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

[witchhooded]

[ the rifle's heavy, but not so heavy that it's unwieldy. it's weight feels purposeful, as if it's really packing some heat. it's cold in his hands for now, a clear sign it hasn't been used in some time.

in order to leave the bedroom and enter the hallway, percival must open the room's door wide. once it's open, there's the sound of shuffling in the hallway, as if someone's running away. the hallway is home to a long, plush, green rug, and it looks like it's seen better days. there's a couple juice stains on it, and one in particular looks like it's been remembered particularly well. at the end of the hallway is a flight of steps, but halfway between the stairs and the bedroom is a grandfather clock--

... that's open.

a little hand shoots out, and closes it quickly.

>Investigate the grandfather clock.
>Descend.
>Jump out a window, into the storm, and turn into smoke. ]

[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. ]

[witchhooded]

[ percival's rejection of the jump scare is rewarded. the clock opens, but it requires a little more force than expected, as if someone is using all their strength to keep it closed. when percival manages to swing it's body open, the cabinet yields a thump!, and the clock rocks a little on it's legs. it stays put, despite this.

curled up in the corner, jade harley peeks through her fingers, gasps, and immediately hides her face again. she's tiny, even smaller than the jade percival has met, and seems to be absolutely shaking with fear. ]

[lohengrins]

[ that's not what you quite expected. your features soften, and the rifle is lowered as you step back a foot or two.

you look at her: a girl, shivering with fear, much like you did in that carriage decades ago. your gut twists ever so slightly, and you frown for a moment before placing the rifle down entirely.

maybe you're naive. maybe you're weak and stupid, and this is clearly an ambush or a threat of some kind, but that fear is genuine and you know it. so you let the rifle drop to the floor before sitting down to meet her level. ]

My name is Percival. I don't know where I am right now...but I won't harm you. I promise.

[witchhooded]

[ jade looks up at percival, green eyes slowly exposed. it takes a few minutes, but she thinks she can place percival's face somewhere... perhaps... is he a friend of grandpa's? yes, that must be so. he's so big and she's sure he could hide her well, or cover for her. and he's all red, too, and she thinks one of her coloring books mentioned that the opposite of blue is red. he'd be so good at dealing with them.

jade rushes into his torso, throwing her arms around him as well as she can; this big, strong man named percival can help her, and he looks very nice if a little bit scary at first. is it because she's so scared right now? grandpa said your emotions can sometimes make you more stressed out once. yeah. that's it. ]

Shhhh!! You have to be quiet because of the blue ladies!

[lohengrins]

[ the contact is unexpected, but he doesn't jump. instead, percival looks at her the slightest bit sternly, his gaze serious before he takes her into his arms and promptly lifts her up. in the process, he manages to reach for the rifle again — better to keep it on him, or at least deprive anyone else of using it. ]

The blue ladies, [ percival whispers, now moving towards the stairwell. ] Who are they?

[witchhooded]

[ jade keeps her grip on him tight. with his size, though, it probably feels like a childish vice. ]

They're the ones... [ she hesitates, looking down at the carpet stain. no one ever cleaned it up, that much is obvious. ] They hurt grandpa.

[ it's such a tiny thing to focus on while talking about grandpa, but he wasn't there to tell her that cleaning it up would be a good thing, and then the idea he wasn't able to talk to her anymore made her never want to look at her dropped orange juice again. so she didn't, and just became more careful about things she was holding.

jade puts a finger to her lip and looks up at him. ] I hear them!

[lohengrins]

[ he holds her close to him with one arm before positioning it in a way he can shield her at any given moment — it's a defensive stance, clearly, and the other arm is used to adjust the rifle. ]

Then we can't let them hurt you as well.

[ percival glances down at the carpet stain for a second. he then moves onwards, peeking through the doorway and stepping back out. ]

Hold onto me. [ the rifle is loaded with a 'click'. ] And close your eyes, please.

[witchhooded]

[ jade seems a little hesitant at first, but then drapes one arm over percival's shoulder. the other grabs a fistful of his shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline. ]

...'Kay.

[ and then, with a deep inhale, she buries her face in his shoulder. apparently this is easier than closing her eyes.

percival will find that the hallway is empty, save for a couple of classic art style statues. the plush carpeting rolls down the steps, which seem to open up into a middle floor that might be home to some plant life, if the pots are any indication.

next to the stairs is a metal platform, perfect for standing on.

>stand on the platform
>go down the stairs
>check jade's room for signs of the blue ladies
>activate kingly aura in preparation for showdown with terrifying blue salon posters ]

[lohengrins]

[ he holds her close, his grip tight, if not unyielding. one hand braces her and the other positioning the rifle. the statues are scrutinized before percival steps onto the metal platform.

> activate kingly aura bitch he does 1mill damage off element don't fuck with dps
> get that rifle ready for this bullshit and prepare for battle ]

[witchhooded]

[ with jade and the rifle in tow, percival will find that stepping onto the platform transports him to the bottom of the stairs easily. it happens instantaneously, and the room is dark, but it's definitely an atrium. plants and vegetables litter the room, fruit grow on vines; there's another platform and set of stairs.

a blue glow seems to be emitting at the bottom of them.

jade recognizes what just happened and peeks, raising her head from his shoulder to look around. she sees the eureka lemons and crab apples in the darkness, and then the blue glow - that startles her. ]

Eek!

[ and once more, he face is buried in his shoulder.

>inspect the plant life
>check for more ways to shield yourself from the ominous blue ladies
>tumble down the stairs
>transportalize ]

[lohengrins]

[ blue glow = bad. got it. the color blue seems to be an indication of danger around these parts.

he places a hand over her head. it's unwise to inspect the plant life just yet, and fleeing won't rid this girl of the threat that's plaguing her and her family. ]

Can you tell if they're nearby?

[ > you suppose you have no choice but to approach this as cautiously as you can. check for ways to shield yourself from those dastardly azure women. ]