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pajamabox2019-06-16 05:25 pm
wizardseason) wrote in pajamabox2019-06-16 05:25 pm
Day 3: Evening
Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight
[ IRL Timeframe: June 16th toNo matter when the heroes defeated their monsters, or when the sixth monster was defeated and there were none left, everyone will be treated to an unfortunately familiar feeling. The world of the past will fade, slowly at first but gradually increasing in pace until they pass out to blackness.
Everyone will wake up on a beach, and not a beach in the town their residence is in. Looks like everyone will need to take the train back home or go for a really, really long walk.
More unsettling than that is that every hero will either have a decent suntan or a mild sunburn. Social media is abuzz with comments about the island "going still" and the knights "dead on the beaches". There are reports that all twelve knights and the princess were all defeated at the same time and left on the beaches as an advertisement that the world was over this year.
Naturally, the heroes will realize that they are not, in fact, dead. Better do some damage control, there. Anyone who tried to make any recordings in the past will find that the files are corrupted and unavailable. Looks like whatever happened is going to... stay in the past.
The heroes who are due for an evening visit in the Princess' Dream Citadel or in The Wizard's House will arrive there the moment they sleep.
The Weather
- Warmer than yesterday.
- 77°F / 25°C
- Everyone's in a bit of a panic!
Prompts:
- 05:00pm Beach Wake-up Call: Every hero will wake up laying on the wet sand of the beach. There's waves gently lapping at them, waking them up slowly from their abrupt return from the past. Everyone will feel a little groggy and their clothes will be uncomfortably crusted in sand. Here's to hoping that saltwater and sand will wash out? Make sure to remove the little crabs that have started crawling over you!
- 5:00pm, Craydon: The residents of Craydon are all safely at home up the mountain by now. The only people still lingering around the Craydon beaches are fishermen working to prepare for their sunset runs. The offshore cages aren't going to empty themselves, after all! Fortunately this means they have, and can offer, blankets and hot drinks while they're heading out. It's not much, but they're here to help. At least the heroes are hopefully not alone?
- 5:00pm, Bamborough: The residents of Bamborough are really just the locals, concerned for the future of the world and of the heroes. Instead of waking up alone, they'll find little boxes of dry towels and bottled water beside them. Looks like the residents were pretty sure they were going to wake up at some point because they've left little kits to help them wake up with. It's not much, but it's better than nothing. The boardwalks of Bamborough are empty, with not a single soul out and about. The local shops, though, are pretty much business as usual. They'll immediately bustle in excitement when the heroes show themselves. Also: Free showers near the beach boardwalks! Better get all that crusty sand cleaned off.
- 5:00pm, Far Haven: The city of Far Haven is simultaneously the most cold and impersonal and the most immediately helpful. Each hero in Far Haven will wake up with a little walkie talkie beside them. If they pick it up and reach out, they'll be immediately told to come to the Far Haven hospital for immediate medical assistance. Once there, they'll be offered a free shower, water, hydration, a medical checkup, and a free coupon for the Craydon hot springs. There are even little kits set out for the knights in other towns. But... there's no one to bring them to the other towns, whoops. Guess they're carry-out only?
- 5:35pm onward, Train station(s): The train has a pretty reliable schedule for the evening, ending in Far Haven at 11:25pm. One way or another, the train is going to be how your hero makes their way back home to sleep for the night. Will the ride be uneventful, or will it be spent with others?
• Bamborough: 6:45pm, 8:30pm, 10:15pm.
• Craydon: 7:20pm, 9:05pm, 10:50pm.
• Far Haven: 6:10pm, 7:55pm, 9:40pm, 11:25pm.- 6:00pm, Bamborough: In the outdoor seating area of Slyder's Wizard Sliders, a Wizard-themed burger restaurant in the most touristy area of Bamborough near the waterfront, the Wizard herself is seated at one of the tables under a big umbrella. Despite the big umbrella, she's still wearing her massive hat: Double shade from the setting sun. Sitting on the table is a small wizard-themed drink with little lightning bolts sticking out of the blue liquid.
