potentite: (or just waiting to die)
pretty rugged fucking dork ([personal profile] potentite) wrote in [community profile] spellbinders2017-10-17 09:37 pm

Hijinks Mingle

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.]
rootandbranch: (and people are singing; how 'bout that!)

[personal profile] rootandbranch 2017-11-11 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Haha, I'll try to hold on to the strawberry, but I won't promise I won't eat it.

[he can respect the urge to really get a good view, and he's pretty sure he can keep the baby safe. in that case...]

Got it! On top of my back it is!

[Geir ever-so-carefully lifts Percival up to his back, where his shoulders meet his neck, and deposits him on its broad, scaly surface. with his nose, he nudges the child into position in an indentation between two of the ridges along his spine: as long as Percival holds on to one, it should be hard for him to fall off.]

There's just one thing. You have to promise me to hold on reeeeally tight.
lohengrins: (Default)

[personal profile] lohengrins 2017-11-15 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ he flails a bit as he's heaved upwards and placed onto geir's neck like a lil sac of potatoes. percival looks around somewhat sheepishly, eyes widening as he looks down. ]



U—uwoh...! This is...this is...

[ deep breath. ]

SO COOL! [ he gets a bit too excited, and a few strawberries shake out of his grasp. ] I can't believe it! I'm flying, I'm flying!

[ they haven't...even gotten off the ground yet, but the anticipation is overwhelming. ]

I will! I promise, Geir! I think if I look hard enough, I can maybe see her...! Mother wears this big blue dress, and she has hair as red as mine!
rootandbranch: (coming off the shelf.)

[personal profile] rootandbranch 2017-11-18 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Easy there, little warrior. We'll look for her. Now, hang on tight!

[Geir opens his wings and flapped; between his own (frankly, physically impossible) flying ability and dream logic, he's able to get into the air without quite as much heaving and flapping as would normally be necessary, so there's at least a pretty good chance baby Percival won't immediately fall off. the scene from above might be equally dreamlike as Geir spreads his wings to begin soaring, spread out green below them... Geir scans the ground attentively once he's in the air, to see what's down there past his own first impression of forest and sky.]