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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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It might be a part of you, but it's a part of you that you managed to fight off. You came out on the other side. The better side.

... I believed in you, and I still do. I always will. That hasn't changed.

I'll have you know I'm a very close second.

[As if you should have any doubt of his undying loyalty and support.......]

I still take offense to that. It should be a tie.

Since when is my support comparable to the Lord of Spirits'?

[It's a joke, it's a joke. Although he has a feeling he knows the answer. It was when she stopped being the girl he was chasing after and became another "dear friend".]

You know me. I won't lie-- it's pretty funny to see you struggle sometimes. You always come out on top stronger anyway.

[...Alvin that doesn't make what you just said better. Stop.]

Edited 2017-10-21 06:12 (UTC)

All right.

[He sounds and looks like Jay, now, although he's wearing the same (sized-up) drab gray clothing tiny Jay was wearing, and his hair is tied loosely back rather than in the usual side ponytail. He looks around as though seeing the view from the apartment roof for the first time. Maybe he is.]

. . . is this your world?

[ jude is glaring at him. half-heartedly, but still. ]

Since I decided it was! And what's so funny about seeing me struggle?

Maybe I just picked the side that was most beneficial to me like I always do.

[That's the thing he never gets. Time and time again Jude chooses to believe in him without any reason he should and every reason he shouldn't. It bugs him because he can't wrap his mind around it.]

Why... you have absolutely no reason to trust me. I've never given you anything to believe in. So why...?

[ jude doesn't even hesitate. doesn't even take the time to think about it. he doesn't have to. ]

Because you're my friend. Because I care about you. Because I know you're better than this. Because I see the parts of you that you don't see in yourself.

That face, for one thing.

[Because you're struggling right now and that face is a perfect example.

It's also cute, but he won't say that.]

[What could be possibly see? Alvin doesn't get it. He probably never will. And that's the problem.]

...deep down I guess I've always been afraid-- waiting for you to realize there's really nothing there.

[It's fine if nothing's lost. But that would be like losing everything.]

[He opts not to comment on the look. He doesn't know enough to piece everything together, but he has a sense—so he doesn't comment.]

Yeah. This is the apartment I grew up in. Planet, Earth; country, America; state, Texas; city, Houston.

[Not Dirk's favourite place in Paradox Space. He isn't sure he has a place anywhere in Paradox Space he really likes, truthfully. But familiar, safe, and his. Somewhere he could take Jay to guard him.]

Hmph.

[ jude crosses his arms and turns away. looks like alvin no longer has the privilege of seeing that cute face of his. he doesn't even remember what he's supposed to be annoyed about, but regardless. ]

[ How thick the air with this. Moreso than before, as though given nuance and greater depth, a shared source. If a turn, only this: headier, giddier.

As does the unmistakable turn of McGillis's mouth. He gauges: a satisfying reaction, prompting a sharper curl in his own, though he can see less of those eyes so hooded. Without the cup, Gaelio must crowd less. The reason for it gone and his back too well-trained to long suffer it. He straightens, resettling his elbow, still close.

Answering only as McGillis sips, quiet satisfaction in following the bob of his throat. ]

I guess I'm still figuring you out.

[ A flippant, easy answer, as he flows again, now bending toward the table so to pour his own cup. When McGillis thanks him. There, he can smile softer, in secret, behind his arm and the angle of his curl, eyes crinkling. ]

It's an honor to help Specialist Major Fareed. What would you do without me?

[ Practically, he knows: replace him. Or do plenty well without him, utterly indomitable in his focus and direction. Does he need this distraction?

Gaelio likes to think so. Likes to think himself irreplaceable, that he's managed that.

He may know better, but the dream will keep this cloud. Again upright with the cup, again propping himself against the chair, now his hip cocked, too. McGillis's gesture makes it easier to believe. He lifts his arm enough from the chair to allow his fingers to skim through the air above the plate, debating. ]

I shouldn't need to be quick. It isn't a competition, you know. There's plenty to share.

[ it's so, so rare that alvin opens up like this. lets himself be vulnerable. lets down his guard. dream or not, jude isn't going to pass up on this chance. ]

There's nothing to be afraid of.

[ his voice is soft. reassuring. the hand on alvin's shoulder drops, but instead he leans to the side and gently bumps against him with his own. ]

Will you trust me?

