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

[rootbound]

[he starts on the vow, trips over the harsh old dialect, and finally bows his head so his shadow falls over the baby dragon instead, speaking plainly, words spilling]

I am Vern of no Name and no family. On my blood, on my life, I call you Jormungand World-Serpent, your taken name; on my blood, on my life, I call you Geir, a child name but no less true and no less part of you. I love you. I called you once with my flesh and blood for destruction, but we decided there could be more to life than destruction. We did it together. You might not know it here, but we walked away from this together once. I believe we can do it again. Will you come with me? Please.

[rootandbranch]

[the baby stares up at you in shock, and he feels... something change, in the dream; some sense of sleeping recognition. the cut on his palm heals.]

Come with you... where?

[the boat around them is going misty, not quite seeming real or solid any more.]

[rootbound]

[gathers it closer, shivering, glad for the change but frightened too, hoping, yearning for the safety of their cave, the place they just finished making for themselves, to appear]

Home...?

[rootandbranch]

[there's a moment of confusion-- home? -- but dream does eventually seize on the image in your mind, and you find the cave softly forming around you as the boat finishes fading out. the little red dragon climbs into your lap with an exhausted sigh, head hanging.]

...sorry...

[rootbound]

[they're battered and in pain, but alive; Vern gathers the dragon up against his chest, tucking its head gently under his chin]

It's okay.

[rootandbranch]

[the cave has more amenities than it does in reality, if you look around: a workbench of some kind for Vern, imagined by a creature that's never tried to work on anything; a basin for water; more and better reed mats than they've been able to make on their own; colors on the walls...]

I haven't really faced it.

[rootbound]

[he is FOCUSED!!! on GEIR!!!! he'll marvel at the cave later]

...your name? Ragnarok?

[rootandbranch]

[there are plants on the walls and floor, too, for the record. Geir likes them.

the baby's head is warm and fits under your chin comfortably.]

What it would be like... that that's in me.

I don't think "Geir" can be a person until I do.

[rootbound]

Don't deal with it alone...

[rootandbranch]

[the tiny dragon doesn't answer, but it does shove its face further into the hollow of your throat.]

[rootbound]

[pets and pets and pets it, trying to soothe them both down; his hair has fallen around them both like a shield.]

[rootandbranch]

...I know I'm not. It's Vern, right?

[rootbound]

Do...do you remember me now...?

[rootandbranch]

...Of course I do.

[with a soft sigh, the baby stretches out; it's big enough to wrap around your waist once, at least. if you open your eyes again, it's black, not red.]

That was just a memory. Sorry.

[rootbound]

[...strokes its tiny nose with a fingertip]

Have you...had it before...?

[rootandbranch]

[Geir (it's Geir, of course it's Geir) leans his nose against your finger.]

Which part?

[rootbound]

The...living the memory of it...?

[rootandbranch]

Ragnarok?

[Geir hesitates, then shakes his head.]

I've never really lived it. You probably just saw it because you were in my head. Living it was weird -- I saw you on the beach, you know?

It's just... there with me. Not playing in my head, just-- underneath? Like a promise. It's me...

[rootbound]

I...I don't know if I can understand what that's like...

[rootandbranch]

[he sticks his nose in Vern's hair. his tone is very peaceful considering the topic of conversation and, well, everything.]

I think it's a little bit like when you thought you were going to die summoning me.

[rootbound]

Oh...

[what else is there to say to that, really.]

[rootandbranch]

Are you okay? I didn't want you to get hurt...

[a touch of anxiousness; this was pretty literally something that's part of him hurting Vern.]

[rootbound]

I'm okay.

[a tiny sigh]

Does it hurt you?

[rootandbranch]

Not... not, hurting like pain. But I don't know if I-- if we decide that's not what we want, you know, for sure--

[rootbound]

...you don't know what it will do to you.