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

[rebells]

I'm not assigning anything. Merely making a guess.

[Light. But his smile drops when she asks her next question.]

With the coven, I meant. I should probably hope I never end up back here.

[hydrostorm]

Should hope.

[ she takes a seat next to him at long last, hugging her knees close to her chest. this place is oddly serene, oddly calm and she isn't sure why. ]

Hmmm. That sounds an awful lot like doubt.

[rebells]

[There's a reason they call it the Quiet Lands. He turns back to the sea when she takes a seat next to him, gazing out into its depths.]

I've had this conversation, you realize. Although not with you. [He sighs.] I'd like to come back. I would. But there's nothing left for me here.

[hydrostorm]

[ although not with her. she isn't sure how to take that so it just rolls off her like everything else. nothing sticks to her, and that's the way she likes it. ]

Hmm. [ she taps her fingers against the crest of her knees. ]

Now, should I take that literally, or is this an inner monologue where you tell me your entire village has been burned down?

[ her tone is still lilt but there's something about it that sounds like it's edging to something a bit too personal. ]

[rebells]

[He notices, but doesn't think much of the tone of her voice, which has a lot to do with the assumptions he's making about this conversation.]

Isn't "my village burned down" still a fairly literal application of "there's nothing left for me here"? In any case, it's-- [A pause; he frowns thoughtfully, his expression turning serious again.] Not quite that extreme, in some ways; more, in others. I made a decision that will make me more than a few enemies.

[hydrostorm]

What juicy gossip.

[ she crows but doesn't seem put out by it at all. a normal person would be suspicious, hesitant, but magilou's expression remains unchanged. ]

Is this your coy way of telling me I was right to be suspicious of you? Are you secretly a villain out to steal souls?

[ she's having too much fun, that's evident. ]

[rebells]

[His mouth twitches.]

This is a very odd direction you're leading this conversation in, you know.

[hydrostorm]

Eh? I've been known to do that.

[ she laughs, and it sounds real and not infernally frustrating. her gaze returns to the weird waves. ]

So does this mean I'm stuck here, too?

[rebells]

For the moment, I suppose so. I hope you don't mind terribly much.

[He leans forward, elbows on knees, still staring out into the sea.]

But to answer your question--you're not wrong to be suspicious of me. I've done things that--that are wrong. I've betrayed people who thought they could trust me. I'd do it again, if I had the right reason.

[He sounds melancholy but also matter of fact: he doesn't particularly like it, but that's the way he is.]

[hydrostorm]

[ surprisingly, she doesn't sound judgmental when she speaks again. ]

Enemies are easier than friends, anyway. We all have our reasons. It's self-preservation, or so they say.

[ she sympathizes. or rather, emphasizes in her own way. she isn't sure if it's this strange world or not but she continues talking despite herself: ]

Can't tell you the number of times I've let people down. It's kind of a trend.

[rebells]

[He gives her an odd look at that, and sits up.]

It wasn't--well, I suppose it was self-preservation, in a way. But I was . . . trying to protect someone else.

[hydrostorm]

[ she's glad the conversation has naturally spun back towards him. ]

Oho! Mister Hero after all. Or is it an anti-hero? Who knows. Was it a damsel in distress?

[ she knows. she's well read, after all. ]

[rebells]

[Damsel in distress? Seriously?]

I take it back. You are a bizarre person to be having this conversation with.

In any case, the Oresoren aren't anyone's idea of a typical damsel in distress.

[hydrostorm]

[ seriously. ]

Maybe we're more alike than you think.

[ it's definitely true and she doesn't care to admit it more than that. but huh. oresoren. ]

Hmmmm. What are they? Rock people? Monsters? Ghouls?

[rebells]

[There's a sigh, like he already knows how this goes and is not really looking forward to it.]

Otters. Anthropomorphic otters.

[hydrostorm]

[ ............

she shrugs. ]

Sure beats a good-for-nothing talking cat with a tophat.

[rebells]

[His expression breaks into something almost like a laugh, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.]

Where did that come from?

[hydrostorm]

[ it's nice to know she still has it. ]

My useless little servant. He's been missing since I woke up with the coven. Talk about lame.

[rebells]

[That's an oddly specific thing for his dreaming mind to have invented. It prickles at the edge of his mind, and then--in the way things do in dreams--magically resolves itself.]

He's likely wherever you last were, then. [Glancing back out towards the water:] Do you miss him?

[hydrostorm]

[ that's a loaded question. and it's odd. but all of this is odd so she doesn't feel the need to hide from the question. ]

I suppose. He's a pest but he's great comedic relief.

[ and then a bit more sincerely: ]

It does get lonely. Sometimes.

[rebells]

[A shadow crosses over his face, then; for whatever reason, it seems like he really feels those words.]

Yes. It does.

[ . . . ]

Everyone here thinks I'm such a "good person."

[hydrostorm]

Here being what? The coven?

[ she smirks and tosses her head to the side, though it's with a lot less light-heartedness than she intended. ]

Mhm. It's full of suckers and dreamers, you're right. A bunch of kids with their heads in the clouds. But who am I to stomp all over them?

[rebells]

[He tries to keep his face level, glancing impassively out at the water.]

Living like that . . . you get into trouble sooner or later. It would be kinder to disabuse them of the notion that everyone can be trusted.

[hydrostorm]

[ well, that certainly strikes a chord. ]

Would you have believed someone if they told you that?

[ because she wouldn't have. not until it happened to her. ]

[rebells]

[There's a long silence.]

. . . I was a little too young to be reasoned with.

[It's meant to be a quip, probably, but it comes out a little flat.]