

It's entirely possible that your muse can start in greyscale, and just has No Personality. In that case, they'll take on the hue of the first person they interact with.

"What do we do if a colour has multiple associations with it?"

Each association of that colour is a valid one, and there are no incorrect colour associations. Each colour is whatever you need it to be in the moment. The definition of "red" for your muse may not match the "red" of your RP partner--and that's okay! What may be helpful is to make an event info post explaining your colour choice, how you interpret it, and how it would affect your character!

"Do we have to stick to basic colours like red, yellow, green, blue, etc?"

Nope. Maybe your muse is a mauve, emerald, beige, or aquamarine. Pick any colour you think is best for the moment!

"In theory, could we use the paint cans laying around to add hues to others by splashing them with it or something?"

PVP is enabled, if you want to be a menace! (with mun permission, of course)

"Is the comic in black and white for plot reasons?"

No, I'm just lazy :c

Have a question you don't see on here? You can message the Masterlist!

See you in a week! Make sure to get as many colour perspectives as you can, okay? :)

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"maybe close a window and lower your tunes, so some of us--" there's a flick of his ear, "-- don't wind up catchin' any of it." but his unintentional eavesdropping aside, "d'ya really need my input on that? ...i'd say he knows his way around a flute, if i'm just goin' by looks alone, here."

" of course it was! we are in our home, why would it be anything else? since you have overheard most of it, tell me, pal .. look at him. does he not seem like a manliker? "

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"keep your damn voi... ces...?" that is what they were, right? "--just keep it down then!"

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" i -- that was a conversation?" hold on, he understood all that!?

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"is there a showin' due at the dome or somethin'? they sound like their instruments could do with some finer tunin'."

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"ya haven't told me shite, squawks!!"

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starts it by threatening to eat hawks wings. hawks takes the brunt of the slander.

nice.

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"... a fair statement." well, shite.

"i'll pass that along next i bump into 'im, yeah?"

"...I think all birds should be left alone."

This is coming from 50-50 birdwoman, y'all!

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"boss man thought chicken would be good for lunch, is all!"

"Who's talking about eating wings?"

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"no point in wastin' pieces."

"i'll take the whole bird and then some, if i'm able!"

｢𓆄｣ "Uh, no."

"Besides, chicken wings aren't that good. Chicken breast is where it's at!"

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"i did have my eyes set on a pretty big set o' wings from the start, y'know."

"if ya wanna just loop this back around--"

｢𓆄｣ "Chickens are flightless you know."

"Actually, speaking of which: chicken sounds pretty damn good right now."

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"and here i thought ya'd know me a lil' better--" tongue clicks at the other sole aginst his head, grip tightening to offer one more inconveniencing, contemplative tug to the man's leg... then he's dropping his hold altogether.

"yeah, yeah. flutter away, then, ya big chicken."

｢𓆄｣ "Yeah, well I didn't think you'd take me up on that!" He shoved his other sole against Dar's big shootable head as he had the other touch down on the ground.

"Go. Shoo. Let go now."

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laughter follows his partners own. there's an added curl to his worn grin with that given squeeze, wrestling with growing temptation to not lace his fingers together behind his partners head; to keep them locked in this slanted hold, and play with this temporary fantasy a little more.

the kiss was chaste, but he wished not for their dance to end the same. even if he was, similarly, aware of the songs end.

as his boot meets the floor again a quiet sigh escapes him, hands slipping down from around yuri's shoulders, leaving them to rest upon the lapels of his suit. its only after hearing that stutter that dar perks up again, his tail quick to pick up its own form of dance. "what, too scandalous?" he teases, fingers tracing along the edges of fabric as his smile softens. "i should be lettin' it slip more with how ya react to it."

( it was cute... )

but that softness is overcome with curiosity at yuri's slanted smile, pivoting ears rising to attention as he's drawn in. briefly does his jaw drop, mouth left agape as though it had been armed with a rebuttal, only to snap shut with a rush of skin-prickling heat. where words failed, his blasted tail was quick to convey his response with bristled fur and a jittering sway.

unless...?

he's not sure at what point he'd decided to hold a breath, but it was something quickly realized as dar expelled out a sharp "haah?"

what a way to shift the mood...!

