Day 2: Evening

Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight

[ IRL Timeframe: April 14th - April 22nd, 2019 ]

Unfortunately for everyone, the second day's events are far less rewarding than the first day's. Now that things are starting to get real, there are consequences for what's taken place. Both monsters caused a bit of damage and a mess with their departure, but the locals on the island are trying to stay positive. Sometimes things just get messy, they've dealt with this for forty years it's fine.

But the heroes are sure to have a lot on their mind. Injuries mean it's less of a game and more likely to sink in as real. How will your hero cope tonight? The Princess and her two knights are due for a rendezvous with the Protector and, on the other hand, there are some evil-allured knights due for some private time with the Wizard. What will come of that?

The Weather
Still.
61°F / 16°C
An eerie calm has fallen over the island.

Prompts:

05:00pm Clean-up Crews: Both Bamborough and Craydon were left with big neon-green splashes of blood that aren't going to just wash off. Numerous locals in both areas are hard at work cleaning up after the second monsters, scrubbing at buildings and assessing the damage to the island. In Bamborough, the locals are hard at work trying to salvage the damage to the boardwalk or put up caution tape around the destroyed areas. Is your hero lending a hand in all this? Is someone else helping? Bond over picking up the pieces, but hey... it could be worse, right?

5:30pm, Craydon: Despite being largely untouched by the monster's arrival, the citizens of Craydon have dropped by the train station to check in on the heroes. Anyone in the area will be given a small care package of items and offered a free coupon for any restaurant in the area. Will your hero go alone and run into someone who was craving the same food they were, or will they team up with their fellow heroes to drop by a restaurant together? Everyone needs to unwind, after all!

5:30pm, Bamborough: Despite the boardwalk damage, the Bamborough oceanfront diner is offering 'monster margaritas' tonight. They're set up as an open-air bar tonight, doors and windows open to let in the cool sea air. Every hero gets their first monster margarita free if they can stomach the bright green color, and they've got deep fried bar foods for half off. Come in, indulge, have a drink to get your mind off of the events of the day, heroes!

5:30pm, Far Haven: The Far Haven clinic has advertised that its doors are open to any hero injured, or just in need of a check-up, for the rest of the evening. They want to check in on all the heroes and make sure they're okay. Did your hero come alone and run into someone here? Or did they come together to get stitched up? Or maybe they just need to be reassured that everything will be okay.

8:30pm, 9:05pm, 9:40pm, Train station(s): As always, Social media is incredibly quick to report Wizard appearances. At 8:00pm they report that the Wizard is waiting for the train in Bamborough station. She does, in fact, board the train at 8:30pm and they start theorizing where her destination is. Social media points out that her train will be arriving in Craydon at 9:05pm, then it will get to Far Haven by 9:40pm. If a hero tries to find her when the train arrives back in the Bamborough station at 10:15pm, though, the train will be empty. Where will your hero find her? Bamborough between 8 and 8:30pm? On the train in Craydon at 9:05pm? Or when she disembarks in Far Haven at 9:40pm?

Procedure:

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Luka's seated on a still-intact part of the boardwalk, facing the sea. He's dressed uncharacteristically low key tonight, in all black, and he's working on his third Monster Margarita™ -- the color obviously not an issue for him.

He's holding his phone close up to his ear as his screen-reading app rapidly reads off clickbait headlines and trending tweets relating to the day's events. He's half-heartedly listening with his eyes closed, more focused on the salty breeze off the ocean and the sound of crashing waves.

"I cannot believe I've yet to speak with our Princess!" Terrence observes from behind Luka, his tone implying that he's genuinely surprised by the realization. The rabbit knight approaches but maintains a respectful distance for the moment. "I... Hope this isn't a bad time..?" he questions, able to eye the empty glasses as he draws closer.

"Oh! Uh--" Luka starts, fumbling and nearly dropping his phone. "The Princess! That's me, Luka Eutychia, never a bad time!"

He's turned in the direction of Terrence's voice, straining a blatantly rehearsed smile. "How can I help you?"

"Terrence Torrence, rabbit knight," he returns, taking a step closer and offering a sort of half-bow, even knowing that it's largely pointless. Such a forced smile is immediately recognizable to the young CEO, considering how much practice he has at it as well.

To be honest, he'd rather let the man drink in peace... But this is business, not pleasure. "Might I join you for a moment?"

"A pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Torrence." Luka says, beckoning him to have a seat. He seems to have snapped out of his melancholy, or at least managed to bury it deep down enough to put on a convincing facade. "I'm only ashamed it took two days."

"Right? I suppose we were both too busy with our own little crowds," he chuckles, taking the offered seat. Surprisingly, Terrence lacks a drink of his own on this occasion.

"How many of us have you met so far, exactly?" he asks, folding his arms while swiveling in the bar chair to get a better look at Luka. A rather convenient direction for the conversation to go.

"Well I haven't spoken to the centaur yet." He looks deep in thought for a moment. "And I haven't gotten a chance to really talk with Joanna or Web but they were there in Craydon fighting the monster today. That counts as meeting, right? Have you met everyone but me, then?"

"Oh, not at all," he laughs again. "You've met more than I have, in fact! But, I think that makes it all the more relevant..."

