spellbinders | catch-all open log!

catch-all open log!

Who: Anyone and everyone!
Where: On the beach, and various other places throughout the hub island
When: Day 80, and the next couple days after
Open/Closed: open log for hub shenanigans!

[This evening, someone has placed an old, rusted-over camp stove on the beach near the coven's row of huts--anyone examining it in detail will see that it's not operational at the moment, but that could potentially be changed, couldn't it? If someone was handy with mechanical things . . . .

Next to it is a crate (which, from the weight of it is empty) and pinned to that crate is a sheet of paper with a map on it, something like a much cruder, black-and-white version of this:

with the following key:

1 - crags. Contain snakes which may be poisonous. Watch out.
2 - ocean, going about one mile out from the coast.
3 - lagoon. Contains thick reeds (could be woven or shaped into tools) and frogs (edibility uncertain).
4 - abandoned campsite.
5 - orchard. Currently, trees are diseased and bare. Plant healer needed.
6 - abandoned house. A family used to live here, from the looks of it. Still contains some useful supplies.

And there should be a 7 north of base camp with the notation "graveyard. Graves unused." but the player forgot and is too lazy to go back and fix it right now. Observant individuals will note that the map looks like a more detailed version of one hanging on the door to a certain coven member's cabin, one that has a note on the bottom: "Have information? Ask for Jay."

Other than that, it's a quiet night on the hub island. We've been here for a couple days; maybe you're getting restless? Want to check out that ocean, or lagoon, or even those crags? Maybe just go door-to-door in the beach huts? Maybe you're sick of shrimp and looking for other things to eat . . . hopefully someone's got a fire going tonight, and thought to kill a boar . . . .

What are you doing tonight?]

((here or here for place descriptions))

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[ a- the ocean ]

[ An actual ocean. A real live ocean that's not suspended above their heads.

This is all Roxas really ever wants from his life, honestly. A nice, pleasant beach, an ocean in front of him, and nothing particular to do with his time. He's still worried about... several things... but for now, he's calm.

Well, sort of. He's also running along the beach, picking up every seashell he can find. His hands are... completely full, honestly, and he slips on the wet sand just as someone walks past. He is literally buried in seashells. He cannot stand up.

A muffled "help" comes from somewhere below the pile. ]

[ b- the lagoon ]

... Okay, someone's gotta show me how you do this.

[ He's aware from some vague memories of Never Land that it's possible to weave something resembling a very bendy sword- maybe more like a whip- out of reeds, but he has absolutely no idea what he's doing. He's surrounded by a pile of torn up reeds, and he's looking really frustrated. ]

It looked so easy when the kid in the fox suit did it!!

[ w- wildcard ]

[ He'll be wandering the island, so feel free to catch him anywhere! He's going to be sitting around looking contemplative, or gloomy, or both. They're pretty much the same. ]

[It was difficult to not find herself at the beach. As one of the places filled with any type of water, she will always be drawn to it has always been a very important element throughout her life. Having grown up in an island, the ocean will always be an important natural source to have present.

She'll be exploring the area with great interesting. Holding onto her boots as she walks over the wet, squishy sand underneath her, having missed the sensation under her feet after so long being away from it. Her loud humming may be the only signs of human life as she is walking by the shore. It won't be long until she notices someone else on the ground, filled to the brim with shells, leaving her feeling curious.]

Um, you know, the beach may be well-known for its shells, but it doesn't mean you're allowed to take all of them. [With a light laugh, she'll point out.] Or else, you'll be buried under an avalanche as penalty. That just may be a good cautionary tale to tell!

[ The pile of shells rattles around, until eventually the lower half of Roxas's face is uncovered. He seriously had so many shells he can't move any more than that, but at least he can talk. ]

... Can we save the lecture until I'm outta here? Seriously, I can't move them all off...

Oh!

[She recognizes his voice more than anything else! It's that world traveler with the weird clock tower. An apologetic smile will be given as she heads his away, after putting down her boots to the ground, she'll begin to collect the limitless amount of seashells he literally had on top of him.]

