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| Event | Jun 24 2017, 10:23 AM Post #1 |
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The beach was nestled into an inlet on the island, surrounded by a varying array of other sights. To the left, cliffs rose up out of the water, the sea crashing relentlessly against them in bursts of white foam. To the right, the sand slowly gave way to grass and sparse trees. With the right visibility, you could just make out the edge of a forest. And before the tree line, something rose up out of the sand, something too well-formed to be just a rock. ... Did it just shimmer as the sun caught it at the right angle? Straight ahead was a range of hills, rising higher and higher as they approached the cliffs, culminating in a large, rocky mountain in the middle of it all. Somewhere between the hills and the forest was something entirely different. The problem was, no one could tell what, as it was entirely shrouded in fog. |
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| Blair Stone | Jun 24 2017, 10:49 AM Post #2 |
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Lady Shimmer
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When you finally lay down to sleep - and abandon your senses, willfully giving over to the disbelief and insanity of the night - a curious dream shall spring to mind as if from shade itself. It runs over your thoughts and leaves in its place a scene oddly familiar... Fee, fi, fo, fum- "Attack, attack!" Blair launches a set of animals in the air at him, familiar fuzzy faces of stuffed children's toys. They hit her brother, towering many stories over her, in the face. Fluffy the bunny is followed by Lucky the dog, followed by sparkles, thousands of them, sticking to his face and clouding his vision. Far below the Giant Alec, he tries to chase after his sister as she runs farther, farther away from him, hopscotching this strange, neon, glowing playground. But his Dancer sister is wearing tap shoes for all the glitter in his eyes, making it easy to follow her sound - laughter, sharp iron raps against the playground cement, tap, tap - Don't let her get away Alec, what would your parents think? But then again, they aren't here, are they? Blair isn't the only one who ran away. She's dizzying you as ever, running a long a brick (yellow) road in a spiral and singing songs of Catholic guilt, far bawdier and louder than you want your fifteen year old sister to see. She probably shouldn't be looking at what's in the corner of this village either. There's Sid - who wanted to dearly to come - there's Jesse - and there's another you, sandwiched between them, engaged in acts that are making your sister blush and squeal. She launches more animals, besetting them on your lovers as she cries with faux fury, "Don't hurt my brother! Alec, why are you shouting? Are you in pain? What are they doing!?" More sparkles. "Alec, are you okay?"Blair whispered, walking over to him as they followed their navigator. The sun overhead was blistering, making her quietly bemoan the pale skin from both mother and father. But she had other things on her mind right now. The first was the box she still had kept hidden and tied to her leg like a garter. She was feeling guilty. Had they crashed the ship? Was Apollo trying to give them something to stop it and because they failed to find him... The second was making sure her brother was okay. "Because I dreamt that Jesse and Sid were hurting you and while I know they would NEVER..." Alec's ears had gone as read as Dad's did sometimes as he whispered her name with a great big fat 'oh' in front of it, like "oh blair", which was far from the first time he had done that and it never got any better. "What?" She huffed, trying not to trip over a root in the sand. "They weren't hurting me." Wait, so he'd had the same dream as her? She looked down, her fingers brushing over the stone in her left wrist, an exact mirror of her big brothers. Her eyes were narrowed. "But you were moaning and groaning something fierce." She protested, deciding it was far from the strangest thing that had happened recently that they might have the exact same dream. His ears were getting redder. "Blair, I don't know what's more shocking, the words coming out of your mouth or the fact that you don't know what the words coming out of your mouth refer to." Wanker. Why was he speaking in code? What did he mean she should know what that was? They'd been... Her halt disoriented those behind her, knocking one into her. Blair paid this no mind as she gasped, wide-eyed, hair a snarled rats nest of sand and leaves in the wind, and laughter. "THAT'S sex?" |
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| Daniella Faye | Jun 24 2017, 11:52 AM Post #3 |
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Befana
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The books in your head could destroy me, she laughed with her hands behind her head, feet dangling lazily from her bed. These are my heart, the woman replied with a smirk playing on the corners of her lips and a stray curl falling down her face, so don't you dare break them. You sit up, you reach for her, you tell her it's okay, all okay. You braid flowers in Lila's hair and sing the song. It was all the inheritance your mother had left you both as you weave stories into each strand, wrap each petal around your finger-tips, around hair she must have painted, for the strands were multi-colored, ethereal, yellow, then green, then red, then gold, then muddy brown again, you told your sister not to play in the woods, you told her... No, it was sand in her hair. Sand, not mud, it was sand and salt and a ripped red ribbon, and Lila was looking bemused at her, trying to read a runic scroll. "Awake? C'mon. Family gave orders," Lila winked. They walked the beach trailing after a navigator, relieved more than they'd say aloud to feel the sun beating down on them, drying out drenched clothes and warming the chill they still felt deep in their bones. "Who braided your hair?" Daniella asked, eyeing what looked like a fresh braid. Lila gave her a strange look, then answered with hesitation, "Devin. Can you read this?" Taking the briefest glance at the scroll, Daniella shook her head. "But that reminds me we should pick up as much as we can as we go. I already found something else later last night..." "I found -- well, made a drawstring bag," Lila said, holding up canvas she'd fashioned into a bag with a piece of ribbon around it too. Ah, that was how it got ripped. "What did you find?" "Part of a map?" Daniella held it out.
