[OPENING] island hub - day 1

[spellbindmods]

Who: All Characters
Where: Main Hub
When: Day 1
Open/Closed: Open to All

TDM threads can be considered canon if you so choose, they contain the power that you apped with and both parties confer that the thread is canon.

For characters that were on the TDM and who were not accepted/didn't app, these characters will be considered dropped characters that were magicked away.

Night has fallen upon everyone. It's thus far been an eventful day -- you've met some new people, discovered some new aspects of yourself that weren't there before you appeared here (however that might have happened). The original inhabitants of the island have been working hard to prepare a few things. One activity might have been one you were a part of, but there's still time to get your hands dirty. A ▢ Brie has rolled out a large copper pot and created a pit on the beach. It's unrealistic to think everyone can subsist on the few foods she's collected from other words and boar jerky alone. She's got a few boar carcasses sitting on the beach that need attending to as well. Your characters can help feed themselves and others, and here's what needs to be done: Fire needs to be started for cooking the meat AND a large bonfire for light and warmth. The large copper bowl needs to be filled with water. Crabs need to be bravely collected from the bath house for boiling. The boar needs to be either cut up for kebabs or stuck through. Does your character know anything about spit-roasting? Any other helpful magical skills are welcome to help make food. Post feasting, there are dozens of crabs and a pile of roasted boar meet that are up for eating. Even if you didn't offer to help in making any of the food, they're open to eat it -- even if the true helpers may give you dirty looks. The boar is fine, if not a little bland and chewy, but it's probably better than the jerky. The crab is delicious, if not a little tasteless...there problem with the crab isn't exactly the taste, though. B ▢ The crab isn't a species that's immediately edible for most species, though your character will grow to get used to it eventually. For now, the meat isn't settling well within your character's system. Your character will experience sweats, a high fever, blurred vision, potential vomiting, hives...it's very obvious their body is rejecting the unfamiliar meat. This may also cause a bit of an issue with your character's powers. They're still getting physically and mentally acclimated to these new changes, so expect their telepathy and magic to go a little haywire.

It's almost completely dark outside when the next event of the evening happens. You're living your life when you see it out of the corner of your eye -- it's absolutely hard to miss. What you see is a large lit caravan, larger than even an army tank. It's bright white and shining, covered with golden, ornate details that emanate an even more dazzling sparkle. The entire thing is aglow, and it's quickly coming towards the large bonfire that's been made. It's not rolling across the sand, but instead it's floating, and so is a matching trunk that's sailing along next to a figure beside the caravan. C ▢ A tall, slender woman has also come along with the large caravan, quickly opening the trunk that eventually lands on the sand with a large thud. She's handing out sacks, very similar to the ones previously in the large lobster cage. These contain a parka, a type of candy of your choice, a bottle of water, a large shard from a broken mirror and a letter rolled up and bound with a roll of twine. There are two other thread options associated with this prompt: Genette's top level and her telepathy training post. Around the same time as Genette is handing out this new little goody bag, you suddenly receive a telepathic message. It might seem a little strange at first -- but on that note, what about tonight isn't strange? D ▢ The telepathic message your character will receive is a simple one: Hello. It shows up in text form across your character's line of vision and it doesn't go away until they respond back, though the message that's sent out won't go to the original telepath. Instead it will ping pong to a random person in the group. You've made a new friend! After you've met Genette, she's also got a few more supplies that she pulls out a small door in the base of the caravan. She's insistent that you only get two items, since there aren't exactly a lot of them to go around! E ▢ The last of the starter supplies are being handed out, and these are items that are more cumbersome or rare -- they may not be immediately useful for your character, but maybe you can make use of them somehow, whether eventually in another world or with your power. An electronic/technology: these can be as obvious as an MP3 player, as useless as a garage door motor or as scandalous as a Hitachi Magic Wand. If it can be powered by electricity or batteries, there's a tub of them. They're also partially charged if they don't need constant electricity to work. A fashion accessory: there are a lot of these, surprisingly. Flower crowns, belts, bras, shoes, earrings, other types of jewelry. Your character can look cute while suffering from crab vomiting. Books and stationary: maps of various worlds, books written in a myriad of languages (maybe even one you recognize!), writing paper, ink pens, gel pens, stickers. Any kind of stationary can be found here. Other household items: this can include cleaning supplies, furniture, and other miscellaneous goods. These won't be personal affects from your character's home, but they may be useful! Feel free to come up with unusual or alien items -- these have come from all over the universe, remember!

