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

[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.

[rootandbranch]

If I'm a tool, you can decide not to use me, and that's fine. But if I'm deciding, and I say I will not, I-- you can't build a hill on water. So I'd need to-- I'd need to something-- can you see?

[he's half-begging, and obviously not at all sure he's explaining this clearly. but then, it's not a very clear concept.

a little breath of wind blows into the cave and ruffles your hair...]

[rootbound]

[he looks up at that puff, registering the cave for the first time]

...if you say, you will not, you have to have a foundation there already that isn't Jormungand of Ragnarok, or...or you're not sure it will work out?

[rootandbranch]

That, or-- I have to be stronger than what's there already.

[it's a pleasant place. a bit more redecorating than you've done on your own yet.]

[rootbound]

[slowly, bemusedly, staring at the additions]

I think you've been working on it.

[rootandbranch]

I'm trying.

[rootbound]

...what can I do to help...?

[rootandbranch]

[kind of shocked:]

Vern, you're already helping...

[rootbound]

I, I mean, more consciously, surely I can do more?!

[embarrassed]

[rootandbranch]

[tugs on your hair with his stupid tiny claws; the dream starts fading out around you.]

Wake up...

[rootbound]

[ok FINE]

[rootandbranch]

[when Vern wakes up, Geir is curled around him and looking down into his face anxiously. the cave is familiar or close-to-familiar around them, only a bit less decorated than it was in the dreamscape. Geir, too, is familiar and enormous.]

Vern.