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Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 41
Open/Closed: Open! Geir will tag responses to B only, but feel free to use any or all of these prompts for your own shenanigans ☆

A (the rain in Spain falls mainly on the...)

[you know that the strange seawater rainstorm at the festival two days ago flooded out the marketplace and part of the city. the question is, how far did that rain fall over the hard, sandy soil that surrounds the city of Aimintas? what kind of erosion happened? perhaps you have a hankering to go out and see the effect that the water had on the crags outside the city, or the humid plains covered with native plants. there are four directions to explore, north, south, east, and west: which way will you go and how will you get there? fliers and adventurers, take notice!]

B (how does your garden grow?)

[Geir, at least, is more worried about the plants in the farmed area. he doesn't know much about plants, but he has a vague idea that sowing fields with salt is something one does to one's enemies. since these plants are irrigated with freshwater, more salt rain is not likely to go well for them.

right now he's glaring at a small plot he's dug out out with his talons. he's seeded some of the bark from the strange shrubby filtration plant into it, trying to check if that will help the soil deal with the salt water, but he's run into a problem: there are no plants there yet.]

--can you plant seeds? My claws aren't small enough.

C (after the storm)

[the festival aside, there was a lot of damage to the Palai city -- like, a lot. so many bloody fights happened in the streets, so many powers got deployed, so many giant fish landed on buildings... the damage is considerable, and now that they've buried their dead and celebrated their victories, the Palai who aren't making weapons are out and about repairing their city instead. any characters who show an inclination to help are promptly given piles of bricks and mortar and wooden planks, though they might want to ask each other or the Palai for help and direction to repair things...]

D (rain rain go away)

[there are a lot of different reasons to go swimming in the strange overhead ocean right now. maybe you're trying to find out why the rain fell from it a couple of days ago, or maybe you're checking to see what the frozen Uvi fortress looks like. maybe you even want to go visit the strange island above the waves again -- who knows what there is to find?

or maybe you just want to go wrestle sharks in there. go wrestle those sharks, no one's judging.]

E (free fall)

[come up with your own prompt and run with it!]

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I mean, I wouldn't, but they're not really designed to appeal to humans...is this a cat toy sort of situation? Should I put them on a string to tease you with?

Edited 2017-08-20 07:40 (UTC)

W-what?! No!

[almost certainly yes, honestly]

Are you suuuuuuuuuuure?

[leans on his snout, twirling one of the lures in his hand]

[Geir's eyes snap to follow it but he's going to fIRMLY RESIST BITING VERN'S HAND OFF BY ACCIDENT. wails softly]

Vern!

Edited 2017-08-20 07:49 (UTC)

You're...so cute.

[he does, mercifully, stop spinning it]

We'll take them back, sure.

[SHUFFLES FROM ONE FOOT TO THE OTHER]

The purple one is the fluffiest, so it's the best. You're teasing.

[...tickles his nose with the lure a little]

Yes.

[makes a move as if to snap at it, just the tiniest little clicky noise of teeth inside his closed mouth, then pulls back in embarrassment]

Veeeeern.

I'll stop! I'll stop.

[at least until he gets a string. puts it back in the boat and skritches Geir's jaw in apology]

Hmph!

[leans into the petting. look, there's just something very appealing about brightly colored moving things that you can put in your mouth.

grumpily:]

What about all the other junk on the sand? I saw Palai with things that looked like that, but they were alive and flashy, not dead.

[hums thoughtfully, still skritching]

We could dig a bit. A lot of it looks broken, but surely not all...?

You'd have to tell me the difference. I can't use any of it at all!

[the idea of digging around and collecting the treasures they find appeals to him enormously, though, as Vern probably guessed; even if he can't use and doesn't understand the stuff they're hoarding, they're still mAKING A PILE OF IT]

[pats his nose a final time for now; it's been a while since he went treasure hunting for the fun of it and not towards a singular grim purpose]

C'mon, then.

Okay!

[Geir bumbles after Vern like a puppy, letting him take the lead in investigating the beaches, but perfectly willing to dig or sort through things when he's prompted to do so; all the plastic and metal stuff is sort of undifferentiated to him, but if Vern can find any pieces that work or indicate what they do, he becomes increasingly interested and enthusiastic. it's a couple of pleasant, absorbing hours of work, at the least.

what does their pile look like?]

[they find a few shiny mechanical beepboops that are not too busted to light up or do interesting if erratic mechanical things, several more that ARE broken but have resisted weathering down to nothing and are still shiny or colourful, and probably like, some kind of smartphone equivalent that still works but they have no idea how to use. it's fun to flip through though.

also a bunch of fishing lures and some softer things? MAYBE THERE'S A BEANBAG UP HERE THAT'S MIRACULOUSLY SURVIVED THE ELEMENTS BY BEING HIDDEN UNDER OTHER JUNK, why not

a couple of the boats are also still pretty brightly painted if Geir wants to carry a boat.

...they do come up close to the barrier at points also, though Vern for one avoids touching it...]

[Geir touches the barrier because of course he does. he SQUAWKS WITH INCREDIBLE OFFENSE at the sense of pressure and the zap, then wobbles. tries to touch it, hesitates and pulls back, and wobbles more.]

What's that?!

I don't know! Did it hurt you?

[ALARMED, pure and simple]

Um, yeah. It hurt like a little lightning bolt, then my head felt funny.

[GLARES NARROW-EYED AT THE BARRIER; almost leans forward to touch it with his nose again, but since Vern is there to be alarmed, decides at the last second to not... do that.]

[(ineffectually) trying to tug him back already anyway, nope nope nope]

If it shocked you, let's not try touching it again directly!

I didn't! I wasn't going to!

[only because Vern is there. otherwise, he'd have definitely tried to poke it again, just to be sure it would do the same thing twice.]

This thing has powerful magic. I've never seen anything like it.

I don't like it! What is it doing up here?

How would I know?

[--noses at Vern belatedly, noticing his continued alarm]

It's okay. We're not going to go around poking it more and get hurt.

Good...

[scowls at it, then picks up a small rock or stick or something and lobs it gently at the barrier, watching the spark as it bounces off]

I hope no one comes out of it to bother us.

Nobody has so far. Want to fly over it a few times? We can see what the air feels like up here too, that way.

[if they're going to be staying here a couple of days, mapping the place out won't hurt, Geir reasons. he's completely unconcerned about the prospect of anyone coming out past the barrier, and figures he can take care of anything if it happens. it might be interesting to find something else in the area, though.]

[keeps a hand on Geir's neck, clearly still fretful; has to think about it briefly, weighing pros and cons. finally does decide Geir is strong enough to deal with threats and that they'd be in just as much trouble if they stayed huddled on the open beach and something came out than they would be next to the barrier, though -- the non-barriered stretch of island just isn't big enough to make much of a difference.]

. . . all right. Let's try that . . .