As the night winds down, it's recommended by Brie that you should probably go to be in your hut -- or at the very least get somewhere inside. There are a lot of people around the camp, however, so it's no surprise that there are a few people waiting around to get their fill of food and supplies before heading to bed. The noise of the new members and the light of the fire have attracted a very large pack of boars, who you'll later find make routine trips to the beach every night. Boar mating season has made the wild hogs rather testy, and the smell of food -- even if it's their own boar brethren -- have made them even more volatile. F ▢ If your character isn't quick to get inside tonight, they're likely to get a boar charging at them. The chances are doubled if they happen to be holding onto a food item. Female boars can leave a few bruises and trample you, but beware the males -- they've got tusks. However, it's not like staying up at night doesn't have its advantages. Once midnight hits, another species of animal makes its regular rounds across the base camp. In the sky, characters can see an Aurora Borealis-like sight. Instead of being dancing green and blue lights, however, the reality is that they are a massive species of space worm, and hundreds are wiggling past on their way to travel back home. They're shimmering and in every color imaginable, lighting up the sky with their magnificent hues. G ▢ The space worms operate outside the natural barrier of the hub, but they still are in close enough proximity to shed a film as they travel. If you're still awake, boars or no, you'll be in the middle of a shower. The film sheds from the worms and enters the atmosphere, creating multi-colored, sweet-smelling mists of worm water vapor. Worm water vapor is kind of weird, but it's also pretty cool. It's also calming, and that's a bonus. Inhale too much and you might become a little too calm.

Comments

[splinten]

[Dirk assumed but he couldn't help but give that answer. So: the actual question.]

I know because I have to be able to 'fully conceptualize' that which I destroy. And it's almost impossible to ever fully understand another sentient being. No matter how much you know, there's more to it.

That isn't to say I couldn't kill someone with it. But the broader, more absolute sense of destruction isn't an option.

[Idly, he wonders about the one person he stands a chance of destroying. He wonders if it would let him.]

[girasole]

It's true. No matter how well you think you know something - or someone - you never do. And even if you think you know them well enough, they're still capable of proving you otherwise. For better or for worse.

[...and then, with a little bit of a laugh, one of those scoffing noises:] Usually worse. Sometimes you get lucky. I'd say let's talk about something else but I can't think about what.

[splinten]

You mean the nature of the human essence and the complexity of ever truly knowing another isn't what you'd consider smalltalk. Lame, dude.

[He picks up two pieces, considering them a moment before setting one aside.]

The weather is out. Askin' after the well-being of our families would probably check out weird. Presumably there are more topics in the world than that, but I don't know if epistemology and the nature of being is your thing.

[girasole]

Families would be a short conversation. [And there’s so much more wrong with the others. Some were more wrong than others, and all of them were wrong in different ways. Very nuanced. Some were more wrong in the sense of, “My friend, you have some interesting hobbies and a very unusual vocabulary and I think I’d need to find a dictionary once you get started. Even with magical translators there’s limits.” Others were more wrong in the sense of, “I’d probably throw myself to the tender mercy of the boars if I had to talk about the weather.”]

Here’s one. Why us? All of us. I haven’t noticed anything in common with anyone brought here.

[splinten]

Same here.

[Or an unpleasantly long one. He likes Caesar's suggested topic; it's interesting and strange and he can speculate about it.]

Maybe there aren't commonalities. We aren't even all human or from Earth. Personality common traits seems like it'd be a miss. So either it's some bullshit in the vein of all of us containing a magical feather connected to the inherent balance of the universe, or she's picking us at random.

[girasole]

I'd like to think of it as random. I know, but most of my life was tied up in destiny and my bloodline and legacy, so, for once...having something be coincidental is a...nice novelty, actually. Nothing tying me to anyone here: the closest I've found so far is one guy who's also from Naples.

[splinten]

[Honestly, Dirk can understand it. He was born from the paradox of fate; he raised himself obsessed with living up to his Bro's legacy. Here, dead, he thinks he might be outside of that. He might be able to choose what his future will be.]

