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Hijinks Mingle

Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere around the hub!
When: Days 103-105
Open/Closed: Open mingle!
Notes: See this post for details on the moon prompt and this one for the telepathy/dream/spirit prompts!

[A | Flower Gleam and Glow]
[The nearby moon is still passing close to the hub island, meaning the effects are still in play. Perhaps now is the time to stop and smell the large lit up sparkling moonflowers that have bloomed? Or be annoyed by the mosquito-like insects that came with them.

Alternatively, the deer seem to draw some sort of energy from the moon's light. Given their size, at least their sudden aggression and proximity to the base camp isn't the worst thing in the world but a kick would still break a rib or other bone so be careful! Possibly help each other deal with these cute but troublesome fauna.]

[B | Eavesdropping]
[For some reason, the telepathy will suddenly get rather wonky. Characters won't know why it's happening, though of course no doubt there will be ponderings, but it means characters won't be in control of their ability to broadcast — or more specifically, not broadcast — their thoughts. Time to find out secrets of an embarrassing nature. Or maybe something sadder is going on in your character's head.

If this wasn't bad enough, the area around the signet might experience burning or tingling. Just try to keep a lid on your brain for the day and distract yourself from any annoying pain.]

[C | Talking In Your Sleep]
[Or maybe your character just doesn't have the most interesting thoughts. Maybe they're busy thinking about pie instead of their upsetting childhood. That's fair. Pie is great.

But surely sometimes it haunts their dreams. With the telepathy running amuck, it's no wonder dreams and nightmares are leaking through, too. Of course, it doesn't have to be an accident. Feel free to grab a friend and share a fanciful dreamscape together on purpose! But for those nuts that are tougher to crack, accidents can and will happen.]

[D | Who You Gonna Call]
[Last but not least, as Friday rolls around, there seems to be something odd going on with the island. If your character is inclined towards the spiritual or supernatural, they'll no doubt notice the strange heavy thickness hanging around. There are whispers in the air and all of new energy just feels solemn. Might be good to give people a heads up and keep an eye on it.]

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Hmm. I don't really get you, but I think I'm getting more okay with that.

[it's a sort of thinking-out-loud, half to himself; he looks back up at the sky again, going quieter.]

[ Akechi halts mid-step when he spots the man transforming into a wolf, wanting to see what he's going to do, and moves closer to the deer to get a better view. But not too close, because who knows how hard a deer can kick and he'd rather not find out the hard way.

...Well, that's certainly an interesting ability, and useful too. That deer didn't stand a chance at all. When he hears the voice in the back of his head, he raises an eyebrow because really, does he look like a hunter to you, but responds quickly: ]

I don't think I'd be very helpful, to be honest. I haven't done this before.

[ But there's something he's been meaning to test out, and now is a good opportunity for it. A few of those deer are running in his direction, and once they're close enough he focuses on reducing the friction in their feet; he's tried this on living things before, but nothing as fast-moving as these deer, so he isn't sure if this will work.

Two deer immediately slip and fall over, scrambling to get back up on their feet but to no avail - you kind of need friction to walk, after all.

Once he's certain they can't run, he unsheathes a knife and and approaches one of the deer, leaving the other one to McGillis. He studies it for a moment, trying to determine the best place to cut; aside from bugs, he's never killed an animal, so he's not entirely sure how to do this right. The deer jerks hard when Akechi brings the knife down and slices through its jugular, but the movement is strictly involuntary and it goes entirely still a few seconds later. ]

[his shoulders immediately tense as the deer turns noticeably defensive. flynn's ready to jump into another round of dodging but that ends up unnecessary. a promise of not harming the deer immediately calms it. flynn instantly relaxes if only because the whole scene surprises him. to get a deer to calm down by speaking to it, by promising to not harm it... impressive.

witnessing that makes him less hesitant to do as he's told. flynn approaches, his gaze briefly straying toward the deer before turning back toward percival once he's standing beside him. okay, what next?]

There are and living like that would be easy.

