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

[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.]

[hydrostorm]

Oh? And so are these bright-eyed wonders.

[ the coven members, she means. age is just a number, after all. ]

The short version? You wouldn't want to believe it, is all I'm saying.

[rebells]

[He can't argue with that, not really. He can argue that it doesn't apply to this situation, but--he really doesn't want to talk about his old self. Right now, or ever.]

It might still be kinder. Even then.

[hydrostorm]

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.

[rebells]

No. I suppose not.

[What was he like, before Solon remade him in his image? Was he normal, like any other person? Solon had said that his family abandoned him, that he took Jay in and was the reason he's still alive, but these days he only half-believes that.]

Do you ever wish things had turned out differently?

[hydrostorm]

[ there are times she wonders something similar. what would it have been like to have stayed with her first family? or her adopted one? what if she had never met melchior? what if he had never tossed her aside if she had somehow tried harder? ]

Hmmm.

[ she twists her hair around, seemingly lost in thought. ]

Wish? Probably not, kid. Think about? Sure, I do that all the time.

[rebells]

[He looks at her, surprised, as though he wasn't expecting that answer.]

Why?