I kinda wanna ask the story behind this, but I think you've been punished enough.

[She'll begin to take a handful of it, trying to collect as many as she possibly can without getting too greedy.]

Are you able to move yet?

[ He's pretty sure he recognizes her voice, too, but he's got bigger concerns. Or, well, an infinite number of smaller concerns.

Eventually she moves enough off of him that he can sit up, the rest of the shells pouring onto the ground around him with a clatter. ... He looks more embarrassed than anything. ]

... Yeah, thanks. ... It's not a long story, but it's a dumb one, and you'd probably laugh.

[While he was busy feeling and looking embarrassed over having been drowned in a stream of shells, Nike will looked rather amaze by the sheer amount of shells he still had on him as she held a good portion of them in her arms.]

I already kinda laughed at the thought of the beach giving you a penalty for getting overly greedy. There's no point in getting shy about it now.

[He may as well tell her. Then again, she was a kind person too. Maybe she should give him a bone.]

But I could overlook it in wanting to know the reason behind having gotten overwhelm by shells in the first place. Why did you collect so much for? Are you thinking of creating a business with them or something?

... Yeah, I'm gonna sell the free shells to everyone. [ He laughs. ] No, just... something about them feels really comforting. Couldn't tell you why, just... I like having them, you know? ... Probably got a little carried away.

[ He stands up, the remainder of the shells in his lap pouring down to the sand. ]

... Seriously, thanks, though. I was really expecting to be there all night...

Probably!

[No, he definitely got carried away with it, but she could forgive him on the beach's behalf if the reason behind it was due to wanting to find something comforting. They were far away from home.]

Oh, it's no problem! Glad to have been of help. Having to sleep here wouldn't be the most ideal. Not when the nights are starting to get cold.

[He was just asking to get sick otherwise.]

What are you going to do now? Are you going to return the shells or guilt trip me into helping you take them back to your shack?

Nah, I'll just take one.

[ He digs through the pile of shells until he finds one he likes- a petal shell, close enough to the kind he was hoping to find. Satisfied, he slips it into his pocket. ]

... Besides, if I brought you back to my place, you'd probably pick apart how it looked for being impractical or something. [ Grump grump grump. TWILIGHT TOWN IS PERFECT, OKAY. ]

[The pink shell he chooses was really cute. Nike couldn't help approve of it right off the bat, but decided to keep it to herself just in case he gets overly conscious about it.

Which in hindsight may have been a good idea considering his next comment. Wow. He really did remember her, didn't he?]

Are you still hung up over that? In having found your world's clock tower to be weird. [Because it's still weird! JUST ACCEPT THE FACT YOUR TOWN HAS ECCENTRIC TASTES!] Is your tower worth holding a grudge over?

[ GRUMP.

Roxas reaches into the pile of shells, pulls out a pointy one, and starts to draw in the sand.

He has perfect recall of what Twilight Town looked like, thanks to the way his memories were made. Unfortunately, well, his artistic talent doesn't quite match. ]

What's so weird about it? C'mon, show me.

[Okay. He drew something very weird on the defenseless sand. If he hadn't mentioned about his tower, she would've wandered if he drew a lamp on top of a box or shop or whatever that bottom part was. Her gaze will be on him, wondering...]

Are you for real!?

[His pouty look says it all, huh? She'll get one of the shells from the ground and begins to draw arrows on the parts she found weird, even adding her own writing to it for better emphasis, and a circle in the end. She still recall his tower after seeing his drawing.]

This part here isn't normal to put in a damn tower unless it is a giant candle lamp or something! [Pointing to the very top. The thing known as stretched out bells. Then she moves on to the weird tiny circle in the middle.] What is that!? [Before moving on to the bigger circle as she proclaims.] This may just be the most normal of normal buildings I have ever seen! Everything else should be taken out!