[screw doing things lawfully and just do whatever it takes to get to his goal: so easy. the thought briefly crosses his thoughts every now and again. every time, however, it gets ignored.]

But I know I'd hate myself for choosing that path. I would rather bear the burden of upholding morality than forgoing it and making things easy for myself.

[oh, it's the woman from that horrible string incident. huh, why is she in mantiac? whatever the reason, she's here and flynn accepts it as fact. nothing about her being here feels odd so no point in dwelling on it.]

About what I should do next. I keep trying to figure things out --trying to answer those questions-- and I keep hitting a wall every time.

[diguesting? really?? how odd...]

Does it really? None of that sounded offputting to me.

[IT IS A GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE. EMBRACE IT, AL.]

Really? [how disappointing. but flynn won't toss in the cooking towel just yet!] Is there anything in particular you'd improve to make it more appetizing?

[huuuuh. flynn legitimately considers that suggestion because it's such fantastic one! the curry frosting can be saved for a special occasion instead.]

I do have some leftover hot sauce and there should be just enough for a cake. It'd go really well with the pork, too. [hmmm...] I think I'll try doing that.

To eat... [he sounds so unsure.] My ideas can't have actually been dangerous, could they?

[his mysterious company raises a solid point. the past can't be changed and he knows it. to rely on other people to help him past it... flynn can't bring himself to do that.]

They are, but I don't feel like burdening them with my problems. It feels like I do that too much as is.

[as a knight, flynn should be the one shouldering other people's troubles and not the other way around.]

Sure. Not that this isn't interesting, but looking into someone's head involuntarily is just weird?

[moves up not unlike he's swimming, which may help with the transition, if they can in fact trigger one]

[they curl back and back until there's a dead end, deep in the rock and earth of the cliff, and then the mass of shadows just huddles there, the stench of fear overpowering, weighting Geir's lungs and heart as he breathes.]

[ the rifle's heavy enough that using its butt would cause some serious pain. if jay applies the right amount of force in a jab with it, he could cause some serious damage. it's an excellent strategy that might even catch someone off guard!

the wardrobe seems... fine? it swings open easily and quietly. jay can see there's something left at the bottom of it. it appears to be... framed? maybe. it's hard to make it out.

before anything else can happen, lightning strikes, illuminating the portrait. it seems to be neon cyan, like the lights of a take out place or something similar. rather than the beautiful visage of a woman's portrait taken for a hair salon, though, this blue lady appears a little more... unsettling. not quite ghastly, no, but more gaunt, with a smile too wide, with too many teeth exposed. her lips are blood red, and somehow it's easy to comprehend this, despite the portrait being entirely neon cyan. her eyes seem to shift, looking directly at him.

the feeling of being watched continues.

> Take the portrait outside and cover it with fertilizer.
> Continue inspecting the child's bedroom.
> Do something stupid.
> Other. ]

[there's just the door down here, made of some dark wood. the knob is coated in frost. it seems a little warped, from stress or age or both.]

[let's shove this anchor out of here with our too-tiny selves, sure]

[Hard to say. As you explore, you find that all of the rows have been damaged in some way:

- In the northeast quarter of the library, the books are completely TORN to shreds, like an animal took the entire section to task and left nothing in its wake but strings of confetti.
- The southwest is BURNED with books still smoldering on some shelves, some of them covered in the silvery flames that covered the stairwell, some with conventional fire.
- The northwest is ROTTED and waterlogged, soggy pages still swimming across the floor.
- At a glance the southeast seems to have escaped all damage and the books are unharmed, but they are STAINED darkly near their bottoms, a stain that spreads all over the shelves below them. It’s like the ink simply liquefied and ran back out.]

...then you must be a pretty strong guy, to make that decision for yourself. I hope they respect it.

This is why I think you're weird, ugh.

[draws his shadowy knees up, hunched like a sulky troll]

But I guess if it's what makes it worth it for you, maybe that's the part of it you need to focus on more.

[ None of that means a whit to him, but his confusion keeps as a low hum, blanketed by a more pervasive sense that it should have meaning, in this place. Arus, a princess and Coran, his lion and the Galra. They fit here. He does not, that's the truth, a truth with greater reach than this.

