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.]

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[finagles]

[ If they let it --

Whatever happens in the future, they don't have to let it, if they stay here. As young as he is, the obsessions that bind him to life are still half-formed and forming. As prepared as he was to leave in a different way, he's content to stay in this place with the only company he's ever truly felt the desire to keep. He understands that now, understanding it a little more with each day.

Though it amazes him in turn, to feel his limbs working this way. To feel them clutch and hold the way he holds onto Gaelio.

Who doesn't come apart or begin to bleed in his hands. McGillis doesn't crawl out of his skin from the proximity, the pressure. How starved he's been without knowing, starved nearly to death for something like it.

How he's never known anything like it. How right the fit feels, when there should be no such thing as a fit that feels right.

When Gaelio lifts his chin, his face a mess of tears, there's a smile buried beneath the wet streaks that gives him an answer before the string of woulds do. I would, repetition that cushions like a cloud cover. His own lips turn up at the corners, despite a gaze that remains weighted. With that expression so close --

An expression that snares his heart, each detail absorbed in full. An enthusiastic answer to a question unasked. Close, closer, their noses touching and lips almost brushing, lips that plant against his cheek. A feeling that flowers in place and nearly knocks him dizzy -- a feeling that blooms strange color, shades never seen. He huffs on an amazed sound, almost, but not quite hiccuping on it after he lets it out in earnest.

It's as simple and amazing as this: Gaelio wants to stay in a place like this, kisses his cheek to confirm it, and settles contentedly against the crook of his neck. As young as he is, it amazes him to stumble on something so simple, so free of stain. Changing his hold, he hooks arms over the back of his shoulders, trapping him in in response.

Maybe this is the only place he can protect him.

So he won't leave, or allow him to leave. He'll protect them both. He can protect them both here. ]

We'll stay. We'll stay like this. Thank you.

[ Sealing them into eternal white space, he bumps his mouth to the top of the other boy's forehead to exchange the vow. ]