With the slow but steady growth of the city, the demand for more grows every day — more housing, more retail storefronts available for rent, more space for businesses of every caliber and category. To create said space, the administration has begun the process of clearing a section of forestland on the southern edge of the city's boundaries. Far enough removed from the downtown area and the Welcome District, the sounds of construction should have little impact on the citizens' and volunteers' daily lives... that is, until construction is ground to an unexpected halt with the discovery of a long-forgotten glen in the woods.
The construction project is naturally put on hold while the administration begins to investigate the discovery, but in its inactivity, the space becomes a natural lure for the curious and the questioning alike. What's so special about an abandoned patch of rock and stone, or the nearby pool of softly bubbling water? As with any mystery, rumors abound as quickly as smoke from a fire, twisting and changing with each whisper from person to person. The game of telephone has never been a good way to communicate.
Some say the water is simply an extension of the city's springs and cave pools, nothing more or less than a shallow pool of water trapped by the stone walls that surround it. Others say it is a medieval mock-up of a reservoir, rain waters collected over the years and forgotten amidst tall trees and brush. Still others whisper of magical properties — waters once contained in a glorious wishing well that has since crumbled under the relentless march of time, waters that give impossible things to those that drink of it or that bathe in it or simply cup it in their hands. The rumors, much like those that visit the site, are many and varied; it can be almost impossible to know for sure which are truth and which are simply wishes.
Of course, should the allure of an unsolved mystery appeal to your inner meddling kid, there's plenty of clues to uncover and even more questions left to solve at the site.
▸ In the very center of the clearing, a pool of water gently laps at its stone surrounding. The pool itself is small, barely four feet across, but its waters are kept clean from the dirt of the forest floor by a carefully laid stone barrier, two inches tall, each piece hand cut and carefully laid in place. Though the waters are clean, they are not quite clear — looking in, it is not immediately obvious just how deep the water goes, and though brave souls who climb in will certainly float, those who attempt to dive to the bottom never quite reach their goals before the need for air pulls them back to the surface.
▸ It's clear from the smooth surfaces of the stone that surround the pool that this place was once somewhere of grave importance, though what purpose it may have served is murkier than the depths of the pool itself. Adding to the mystery are the three stone benches, surrounding the water on all but its northern boundaries. They are long and cool to the touch; the surfaces remain smooth even after untold years subjected to the mercy of nature, and still hold weight of those who may choose to sit on them.
▸ At its northern edge, where the water seems to lap most often, there is no bench to sit on. The stones here are well-worn, the faintest hint of footprints left on the surface, as if someone stood upon the surface here more than anywhere else. Just past the stone barrier rests a chest — stone as well, and obviously made with care. Its lid is heavy, though someone with exceptional strength (or a friend) may be able to slide it open, and bears what must have been something important etched on its surface. Time has not been kind here; though the letters were once legible, only a few remain so today: wishing and water being the only full words left to view.
What does it mean? Will you follow the rumors? Will you drink of the pool, or perhaps dive in? Will you, instead, dismiss it as fanciful dreaming? There are no wrong answers here, only possibly more questions to consider... and, of course, the wisdom of a well-known fairytale: be careful, dreamer, what you wish for.
Oooh, spooky! As you may have guessed, this event is our take on the popular wishing well trope. Unlike Snow White's well that offers to grant her dream of a prince who may or may not come, this pool of mystical water isn't quite so straightforward. (Is anything straightforward here?)
The wishing pool is here to grant your wishes. Or, more specifically, to try to grant them. Characters who touch the water and make a wish will find their wish (be it spoken out loud, thought only to themselves, or one lingering in the subconscious mind, unbeknownst even to them) granted within the next 72 hours — though, in most cases, the magic lingering in the water they've touched will be limited to short term effects only.
How your character chooses to engage with the water is entirely up to you! Maybe they'd like to take a hesitant sip, or they're a more brave sort who wants to drink of it until they feel sick! Perhaps they want to simply stick a hand in to test the temperature — cool, surprisingly, but not cold — or they'd like to dive in! There are no lifeguards on duty, though... so swim carefully. Stone and skulls don't often clash with good results.
Of course, we do have to warn: wishes made aren't always granted in the ways one might expect. The wishing pool is quite out of practice, and though it gets a gold star for effort, it's not usually very successful — unless, of course, your wish happens to be remarkably simple to grant! Wishing for something vague, like being happy, might result in wearing the face of a beloved storybook character or a friend of a friend rather than emotional adjustments or a sudden burst of cheer. Similarly, wishing for the knowledge to impress your date might bequeath the wisher with the knowledge of every romantic comedy known to man — while admittedly useful, it's probably not what you were hoping for.