But permission to stay can be read in this ongoing invitation, so he'll stay.

Strange, for a place so unknown to feel familiar. Maybe the importance of it, and the certainty it could lift them to the stars, to which he's fled for so much of his life.

There is one thing, however, that he can less easily brush past and accept. ]

You've trained a lion for that?

[ He's. sort of. imagining him taking a lion on regular walks. Would a lion wear a leash? Probably not, right? ]

[The girl standing next to the man smiles a bit and tilts her head as she points to herself. Outwardly, she may only superficially look like somebody she knows. But her eyes and headband give only a subtle clue of the identity of the person standing before Jay.]

[Her eyes widen in surprise as she raises a finger to her face. The sharkish grin is lost to her, and any sign of recognition isn't there. Still, the girl smiles and there is a small twinkle in her eyes.]

Oh, you're new too? Wonderful! I admit I'm a bit lost myself, but that's really exciting!

[The girl takes a moment and extends a hand.] But I don't mind being lost together. This place sure is interesting, isn't it? I thought I was going to be alone forever, but things are really looking up.

[Why are we even here, she wants to say. But. She doesn't have time for that. The Reaper is here and the Reaper takes who it wants. So at the grip on her arm she's going to start running.]

What a predicament.

[That's all she can really manage to say, honestly.]

B -- The Mind of a Zombie

[There is a moment of wincing pain, similar to many others, that will be commented on by an annoyed zombie.]

Ugh, sounds like something is going on with the psychic friend's network. [She grumbles, rolling her eyes a bit as she continues on her day. Unfortunately for everybody listening in, Rottytops is probably one of the bigger voices that is clogging up the voice line. Even being aware that she's being listened in on, she can't help herself from having a running commentary of her every day. Her voice ranges from fast and feverish when something grabs her attention to slow and playful games, songs, and other few things. A few of the highlights:]

[A. A roaring need for coffee which reveals a startlingly good method for making a good cup of black joe.]
[B. A game where she remembers she's being listened in on and makes a running commentary on everyone's thoughts, including her own.]
[C. A moment where she starts to rank people based on gullibility.]
[D. A pondering on how the deer die and whether or not they'd be good for 'materials.']
[E. Humming and singing when she gets bored.]

[Feel free to break her thought and stop the insanity.]

C -- A Momentary Soul Echo

[Or perhaps your character may find themselves in an... odd place. Hidden within the sea of dreams is a small place with floating lavender-colored islands of rock. The sky in the distance is a light pea-green being illuminated by a yellow sun. Aside from this the islands are bare. Gradually, the visitor would find the island they are on sinking into the ground, deeper and deeper until the sky begins to dim and the light has difficulty coming down this deep.]

[The moving island comes to a stop to another island. Unlike the previous ones, this islands has green grass. Tucked in the middle is a girl tending to yellow flowers, she is humming a little song and seems to be tending to the flowers.]

[Suddenly, she picks herself up and turns to face the visitor. Her eyes widen and her mouth slackens.]

How... how did you get here? I thought I was all alone.

[But rather than being accusatory, the voice is light and hopeful. It would seem this girl has not seen somebody for a very long time.]

[The girl listens to it, and at first it's fine, but after it has a few runs the girl is starting to get a little less... enthused. But its fine. Its fine! Its... its still going.]

[Grrrrrr...]

[It starts as a low quiet hum. A mere thought, really, but gradually as the dogsong continues, the sound starts to build into an increasingly loud crescendo until begins to try to compete with it, like a childish person responding to an annoying neighbor's loud music by playing their own music just as loud to drown them out.]

[This is actually something she can understand, sort of. Elegant, powerful-looking woman smiling ominously? Servants in elaborate outfits? No question - this is a youkai shop. Accordingly: Be polite, tread carefully, be on the lookout for tricks.

Kosuzu nervously forces a smile.]

Pardon the intrusion...? [Wait, how did she even end up here?] Can I ask what you sell here?

The stupid-looking one you're wearing right now.

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