spellbinders | [WORLD ONE | SEPTEMBER INTRO LOG]

[WORLD ONE | SEPTEMBER INTRO LOG]

Who: The new coven members, old blood & Palai people
Where: In and around the city land of Aimintas
When: Day 61
Open/Closed: Open to All

The initial setting information found here should be utilized for threads here.

There's no official OOC account for the Palai people. You're free to roleplay their actions and reactions on your own, as in depth as you want -- asking questions, hand-waved interactions, becoming best friends. The new world is your oyster!

All characters are told briefly what their powers are by Genette -- no extemporaneous details. For instance, if your character has the ability to detect lies, they'll be told as such -- no warning about limitations, repurcussions or the like. They'll also be given a variant of this letter so they aren't totally ignorant of the situation -- though of course adapt this letter to the current setting and surroundings of the game.

This setting may be familiar to you -- maybe you caught a glimpse of it when you first visited. Maybe this is your first time experiencing this weird world and the panic is setting in. If you're totally lost, a tall human woman with a long scroll of paper will stop by to give you the run down. She'll also give you a letter, which may give you more questions than answers since the information is a wee out of date. (Maybe someone else can fill in some gaps for you).

What you may not know is that this world recently experienced something of a tragedy. You wouldn't be able to guess this based on the festive energy in the air. The main marketplace where you've shown up finished reconstruction last night, and after grief comes joy to the Palai -- those lizard creatures you see wandering around. They're now hosting a festival to celebrate their success and the lives of those both still present and those lost.

It's also a chance for them to host one of those big celebrations like they'd previously seen in human books. However, their resources are limited -- don't blame them if things are a little cut-and-paste!

Shrimp Scoop: Live prawns have been placed in a tank of water. Instead of paper scoops, players are handed small scraps of cloth which they may then dive into the six-foot tall tank to try and grab the prawns with -- no hands! And no magic or your prawn will be revoked. For extra incentive, sacks of golden coins have been tied to the prawns. These coins can be exchanged for goods and prizes, though what your character receives for their coin -- no matter how bland or wacky -- is up to your character.
Shrimp Shock: Dead shrimp have been placed in a wading pool. Your character and another character enter the pool while Elto shock the shrimp out of the water. With about 20 shrimp in the water, the character with the most shrimps caught out of the air wins an allotment of coins.
Whack-a-Shrimp: Eltos have powered six large, stuffed shrimp dolls (made with cloth), that will pop out of cut holes in a large game board. Hit the shrimp as many times as you can in 30 seconds, and your number will amount to the coins you receive.
Shrimp Fest: Is your character a big eater? Your character is given a plate of cooked jumbo prawns. If they can eat all 50 jumbo prawns in 30 seconds, they win 100 coins.

B ▢ What good is a festival if there's no face painting? Don't worry, you have more options than shrimp. Palai have an assortment of paints and are making colourful designs on both their kin and coven members -- your request may not look exactly as you want it to since they have bumpy hands and claws that get in the way.

This is all pretty juvenile, but fear not! For the mature sort and adults of Aimintas, there's a more quiet part set up that may cater to your older interests. A softer atmosphere, away from the excitement of things. If you want to wind down from the thrill of being magicked away to a new world, this is probably the best way for it.

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For the real adult experience, however, you may want to check out the large rolling cart that Palai are pushing around the marketplace, landing it in the fireworks area. This cart is filled with all of the eggs that were a product of their mating season, and this part of Aimintas is the warmest.

E ▢ For newbies and those who missed the egg train, your character can instead be Egg Parent for a Night. The Palai are holding their eggs to warm them for the evening, but (like most parents with new babies) they're certainly trying to show off their creations. Hold them, pass them around -- or maybe even act a fool and fend off a fiercely angry Palai parent.

Finally, the Palai are getting used to the standard familiar faces, so they aren't unaware that there are quite a few new faces in the mix. Based on how familiar your character is, they'll receive a nice little gift from the Palai. Older coven members will receive a scrolled parchment that lists them as honorary citizens of Aimintas and a handmade, harden clay sculpture of their likeness. It may not look a lot like them, but they tried.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Yeah, I am-- why?

[he sends Julius a mental picture of the fireworks.]

Could I come see you?

[ It's not far away from where he is, keeping himself at the fringes of the celebration. ]

--sure! Please do.

[surprised and pleased; he obviously welcomes Julius's visit.]

I'll be there.

[ It's but a short while until he finds Geir's form spread out on the ground. The youth wears a cloak with a hood that covers his hair. ]

Hello.

[Geir is watching the fireworks; at Julius's approach, he lifts his head and unfurls a wing to give him a place to sit against Geir's side. perhaps not coincidentally, that'll also give him a high degree of concealment from other partygoers, if he doesn't choose to speak up.]

Hey. Are you sure you aren't too hurt?

[can Geir smell any injury on him?]

[ There's definitely dried blood, but also a strange, alien scent that might remind Geir of the same inhuman presence that the dragon picked up on their first meeting. ]

I'm fine. I just mostly need rest.

[ The seat is taken with a nod of gratitude, the blond man closing his eyes for a few moments. ]

[in a rare moment of restraint, Geir doesn't immediately ask about that strange, alien scent. instead, he just lets Julius rest against his side. his immediate feelings are oddly protective; he doesn't usually feel that for anyone but Vern, but he likes Julius, and he seems even more tired than he is injured.]

...not much of that around here lately.

[ That gets a chuckle out of him, though it's slight; as per his calm nature. ]

I hope that'll change. We managed to take out quite a lot of them this time.

