Day 5 Morning

[wizardseason]

Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon

[ IRL Timeframe: August 28th - September 11th 25th, 2019 ]

The strangest part about the morning of the fifth day is the silence. There's no earthquake like day four started with, there are no horrible hero-kidnapping shenanigans, and there are no glowing cracks in the ground. The cracks from before are, unfortunately, still there. But there's no glow now, no sign that anything out of the ordinary was going on.

At least until after sunrise.

The morning is shaken up by three significant events of varying intensities: The Wizard, Four, and the unknown child that had appeared on the mountain. The heroes could've easily guessed that things wouldn't go smoothly for anyone. With impressive teamwork the previous evening, they'd brought that unknown child to Harsen Island's only actual hospital in Far Haven.

Unfortunately for everyone, the doctors really can't tell much of anything. None of their machines can get a reading of... anything. There doesn't seem to be a pulse, the child doesn't even appear to be breathing. The only thing that anyone's been able to comment for certain is that the child's eye glow matches the glow that everyone had seen coming out of the cracks in the ground. That's not a good sign at all!

Fifth Morning Event: Far Haven: The Hospital.

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The Weather

• Eerily still.
• 72°F / 22°C
• A little hotter today.

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Prompts:

• 06:00am Train Station, Craydon: Anyone going for a walk in the Craydon area is going to be in for a surprise: There's a new crater. Laying sprawled at the center of the crater is the Wizard, unmoving and unresponsive. Standing on the defensive is Ten, and he's already urged several locals away from the scene. Despite wearing a pair of shorts and an "I love the beach" T-Shirt, he's looking surprisingly intimidating with all of his fingers turned sharp as needles. Looks like he's not letting anyone close to the body of the Wizard! For anyone who gets a look, there's a very clear scorch mark like she'd been blasted by something... and whatever that something is, it isn't here anymore. By the time social media has started buzzing about it, the hashtags of #heroeswin and #goodprevails are almost instantly coined to celebrate. Better go make sure the Wizard is dead, heroes!


• 07:00am Train Station Video Stand, Bamborough: Apparently unfazed by the events transpiring in Crayon, Four has arrived at the train station in Bamborough to capitalize on sales in the tourist region of the island. Fortunately for everyone, they're offering the full 9-hero-set of videos for every one of the heroes that had participated in their game shows the day before. There's a special discount for participants: It's free! For tourists it still costs money, but no one's buying it. They'll be visibly losing their optimism about sales opportunities by 8am. And to think, they even put out a tablecloth and designed their own poster to go above them to advertise! Their handwriting isn't the worst!! (They think that, but they're wrong.)


• 08:00am Harsen Island Regional Hospital, Far Haven: When the child wakes up, it happens abruptly and without warning. They sit upright, eyes snapping open to look at the room they're in. Unfortunately for everyone inside, they turn to the window in their room and detonate it. For anyone watching, a visible blue glowing circle appears on the wall a second before it explodes outward. The child hops to the ground a moment later, their feet clacking like glass strikes stone, and they move to leave. If anyone's in the room, now's the opportunity to stop them. If no one moves to stop them, they'll be jumping out of the window.

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Procedure:

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Comments

[eutychia]

"Oh, hundreds of thousands sometimes!" Luka's face lights up as he recalls some of his sold out performances. "There's nothing that compares to that many people screaming for you. If everyone could experience that they'd never question themselves again."

[sustainer]

"Hundreds of...." he mumbles, and there's an obvious tremor in his voice, goose flesh breaking out along his arms, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Just the idea of that many people in one place makes him want to crawl out of his own skin, much less that many people screaming at him.

"Thousands, you said? Guh-- what could you possibly do to get that many people in one place? It sounds... hot."

[eutychia]

"You haven't heard me sing, have you?" He laughs again. "And oh, it can be hot. When there's that many people crowding the stage things sometimes get a bit up close and personal, you know?"

[sustainer]

He shakes his head, answering quickly, "No, I haven't."

Again, he can't help but try to imagine that many people in one place, and it just chills him to his nonexistent bones. "You can't be personal with so many people at once."

[eutychia]

"Well, that's got to change." Though he's been managing fine on his own, Luka reaches to take Gyre's arm. "You'd be surprised. To most of those people, I may as well be the only other person there. They don't care about anything else. Music is powerful like that."

[sustainer]

He allows his arm to be taken, setting a hand thoughtlessly over Luka's as he shifts closer beside him. It's getting to be familiar at this point. They always walk like this together, and he clearly relaxes into the touch. It's easier not to think about giant crowds of people like this.

"I can't imagine it. You'll have to show me sometime," he says teasingly. "Soon, I hope."

[eutychia]

"Ah, I'd love to put on a show. I miss performing." He says with a sigh. "All this monster business gets in the way, though. I can hardly find the time to recover before another one's coming. Maybe tonight I'll bring out my guitar and you can hear what you've been missing."

[sustainer]

"I'd love to," he says, a little purr in his voice. God knows he's needed a relaxing night basically since day one. As long as...

"As long as the whole island doesn't come to listen anyway. Then I might have to get you someplace a little more private first before I can listen."

[eutychia]

"A private show just for you, hmm? What a bold request. Some people would kill for the chance to be in your shoes, you know." Luka taps his chin and pretends to be considering his options.

"But I wouldn't mind that. Some of the best performances are the small, intimate ones."

[sustainer]

He makes a short, amused noise in his throat as he watches Luka pretend to consider. He tilts his head curiously, wondering how the man is going to spin this.

"Sounds nice. I'll make sure not to brag so your fans don't get jealous."

[eutychia]

"Oh, I'm sure they already are." Luka smiles. "But we'll keep this one a secret from them. Just tell me where and when and I'll be there."

[sustainer]

He hums thoughtfully, and suddenly pauses where they're walking, tugging Luka to a stop beside him.

"I prefer to be outside. I have a camp if you'd like to come there," he says, and moves along almost immediately to clarify why he stopped.

"I think I can see where the child ran off. Would you like to come with me?"

[eutychia]

"Yes, I think it's about time I meet them." Luka responds, eagerness in his voice.