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Day 6: Morning
Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon
[ IRL Timeframe: October 31st - NovemberIn the typically quiet town of Craydon, most residents know that the beach is only a short walk away from the train station at the base of the mountainous region they live in. They've constructed a long wooden path out to the edge of the sandy area, with a number of benches available for any residents. Typically there are a handful of locals either walking, relaxing, fishing, or ocean watching on this normally quiet and uneventful beach. But today, at sunrise, the Wizard and the Protector are on the beach. The Wizard has made short work of sending everyone away but a few have remained to post it to social media.
It's a stalemate, for the most part. For every blow one flings, the other parries it. For every shout, there's one in return. Most unsettling, however, is that they're arguing in a language that isn't native to this world.
Far Haven isn't having an uneventful morning but it is having a quiet morning. The Hospital is looking better after the events of Day 5, the front doors are now available for use and a construction team is hard at work undoing the damage that had been done the previous day. It's definitely not fixed yet, but it's clearly on the way.
That isn't the big event that's drawing people's attention, though. Six, today's monster, has borrowed a chair from inside the hospital's lobby and placed it in the courtyard right outside the front doors. He can be found sitting, one leg propped up over the other and showing off one of the cowboy boots he's wearing, with a clipboard leaned up on his leg. Two of his arms are sitting on the armrests, casually drumming like he's impatient. Two more arms are folded across his front, and the last two arms are holding and writing on the clipboard. His yellow skin is bright as the sunlight hits him, but he's clearly ready for the sun with a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes. Are there multiple eyes under there? He's wearing a cowboy hat with a white bandana around his neck and thick hair(?) bound up in a ponytail dangling off the back of the chair. This monster's a cowboy!
Oh, and there's a huge double-headed axe propped up against his chair. Can't forget that, that's scary.
Bamborough is a strange blend of eventful and not. The Child's boat is back and social media has made no secret of where they headed: Breakfast. The Bamborough Diner, a staple location in the tourist town, has been serving them meal after meal all morning. They're on their sixth meal, stuffing pancake after pancake into their mouth. They've been using the diner's picture-filled menu to order item after item and they haven't repeated one yet. It's time to EAT!
But with all this happening, surely the heroes won't be up to anything else? There's definitely no reason why the Wizard has suddenly chose to go toe-to-toe with the Protector this morning, right? No way, no how.
There's definitely a reason.
The Weather
- A little foggy.
- 55°F / 13°C
- Uh, grab a jacket, it's actually chilly.
Prompts:
- 06:00am The Beach, Craydon: Today, at sunrise, the Wizard and the Protector are on the beach. The Wizard has made short work of sending everyone away but a few have remained to post it to social media.
It's a stalemate, for the most part. For every blow one flings, the other parries it. For every shout, there's one in return. Most unsettling, however, is that they're arguing in a language that isn't native to this world.
The heroes can try to get close, but they'll eventually find a barrier in their way. Is your hero here? Are they talking to others? Is there anything they can do? Or do they know more about what's happening than they've told others?- 07:00am Harsen Island Regional Hospital, Far Haven: Far Haven isn't having an uneventful morning but it is having a quiet morning. The Hospital is looking better after the events of Day 5, the front doors are now available for use and a construction team is hard at work undoing the damage that had been done the previous day. It's definitely not fixed yet, but it's clearly on the way.
That isn't the big event that's drawing people's attention, though. Six, today's monster, has borrowed a chair from inside the hospital's lobby and placed it in the courtyard right outside the front doors. He can be found sitting, one leg propped up over the other and showing off one of the cowboy boots he's wearing, with a clipboard leaned up on his leg. Two of his arms are sitting on the armrests, casually drumming like he's impatient. Two more arms are folded across his front, and the last two arms are holding and writing on the clipboard. His yellow skin is bright as the sunlight hits him, but he's clearly ready for the sun with a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes. Are there multiple eyes under there? He's wearing a cowboy hat with a white bandana around his neck and thick hair(?) bound up in a ponytail dangling off the back of the chair. This monster's a cowboy!
Oh, and there's a huge double-headed axe propped up against his chair. Can't forget that, that's scary.- 08:00am Bamborough Diner, Bamborough: Bamborough is a strange blend of eventful and not. The Child's boat is back and social media has made no secret of where they headed: Breakfast. The Bamborough Diner, a staple location in the tourist town, has been serving them meal after meal all morning. They're on their sixth meal, stuffing pancake after pancake into their mouth. They've been using the diner's picture-filled menu to order item after item and they haven't repeated one yet. It's time to EAT!