If you have any further questions specific to this event, we encourage you to ask away on our QUESTIONS COMMENT here in this post. We're glad to give suggestions on ways your characters' wishes can come true! If you have general questions, or prefer a more private venue, our GENERAL INBOX (and SCREENED INBOX) is always available for you. In addition, if you've got an idea for a future event, feel free to drop us a line at our EVENTS SUGGESTION POST.
Have fun — we're wishing you all the best! |
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But she's going to go with it, because it feels good and why punish herself asking too many questions right now when she has all the time in the world later if she really feels so inclined. Hopefully, she won't.
Caitlin's hips rock with a little more fervor, needy and wanton in his lap and she breaks the kiss to take a shaking breath, looking down at him with eyes half-lidded. )
I feel like we should make this A Thing.
( The sex, not the awkward build up to it, obviously. )
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He can't help the way he chuckles, pressing the noise into the swell of her breast, when she speaks. It makes something interesting bloom in his chest, too. Later, they probably will have to talk about exactly what Thing she wants, because he knows he can't, won't commit right now, but.
He also wants her. A lot. Pulling back, he looks up at Caitlin, how dark her eyes are, the flush in her cheeks. ]
We definitely should, yes.
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The faster she moves against him, the closer she can feel her climax creeping up to spill over and Caitlin's breath staggers; her body shudders above him and her back arches into his touches, interrupting her smooth rhythm just enough to make her whimper and focus to fix it.
His name starts to spill from her lips, first quietly and then rather louder, volume increasing with each repetition as she draws nearer and nearer still to coming completely undone. )
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And he's completely transfixed as Caitlin moves above him, how she rocks and rolls and shivers and moans, how she clenches around him and draws noises from him as well, his own hips rocking up to meet hers, even if the position restrains him a little. He can feel how it builds up inside her, how her rhythm is getting more erratic, and Nate drinks it in, loving how she's losing control, wanting to see more of it already.
And it's not like he's not an active participant, either. Holding her, he eats it all up, grunting with every thrust, with every shift of her hips, his fingers digging into her hips, his mouth watering with how much he wants to taste her. ]
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When orgasm finally crashes over her, Caitlin cries out and her rocking motion jerks out of sync a couple of times before she can regain control of her movements enough to get back to it. The last thing she wants is to leave Nate in the lurch, after all.
Fingernails dig into his shoulders where her hands are settled to keep her balance and her head falls back, back arching toward him as she comes with his name on her lips. )
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He groans again, before flipping them over, unable to resist laying her down on his bed as she keeps jerking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, immediately picking up a quick rhythm, a hand planted by her head, the other between their bodies, fingers pressed against her clit. It's not like he expects her to come again before he does, but he might as well keep her going for as long as he can.
Not that he's going to last much longer, sweat beading on his brow, his limbs feeling a little like jelly, her body so tight around him it keeps on sending sharp spikes of pleasure up his spine. ]
Oh, God -
[ Yeah, not lasting much longer at all. There he is, one, two, three more thrusts, and he's coming himself, his arm trembling as he tries not to fall on top of Caitlin and crush her. ]
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And when Nate comes not far behind her, her fingers loosen their grip to move into his hair and to the side of his face to guide him back to kiss her again, humming appreciatively against his lips when she does. )
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He falls over to Caitlin's side, still not willing to crush her, an arm above his head, the other on his stomach as he lets his breathing regulate. Then, he turns to Caitlin, smiling softly. ]
Hey.
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Hey.
( Her cheeks color a little. )
I swear to God, that was not part of the plan when I offered to help you.
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I didn't think so. Not that I'd be mad if it was, you know. But I never thought there was even a plan, Caitlin.
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You would?
( Caitlin's face warms again at the idea that he would have been okay with it if she had planned this all along. She'd, of course, always found Nate to be attractive, but she hadn't ever considered that it could have been a mutual feeling until today. )
Maybe I'll make it a plan for another time, then.
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Oh yeah? Gonna make it a whole thing of seducing me?
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Maybe I will. It sounds like I'd have good luck if I tried, so...I might just have to.
( Caitlin leans in to kiss him again, mostly just because she can. She probably should've expected that she would end up finding comfort in a familiar face, but she hadn't seen this coming at all. )