Terrence leans in and lowers his voice, though it's more in a confidential/conspiratorial way than anything threatening.

"I realize this might make me sound suspect, but don't you think you should make your knights known to everyone?"

Luka blinks in surprise. He was a little too many drinks in for this type of conversation, but he hardens his demeanor as much as possible given the topic.

"What?" Luka asks, lowering his voice to match. "To what end? I don't want to endanger them so early."

"Much as I hate to ponder it, two of us may... Not be on the same side as everyone else. Think about it - that puts them at an advantage. The Wizard's knights know who one another are, they know who you are, and everyone else is an enemy. The rest of us don't know anyone besides yourself, including the rest of our allies."

Terrence hadn't intended to pile all of this on Luka while inebriated, but now was really the first chance that had presented itself.

"This isn't a game of Mafia or somesuch where they secure a guaranteed kill every night or anything, and we don't even know if both of 'her' knights have surrendered... You're already the highest value target and no one else can disprove anyone else's claims either way."

"You have a point..." He says, sipping his drink and pondering for a minute. "I wouldn't mind telling you. But if you were aligned to the Wizard and this fucked us over? I'd be ruined. At least the world would end shortly after in that case."

A slight frown comes over Terrence, but he lets Luka take the time to consider his proposal. "I'd rather you revealed it to all of us, but I can settle for simply myself if that's what you're comfortable with."

A drink of his own doesn't sound too bad right about now, but... No. Not tonight.

Luka is quiet a moment before finishing his drink off. He leans in closer to Terrence and lowers his voice.

"Olivia and Rory. The only two I really trust." He says, his voice as quiet as he can make it. "Now you know. Do you have any secrets to tell me, then?"

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Matilda had been headed to greet Luka- she's been admiring the celebrity from afar, but hadn't yet gathered the courage to actually speak to him. But fueled with the magical power of a single margarita, plus the leftover adrenaline from the monster fight make her feel invincible and cooler than she actually is.

She's trying to think of what to say as she approaches, only to stop suddenly nearby him as she catches just a bit of what his app's reading off to him. "Awhmahgawd, they said my name!"

"Hm?" Luka turns. He recognizes her voice from the interviews, though they hadn't spoken personally yet. "Matilda, right? You're a celebrity now, almost as big as me."

Well, that certainly earns a good laugh and even a snort, as if he's made a particularly funny joke. "Oh! Imperceptibly! You were so cool to begin with!" She giggles again, and invites herself to sit near him, but not too near. He's still a celebrity!

Luka welcomes her sitting with him and her snort elicits a bit of a smile.

"Are you drinking tonight?" He asks, holding his half-empty margarita glass up.

Matilda beams and raises her own glass back at him— then feels stupid, and holds it like a normal person. “Y-yeah! We kind of have to, when they went through all the trouble of making themed drinks and everything... Though there is something a little disconcerting about it.” She pouts at her own beverage for just a moment. “At least it doesn’t remind me of breakfast!”

"Disconcerting?" He pauses for a moment. "Oh, right, I heard they were bright green. Like the... blood, I guess it was? My impression was that most drinks like this were some bright color, aren't they?"

“Maybe. I’m not sure, I don’t normally drink things like this- but they are fun! I’m glad they aren’t sweet— I was worried that the brim had sugar on it— but it’s salt!” She’s still grinning widely as she talks like a fanatic about the margarita- but that’s the same overwhelming energy she take about everything. “They’re almost the same color as the blood. It’s such an oddity, to see and smell— well! That’s not a very ladylike thing of me to talk about.”

"It did smell pretty... different. I wonder if these would sell more or less if they captured the aroma, too?" Luka laughs, swirling his drink in his glass.

"And, I've known some elegant, sophisticated ladies who talked about blood and guts in my day, don't worry."

Matilda practically chokes on her drink when he asks that- losing any hope of cool she had attempted to keep. "Less! Less! Definitely less!" She's perhaps a little too insistent and loud, but she can't imagine drinking something that smells so...

"Truly?" Matilda asks, quickly distracted. Forget about monster margaritas. "That sounds so exciting. Truthfully, all of this is so new to me! I didn't think I'd ever fight monsters!" She's way too enthused.

"I can't say I imagined myself ever fighting monsters either. Though... to be honest, I haven't really done much of that either. I mostly have just been telling other people where the monsters are, which isn't even that useful because they can, you know, see them. With their eyes."

Luka's immediately embarrassed at having let himself vent to Matilda, even just a little bit. They'd only just really met, after all, and it wasn't a very good impression. He downs the rest of his drink.

If Matilda minds, she doesn't show it- not in her facial expression, or in her voice. "Me either, until today. Though I don't know if poking an extraordinary amount of pinpricks in the monster counts as fighting."

She pauses just a brief moment, before speaking up again, just as perky as before. "Besides! It's not the Princesses job to fight! You've got a way more important job."

"That definitely counts!" He says, raising one arm to casually signal a waiter over. One promptly arrives, and Luka leans in briefly to whisper an order to him before turning back to Matilda.

"You're right. It's just, when I found out I'd been chosen for this, I imagined everything going so much differently. Is this how you pictured it being?"

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