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[OPENING] island hub - day 1

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.

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.

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.

a letter rolled up and bound with a roll of twine

Genette's top level

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?

Hello.

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!

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.

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I didn't ask for this.

[Which, okay, sounds a lot more childish than he strictly meant it to -- but the fact of the matter is that this whole thing just kind of appeared and refuse to disappear, and didn't even have the grace to come with a manual or anything. If anything, at least glowing is straightforward.

He doesn't voice that, though, despite the torrent of follow-up yelling, because Caesar is right on all of the above and... mostly now he's not sure what to do. Only that telling him not to move immediately makes his ear start to itch, and he sort of sways in place a little as his balance tries to leave the building. He's frozen in a semi-surprised pose that he adopted when the freezer part of the fridge vanished, so it just kind of looks like he's making jazzhands at Caesar and his semi-frigid friend.]

It... usually happens if I think about it. But I don't know what else the crabs do.

[Not to mention that telling him not to think about refrigerators right now with a decapitated one and the general mess in front of him is, well, see above.]

Edited 2017-07-14 06:35 (UTC)

The reason why I don't want you to move is that if I open this-

[And he does so.]

And you wave your hand and make it vanish...who knows? You might take my hand with it.

[And then Caesar looks inside of the fridge-] There's a box of waffles?

[Really?]

Oh... I don't think it would take your hand.

[At least, it hadn't bisected or otherwise dissected any of the crabs he'd been trying to transport earlier, and that experiment had been a lot more haphazard. Okay, that's not strictly true, since haphazard is just about all he's doing right now, where he doesn't know what the hell is happening but everything is still seafood's fault.

He's going to have trouble not side-eyeing seafood after this. Anyway.

He still doesn't move, though, dutifully holding his weird pose and twitching a little as the itches multiply. Also now he kind of wants to sneeze, but that's probably an even worse idea--]

--Waffles? Waffles sound normal.

[Everyone keeps waffles in the fridge, right?]

You realize that we're talking about a refrigerator that materialized from...

[Fuck if he knows.]

...hamon and the ether. [Sounds legit. Anyway, he's taking out the waffles, which were frozen but are now partially thawed because someone decapitated the fridge. He's taking a step back...] Now you can move.

[Go for it, bro.]

I don't know what hamon is. But if you don't trust it, are you going to eat waffles from it?

[He's more curious than offended; so far he and those he's met have been happy enough to throw themselves at the anonymous refrigerators' mercy. Sure, he's had his doubts, but when you're suddenly spirited away to a deserted island, you don't look a gift fridge in the mouth.

The only casualties so far have been some landscape, Lenka's dignity (and a few other people's dignity, maybe), and a number of crabs. So he's going to keep playing refrigerator roulette, provided nothing too crazy happens in the next little while.

For now, he's going to scratch his nose and all the other places he was using all his considerable determination to keep from scratching for the past couple minutes. It's such a relief that he gives up and just sits down on the sand with a sigh. Caesar's got the run of the fridge.]

No? We just ate.

[And that's not even getting into the fact they're slightly thawed waffles, and, thus, probably a little gross. Edible, but not necessarily the sort of thing you dig into.]

...honestly. [And now he's gotta ask-] Are you...already hungry? [He's pausing midway through investigating the fridge to ask. There's a tin of partially used dog food in the back, but as Lenka isn't one, amazingly, he's not going to be crass enough to offer it.]

Huh? No... I'm not hungry.

[In fact, he's like... the opposite of hungry. Not quite queasy, but nothing looks particularly appetizing -- soggy waffles aren't helpful either. And really, can he be blamed for assuming about said waffles when Caesar made him freeze in place for like 30 seconds just to get to them??]

If you're not going to eat them, what're you going to do with them?

[He's a bit invested now. That being said, he would have no real idea what to do with dog food, besides maybe stash it for emergency rations. So that's probably for the best.]

Leave them.

[And he shoved the soggy waffles back into the fridge.] We can't take them with us - they're frozen, or were frozen. And I doubt anyone would be hungry at this point. Did you see the people in the bushes? [The ones vomiting their hearts out.]

... Okay.

[It's not like there isn't more where that came from, and possibly less soggy specimens, though it might take him a while before he produces another waffle-ready fridge. Instead, Lenka reflexively looks around the area, but there are more trees than bushes here. It has been noisy and he'd seen some people run off, but...]

I didn't look in the bushes. [that seems a good way to run into boars] Is it something else the crabs did?

If you didn't see what was happening in the bushes then you probably don't want to know about what was going on in the bushes, and, yes, I believe it was something else the crabs did.

[Source: he, too, puked.] Do you feel like...what does it feel like to summon one of those things?

If they aren't even good for food, I guess we'll have to chase them out.

[Why does that need a rationale. What good are crabs in a bath house.

Lenka tries to think about the feeling of summoning a fridge without actually summoning a fridge -- there's still that half of one sitting there, and he feels like only mishaps would result from his trying at the moment. But. It's hard; so he turns away from Caesar altogether and gently reaches out to tap at the ground.

Then immediately scoots backwards.

Which was a really good idea because the summoned fridge crashes into the top of a nearby tree and then makes a really nice crater in the ground--

Which is great, because he didn't manage to crush himself; not so great, because he spent more time running away from the fridge than figuring out how he summoned it.]

... I'm going to chase the crabs out. [it's a promise now] The summoning is--

[And that's when a second fridge crashes onto that last one out of nowhere, one of them flies open and now there's just... corn. Everywhere. Popcorn, anyone?]