- 0?:00am General Post, Anywhere: Are your characters interacting elsewhere? Are they texting everyone? Put any threads here that don't fit elsewhere with the time and location in the subject.
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.
06:00am The Beach, Craydon:
It's a stalemate, for the most part. For every blow one flings, the other parries it. For every shout, there's one in return. Most unsettling, however, is that they're arguing in a language that isn't native to this world.
The heroes can try to get close, but they'll eventually find a barrier in their way. Is your hero here? Are they talking to others? Is there anything they can do? Or do they know more about what's happening than they've told others?
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The Protector is especially interesting to her, as she'd missed out on seeing him in person before. What's his deal?
07:00am Harsen Island Regional Hospital, Far Haven:
That isn't the big event that's drawing people's attention, though. Six, today's monster, has borrowed a chair from inside the hospital's lobby and placed it in the courtyard right outside the front doors. He can be found sitting, one leg propped up over the other and showing off one of the cowboy boots he's wearing, with a clipboard leaned up on his leg. Two of his arms are sitting on the armrests, casually drumming like he's impatient. Two more arms are folded across his front, and the last two arms are holding and writing on the clipboard. His yellow skin is bright as the sunlight hits him, but he's clearly ready for the sun with a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes. Are there multiple eyes under there? He's wearing a cowboy hat with a white bandana around his neck and thick hair(?) bound up in a ponytail dangling off the back of the chair. This monster's a cowboy!
Oh, and there's a huge double-headed axe propped up against his chair. Can't forget that, that's scary.
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"Interesting." He speaks, his voice a deep drawl.
"What weapon do you see?" He asks, clearly referring to the--
It's no longer an axe leaning up against his seat. It's a longbow with a quiver of arrows laying at the side of the seat. It looks well made, some kind of dark or stained wood, with red engravings throughout its main surfaces.
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However, she did NOT expect the sixth monster to already be hanging out here. This one looks tough, and she starts to go for her brass knuckles in her pocket... before making herself let out a sigh and relax. If they're gonna fight, then they'll fight. No need to force it, that didn't help with Four, and all her willingness to fight didn't get her into one with Five. She can learn.
"Cool axe," she says to Six, with a nod.
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The axe is gone. Instead there are six pairs of silver knuckles laying in an organized pile on the stone where the axe was.
"So you see an axe?" He asks, a small smile appearing on his face as he peers out from behind his sunglasses.
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"Hey there!" Luka says, a fake peppiness to his voice as he walks up to where Six is seated. "Seen a lost sword around here? About this long? Opalescent? Stunning?"
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Or at least it sounds and feels a lot like that sword.
But he leans forward in his seat, the material crinkling as he looks at the princess.
"Oh? Is that the weapon that royalty uses? Something... Opalescent? Something stunning?" He questions, repeating the same words that Luka had used.
A moment later there's the soft scribbling sound of a pencil on paper as Six hastily writes those words down for his future use. What good words.
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He could browse social media. Many hours after the fact.
Bursts of tiring, medically aided sleep meant that by the time his doctors gave the all clear, Garrot was plenty restless. It doesn't help that he's wearing a stupid novelty t-shirt and simple pants since his own clothes were messed up from the explosion. He'd have to drop by his own place as soon as possible, so he could-
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Garrot is absolutely exasperated as he sees a new, non-Ten monster. With an axe. Next to the hospital. That's already been wrecked a lot. "You know, you're putting the hospital in danger just being here! Go somewhere else!" Think of the sick children, Six!
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"Is that possible? I'm not even wielding a weapon!" He sounds more interested than he does concerned about the danger he's being accused of being.
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08:00am Bamborough Diner, Bamborough:
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The child catches his eye immediately with that giant stack of plates and the way the waiters don't quite seem to know what to do with them. He pauses there outside the restaurant, hoping briefly that he's caught the end of the meal and they'll come walk out where he can talk to them in the air like a normal person. A second later, a waiter walks out with another plate, and he sighs deeply. Resolves himself to go into this stupid building.
And then he forces himself to enter, ignoring the waiter who tries to seat him, and walking right up to the kid's table. He pauses there... and then sits in the booth opposite them. He watches them for a moment, glancing at the dirty plates they've already been through. He uh actually has no idea how to start this conversation. Hello child.
