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.

First Night Event: Bamborough: Everyone invited.

The Weather
Starry Night.
64°F / 18°C
Quite breezy, all the trees are rustling.

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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?

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"Yeah, it's... it's pretty hot." Garrot sounds a bit deadpan at that. But, he takes the opportunity he's given to improve things. His coat, mostly draped over his shoulders, is easily shrugged off. And then he looks at Gail, a bit embarrassed.

"Do you mind if I take some of this off real quick?" The look in his eyes shows he's a little desperate. "I uh... didn't realize I was running a bit on the volcanic side until you said something, and I don't want to just start ripping off my clothes!" HR would have another field day since he's representing MurtaCorp. Can't have that.

But he is going to loosen and remove his tie before tucking it into his jacket pocket.

"Oh uh, of course not! You look like you're going to die of heatstroke so! Please take care of yourself!" Gail said and he wasn't kidding. He did think Garrot looked pretty steamed in his outfit.

"Why are you wearing a suit in the first place? It's not, a fancy event right. Oh god is it? I've been dressed like this the entire time!" Yeah just, make up a conversation and stress yourself, the true Gail way.

"What? No!" Garrot sounds amused that Gail thinks there's formality to fighting for the fate of the world. He's trying not to laugh! This horse is silly. "I just wanted to make a good impression on people!" And then he starts stripping. Not in a sexy way, more of a sweaty and gross kind of way.

"I mean, when people look at me," he trails off for a second, unbuttoning his vest, shrugging it off, and draping it over his shoulder. "...they don't see a doctor." Then he starts on his shirt, which has more buttons. Despite the claws and him being a brute, he makes it look like reflexes.

"They see a big, scary monster with teeth and claws." The shirt comes off, joining his other clothes over his shoulder. Then he scrunches up his nose a bit at his undershirt. "Yep, that's dead." And then a clawed hand pierces the fabric, tearing the drenched article from his body. Since it's sticking to him, Garrot kind of spins around awkwardly for a moment, giving Gail a full view of all of those tattoos of his, especially the bloody tally marks travelling down his spine. He's not gonna just wave a sweaty, torn shirt at his new pal so of course he's facing away!

"I want to make sure you all aren't scared of me, is all." And then in a few motions, he's draped his button down over his shoulders. One hand has his clothes, the other the tattered remains of that t-shirt. "You know what I mean, right?" He sounds perfectly content, as if everyone has to deal with being typecast as a savage brute.

Gail breaths a sigh of relief. Thank god, he was getting worried for a second there. Though now he just feels embarrassed about the whole thing.

When Garrot starts stripping though, he realised he has no idea if he should look away or not. It would be rude to stare but Garrot was also talking to him. He was making this more complicated to himself and resulted in his eyes constantly changing where to look. This horse is a mess. He does however notice the, claws and especially the tattoos which look scary as fuck and oh boy he's sweating out of nervousness again.

"Uh, yeah of course!" You asked this from the worst person Garrot, the one with horse anxiety. "Wait you said you are a doctor?"

Garrot could sense the anxiety from Gail. Wasn't like it was difficult to see the centaur's discomfort while he was spinning around or trying to act like he didn't just slice through fabric.

"I mean yeah, but..." Garrot sees a chance to really drive the point home! "What do I look like I do to pay the bills?" His eyes go wide and his ears start to droop a little. "Do I even look like I pay bills?" He seems incredibly curious as to what Gail's response will be. This is totally a game to him.

God what was he supposed to answer that? What DOES a person who pays their bills look like? Gail was so much in debt it was hard to exist in general but did he look like that? He didn't know.

"Uh, yes? I didn't mean to be rude, sorry! You just, don't look like a doctor, which isn't a bad thing of course! But I just mean that it's not something I would assume first hand but you probably pay your taxes like everyone else haha. And bills!" The rambling was getting off hand again, can you tell he's nervous? And not hiding anything at all!

Garrot is convinced he could sneeze and Gail's soul would run right out of his damn body. It's both endearing and absolutely hilarious. He has to keep going with this, it's the best laugh he's had so far!

"Nonono, it's not rude, you're fine!" He's smiling when he says it, trying to be warm and accommodating and definitely not also trying to hold back a laugh. "I mean, you look like you're..."

Garrot's eyes turn teal for a moment, solely to confuse the poor horse. But it fades a half-second later, and his eyes are scanning Gail's body. Tropical shirt, fanny pack, sunglasses, no pants or shoes... And so Garrot smiles. Analysis complete!

"You look like you're either in tourism or you're a model." He nods vigorously! "Who better to help tourists in Farida than one of the locals? You look approachable," anxieties aside, "you have nice hair, and you've probably got a beach lifestyle blog where you tell people about nice places to eat and where the tourists aren't."

