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

[potentite]

[So much resentment! He really has no clue what to do about that but it seems like he only makes it worse.]

I'm really not trying to! But I'm sure you know oodles of things that I don't. I don't know things beyond frivolous trivia.

[wingfic]

[Confusion and uncertainty . . . she's never met someone who responds to her snapping the way Jake does, by putting themselves down. The low-level resentment hasn't disappeared, but there's something else along with it, an awkward, abashed kind of feeling.]

. . . are you for real?

[potentite]

[Jake's own feelings mingle between self-loathing and tense, tight anxiety, coiled around every word.]

Yes of course! Scout's honour. I wouldn't pull your leg on something so serious.

[wingfic]

[That awkward, abashed feeling intensifies, as does a prickling, uncomfortable sense of familiarity. Tara-Fay, uh, kind of knows from anxiety.]

You're really weird.

[potentite]

[It's hard to tell if he's actually succeeding in making her feel better or not.]

Um. I'm sorry? I know I'm a mite queer. I don't really know how to act around people.

[wingfic]

That's exactly what I mean! You keep apologizing for weird things.

[potentite]

[And the anxiety starts to spike again.]

Are they weird things?

[wingfic]

[O-oh no, that causes a spike in her own anxiety, followed by more resentment, although this time it's directed as much at herself as at him. Please, he's the one being weird here! There's no reason for her to feel weird about that.

Decisively:]

Yes.

[potentite]

Um. Okay, then I will... try not to apologise for that in the future?

[wingfic]

[More confusion.]

Right. Sure. Good.