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| Genevieve Rapine | Jun 24 2017, 12:57 PM Post #4 |
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Genevieve and Irene had, in fact, gotten up to go explore the island. Map in hand, they walked over a convenient sandbar and stepped right onto a beach. The beach of this island was practically larger than the entirety of that tiny islet. Joined by a few other people, they could space out, and it didn't feel as crowded. Gen liked it, but something about the place made her nervous. Maybe it was the fact that there was so much she couldn't see. Maybe it was the odd, tingling energy in the air. She played with the bracelet on her wrist nervously as she looked around. |
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| Event | Jun 24 2017, 12:59 PM Post #5 |
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As you approach the beach and scan the area, your eye might first be drawn to the mountain. Sure, mountains are impressive, but rocks are generally less captivating than fire. And it's one of those you see, flickering like a beacon, part of the way up the slope. Maybe you stay on the beach. There's plenty to see here. It's unknown quantities up there, after all. Or maybe it draws you in like a moth to a... Well, you get the picture. Are moths generally known for returning triumphant? |
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| Darrell Avenier | Jun 24 2017, 03:17 PM Post #6 |
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Ambassador Avenier
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Darrell rarely remembered dreaming, but this morning it was different. He'd been reliably told by Nadia that everyone dreamt, so it wasn't that he did not dream anything, it was that he literally dreamt of nothing. Emptiness, void, an absence. Frankly, Darrell was more surprised than anything that he managed to sleep. He'd lost all his possessions -his trunk, his satchel, his wineskin- and the entire crew had perished. Maybe that's why he woke up in the morning, dizzy and nauseous. That and the dream, and maybe this new rune he apparently shared with his sister, one she identified as Tiwaz, named after the god Tyr of law and justice. Amalie was much more concentrated on the runes than he was. She was off clue-hunting with another party. Darrell was following Daniella and Apollo. And apparently, following the fire like moth to a flame. "That's a bad idea." |
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| Daniella Faye | Jun 24 2017, 03:57 PM Post #7 |
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Befana
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"Aw, Darrell, where's your sense of adventure?" Daniella asked. She had kissed him in relief of their survival, but no on as of yet had appeared to comment on it. How uncharacteristically private of this court. Maybe there was an upside to the deaths. If they didn't notice, that was for the best. Still, she was worried - her cousins (and Olivier) had gone to the other beach. "Fire means life," she pointed out, reasonably, ignoring the rune in her hand as she tried to fix her hair, "Maybe people with food. Maybe more survivors. They could be sick, injured, may need help." Edited by Daniella Faye, Jun 24 2017, 04:20 PM.
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| Alec Stone | Jun 24 2017, 06:25 PM Post #8 |
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Child Of Time/Stowaway
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"I can't believe you were raised-" Alec was going to say the 21st century but caught himself and changed, "in London, around our friends, and you didn't know that until now." Alec was also mortified that of all ways to find out, she had to find out this way. Hopefully they wouldn't have more dreams. They were children of a Seer, after all, but they had never shared dreams before that night. It was probably because of the crystal tattoos they had on them. Once they got back to future and they still had these on them, their parents were going to kill them. And how come no one knew where they were? Stupid 17th century. Alec missed the future where Google Earth always knew where you were, taking pictures of you unexpectedly. He wished he had a GPS. "Blair," he nudged her with an elbow and the pointed as an angry Apollo joined them on the beach. They hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Apollo on the ship and after last night's events, he and Blair had fallen asleep on the sand almost immediately. Now that he'd had a chance to think about it, he doubted Apollo's intentions, past and future Apollo. He must have known what he was sending them too, right? "Should we even give him the box?" |
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| Irene Burns | Jun 24 2017, 06:44 PM Post #9 |
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Mrs. Claus
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"We need help," Irene pointed out to Daniella, clutching the other part of the map. A fire didn't hold that much interest to her. They had managed a fire last night and there was plenty of dry wood on the new islands and some people had already begun to fashion tools and weapons out of them. But one thing was certain, she was not going to spend another night sleeping in sand. Also, she was really hungry. "So maybe we can help each other, if there's even anyone there. And if there isn't, the map says there's a man made structure past it! And I don't know about you, but these skirts weren't made for hiking up mountains." |
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| Llian Eppes | Jun 24 2017, 06:50 PM Post #10 |
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Llian had gotten up early that morning, had walked the beach on the islet to see if any of their other belongings had washed up, and had searched the entire islet for something useful. That had been unsuccessful, and he was already at this particular beach when the others arrived. Two of them, he noted, had pieces of a map. And they were all contemplating a fire up in the mountain. He had been as well. "I don't know," he mused, "I think it might be worth checking out. You never know what's up there." He glanced over at the women's outfits, thinking Irene was probably right about her skirts not being ideal. "Maybe we could split up," he offered. "I'll climb the mountain; you can look around down here." |
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