- 8:00pm, Far Haven: Social media is quick to add the #wizardsighting hashtag to posts made by officers at the police station in Far Haven. The Wizard is seated up on the rooftop ledge of the police station, legs dangling over the third floor edge, surrounded by fireflies sparkling in the night. All a hero has to do is tell an officer they'd like to go up to talk to the Wizard and they'll be escorted to the elevator to the roof. Up you go, heroes!
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.
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"Here" is all he says as he lobs a bottle towards her jacket. It's a cream, labelled For Aloe-tta Sunburn. Garrot apparently trusts Joanna to figure it out on her own, because he doesn't really stop talking.
"How are you holding up so far?" A beat, because she seems kind of done in by some sunburn. Perks of him being covered in hair and sporting genes from a hunter species, Garrot figures. "Are you... doing okay?"
Aside from the sunburn, clearly.
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"We were fortunate," Joanna says instead of answering directly, just yet. "Four of us met, as the monsters arrived, and things got... a bit heated, heh." Who doesn't appreciate a terrible play on words, right?
As for the real question he's asking...
"...It was so strange, being back in that time," she admits after a moment. "I remember those years, and I can't help but wonder why we were brought to the beginning... But," she hesitates.
It's Garrot and he's kindly, but he hates the wizard, and there's things not worth asking or saying. The idea that it was a riddle, that there was something they were meant to see or learn... He might not want to humor that.
Instead, she shifts back to the fight. "But, there were enough of us to focus on one, then the other. We did well. Haizea and Olivia handled the most of it, tearing off the monsters' legs, and putting out the fire. I'm proud of them. Web and I took more supportive roles, guarding and... lookout, let's say. I did get in the midst of it, and didn't get too torn up."
Besides maybe the burns, which might be from the heat of the monsters instead of the sun. It's hard to say. She massages the cream on her arms in circles, over and over.
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"If you or anyone got hurt, you can be honest with me." Garrot nods, calm and solemn. "One of the other Knights can heal people, so I won't get overworked."
But then, as if the medical encouragement had never happened, he keeps going. He can't force any of them to seek medical attention. "What I don't get is why we ended up at the start of all this, before the Wizard showed up, and then the day after the Wizard was beaten the first time." There's a beat.
"I mean, how did those grabby monsters get there when the Wizard was dead?"
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The others might have gotten something... but she'll need a few minutes to remember, the end of that fight is a blur. And besides, bringing up someone else's scrapes may be a good way to divert Garrot from something she doesn't want to talk about, if things veer off anywhere.
"I suppose... Perhaps the Wizard wasn't really dead. Dying and reviving every year is a little less plausible than... playing dead when we'd done well enough. That makes sense, doesn't it?"
It does for her, and not as a freshly alarming thought. She's lived with a certain fatalistic acceptance of the Wizard's impossible power, that the whole contest is a way of testing if the world deserves to go on going... and that their hope for survival is in pleasing the Wizard enough to spare them, not in truly defeating her.
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"Maybe she does die, but she just has, like, a ton of lives. Like a cat!" His eyes light up at that, even though that isn't how cats really work. Things die when they are killed, Garrot. Except the Wizard. "She's like a magic, shapeshifting cat that we get to smash until she learns better than to fuck with us!"
Garrot's eyes are still just as excited and vibrant, and upbeat as before. He is very obviously only staying on this train of thought because it's the Wizard...
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"Like a cat, hmm...? The sleepy kind, I would say." She reaches up behind her ear, on the side nearer to Garrot, and scratches until it relaxes. "No wonder she's wearing pajamas, and looking so... mmm, tired and smug."
It's a strange combination of expressions that the Wizard's been wearing. And maybe foreboding, when she lays it out like that. Is the Wizard tired of this yearly dance, yet feeling secure that this set of knights won't stand up to the trials...?
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"Oh... oh no." He blinks a few times, staring off into the distance. "What if she is like a cat!? And what if the monsters are too?!" His voice is tinged with disbelief, shock, and just a little bit of amusement, so there's some kind of limit on how seriously he's taking this.
"I mean, cats hate water, right? And we got one of the second monsters wet, and it was not happy. And the monsters just kinda do whatever they want. So does the Wizard." A beat. "Should we dump a bucket of water on her?"
Wizard. Not a Witch.