[OPENING] exploration log

[spellbindmods]

Who: Explorers and Co.
Where: Around the island and at the newly discovered house
When: Day 10
Open/Closed: Open to All
Note: Feel free to create your own logs for individual island explorations. A prompt is for house exploring, and you can list off multiple A prompts like A1, A2, etc. for more than one prompt within the house. B prompts (B1, B2, etc) are for exploring the island and may be open to all OR select friends who your character is exploring with.

[It's tough to live on an island that doesn't have many resources outside of the limited food sources and running streams. While Brie is aware of some other minor sources of food, like fish and frogs, one person exploring an island on their own means there are a lot of secret spots left to uncover. Despite adventuring for three years, her time on the hub itself has been much shorter, only staying for days or weeks at a time. Now that there are more people on this journey, covering ground is a lot easier.

Recently she's discovered another large estate -- much larger than her current shared mansion, which might also mean it has some supplies inside. On the morning of Day #, she's called together those who are hankering for more supplies in order to bring as much back as possible. Congrats, you get first dibs.

A. Upon approaching the house, the first thing that's noticeable is its size. It's all one story, but very flat and spacious. There are gardens in both the front and the rear, and upon entering (Brie might have enlisted you to help break the door down, oops) the inside is also quite vast. There are tons of rooms, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, two kitchens and other rooms that aren't even explorable because they need keys to be entered. Unless you can find these keys, that is?

B. Alternatively, or maybe even aside from exploring the house, Brie's also suggested that you do some exploring on your own. Again, she's one woman with limited time to scout the island herself. What can you find? What resources are there to be harvested? Will you share in this bounty, or keep it to yourself?]

Comments

[splinten]

[Hm. Dirk frowns at the lock, trying it again. Then:

>Destroy lock with Bullshit Magic Destruction Powers]

[girasole]

[The lock is destroyed.]

You're getting really used to that.

[The door swings op-

Huh. It seems to be thumping against something. There seems to be something in the way.

>]

[splinten]

[...Hm.]

Oh well.

[>Shove the door REALLY HARD]

[girasole]

[Caesar moves forward to help but then the door gives! And with a creak and a tumble something falls over and oh score! It's a horse plushie! Horses are great! Who doesn't love a horse plush-

...wait. No.

That's a goat plushie that rolled in front of the door. Aged and worn, it has some wires sticking out of its plush mouth and it stares at the two of them with yellow eyes full of malice.]

...

[The creepy room is shrouded in darkness, which, to save some fucking time, is less dark as Caesar waves his arm. There appears to be the silhouettes of what looks like...a lot of toys? Maybe?

>

]

[splinten]

[That looks terrifying,




To anyone who didn't grow up cuddling Lil Cal like it was his best and only friend in the world. Dirk walks in, and promptly picks up the little monstrosity.]

Hey, lil dude. Is this where you and your friends hang out?

[Dirk: >FOR SOME REASON LOVE THIS SHIT]

Holy shit, I think we hit the jackpot.

[Dirk: >IS LIKE THIS. GOD.]

[girasole]

[A Moment- yes, capital M intended, there is a Moment which unfurls much like a hurricane out of hell whipping banners along as it passes. One can imagine sentimental music playing in the background to commemorate the moment as it is engraved 'pon the souls of all those gathered there in this rare meeting.

Hope lifts the spirits. The goat seems to shimmer a tear in the faint light, a tear of joy at this destined meeting. From the shadows, the other...things...loom, and their looming is filled with delight. They are the fireflies, and they are drawn to the fire...of Dirk's heart.

Look at this moment swell! Look at it! The wires that the goat is chewing are wires of love. In the corner one can se- OH MY GOD IT'S A DECAPITA- no, it's probably another fake limb. Over there! Yonder! Another goat seems to wait patiently for his turn in the loving arms of Dirk. Veiled in shadow, one can imagine it trembling with delight and hope. The only thing lacking is some kind of dramatic vista to bring it all together, some kind of field of flowers. Daisies, maybe, a flower as pure as Dirk's soul. Something like that, at least.

Oh joy! Oh jubilation! Oh peace!]

...of course you're serious. I can close the door if you'd like...?

[ > ]

[splinten]

You'd block the light.

[Dirk: >ovffer the first, terrible goat to Caesar.]

Don't be jealous, bro. There are plenty of plush lil dudes to go around.

1/3

[girasole]

[Caesar considers the ovffering, which, despite the nuances between an ovffering and an offering being myriad and important, is still something that he can understand. Disdain is clear on his face.]

No, thank you. It looks like the sort of thing that can curse you if you handle it improperly.

[However, curiosity about the ovffering led him into the room, shedding more light into it in the process, revealing...]

[girasole]

[










Dramatic pause.]

[girasole]

[That you are in a room of plush hircine horrors.

Well, horrors might be a strong word for what you're surrounded by - horrors implies that they're notable for being horrible when they're something closer to being really fucking disquieting. They seem to cover the hircine spectrum of the animal kingdom: there's 15 more goats in the corner over there. To the north is a gigantic plush goat that is large enough that, hypothetically speaking, small children could ride on. It also vaguely resembles Karkat. Not too much, but if you squint and tilt your head a little there's a disconcerting resemblance to be had there.

There is, indeed, another severed fake limb. It is a leg. It is sitting on one of the cabinets like some kind of grotesque trophy in front of a different goat.

> ]

[splinten]

[If only Dirk had already seen Karkat. Instead, he has not yet met the crabtroll. This is Sad.

>Dirk: go over to the plush and hug it.]

This thing is goddamned perfect. Don't worry, bro, I'll rid it of curses for you.

[girasole]

[The plush abomination has no sentience, and yet it...almost? Almost seems to hug back. It even squeaks.

The squeak sounds pissed off. It's not a squeak so much as a squfuckingeak. And yet. And yet that's how some things communicate. Some sing, some trill, and some swear. This swears.]

...I dare you to slip that into someone's hut at some point while they're asleep just to see their reaction.

[This is a BAD IDEA.

> ]

[splinten]

[> accept the bad idea]

Dare accepted.

[He starts picking up other horrible monstrosities because obviously they have to bring several with them.]