And then he claps his hands together and starts grinning. "Your turn! Do me, do me, and you can't say doctor!" He's as excited as a preteen and completely earnest.

Gail didn't know what he expected when Garrot seemed to just, analyze him out of the blue. He shifted awkwardly, he wasn't really used to this... Good god. But then he spoke and oh god, his face was burning red and he actually had to hide his face in his hands. He had never been complimented this nicely (well maybe he was when he was drunk but... So were the others) and he couldn't really handle that.

"Um. Thank you. For your kind words. Uh. I, uh, thank you really. God." It was clear this was something he wasn't used to. Thinking Garrot's words though, maybe having a blog would be nice? He did know lot about Faridas, party life. And other nice places. There was an oppurtunity.

"You? Oh, okay. Ummm, well.... You look like... a bodyguard? You know, since you're big and look strong, probably good for protecting people. Or maybe a hitman? Wait no that's bad-"

As Gail starts to melt from the compliments (they were just facts and observations, gosh!) Garrot absorbs those emotions and just looks more and more pleased with himself! If it wasn't late at night, Garrot would think Gail had sunburn! And then he'd have to get the poor guy some cream for that, but. Details. But as the focus shifted to the doctor, to being a bodyguard, Garrot just starts flexing. If he's big and looks strong, he may as well act the part! They're having fun! This is fun!

Hitman. There's a pause in Garrot's motions, and then he keeps flexing, this time with a wrestler-heel-esque evil grin. Like it's practiced. Because it is. He's going through some of the motions for his Marauder routine. "No no, it's fine! It's how you think I look, so there's no bad answers!" He does another pose and oof, he cracks his spine a bit! So Garrot pauses. "And I mean, a hitman and a bodyguard are just two sides of the same coin." He takes a breath, realizing he should've limbered up a bit first. He's getting old.

"So, what do you do?" His eyes go wide with interest again and he returns to a more normal posture. Continuing all that nonsense will only bring misfortune. "I mean, if I'm actually talking to a model, that'd be so cool!"

Garrot didn't seem to mind his words, at least since he seemed to be having fun flexing. Which DID make him seem even bigger and stronger so, you know, fitting.

But then he grins like that and oh dear Gail is scared for a second. Did he actually offend him? Yes? No?? No he seems to be just, amused?? "Oh..." is all he can manage to say.

Well before Garrot asks him what he does do. Oof. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but, I'm not a model. That's uh, not realistic, nor possible. Thank you though." Gail says, still feeling bit flustered about that. "I uh. Work at a sun glasses kiosk... And do deliveries, both uh, food and packages. Anything that pays."

Garrot's entire act, even the enthusiasm, fades in a moment as Gail tells the truth. His ears start to comically droop, because that all sounds so...

"Boring!" He scoffs, and rolls his eyes, still looking as if he got caught in the rain. "You're gonna be..." His tone shifts, and he's smiling again! "...set for life after this, man! You're helping save the world." He gestures with his arms open wide, towards the world. This is what you're saving, Gail. "So fuck doing whatever pays, you can do whatever you want!" And then he pumps an arm into the air in victorious enthusiasm.

"Whoo, yeah! So what do you wanna do?" Just gotta get the Horse Knight pumped up, excited for life after all this. A life of possibilities. Better than a life that ends abruptly with death by monster, obviously.

The way Garrot just, deflated made Gail visibly deflate. God he really was a boring person wasn't he? No wonder his friends only wanted to party with him. Maybe he should get drunk again? Wait, no, that was a very bad line of thought.

Though when Garrot starts talking about life after he perks up a little. God, set for life? Really? Well, he supposed Knights live well after they save the world but he wasn't sure, he didn't follow any of it. There were movies though?

"I... I don't know. It's just been a party after party after party. And a lot of work. Endless circle of same things. There hasn't been a lot to want so I guess I just don't know what I could even do."

"You? A party animal?" He raises an eyebrow and looks at Gail like he has three heads. He's so quiet and nervous and doesn't seem like he'd be the sort to be caught dead at a party. "That sounds like bullshit." He even rolls his eyes, but then shrugs it all off.

"You know, when I was your age," he starts, before flopping his butt down into the sand like a child, "I was pretty torn about what I wanted to do with my life. Could probably help you brainstorm if you wanted." Either way, Garrot doesn't look like he's getting up anytime soon. His legs have done enough today.

Gail crosses his arms. "You'd be surprised what few rounds of alcohol do to people. Also my friends like to party a lot, so I often go with them. Farida has very diverse party culture I'll let you know!!" God why was he getting so defensive all of a sudden? And talking about this like he still did it? He was going to quit the party life. Hopefully.

"I, guess help would be okay? I figured I'd just go back to my old life. Just, trying to survive and live." He says. He really hasn't thought about future.