[NO? And he blinks alight, startled, and it's like he's a Pokemon and used Flash.

It's super effective.] You reckless moron! I'm never talking to you again! Never!

[This is a lie. He will. And he splutters because he's getting hit by some stray corn.]

[Great, now he's unhungry, startled, corny and half-blinded, all he needs is a cherry on top. Lenka's thrown up a hand to shield himself from the lava lamp Caesar's creating more-or-less next to him (yes, he did scoot that far, kid can move when he needs to).

Once he can see again and Caesar's done yelling:]

Ah, sorry. [it's a little bit grumbly because that wasn't reckless, that was answering a question; still, there is an awful lot of corn] But if there are three refrigerators now, then that means there won't be any more, so--

[They're safe. Theoretically. Technically, there are 2.5 refrigerators, but Lenka gestures to the Leaning Tower of Fridges in front of them anyway.

Note: The 0.5 fridge has vanished sometime between the others arriving and Caesar's on switch. He hasn't realized this yet.]

Edited 2017-07-27 04:42 (UTC)

[He mirrors that gesture. Lenka gestures. Caesar gestures. They're gesture buddies.] And that's supposed to make me feel better? You don't even know how your powers work, do you? Or did it say 'can only summon three refrigerators from heaven'?

I... only got this power today. [so no, technically he has no clue about the ins-and-outs beyond what he's tried himself; but] I don't think anyone knows everything. But I've tried it. Against the boars, and the crabs.

[And with others in the coven, a little bit. Usually it had gone smoothly, so of course when it goes awry it has to go really awry.]

I've never seen more than three.

[And that's when he sees the empty space behind them, freezes for a moment, and then... puts his gesturing hand down carefully.]

... [...] ... [And then he turns around. And sees the empty space.] You're really reminding me of someone I know. He's an idiot.

Just because magic doesn't make sense doesn't mean I'm an idiot.

[He may be entirely out of his element in every single way possible, but he's still not going to take that lying down!!

... Just sitting down, I guess. I mean, he does think momentarily about getting up just to put his hands on his hips and emphasize his point, but he should also probably listen to practicality this once. That, and he's likely to step on one of the multitudes of corn still rolling around; they're basically having a non-standoff in a corn field at this point.]

I'm not calling you an idiot because magic doesn't make sense. I'm calling you an idiot because I'm not sure if I will die to a refrigerator falling on my head or not, and that's your fault.

[To punctuate the point there's a couple of ears of corn rolling over there.

...funny, they don't seem to be moving just because of gravity or momentum...it's almost as if something's moving them around. Something porcine, with tusks.]

The refrigerator is magic.

[This is a really stupid argument.

Luckily, here's a distraction! Not-so-luckily, they've managed to attract a good amount of hairy intruders with their experiment in kitchen appliances; the pigs are focused on the corn right now, but it's still a little difficult to go anywhere. As established, the ground is a bit of hazard here, too.

Still, after staring at the boars for a little while, Lenka manages to get to his feet, moving slow and careful. It figures that too many fridges would start attracting the animals -- it's just that he's never quite gotten into this much of a pickle with them.]

... We should move.

[He's picked up an ear of corn.]

...yes, I know. [THIS WAS SO STUPID HE HATES YOU SO MUCH.] If they start chasing us I'll...try...to distract them. Ready?

Okay. Use the corn.

[With that also somewhat ridiculous directive, Lenka nods for them to start their... getaway from boars. The only thing he did was summon refrigerators on command, so Caesar's general displeasure with everything and the universe is felt, but taken in stride.

They have more important things to worry about!

Like the fact that in trying to take strides absolutely as quietly and sneakily as possible away from the pigs (hey, the fridges are good for cover...?), Lenka wobbles a little. Manages to accidentally kick an ear of corn. And the thing is, it's never just one ear of corn. Let's just say they're on a slight slope, and that ear hits another two ears, which hit another three ears, and pretty soon there's just some kind of minor tsunami of corn and sand going on. This is not a legitimate use of corn.

The boars are going to notice....]

[And that was when one of the pigs looks up and makes a distinctive snorting noise that-]

Run.

[They're going to end up a tree or something, aren't they? Aren't they? You are the worst. Why is everything that happens with the two of them so terrible?]

[Look, if you take into account Lenka's luck, and then Caesar's luck, it's pretty obvious why this is the way things turned out.

Lenka hasn't let go of the ear of corn despite his brief stagger, and upon spotting the pig pawing at the ground and turning its tusks towards them (oh boy), and the other pigs starting to snuffle at their comrade -- he tightens his grip on it and takes off at a dead run. For the most part, he's nimble enough to avoid further corn...

And anytime he trips over one, he's back up in a flash. The good thing is that while the boars have started moving, they're just as penned in by the corn as their prey.]

I don't know where we're going...

[It's half to himself; they're getting further into the forest at this point.

... There's still some corn here.]

I don't know either. I really don't know where we're going. You're never eating the crab ag- up.

[They're apparently going to be walking into a pig nature documentary and need to climb this thing which is a tree and-...

...

...wait for a while.]

I'm never eating crab again.

[Lenka feels the need to re-confirm this before spotting the tree that Caesar wants them to go shimmying up -- at least they've gotten away from the palm tree line at this point or this would be considerably more difficult.

As it is, he's already rather slow and indecisive at getting up that tree -- first of all, this is probably the first time he's ever actually tried climbing one -- but any pigs that try to jump for him will get beaned by the ear of corn he's still holding before he tosses it at the rest to slow them down.

The corn taketh, and the corn giveth away.]

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