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pajamabox2019-03-11 09:05 pm
wizardseason) wrote in pajamabox2019-03-11 09:05 pm
Day 1: Evening
Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight
[ IRL Timeframe: March 11th - March 18th, 2019 ]The first day has come to a close, the only things left to do are get some food and get some rest. Fortunately the residents of Bamborough are hosting a party to congratulate the heroes on their first victory, unfortunately it's running for several hours this evening. There's only so much time for sleep. What kind of balance will your hero try to strike?
Unfortunately for everyone, the evil-allured knights will be treated to a rude wake-up surprise when they finally go to sleep. No matter when they finally set their head down to rest, they all wake up at the same time, in the same place. Only the evil-allured knights will have access to this post, click to see if you've been chosen.
The good-allured knights, meanwhile, are free of a visit tonight with the Princess and the Protector. The two of them, however, are due to have a chat. Questions have to be answered, after all! He's dressed in his usual attire:
He's the same height as Luka with dark skin and vivid blue eyes that match the color of the sky. He has wicked winged white eyeliner to accent his eyes and curly black hair with white tips piled on top of his head, it's a wonder how it stays up there. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he's wearing a pajama robe that looks either blue or silver depending how it's touched or how it moves. Most importantly is that he's got brass knuckles on both his hands, like he's ready to fight. But he's not here to fight, he's here to give a whisper about what comes next.
The Weather
- Starry Night.
- 64°F / 18°C
- Quite breezy, all the trees are rustling.
Prompts:
- Bamborough Party: To celebrate the defeat of the first monster, a full banquet is being held near the beach in Bamborough. Unlimited food, unlimited drinks, and most importantly of all was a small stockpile of blankets, sheets, pillows, and toiletries to offer any knight who might've forgotten something on the way out here. Naturally, every item is sponsored.
- You're all over Social Media!: Videos were successfully taken of all twelve knights and the princess during the first battle, and now the world is abuzz about what happened! What are they saying about your hero? How did they even get this footage? Or worst of all, how bad are they dissing your camera skills for those that recorded themselves?
- A late night walk: The first day is over, the first monster is dead. How's your character holding up? Do they seek out support from a fellow hero? Do they spend it alone? What kind of night are they having now that it's all real?
- A late night meal: Anyone leaving the Bamborough party late enough will be able to spot that a local late night ramen shop is open for business. If your hero hasn't quite eaten enough, they can drop by for a bite. But be warned, a certain sleepy villain is getting a bite to eat herself. Care to share a ramen bar meal with the enemy?
Procedure:
Reply to the appropriate toplevel comments for events below. Indicate if a post is a private conversation with "Private" in the subject otherwise all threads should be open to interaction with others. Plan OOCly how you'd like to toss everyone around.
Bamborough Party
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After he's escaped the party, he can be found at the edge of the water for awhile. He made it just out of sight of everyone, where the electric light begins to fade into proper evening moonslight, before he became utterly entranced by the water. He hasn't gotten to see the ocean in forty years, and he's perched on a rock that leans over the waves. His boots are off and tucked against the stone, and he has his feet dipped into the water as he slowly eats the food he snagged earlier. His gaze is shifting idly between the moons and light reflected off the water and the rhythm of the waves, and he's definitely lost in thought, not noticing anything else around him for now.
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He sits down carefully on a rock about five feet away, and part of him just wants to run, to give up and go home for the night. But then what's the point of asking for advice, or deciding he wants to keep people safe?
THUD! The noise is somewhat metallic, because its coming from the base of that thermos that just clonked against the rock. "H-hey..." It's dark, so he's announcing his presence, loud and clear. No use in scaring anyone.
"Can... can we talk?" He sounds sad when he asks the question, and that's because this entire conversation is painful and it might go wrong and he hates that possibility.
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As he arrived to the waterfront he noticed Gyre. Oh my god someone else had the same idea? Oh dear, he hope he didn't bother him...
"Ah, sorry. I didn't realise someone else was already here... I can uh, just leave."
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No, no, Terrence is just making it rain. Champagne!
Still dressed up as earlier but sans jacket and tie, the CEO of one of the largest companies in the world is now overseeing the festivities from atop a table, one leg hiked up Captain Morgan-style upon a chair he's dragged up after himself. From this perch, he's dual-wielding bottles of horrifyingly expensive blanc de noirs. Having popped the corks simultaneously he's now hosing down the crowd immediately surrounding him, all the while cackling boisterously.
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Except now he was being hit by actual champagne. Which was sending very bad messages to his brain. Oh god this was the worst.
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Those seeing her at the banquet will see an unusually dispirited looking Rory: still with a smile on her face, but noticeably lower energy than earlier. She cleaned the dirt and foliage off her before her arrival, and had a change of clothes (now wearing joveralls (jean overalls) and an orange tshirt), but there are some surface wounds on her arms, still. She's sitting somewhere and replenishing her energy with the free food.
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“And that was only number one!”
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i like to imagine she's pronouncing those brackets
don't call me out like this
[callout intensifies]
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“We got the monster, yeah!!!! And no one died, we can DO THIS!” She exclaims, and the party cheers in response.
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"I miss you all to death, kids, but I gotta leave soon. Gotta make sure nobody gets too drunk." And then he takes a swig from a flask, prompting audible shouts of protest from his phone. Garrot's eyes dart away, their gaze tracing to each and every one of his allies that he can see. They're fine for now. "What?! I'm not drinking, promise! It's tea!"