Garrot crosses his arms, getting defensive as well! It's more to mimic Gail than actual offense, which is clear in his tone. "Did you forget I'm a doctor already? I know what drinking does to people better than you do!" Of course, he also knows that if he drinks, he gets a little... fiesty.

"Plus are you even, like, healthy?" He squints, and brings a hand to stroke at his beard. "I mean, too much partying can be bad for your health." He is pretty aware that Gail is a nervous guy and that might freak him out, but... what better way to make him think about his future?

Gails tail swished back and forth a few times. He wasn't annoyed, just very defensive. And Garrot seemed to get on the defense as well which didn't make the situation better. "I know you're a doctor!! It's just, when you spend most days at clubs and other gatherings for six or so years, you became aquantanced with lot of people being really really drunk!" Himself included.

Though when Garrot asks about his health, his crossing of arms changes more like to hugging himself. "I'm..." How can he say that he stopped drinking like, a week ago and were going through a lot of withdrawls? The hands shaking was there again.

Garrot wants to shout about how clearly they both know what drunk people are like. They've both been around drunk people and been the drunk people. But that's tossed out the window when Gail's talking just stops. He doesn't answer the question about his health at all, not even a dismissive little I'm fine like the doctor expected to hear. So he stands right back up and makes his way to Gail's side.

"Hey, are you..." Garrot's not sure what to say, but he sees those hands shaking so he wants to say something. "Are you alright, Gail? Do you maybe wanna sit down?" He looks around; they're alone. "You can say whatever's on your mind, I mean-" He chuckles just a little, and starts to smile. "Doctor-patient confidentiality means I can't tell anyone." Anxiety and stress are totally medical conditions, after all!

Gail does actually want to sit down and does so. Well, technically he's laying down because horse body but who cares. He's quiet and thinking about Garrot's words. It's true that he's a doctor... He wouldn't tell anyone... He probably would know better than him what to do in his situation... And honestly, maybe telling someone would make it better? He didn't know but he needed to tell someone. Might as well be someone with maybe capabilities of help. Right?

"I'm..." He started, before hesitating. He took a deep breath and tries again. "I'm. Doing better. Maybe. It's, very hard. Not, not drinking I mean. I've been dry for a week? Uh, ever since I found out about the Knight thing. But it's really hard and I have the temptation to take the bottle everyday but I don't want to do that. This is the one chance I have to get clean and I can't screw it up. I'm just... I'm just afraid I'm not strong enough..." Yeah okay you can see this is something that has been in his mind for a long time now.

Garrot gives a faint smile as Gail sits down. He's doing well enough to listen and react, which is good! But the things he's talking about? Heavy stuff. Very not good. It's not incredibly surprising given all the talk about parties, so...

"You're probably stronger than I am!" Garrot's got a warn smile on his face as he says it, too. "I mean seriously, you know who looks at a gauntlet of monster fighting with the world at stake as the time to sober up? A badass, that's who!" And then he wraps an arm around Gail's back, pulling him into an awkward half-hug. But then he looks puzzled for a second, because...

"Why is this your only chance?" Truth be told, it seems like the worst time to go sober. Gail is a badass monster for wanting to try, but talk about hard mode.

Gail gave out a weak laugh. He couldn't really imagine being stronger than Garrot, well, ever. He didn't feel strong at all, more teetering on the edge and ready to fall at any second.

"I wouldn't put it like that. I mean, what other options I have? Run around here drunk and get killed by a monster because I'm not sober to notice the danger? Or cause trouble for others with my drunken fumblings? No, I can't do that." He tried his best to explain, before getting caught unguarded by the kind of awkward half hug. Which honestly wasn't That Bad.

"I... Well... I wouldn't be able to do this back home. I don't have that kind of, chance, there."

He just gives a knowing nod as Gail lists all the reasons why drinking right now would be bad. At least he's being realistic about it. But then there's that new little tidbit that makes Garrot's arm stay wrapped around his friend.

"Is Farida bad for you?" It's almost a rhetorical question, he's just hoping to get some more information. "Why don't you just leave? Go somewhere so you can get sober?"

"It's. Not bad exactly it's just..." Gail starts, and then sighs. Might as well continue opening up, there was something really carthartic about it.

"I don't have any resources to go anywhere else. And my... friends are there. I suppose. Even if I did move I would just be alone."

"Well..." Garrot trails off, bringing a hand to his chin. He's worked with people without resources or support, like his kids! So this isn't really that daunting to him at all. "It's a good thing you're a Knight then!" He's beaming like the sun. "I mean, you're gonna be famous and you're friends with Knights from all over the world! You never have to go back to Farida again, if you don't want to." That half-hug gets a little more squeeze to it.

"I'm sure we can figure out something, Gail." Again, Garrot is hardly intimidated. If he can inflict blunt force trauma on Zafika with raw optimism, he can do the same to this centaur. "You can totally do this!"

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Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight

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