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"Omigosh, you're a knight! Welcome! What can I get you to drink?"
The second thing that happens is that he sees Fen now sitting in the booth seat across from the Child. They look positively bubbly in this moment, and the child gives them an acknowledging nod before pushing their remaining pancake on a plate over for Fen to devour.
What now?
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He asks to be seated at the Child's table as he makes his way in. As Luka approaches, he feels a rush of feelings: curiosity, apprehension, excitement. He's momentarily at a loss for words when he finally gets seated.
"I'm the Princess." Is all he can think to say.
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Except that he'd declared himself the princess. So then they decide to speak, their voice is unmistakably questioning as they ask:
"Quecq, ecqus ci fiiv aj qu iv?"
But Luka will be treated to something alongside those words. Like a splitting headache, like someone driving a nail into his brain, he'll understand what he'd heard. It's like the language is being forced into him, a jagged shape being crushed into place to make him understand.
"What, are you here to kill me?"
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But also, he's fucking hungry. Hospital food sucks, even if you could sneeze and own the hospital. So here he is!
"Give me the entire Carnivore Family Feast." The words are measured, tense, as if he expects the staff to doubt his abilities when he's a seven-foot-tall beefy bugbear. But then Garrot takes the seat right next to the Child, turns towards them, and just stares with a bemused little look.
"Looks like you're doing better." He'll be nice and warm for now... and they can discuss the merits and dangers of collateral damage later.
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But Garrot sits directly beside them and--
There's a crackling blue flicker as they're suddenly on the other side of the booth. They teleport themselves away from him and reappear with their arms folded as they look over at him.
"Iqg zir' azh eqh."
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0?:00am General Post, Anywhere:
A Brand New Seth?
So pretty much anyone can grab him aside to try and catch up with him, as well as discuss the changes to his behaviour.
Early AM, Texting & In Person
I have something I need to show you. It's important. It's about this game we're all trapped in.
Gyre spends much of the morning sitting on a bench on the main street of Bamborough. He looks vaguely uncomfortable the entire time, watching anyone who gets a little too close to him with a wary eye. When he's not eyeing people though, he's on his phone, brow furrowed as he actually puts effort into figuring out how this damn thing works. At last! What a change!
As the sun gets higher though, he's going to start wandering the island, trying to track down every single Hero, especially anyone who didn't answer his text.
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He holds his phone to his face as it reads back Gyre's text before he taps a message back in return:
Something to show me? I hope you don't mean literally. I'm not the best man for that job.
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Something new?
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If the text didn't come specifically from the complimentary phone all knights were given upon arrival, Terrence would think someone was just messing with him. Gyre was pretty much the last person he expected to receive a text from on any given morning. Thankfully the rabbit knight is an early riser himself, so the reply is nearly instant.
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Re: Early AM, Texting & In Person
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Throughout the Morning, Around the Island
[ Far Haven, Super-Duper Early Morning ]
[ While Garrot was roused to wakefulness by a text from Gyre, and he encountered Six right outside the hospital he still had to get to his place, change into clothes that weren't absurd, and get on with his day. Maybe he's encountered en route to his house in Far Haven, before he's changed, or maybe sometime after, when he's... Garrot why?! He's kept that shirt, but he's gone with a blue dress shirt overtop that isn't dark enough to block the blood splatter pattern on the t-shirt. The buttons from halfway up the shirt are undone, showing off the I'm Fine to anyone who looks. Cheekiness aside, he does still look rather out of it... ]
Alright... now what?
[ The Train, Mid-Morning ]
[ Garrot eventually has made his way to the train, and is riding it towards Bamborough. As he has in the past, he's again using the opportunity to make some phone calls. ]
Are you fucking kidding me?! [ Yikes. Someone's not happy. ] Of course I don't know anything else, I was unconscious. [ A pause. A response? ] Why would I call you if I could barely form a sentence?! You're honestly stupid enough to think- [ Another pause, this time Garrot clearly stops mid-response. A hand moves to one of his temples. The pain and discomfort is obvious in his tone. ]
I should've said something. I'm sorry. I'm still not feeling great, I'll... I'll call you later. [ He takes the phone from his ear, and Garrot's breath gets shaky. ] Love you. [ And he hangs up. As if a dam burst, he slumps forward. His head in his hands, it looks like he's nursing a migraine, and all he's willing to do is sigh deeply.
Looks like someone isn't as fine as he wants people to believe. ]