And then recognition clicks in his brain and he waves towards the closest allied face he can see. And then he's using his outside voice. "Hey, come taste this and tell my kids it's not whiskey!" A harmony of three shouts of "Oh my god, DAD!" echo from the phone. And then the voices just start laughing..
Re: Bamborough Party
Though he still seems extremely tired...he seems to be doing a little better than earlier interestingly enough.
He takes a deep sigh before heading over to the pile of pillows and blankets. He had a couple of his own but...more was always better.
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Unfortunately, the banquet is, a little too energetic for them, so they take a little bit of food with them and go find a quieter corner for them to temporarily retreat to. Yeah, they're still bad with crowds, and hearing people whispering about them being one of the nights that had caused the first monster's death, shudder at the memory of the monster's blood and its scent.
They hope no one is watching as they bring their hand up closer to their face, and proceed to stick out their forked tongue. They want to make sure that the scent of the monster's blood is gone, and this is a guaranteed way to make sure. They're quick to pull their tongue back into their mouth, and sigh in relief when they can't smell a trace of the monster's blood. Thank goodness. It had been such a disgusting scent, they would have hated it if it had lingered on them. But now that they don't have to worry about that, they can just focus on listening to the chatter around them, and nibble a little on the food they have on their plate. They'll try to spot the Knights they haven't had time to talk to in a bit, and the princess too.
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He's had a change of attire, of course -- into the one he'd planned to debut during the first monster fight before it so rudely crashed the party earlier that day. It's an eye-catching, if perhaps garish, zip-up jumpsuit adorned with silver sequins. He's still wearing the crown from this morning, and is currently adjusting its position on his head.
"Exactly how many calories would you estimate this at?" He asks a server across the table, picking up the cake regardless.
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They did...not perform well, and it's actually getting to them a little! They don't know how to fight outside of headbutting things, and this is going to require more than just headbutts. They suppose this will need more headbutts. Or something like training.
Either way, they're lingering near the salad, a bit worn out from the day and back in chill, quiet mode. If anyone passes by, they just smile faintly and wave a little. They're also feeding any seeds they find to Aq, after a quick online search to see if said seeds are safe for roosters. Hey, Aq might be magic, but better safe than sorry, right?
You're all over Social Media!
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"Daaaamn... Don't look even kinda' cool here..." he mutters quietly to himself, pausing a reupload of Garrot's recording from earlier in the day. He then makes the worst decision possible by scrolling down to the comments. "'WaS tHiS fImLeD bY a MoNkEy?!' It in fact was, you philistine XxXYeetusSkeetusXxX, which should be obvious to anyone affording attention... Learn your knights!"
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Gail closed the phone immediately. By god he hoped none of the other knights would see this, this was, so embarassing.
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After all, only the knights can harm the monsters and wizard, but anyone can pitch in with ideas.
Whether it's detailed analysis suggesting plans to coordinate the knights' powers and general fitness, criticism of their performance, sexual solicitations towards the new saviors, or someone finding another reason to complain about the corporations now so invested in sustaining the existence of their world - for a profit - there's plenty of buzz online.
And after just a little socializing, Joanna is in a corner, fixated on her own phone, scrolling through comment after comment. 'anyone see the goat knight?' 'She didn't join the fight' 'Cunning new strategy for goat knights: just don't fight, you'll live longer' 'YEAH EVERYONE WANTS THE APOCALPYSE' 'its ajoke'
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A late night walk
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He's playing a weird mix of folk tunes and lullabies and his own noodling, steadily iterating on the notes as he searches for half-remembered songs or tries to come up with something unique to him. Most of these songs don't have words. Even when they do, they're never in Common or Amarosian, though for the linguists in the room, wild elf language has pulled a ton of loan words out of Amarosian. You might be able to pick up a vague idea of what the songs are about. Maybe.
He mostly settles for speaking his lyrics when he has to, but every now and then, the song catches him up and he tries to actually sing. It'll be clear in those moments that while he knows the technique of singing well enough, his voice is too weak to actually hit the notes he wants. He tries though, with this unfettered comfort. He definitely does this kind of thing a lot, and he can hardly bother being ashamed that his voice and his play aren't perfect. The music is the important thing, and if other people hear him and come over to join him then all the better, in his opinion.
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After figuring out that she caused the rain that washed away the first monster’s blood, she’d initially felt disappointing. Was her power REALLY just the ability to summon rain? She’s gonna find out.
The rain had started when she’d just thought about a shower, so....... maybe it’s that simple? Maybe all she has to do is think about it? She closes her eyes and thinks about rain. It takes a minute, but before long, the night sky clouds up above her, and a light rain begins to fall.
“Huh...”
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But Garrot is training. He's alternating with terrifying competence between activities, fully absorbed in his work. The pushups are more like punchups, with his fists moving to shove him into the air long enough to clap every time he reaches the top. His yoga-equivalent movements are precise and- wow, he's that flexible? Weird. And his staff makes no noise as it gracefully slides through the air...
But then the good doctor pauses, taking the staff in both hands and air guitaring while he headbangs. Would he do that if he knew he had an audience?
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Unfortunately, things are still... a bit quirky. She's showing up in places around the island she shouldn't. Maybe she's crash landing in the bushes outside of your temporary home, or she's suddenly hanging out in your bedroom with you. Or if you're on a walk, she's suddenly there too, or-- the possibilities are endless. And awful. It's night time and Matilda Hamilton is everywhere.
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A late night meal
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When she pulls back the curtain at the entrance and spots the Wizard there, though, she utters an "oh HELL no," and starts to turn right back around.
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