They're-- The circles are clocks! C'mon! It's a clock tower, remember??? And the bells are so they can ring when the train comes, because it's a clock tower on top of a station!

[ He grumbles. C'mon, what is it about this that's so hard to understand??? ]

It works for what it is and it makes Twilight Town unique. It's totally not weird.

Why would the bells be outside of the clock!? Everyone knows the bells should be inside to resound properly throughout! What would happen if a powerful storm decided to invade your town? Won't the bells fall off!?

[There are so many safety hazards about this now! Why would anyone leave projectiles to just hang out of a large tower!? A grumble of her own will be returned at his explanation over the weird looking circle being a clock.]

That can't be a clock! [Drawing a new arrow over the sand.] Isn't this suppose to be the blasted clock??

It doesn't storm! I told you, it's always a perfect afternoon. If it was dangerous they wouldn't have built it!!

[ IT'S SAFE OR THEY WOULDN'T LET CHILDREN EAT ICE CREAM UP THERE ]

They're both clocks! It's a clock tower, of course there's a lot of clocks! There's one over the station entrance, too!

Why do you need so many clocks for? Isn't the big one on top enough!?

[She's just. Not getting it. Then again, she has no idea what a train even is, even less a train station. What is it used for again?

Well, it doesn't matter! It was clear they weren't going to agree about the design. May as well let this one go. Hopefully.]

I hope you're right about the bells part. I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt because of them.

[Kneeling over to get a good look at his drawing, she can't help realize.]

Your drawing isn't so bad. It reminds me of it. [Looking at him.] Good work at drawing better than a kid would.

[ exploring the island is far nicer than trying to save warring species from one another. akira tends to like the island a lot. he's only been here once before, but... it's calming. in a serene and peaceful way.

but roxas' comment has him interested. ]

Fox suit?

[ there's a story here.... ]

[ Oh, the phantom thief. Roxas shrugs a little, glad he doesn't have to be on guard around this guy. After all, no heart to steal, even if he was lying about why he did it.

... He sighs, though. How even to explain the things he'd seen? ]

I didn't really talk to him or anything, but-- there was this guy, Peter, in a place I went once. He had two friends, little boys who wandered around dressed as a fox and a bear. They were pretty crafty.

[ don't worry, your "heart" is safe for today, roxas. he can't be a proper thief in this world, anyway. ]

Sounds like a fairy tale to me.

[ he shrugs, but he does come to stand at roxas' side, inspecting ... whatever he's doing. ]

And that's...?

There was an actual fairy there, too. So... you're not far off.

[ ... He looks mildly offended at that comment, though. Isn't it obvious??? ]

... Can't summon my Keyblade here. [ He holds his hand out and focuses, but... nothing. It's a feeling he's dealt with before, and it's not one he's happy about. ]

I was trying to make-- I don't know, a whip, or a really basic flail, or something. Just to keep myself safe. ... But I can't figure out how you get these things to weave together.

You should ask Ann about whips.

[ that sounds strange out of context, but oh well. ]

This is your first time back to the island, right?

[ he understands the need for safety, of course! but there's more pressing and interesting matters to discuss. ]

[ ... He's not even gonna touch that one. Something tells him it's a topic he wants to broach when he's fully educated on who this Ann person is. ]

... Yeah, it is. It's weird not having the ocean above us after so long, but this place is... calmer, at least. A lot less weird little people trying to sell me trinkets.

And a lot less shrimp .... Sort of.

[ akira laughs - a quiet noise, really - and finds himself nodding. ]

The worst thing around here are the boars ... And snakes. But those usually don't bother you unless you bother them first.

... Still, I feel weird not having a weapon. And I'm not big on sticks or wooden swords like some people I know.

[ He pauses. Something's been nagging at him, and he might as well ask Akira. ]

... What do you think about this whole thing? Getting sent to and from worlds whenever Qri feels like it?

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catch-all open log!

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this is officially my favorite cr

haha best way to begin a friendship: criticizing clocktower designs.

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