[ It's only easy to kill when he's ascertained that his opponents were mindless beasts. Thus he went all-out on them. ]

The Palai's festivals are just as much noise! Though I like hearing that better.

[Geir relaxes further. it's peaceful here, just watching the pretty lights.]

Wonder if they'll keep doing this... seems like they're always ready.

Ready to... party, yes?

[ It's not language he's familiar with, but he's heard someone say that. Large gatherings are things that he tends to avoid out of a need for quiet, but he can appreciate its value. ]

I guess so. It might be a little too much party for me, but I love seeing the lights.

[Geir suits action to words, tipping his head back further to see the continuing fireworks from a slightly better vantage point. he wonders if the Palai ever miss the moon and stars, or if they just don't expect them any more.]

[ The lights are indeed beautiful. They wouldn't be able to make something similar in a world that was broken.

So, an idle thought: ]

How high have you flown before?

How high?

[Geir's startled; he's not entirely sure of the answer to that question, and wasn't expecting it. hmmm... if he gives it some thought, maybe...]

Up to where the air gets thin enough that it stabs your chest. I could go higher, maybe, but there's no reason to. I haven't been set in the stars yet.

[ So Geir too needs air. It's not surprising, but he had perhaps thought otherwise. And it's because no one knows the implications that he's willing to say what he's about to say: ]

Once, I saw a girl who lived on the moon. I thought that perhaps I could visit someday.

Ooooh...

[Geir seems to appreciate the challenge without thinking that's an even slightly weird statement. it isn't, to him. plenty of his relatives are in constellations -- though now that he thinks about it, he's not really 100% sure if that's a literal thing or because they're closer to the Tree now. the line is so blurry, when you're as close to the Tree already as he and his family are.

maybe he could just fly up there?? it wouldn't be the weirdest thing someone he knows has done.]

You want me to take you? I could try. I don't know that I can't. I've just never tried it.

[ Julius shakes his head; he doesn't want to sound self-pitying, so it'll just have to live on as a suggestion. ]

It's quite a dangerous journey, though. I appreciate the thought.

I still wouldn't mind trying sometime. If we ever figure out a good time, or a good way. I'm pretty dangerous too.

[he won't push it, but he really doesn't mind-- he likes Julius.]

Who was that girl, anyway?

[ Space is cold and uncaring. That differentiates it from Geir. ]

I'm not sure. [ Although the vision was fleeting, the knowledge of her existence had been imprinted into his mind. ] But I felt like we were similar, somehow.

[ Both harbringers of the world's end. ]

[Geir yawns, relaxed... he has a vague idea that the social norms he's slowly learning don't include seeing a glimpse of a girl you feel akin to and then heading to the moon to find her, but there's nothing wrong with a little moon trip, in his opinion. it'd be a nice way to meet someone who you wanted to get to know better. the moon is probably even stranger and more interesting than Aimintas.]

It's nice to find people you have something in common with. Now that you're talking about her, I'd like to meet her too.

[ That's not quite the impression he's been meaning to give, but Geir has been pretty accepting so far. He can probably tell more. ]

I'm not sure if I can go home.

[ He looks down, letting his hood shade his face from view. ]

If I can stay here, I would. Going back to my world would have negative consequences.

I don't see why you couldn't stay with the coven. Even if Qri finishes whatever she's doing, there's no reason you have to go back, right?

[he's gotten a lot better at human cues over the past few months, and Julius hiding his face doesn't pass unnoticed. instinctively, he reacts much the same way as he would to Vern doing the same -- he puts his chin on the ground next to Julius so he can look up into his face as best he can anyway, with wide inquiring eyes. hello.]

--you're sad about it? What would happen?

[ Julius looks tired, definitely more tired than the last time they met. His eyes reflect a subtle gold in the light of the fireworks - which might be strange, considering that they were grey before. ]

My affliction will harm the people in my homeland. The only way to stop it is by removing myself. They'll be safe as long as I'm here.

[ He's a person with quiet, restrained expressions, so not much shows on his face. ]

That is sad, if you want to go back. Do you miss them?

[he doesn't like how tired Julius looks. it might just be the aftermath of the battle -- he feels tired, too -- but he doesn't like seeing it on someone else.

the question is invasive and personal, but Geir isn't thinking of it that way, and there's no judgment or ulterior motive in his tone. he just wants to understand the situation. what would it feel like to want to go back somewhere, and not be able to, without hurting people you liked? it sounds awfully unpleasant. Geir tries to think of anyone he misses at home, and still can't. he liked some of his family well enough, and was even very fond of some, but none of them expected anything but the impersonal dictates of their roles to ultimately govern their relationships. not seeing them for thousands of years or not getting to know someone he liked better was just... part of the territory, how things were.

he can dimly sense the gap between that kind of detachment and his feelings for Vern, but he isn't sure if bridging it is a choice he's capable of making, or how he'd even go about that if he did.]

[ Regardless of his own feelings, his duty comes first. That will not change. ]

It doesn't matter. I'm sure they'll be fine without me.

[ He's said that to his replacement captain, and then to his team again when they visited the spirit realm to see him. Of that, he has confidence. As long as this curse remains in his body, then this is how it should be. ]

It might not matter to what you do, but that's not what I asked.

[Geir observes this fairly dispassionately -- he's pointing out a hole in the flow of the conversation, not accusing. one of the side effects of asking questions because he's genuinely interested in the specific answers is that he's quite good at noticing when people don't actually answer his questions. he's quickly learning that the way they don't answer his questions can be an answer in itself, though. he thinks that this may be one of those times.]

--you do miss them. I'm sorry. If you can't do anything different, that sucks.

[he adds an extra thought on impulse, a bit wistful.]

It seems so strange to me.

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