Player(s) leading plot: Marlowe Player(s) Contact(s): Discord Marlowe#2340
Character(s) involved: Gabriel Caron discursivedream, Rei Kurosawa shuttersense Closed/Open Plot: Open to all Monsters Being Brought In:Here Content Warnings for Plot: Links to artistic male nudity, potential devouring monsters, potential blood sacrifice, paranoia.
Details of Plot:
This is a draft. I plan to polish this up a bit more. Notes on the draft: *In the player plot info post I will solicit anyone who wants to work the event, which might then change a little bit of set-up/operations if Gabriel has more than one character on staff. *Rei’s player may want to expand on the photography rooms a little *I’m happy to change/add/remove any of the Side Room paintings. Since most of Gabriel’s stock (everything not by player characters) is provided by Deerington I wanted to provide some game-appropriate ideas and some prompts in relation to some of the sample art pieces. These are my draft ideas, if mods have different ideas or want some of the prompts changed or removed, I’m very happy to edit things.
Main Room Featured Artist: Gabriel Caron The main front room of the gallery is mostly empty, which is fortunate tonight, since it holds most of the setup for the cocktail party reception of the gallery opening. There's a table along one side with some light appetizers and bottles of champagne and sparkling cider. Gabriel and the one or two people he has helping him tonight may breeze by the table occasionally to refresh it and to open and pour a couple more bottles of champagne. Two paintings dominate the room. The large, dark paintings are set up as the features of the room, both of them tasteful male nudes:
Endymion (cw: male nudity), A classical portrait of Endymion, though there is no moon. The light comes from the young man himself, and he lounges with a careless grace, sleepy and trusting, though the shadows around him are deep. The darkness itself radiates lust, and there is a sort of certainty it inspires in the viewer that something is watching the youth, something hungry for him. The cleverer viewers may realize that there is nothing actually in the shadows, and that it was they who have been cast in the role of watcher. The execution of the painting is still a little bit rough, unrefined, but it hints at a raw passion that might be polished into something exceptional.
Narcissus (cw: male nudity) Narcissus, Self-portrait of the artist. A twilit pool surrounded by white and red Narcissus blossoms. The young man in the painting plunges his hand deep into the pool, past the elbow, so that he seems on the verge of losing his balance and plunging into the water. The expression on his face is of rapt, obsessive fascination, but there is something awful about the expression, bordering on horror. The submerged arm is invisible to the viewer, and the one word that best seems to describe the youth in the painting is consumed—both with fascination at himself and literally by the pool.
Rear Rooms Featured Artist: Rei Kurosawa The two rear rooms of the gallery are set up as parallels of each other. In the first room the photographs are colored scenes of scenery around the town; some of Koji pond and mountain scenery, and one particularly striking shot of a deer in the forest, head lifted to look toward the camera. The second room shows the town in decay and covered in snow, as if the town itself had been left to rot. The place of pride in that room is held by a striking photo of a black deer at rest, snow around it and encircled by the maze.
Side Rooms Various Artists In the two side rooms of the gallery, there are a variety of paintings and a few small sculptures that Gabriel aqcuired through Deerington’s sources. This is the art that Deerington itself has provided, so it is as unsettling and untrustworthy as the town itself. Three paintings of particular interest:
Monk on the seashore The painting seems to be a simple image of a monk standing upon a seashore. But when you glance again, the monk is gone, as though it had never been there, and surely it was always just a seashore. It was only a trick of your mind that made you think otherwise. And yet moments later you see the monk again, standing in the back hall of the gallery, the one that leads to the private back rooms and the bathrooms. He’s standing at an angle so that he is out of sight to anyone but you. If you draw someone else’s attention toward him, he will retreat. Minutes later you may catch sight of him again, out the window, across the road and again only visible at an angle from where you’re standing. If you bring someone else to look, he will be gone. He will stalk you for up to two days, always careful to remain unseen by any of your companions. If you make this connection and take care to remain with a companion at all times over the next two days, you’ll be safe. If you seek him out alone, he will shift into his true form and attack: In the monk’s true form, he is twice the size of a horse and will attempt to devour characters whole—or in parts, as necessary. It can be killed by normal weapons, and will flee if seen by anyone other than its prey. If killed or if it gives up on prey that has evaded it for two days by staying in the company of others, the monk will respawn in the painting in the Gallery and begin seeking new prey.
Ritual As you study the painting, finding it unusually compelling, someone near you keeps whispering something. It’s not distracting in any way—it’s soothing, in fact. Reassuring. But as you continue to study the painting and if you look around, you will realize that there is no one near you whispering. It is the painting itself speaking to you, murmuring to you. It has chosen you, and there is a ritual that must be performed, though you cannot do it alone. You must bring someone to the edge of Lake Tomie and pour their blood into the water. Look around, surely there’s someone here who could be persuaded to join you for a lakeside stroll at this hour. You’ll just need to be sure to bring a knife.
Gossip The painting seems charming at first, but then you realize that you recognize the figures in the scene. They are your friends and allies, particularly the people you know here in town, and they are whispering about you. The figures in the painting begin to glance toward you and point, and then resume whispering together. They’re talking about you. Conspiring against you. Your friends and allies, perhaps even the ones here with you in this room, have all been conspiring together against you. How thoughtful and prescient of the painting to warn you.