[ it's an honest question. ]

[ROLLS WITH THE BANDWAGON, for the telepathy prompt, 2B's thoughts can range from one to three levels: 1) harmless and curious about mundane human things; 2) mildly depressing existentialism; 3) mind-destroying crushing self-loathing and guilt. Let me know which you'd like to hear/if there's anything you don't want to hear, and you can always plot with me via PM or at

ghostory!]

a. (not so) secretly sentimental

[It's hard not to be reminded of lunar tears with these flowers blooming in the moonlight. Granted, it's not like 2B had ever even seen the moon at night before coming here, so she doesn't actually know if lunar tears grew best in the dark and under the moon. They certainly thrived in dark areas at least. Seeing the flowers here though, she thinks it would've been nice to see those other flowers in the night too. There's something quite beautiful about it.

They make her wish 6O was here, honestly. She'd probably love these flowers, not to mention most of the natural plant life here. It's easy to imagine 6O's voice rising in pitch, excited and animatedly talking about how flowers were pretty, how nice it was to see them, and wouldn't they look so cute in their hair? 2B especially, according to her.

Maybe that's why she reaches down to pluck one gently from the ground and pin it to her hair.

Or she tries to, at least. Look, the lunar tear she got back home was made to be wearable, she's never worked with an actual plant like this!! Help an android out?]

b. 2b or not 2b haha get it

[The burning sensation around her signet is noted, but she dismisses it quickly. Magic isn't something she thinks she'll ever understand, and thus anything related to it is shuffled along into a category of "weird but probably can't be helped at the moment." She goes about her day expecting it to be as normal as ever, and today that includes:

i. fishing of course, if you know 2B you know she's GONNA BE FISHING at some point in the day
ii. in the forest, gathering edible plants and fruits for all the human members of the coven
iii. still in the forest, but in a clearing, chilling with a bunch of animals as she takes a moment to rest

Time for unwilling oversharing, everyone's favorite pastime!! Although later on in the day, if you try to contact 2B, the only thing you're gonna get from her is a text screen of [MAINTENANCE CHECK] Any other responses will have to wait until morning.]

e. wildcard

[And of course feel free to PM or hit me up at ghostory if you'd like to do something else with 2B!]

Edited 2017-10-21 13:52 (UTC)

[There's really no understanding this when 1) there are no monster girls as far as 2B knows, and 2) she hasn't experienced a single lustful thought in her entire life. Naturally, when she sees this in a LEWD POSE flashing across her mind she is ??? so lost???? So incredibly lost. Sure she feels lost about a lot of things here, but this is, uh.

Something else.

At least she knows where the thought came from??]

Jake. This is 2B speaking. Do you have a moment?

[ McGillis does not tense, and so Gaelio sits.

He's grown quite a bit. Even his impassive childhood self can't help but follow his movements on his way closer, continuing to stare. Gaelio dwarfs him like this, but it's his deadened lack of energy that remains most intriguing and most puzzling. It's the scars splayed clear across his face that cause questions to leap up in his mind.

It might be a dream, and he might be an ignorant child in this dream, but buried deep in his subconscious are the answers -- even this small version of himself, knowing himself, finds the answer.

It's you.

It's McGillis's fault, though the details are a fuzzy mystery. He sets his book to the side and rests his hands on his knees. ]

Does it hurt?

[ In his smaller voice, the pitch of a child, he feels frustration begin to gather. He's only known happiness through a few sources. At this stage of his life, he can't begin to wrap his mind around the fact of Gaelio's appearance. It must be, but why --

That little light, snatched away by the carelessness of an adult. Again.

His fingers clamp, knuckles whitening. Would that he could keep from growing up and entering that world, but he doesn't want to remain a child, either -- powerless, pushed, used.

He hastens to add his thoughts, before Gaelio can answer. A miserable addition, so that he can confirm them. ]

It's my fault. You know I don't belong. It must be my fault.

[ Everyone's been granted a useful skill, haven't they? Everyone gets the benefit of the doubt. Although that response doesn't inspire confidence in feeling that he's wrangled a partner for the deer hunt.

Well, even if he hasn't, he'll make do. It's not as if he's ever traveled in a pack. But, despite that thought...