"really?" groaning, dar brings up a hand to pull away the one holding his chin, pushing himself back in the process. "honestly, the snack table? i'm right here!" exaggerating his eye roll he's giving yuri a push, attempting to heave a sigh along with it but, ultimately, the sound tumbles into another laugh.

"unbelievable, but fiiiine." with a shake of his head he's circling to the swordsman's side, an arm coiling around one of yuri's own before he's stepping forward with a light tug. "i'll be nice and escort ya to the bloody snack table."

a quirked brow is his initial response, intrigue twinkling behind his dark mask. "can i, now? so long as i've earned it," being his only semblance of confirmation before the tension gets the better of him-- of them both, as it often does.

a hum reverberates as they connect, the embrace (that's what the dip's become, really) tightening as he drowns in what's been falsely named; false because, by the time he's denied anything more than a chaste kiss, yuri's far from 'settled.'

but dar's beaming -- music fading, though he hardly notices -- and he's finding it difficult for disappointment to affect his spirits too much in the glow.

a light chuckle, gaze darting toward the leg within his grip, "swept you off your feet, didn't i?" (the swordsman's clearly been swept, himself, hardly registering the term of endearment yet). he squeezes, voice low, "feels a bit backwards, though. called a prince only to be stuck satisfying your needs? you know i don't take orders well--"

...plonk! and the song's final note knocks yuri over his impure head.

his signal to wrap things up heard blaringly loud and groan-inducingly clear, he guides the warrior to stand; hand's kept where it is, however, at the other man's back, readjusting his red coat with the other. partially playful, partially to avoid catching another smoldering look that'd no doubt strengthen his desire to blow this joint entirely. risk of the flirty trade, unfortunately. tends to backfire.

and, boy, does it backfire-- another ruminating tug at dar's collar cut short, "w-wait, starshine? why'd you have to let that slip...?" not to mention 'stars' bringing the sun-shaped earring back to attention. there's a sigh after a moment (or two) of consideration, a crooked smile left in its wake; truth be told, it masks soft genuinity as he uses his leverage to pull the miqo'te closer. "know what? i might just decide to leave you begging later, instead. how's that sound, dar'khol?" the sudden lack of frilly name-calling making his empty threat abundantly clear.

"unless..." his partner's chin grabbed in the lull, "you escort me to the snack table!"

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there's a quiet grunt given at the shoe against his head, hand eagerly reaching up to snatch at hawks' ankle. "you're the one tellin' me to get one once i latched on! don't go offerin' services ya can't provide, feathers, ya get people's hopes up like that!"

"ya damn well better!" comes a bark, giving the ankle in his grasp a good tug; the implications of continuing his climb lingering in his pull. impeccable timing for it, really, chain in question fading away with the tick of its last second. "otherwise i'm goin' back to my wantin' of a decent seat."

｢𓆄｣ As Dar closed the gap between them by climbing the chain, he pressed the sole of his shoe against the other's head when he was able to reach it. "No no! I don't give rides!! You're just going to climb on my back and make this hard for the both of us!"

"Knock it off, I'll put you down! You just gotta promise you'll unchain me."

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initial hand entwined with his aetherial chain tugs, digging into his palm before a second hand is needed to steady his hold. for a brief moment heels dig against the ground below, anything to keep himself still long enough to rope in his winged employer. anything to stall his ascension -- just for a moment!

"whoa, hey -- !!" to say he didn't fully expect this would be a lie, but he'd been hoping he'd get a strong enough pull in before hawks could manage to string him along. dar would be more apt to let this ride if not for his unspoken timer.

"i'd prefer a better seat on this flight, if ya don't mind!" good a cue as any for him to start climbing, shortening the chains length with every pull he could manage.

｢𓆄｣ Unfortunately, Hawks was grabbed right as he got into the air. Had he had just a milisecond of more air time it would've been near impossible to grab him, but, that buffer of getting into the sky wasn't doing him any favors.

"Alright, fine, want a ride? Get a ride!" It's not like he'd let Dar fall! But, there was certainly a dangerous game to be had here! Despite the fact the chain was painfully digging into Hawks' thigh, he could endure it if it meant playing this messed up game of cat and mouse.

(You get ten seconds to be a little shit, and Hawks raises his own to twenty seconds. As a treat.)

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"not easily, ya ain't!" holmgang's chain says otherwise! ( ten seconds to be a little shit. as a treat )

｢𓆄｣ "I'm getting out of here!" Fly free, Hawks!