Mingle: For a limited time only...

[hearsthesea]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere on the hub
When: Days 134-139
Open/Closed: Open mingle goooo!

[Copper, lizards, and vines - oh my! With the recent installation of 9S and co.'s scanning equipment and the also recent, significantly wetter rainstorms there's quite a lot to check out on the island right now. Plus, the monitor robot still needs a name. You're not going to leave them nameless forever, are you?

Too bad Genette's put out word that everyone's about to be moving location soon. That means these are the last days the coven has for a little while to get everything in order, whether it's to take things to the next destination or to leave them behind. Get your bags packed and your huts cleaned, everyone!]

Comments

[soulcomet]

— Dirk! What if this gets infected?

[there is absolutely nothing in her tone that suggests surprise, though, because ... quite frankly, she isn't. it's not exactly the most scolding tone, either. both of them have dealt with far worse.]

[Madoka immediately takes his hand to fully assess the damage, a seasoned healer, and nothing at all like terrified person she was the first time he maimed himself so she could learn first aid. she does, in some weird way, appreciate the sentiment, at least, because she really has no idea how exactly the lizards are supposed to work.]

[splinten]

Then you'll drop one of your sweet heals on me, likely.

[Just try shoving a lizard on his hand. That idea seems hilarious.]

[soulcomet]

You wouldn't be able to escape, either — I can throw my healing spell now.

[said lightly teasingly. but, does she just ... wring the lizard out over his hand? that seems way too cruel, and a waste of a first aid lizard.]

[... ... ...]

[yeah, shoving it on his hand seems like the most logical thing to do, so. it takes her a minute of struggling with it, but soon enough, she has successfully pressed an understandably angry lizard against the gash on his hand. okay, now what?]

[splinten]

Damn. I'm basically fucked. You can't beat Madoka Kaname in a heal-off, she's simply the best there is.

[Dirk will attempt to helpfully pat the lizard so it can chill.]

[soulcomet]

[that seems like a really good way to get bit by a lizard. tread carefully, Dirk.]

I'm glad to hear that you've accepted your fate there.

[splinten]

I'm resigned as all fuck—hey. Rude.

[Yeah he just got bit.]

[soulcomet]

[she can't help but laugh a little, not because he got bit, but because of his reaction. stop antagonizing the bandaid, Dirk.]

[she manuevers her own hand over his, completely covering the lizard. maybe it'll calm down if it can't move.]

Do you feel anything happening?

[splinten]

[Hm. Dirk pauses. He lifts the lizard.]

It isn't bleeding anymore.

[Mucus bandaid.]

[soulcomet]

Really? [she takes his hand again to get a better look.]

[... she does not say it out loud, but her expression pretty clearly says that she finds mucus bandaids a bit gross (there's no way this is sanitary), and that she is considering just going ahead and healing him.]

[splinten]

I guess that's how that works, then. Where should I put the little dude?

[It's fine, Dirk's just going to aggressively wash it off the second he's away from Madoka because this is not clean (the dude loves his ablutions)]

[soulcomet]

I'll take him — I need to figure out how to safely keep him for whenever we leave, anyway.

[for now, though, he's going in a pocket, because she has a chance to try something she's been practicing for a while. she holds her hands in front of her, as if cupping something, and a sphere of bright white light forms, floating just above her palms.]

Here. [she holds it out to him. go ahead and take it.]

[splinten]

You'll likely need to make a terrarium for him, particularly since we have no idea of the climate we're about to come into.

[This is probably not going to kill him. He obligingly takes it.]

[soulcomet]

Mm ... that shouldn't be too hard, right? I did a lot of gardening back home — oh, I should probably pack some food for him, too.. [Madoka is going to accidentally kill this poor lizard, and she is going to be devastated. rip in advance, mushu.]

[she falls silent, though, fixated on the orb floating in his hands. it probably feels warm and soothing, not unlike holding a freshly brewed cup of tea.]

[she hasn't figured out what possible applications there are for letting someone else carry her healing spell for her, and it is taking way more effort to hold it like that than it should, but it couldn't hurt to keep testing it out anyway.]

[splinten]

Food would not be a bad idea.

[He responds to that feeling. It reminds him of the times they've had tea together, sitting comfortable and close and just relaxing.]

What do I do with it?

[soulcomet]

[she doesn't answer immediately, partly because she is too focused on keeping the orb together, and partly because she's not. entirely sure what to do next. she has no idea where they'll hit the Eltos pendant's limits, and she's never really tried letting someone else handle the spell in her place before.]

[hmm.]

... Try seeing if you can use it to heal your hand? [the spell's already been cast, all she's doing is holding it in place — actually using it is (literally) in Dirk's hands now.]

[splinten]

[ok but you realize his effort for trying to do this just involves him. squishing it between his hands.]

[soulcomet]

[... so, he's sculpting it? is he trying to turn healing into some sort of avant-garde art form?]

[this is not what she was expecting, and Madoka is just going to watch, fascinated. the spell will activate and burst into its usual warm, healing light in a few minutes either way, so he probably can't mess it up if he decides to make a healing horse or something.]

[splinten]

[He was trying to mush the magic onto his hand to heal it. Apparently this just mushes it.]

How do I activate it.

[...]

Can I make it into a sculpture?

[soulcomet]

[this is so weird, and now she really has no idea how it could ever be used practically. at least she doesn't have to worry about losing the spell if it's dropped? it seems obnoxiously durable.]

... Go for it.

[splinten]

[yeah it's going to be a horse now]

[soulcomet]

[it's absolutely majestic.]

What's its name?

[splinten]

The Neighsayer.

It's my fursona.

[soulcomet]

A ... What exactly is a fursona?

[splinten]

It's a 'furry persona,' or basically a projection of yourself as some kind of anthropomorphic human. It's for furries.

[soulcomet]

Oh...

[she has no idea what a furry is, other than Dirk apparently is one and also some sort of horse? but more important questions first:]

So, it could be any animal? [like a cat?]