In the midst of creating some careful distance for himself, McGillis notices that some of the deer are headed towards the young man, which causes him to fall back a little more and move closer to his fellow coven member. Observing, pacing the area, in case he needs to intervene. Especially after that disclaimer that was sent back to him in reply.

He stops entirely when the deer slip and crash to the ground.

What will Akechi do next, after revealing his strength to McGillis and the prey animals both? Relief peaks through when he moves in to make quick work of one of the felled beasts. Seeing that opening, his wolf doesn't hesitate to pounce on the other, an easy target in its unbalanced flailing. ]

Inexperience matters less than one's desire to thrive and succeed.

[ Crooned between their telepathic link, with an approving but cold sort of tone, McGillis then takes note of their surroundings and the retreating pack of deer. After that combined display of power, they've quickly and successfully driven them off.

Licking the blood off his chops, he trots closer to Akechi and sits at his feet. ]

Well done. What sort of power is that exactly?

[ probably...time to change back into a human mcg...

and yet continuing to force akechi to talk to a wolf ]

[It’s like a pause in a song that goes on for too long. He doesn’t quite know how to respond to that. It doesn’t fit the narrative that he’s known. His dream logic decides accepting it is the best method. He raises one eyebrow.] No.

If anyone is being trained, it’s us.

[As dreams are prone to doing they pass through a doorway into the ground floor of a hangar. All the lights are as blue as the large robotic lion resting at the center. Its eyes flare yellow and follow Gaelio as Shiro heads for the tunnel lined with purple lights.]

At least, that’s what it feels like.

...the size of an island.

[He glances about him to judge the distances. The Castle is meant to transport the Lions. Whatever else it had is gone. He touches the center panel and words spread out. Voltron. Galra. Alteans. Balmera. Quintessence. Unalu. Names are mixed in and he taps it again. It goes perfectly blank.]

The Legscy is probably bigger than the Castle. This is meant to defend against threats across the galaxy. It was made by a race that almost died out ten thousand years ago. ...what happened to the people who built the Legacy?

It sounds like you need time to think things over.

[It feels like they have a lot of time to consider many things. There’s at least no war howling at their heels.]

If you can’t figure out what to do next. Think over how you feel and what you want to do differently. If you don’t want to burden them with your problems. How else can you handle the situation?

[ don't you call him ignorant.

he doesn't really care much what other people think of him. opinions are garbage and while he may care a little what other "world leaders" may think, that's extremely far-removed from this conversation and situation.

which begs the question... ]

... That's right. How did I get here in the first place? [ the question has been nagging at him and he's been able to just go with the flow, just focus on the tea-cup and this annoying stranger who is calling him weird.

but now that the momentum of conversation is coming to a slow stop, yamato frowns. his hand lifts and the pads of his fingers press to his temples. and he just sits there, silently, thinking. there was tokyo, then there was that infernal island and now -- now there's... space? but how?

the realization that this may not actually be His Reality is beginning to unwind, rippling out of control. ]

[ he's going to sigh. and it's going to be loud and lengthy. this is by far on the top of his annoyances right now. so good job. ]

What was what?

[ ah, he must mean the spontaneously appearing ice pillar. there's a twitch to his lips - almost a smirk - and then, ]

Magic. Would you have preferred your face meeting the ground?

Even then.... that's optimistic.

[ she sounds almost sad about that and her eyes are shut so tightly. it's her only sign of discomfort. ]

Guess we all can't be lucky, huh? Bad luck of the draw and all.

[ Definitely not a leash then. Wildly off the mark. The world itself chastens, a rebuke in silence. Little surprise in that. The words had felt wrong on his tongue, when first formed in his mind. The dream allows it, but he still doesn't understand.

Only, one way or another, his has been a life of incomprehension, and this nettles less.

And clarity comes soon enough. Gaelio startles, the lion massive and present, reactive. Like a mobile suit, but older. Like a gundam, then, but smaller, but alien. Difficult not to stare. He stares, as fixed by the yellow as he is fixed in it, and thinks of red, of Alaya-Vijnana Type E, of Ein.

He follows as they leave the Blue Lion behind. ]

To fight the Galra?

[ Capable at least of drawing basic connections from meted information. Feeling, too. ]

They weren't made by man.

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