Hijinks Mingle

[potentite]

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.]

Comments

[splinten]

I have to point out that your rejection of my assertion actually supports it.

[Since, you know. He says Jake undersells himself.

He's not really dodging. Honestly, he's kind of teasing.]

[potentite]

[Jake huffs.] Well I think not.

[splinten]

Again. My point.

[But he glances back down at his lap. Why doesn't he deserve it? Because there's something wrong with him. Because he is, inherently, flawed. Heartless, manipulative, possessive. Aggressive, overwhelming, inadequate. Evil.]

[potentite]

[Passionate. Loving. Growing. Stalwart. Determined. Loyal. Strong. Good.

But he doesn't say them, even if Dirk can no doubt hear them.]

But you haven't done anything loathsome.

[splinten]

[Brobot comes to mind. Jane's misery. Roxy's alcholism. Jake's own hurt.

But he says,]

You knew how much I hated the auto-responder. Just the act of making him was fucked up and cruel, and what I ended up with was an exercise in self-loathing that I kept literally right on my face at all times.

[potentite]

[Jake tilts his head towards Dirk.]

Why did you make him? Was it really only for a philosophical sparring partner?

[rootandbranch]

[Geir doesn't answer; he just grabs Dirk in one claw again and swims hard for the surface. if swimming even still works in this context...]

[apatheia]

[Awkward tbh. 2B is far from a master of social interaction, but even she can tell that this is kind of a weird situation to be found in.]

I'm trying to put this in my hair. [She brings her hands back down though, frowning. She doesn't want to ruin the flower.] It's more difficult than I thought.

[apatheia]

[(This is the most upsetting thing 2B's ever experienced, she's going to run home in tears.)

But alright, so there aren't more animals. Just. People wearing animals masks?? She's not sure she understands, but she also has the vague sense of this being a dream, so maybe that's not too surprising. The people all seem kind of judgmental, but it doesn't bother her much. It's not like she has any idea of what you're supposed to look like for a party, or what "Ms. Kiryuu" expects out of attendees. If she's breaking some kind of social cue, she's not surprised.

Still, there's isn't anything else to do but keep pressing forward. Forward she goes.]

[rootandbranch]

[the tiny dragon doesn't answer, but it does shove its face further into the hollow of your throat.]

[rootandbranch]

[Geir closes his mouth and carefully rolls the strawberry around on his tongue before passing judgment. he wouldn't want to give an inaccurate assessment of the strawberry's sweetness. that would be very wrong. since he's taking the task as seriously as the baby, it takes him a moment or two to answer -- then he swallows and grins at his new companion, showing all of his very strong strawberry-eating teeth in his enthusiasm.]

It's sweet! Do you always pick them here?

[lohengrins]

[ You're not accustomed to wielding a gun, admittedly. The weight is surprisingly similar to that of a blades, but compact in a way that's unfamiliar to you. A cool black meets hands meant for fire, and you open the door at last. The plush rug is noted, but you'd much rather focus on the shuffling for now, staunchly pursuing it before...

That.

> Pry open the clock and investigate. ]

[soulcomet]

— I'm really sorry. I'm still trying to figure out how to stop it.

[she has to stand on her toes to get a better look at the book as it eventually disappears, but she won't try to step closer to the muck on the floor, either. she will stay where she's been pulled.]

[but don't be silly, Madoka. it probably can't be stopped, not permanently. much like fate and whatever secrets are hidden beyond the bounds of their realities, it'll always catch up eventually.]

[rebells]

[Oh, no, you said the f-word. Jay is straight-up gaping at him.]

That--you--

[rebells]

Should I want to? From what you've told me, time travel sounds like a bit of a pain.

[spaceforged]

[The smile prompts his own. They're not problems that can be fixed overnight. Nothing is. But at least, this might be a start.]

Always glad to help. I'm Shiro.

[oneandmikleonly]

...was it inappropriate after all...

[he just wants! to be friends!]

[rootbound]

[pets and pets and pets it, trying to soothe them both down; his hair has fallen around them both like a shield.]

[rootbound]

Who are you to promise that...?

[rootandbranch]

[quietly]

M...e. I'm me. I'm me.

I don't want to.

[rootbound]

[the shadows don't answer again, but they're shaking a little less.]

[rootandbranch]

[he curls up around them more tightly, trying everything he can to be comforting.]

I can only speak for myself, but I want to keep you safe. Okay?

[imsorey]

[wow don't judge him he's trying his best!11

the weight of DUTY still falls heavy on Geir's shoulders has he holds up the roof, but the desire for ANSWERS has vanished out the hole in the wall with the shadowy Sorey. while the weight doesn't get heavier, it never becomes comfortable to carry. the heatless flames lick at the walls, the collapsed side of the room, and at Geir's feet are equally filled with a sense of DUTY but are mostly just bright and annoying. if he focuses on them for too long they start to form various humanoid shapes that flicker and vanish with a sigh.

it's hard to gauge how long Sorey has been gone, but just when Geir is getting bored enough to drop the roof he comes running back in, still empty handed and still vaguely transparent and shadowy. but he looks a little less troubled than when he left.]

Thanks for waiting. You can let it go!

[rootbound]

...I don't have magic...okay?

Does that change things...

[rootandbranch]

...I know I'm not. It's Vern, right?