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Player(s) Contact(s): Discord Marlowe#2340
Character(s) involved: Gabriel Caron
Closed/Open Plot: Open to all
Monsters Being Brought In: Here
Content Warnings for Plot: Links to artistic male nudity, potential devouring monsters, potential blood sacrifice, paranoia.
Details of Plot:
This is a draft. I plan to polish this up a bit more. Notes on the draft:
*In the player plot info post I will solicit anyone who wants to work the event, which might then change a little bit of set-up/operations if Gabriel has more than one character on staff.
*Rei’s player may want to expand on the photography rooms a little
*I’m happy to change/add/remove any of the Side Room paintings. Since most of Gabriel’s stock (everything not by player characters) is provided by Deerington I wanted to provide some game-appropriate ideas and some prompts in relation to some of the sample art pieces. These are my draft ideas, if mods have different ideas or want some of the prompts changed or removed, I’m very happy to edit things.
Main Room
Featured Artist: Gabriel Caron
The main front room of the gallery is mostly empty, which is fortunate tonight, since it holds most of the setup for the cocktail party reception of the gallery opening. There's a table along one side with some light appetizers and bottles of champagne and sparkling cider. Gabriel and the one or two people he has helping him tonight may breeze by the table occasionally to refresh it and to open and pour a couple more bottles of champagne.
Two paintings dominate the room. The large, dark paintings are set up as the features of the room, both of them tasteful male nudes:
Endymion (cw: male nudity), A classical portrait of Endymion, though there is no moon. The light comes from the young man himself, and he lounges with a careless grace, sleepy and trusting, though the shadows around him are deep. The darkness itself radiates lust, and there is a sort of certainty it inspires in the viewer that something is watching the youth, something hungry for him. The cleverer viewers may realize that there is nothing actually in the shadows, and that it was they who have been cast in the role of watcher. The execution of the painting is still a little bit rough, unrefined, but it hints at a raw passion that might be polished into something exceptional.
Narcissus (cw: male nudity)
Narcissus, Self-portrait of the artist. A twilit pool surrounded by white and red Narcissus blossoms. The young man in the painting plunges his hand deep into the pool, past the elbow, so that he seems on the verge of losing his balance and plunging into the water. The expression on his face is of rapt, obsessive fascination, but there is something awful about the expression, bordering on horror. The submerged arm is invisible to the viewer, and the one word that best seems to describe the youth in the painting is consumed—both with fascination at himself and literally by the pool.
Rear Rooms
Featured Artist: Rei Kurosawa
The two rear rooms of the gallery are set up as parallels of each other.
In the first room the photographs are colored scenes of scenery around the town; some of Koji pond and mountain scenery, and one particularly striking shot of a deer in the forest, head lifted to look toward the camera. The second room shows the town in decay and covered in snow, as if the town itself had been left to rot. The place of pride in that room is held by a striking photo of a black deer at rest, snow around it and encircled by the maze.
Side Rooms
Various Artists
In the two side rooms of the gallery, there are a variety of paintings and a few small sculptures that Gabriel aqcuired through Deerington’s sources. This is the art that Deerington itself has provided, so it is as unsettling and untrustworthy as the town itself. Three paintings of particular interest:
Monk on the seashore
The painting seems to be a simple image of a monk standing upon a seashore. But when you glance again, the monk is gone, as though it had never been there, and surely it was always just a seashore. It was only a trick of your mind that made you think otherwise. And yet moments later you see the monk again, standing in the back hall of the gallery, the one that leads to the private back rooms and the bathrooms. He’s standing at an angle so that he is out of sight to anyone but you. If you draw someone else’s attention toward him, he will retreat. Minutes later you may catch sight of him again, out the window, across the road and again only visible at an angle from where you’re standing. If you bring someone else to look, he will be gone. He will stalk you for up to two days, always careful to remain unseen by any of your companions. If you make this connection and take care to remain with a companion at all times over the next two days, you’ll be safe. If you seek him out alone, he will shift into his true form and attack:
In the monk’s true form, he is twice the size of a horse and will attempt to devour characters whole—or in parts, as necessary. It can be killed by normal weapons, and will flee if seen by anyone other than its prey. If killed or if it gives up on prey that has evaded it for two days by staying in the company of others, the monk will respawn in the painting in the Gallery and begin seeking new prey.
Ritual
As you study the painting, finding it unusually compelling, someone near you keeps whispering something. It’s not distracting in any way—it’s soothing, in fact. Reassuring. But as you continue to study the painting and if you look around, you will realize that there is no one near you whispering. It is the painting itself speaking to you, murmuring to you. It has chosen you, and there is a ritual that must be performed, though you cannot do it alone. You must bring someone to the edge of Lake Tomie and pour their blood into the water. Look around, surely there’s someone here who could be persuaded to join you for a lakeside stroll at this hour. You’ll just need to be sure to bring a knife.
Gossip
The painting seems charming at first, but then you realize that you recognize the figures in the scene. They are your friends and allies, particularly the people you know here in town, and they are whispering about you. The figures in the painting begin to glance toward you and point, and then resume whispering together. They’re talking about you. Conspiring against you. Your friends and allies, perhaps even the ones here with you in this room, have all been conspiring together against you. How thoughtful and prescient of the painting to warn you.