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]

[He just hunches over further at that, facing the waves.]

You don't know me at all. No one here does.

[Except maybe Dirk, but--well, for some reason he wants to keep the fact of Dirk's acceptance close to his chest.]

[imsorey]

...Are you afraid something's going to happen if someone does know you?

[rebells]

[Flatly, with not a little bit of bitterness:]

It would seriously hamper with my plans surrounding this coven, for one.

[imsorey]

[his mouth twitches with a little wry smile; it's a more practical response than he was expecting]

I bet you it won't. Try opening up to people a little, you'll see.

[rebells]

[He looks up sharply, his eyes sparkling with something like anger.]

The last thing I did before coming here was betray those so-called friends to a sadistic lunatic who wants to sell one of them to the highest bidder. Does that make you feel closer to me? Am I opening up correctly?

[imsorey]

[he can't quite hide his surprise when he jerks his head back to look at Jay, hesitating as he tries to reconcile that Jay with the Jay he knows.]

That's not what people usually lead with, but that's my fault for being pushy. I have to admit that doesn't sound like you. Or, what I've come to know about you. Why did you do it?

[rebells]

Does it matter?

[Bitterly. So bitterly. He doesn't really want to talk about his reasons.]

Maybe I thought it would gain me some benefit. Or maybe I just thought it would be funny.

[imsorey]

[shaking his head; he doesn't believe either of those are true when Jay is so bitter about it.]

It does matter. I want to understand you. Why you do things, what your motivations are, the things that are important to you--those are things worth knowing.

[rebells]

[He gets to his feet, still looking out towards the ocean, which is as peaceful and impassive as ever. His voice is quiet, strained.]

I made a choice that no one in the world would consider right. What I did could lead to war and the loss of countless lives. It could completely destroy any hope of obtaining peace on the Legacy. I did it for my own selfish reasons, and I don't--I don't regret it. Does it really matter what those reasons are?

[Because that's the thing. As much as he wants to say he had no choice--he did, and he chose the opposite of what a good person, a moral person, a person weighing right and wrong would do. He chose based on the things he cared about, and nothing else.]

[imsorey]

[he takes half a step back to give him some space to stand]

I already said it matters. What's "right" and what you want aren't always going to match up. I'm lucky. What I wanted to do happened to be what was best for the world. But most people have to make a choice. Even if it's not what I would choose, I still want to understand why you made that choice.

[rebells]

. . . I told you already. I have my priorities. Doing what's best for the world isn't it. When it comes down to it, neither were my so-called friends.

[imsorey]

You haven't said what your priorities are, though. If it's something worth more to you than either of those things, then I'm sure it's important.

[rebells]

[Jay turns away from Sorey instead of answering that question.

However, there's a . . . shift in the air, and the faint, ghostly images of some adorable little friends appear behind him. He doesn't see them at first, and folds his arms.]

I haven't said because it's really none of your business.

[imsorey]

[his eyes flick to them and then back to Jay before lingering in the adorable little otter people, unsure if it's an answer to the question that he's asking]

It's not my business, and you don't have an obligation to tell me. But I'll keep asking because I want to know.

[rebells]

[He sighs. Now that he's calmed down a little, he's beginning to regret his outburst.]

What exactly do you think you're going to get by knowing?

[imsorey]

Get...?

[it takes him a moment to think of what Jay might mean and how to respond]

Maybe you can call it knowledge for knowledge's sake. I get to learn more about you and your circumstances. It's not that I think I'll be able to change anything, or fix it, but knowing you with all of the good and bad means that I might be able to help if a situation like that ever comes up again.

[rebells]

[He makes an exasperated noise in the back of his throat, whirling around accusingly.]

Are you always like this--?

[Then . . . then he catches sight of the ghostly otters by his feet and his expression changes. He looks--fond, certainly, but also wistful, almost forlorn. He reaches down and brushes the images away, and they disappear.]

[imsorey]

[that gets a little smile out of him, his suspicions confirmed--even if he doesn't know exactly who they are to Jay, it's enough to know that they're important.]

I'm always myself, so I'd assume so. Stubbornness is one of my many talents. But it seems like it's one of yours too.