Even if you do find people from home, you aren't caught up in the same network of cause and effect that you'd have in your world. I have a lot of people from home but that doesn't trap me in the rules of where we come from.

[girasole]

And I don't know anyone here.

[It's such a relief to be free from the snare of knowing a shit ton of people and being drawn into destiny! A whole assload of strangers!] So far, at least. Who knows, maybe there's someone I've yet to meet, but what are the chances? Even if they're from the same place as me, that doesn't mean that I know them, or that we're connected.

[...sigh.] That said, I have to get back - there's something important that I need to do. [Return the ring. Die.] But at least, if but for a little while, I don't have to worry about my family's legacy. At least not directly.

[splinten]

You're runnin' the risk on gettin' back to the subject of families.

[It's a slant Texan-wise that isn't inherently consistent; Dirk was raised on General American English courtesy of film. But Caesar referred to his family's legacy. Dirk's accent unconsciously slides into the legacy he inherited.]

So basically, this is a vacation for you.

[girasole]

...you could say that, yes. [He said as he realized oh shit they were about to talk about families weren't they and takes the distraction that was offered to him.] It's not where I would have chosen. For one, it's strange not having a proper sea around...do you know what I mean?

[Take the segue.]

[splinten]

[GOD DOES HE EVER]

Yeah, I grew up on the coast. A lot of my time was spent just diving into the waters or fishing. The shoreline here feels like a shitty trick.

[girasole]

You understand.

[Cue the uncorked salt.]

When I saw there was a beach I thought that, well, maybe something here makes sense. Maybe I died, this was the afterlife, and at least I'd have a beach. And then there was space. [Space.] Don't misunderstand: it looks...nice, and under different circumstances I could do something with it.

[Space-inspired flirting, as an example. Maybe a date by the beach, looking into space.] But I'd rather be able to swim. And, now that you have me thinking about it...what do you think would happen if we threw something into it?

[splinten]

[Caesar, don't go for flirting options. But Dirk honestly agrees with the point. He's more neutral and reserved, and he has mixed feelings about the ocean—about the place he grew up, the endless seas that marked his total isolation.

But space wasn't different, was it? Four hours flying alone in that. This...]

I miss havin' the chance to dive.

[He glances at Caesar.]

There's one way to find out.

[science]

[girasole]

Normally I'd say no, but it's not like I have much to lose at this point.

[Science!] Besides, maybe there's something there. It's space, but we shouldn't be on an island in space in the first place.

[splinten]

[It's worth trying. He stands, searching through his pockets for something useless. All he comes up with is the knitted Peaches, which doesn't do much.]

Do you have anything?

[They'll also have to get past the boars. If Dirk could fly, that would be easy.]

[girasole]

...no.

[Not offhand, but...]

But I met a guy who summoned refrigerators and I...think he left one behind. He also ate the crab. There was a tin of dog food and a box of waffles. We can use that. It's not far.

[But there's also the problem of the boars.]

[splinten]

That's part of it.

[And then there's the boars. Okay.]

How combat-capable are you?

[girasole]

... [...] ... [God, this question stings. It's like taking moist goat vomit to the face.] I'll be fine.

[If his power was to conjure physical salt whenever he felt salty they'd all have been buried in it by now.]

[splinten]

[Well. He is not sure why he is dealing with Lot's Wife right now.]

If you're sure.

[Dirk picks up his sword and hops down from the rooftop. He has his blade out; he moves it in a broad arc, defensive, to discourage the boars. His intention is to scare them off, but if not, he will just have to kill them all.

Look, they aren't as bad as those dumb skeletons.]

[girasole]

[They're not going to talk about it. He's following along. He's prepared to use flash. (Or at least try to - given how Spellbind went so far and how it will go from here he will probably accidentally light up his dick and suddenly there's penis jokes until the day he dies.) And it might be super effective. Who knows. Maybe he'll punch a boar? Who knows. But then...

Three of the boars at the fringes suddenly start to relax, as if suddenly nothing really matters. Odd. It's almost as if some other wildlife like, say, glowing worms were over there, and, in fact, the boars are now very stoned.] Look- actually, don't, I really don't want to punch a pig. Focus on that, but there's something glowing over...there.

[You know, just beyond where two of the boars had given up, rolled over, and were feeling the moonlight on their bellies as they wiggle, legs in the air, because everything will be alright, man. Everything will be fine.]