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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.
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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Immediately he sets the menu down on the table, completely unsure what to do with it, and he turns to watch the kid push the plate across the way to Fen. He watches this for a moment, completely unable to stop himself from smiling softly, sadly at them.
"You..." he begins, turning back to the child. "Do you have a name?"
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"Ciqu sefiv." They say, and the waiter is forced to nod and go "Okay?" before rushing off to submit the omelette.
The child pauses for a moment to look at Fen and then over to Gyre. They squint, looking at him like he'd asked a ridiculous question.
"Sxicq." (Zzh-ik)
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"Sxicq? It's... good to meet you," he says, his voice going soft and thoughtful for a moment. "I'm surprised you came back..."
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"Qu qu' iv ci, cifiiv' usfiiv aj aj fi fiiv." They explain, before pausing and looking over at Fen who has just finished the pancake and they blink back.
"Qu ci iv qu?"
"Aj, iv, Qu qu!" Fen answers cheerily before turning to Gyre.
"They can't leave the island so they came back here!" They tell him, practically radiating excitement that they get to share with Gyre.
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"You can understand them, Fen? Is... Are they the person you could hear sometimes?"
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"I can and yes, they are!" They motion across the table at the child who is uh...
...staring longingly towards the kitchen.
Where is their omelette.
They're hungry.
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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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"No, I'm not here to kill you." Luka says finally, his voice uncharacteristically weak in that moment. "Not unless you decided to try to kill me first. I was hoping we could just... talk. I've heard so much about you."
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...messily shove it into their mouth. The first bite crunches through toast, bacon, and crunchy lettuce with loud cronches along with the squishes of tomatoes and lunch meat. They bite once, twice, and on the third the sandwich is gone. It was a full sandwich on two full-size bread slices and they'd obliterated it.
But as they do, the waiter is coming by to take their orders. Sxicq is immediately pointing at the next dish on the menu, the next item after the club sandwich they'd ordered. The waiter hesitantly nods before turning to Luka and quietly asking what he'd like to drink and eat.
And once Luka orders, Sxicq speaks again:
"Aj sefiv us iv."
"No one knows me."
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"Yeah, I'd guess not." Luka replies, finally. "I've only heard about things you've done... supposedly. But everyone has their versions of events. So I really wanted to talk to you, and hear yours."
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When they speak, Luka will still hear the foreign words of an unknown language but he'll understand their words. It's... still unpleasant to listen to, like a grating headache, but he at least understands.
"No one knows what I have done. Do you want to know to control me?" They ask, eyeing him suspiciously across the table.
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"I'm not so presumptuous to assume I could ever control you." He says, between winces. "I'm only human, after all. And controlling you wouldn't really fix my problems, anyway."
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"Quecq icqajsiv aj Ci ecqiv?"
"What problems do YOU have?"
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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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The words come out, they're utterly incomprehensible and foreign. Garrot's traveled the world, and he has no clue what language this is.
"I have no idea what you just said." A beat. He is utterly nonplussed by the teleportation or the arms-crossing or the fact that they're on either side of a table. It'll be easier to spread out their food like this. "But you know what I said. How did you do that?"
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Because they need to be understood. It's annoying to not be understood. And now he's asking them a question about how he did it and they scrunch up their face in annoyance. They wave a hand in the air, clearly sounding incredulous as they answer:
"Azh ig Iq qu icq? Eqh iqgnirizh icq eqh."
The only thing making any sense was the kitchen working hard in the background to prepare two feasts. What the hell, guys, they're gonna run out of food!
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"I still have no idea what you just said. But you know, our phones are pretty cool." He pushes a few buttons and opens a text-to-speech function. "All I have to do is type in the words, and..." He pushes a button, and a robotic voice begins to read:
Hello, hungry! I'm Garrot!
"Since you understand me, maybe you could give it a try?" And then he slides the phone across the table to Sxicq. Maybe it'll work for two highly dangerous and inscrutable beings?
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--before the phone crackles blue and a garbled text-to-speech voice suffers out a single word:
"NO"
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"What?! Why not?" There's a light whine, why's this one gotta be so difficult? "You literally just did it, and you don't even have to do that, you can just push buttons." He takes a few seconds to think, and then with immense and clear but restrained enthusiasm, he keeps going.
"Unless you wanna draw instead?" His eyes keep darting over to the napkins. Come on, Sxicq, throw him a bone.
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And they hold up a finger, blue fire crackling to life around it, before they bring it down to the table.......
.......and they start burning a drawing into the table.
Uh.
Thanks for the idea, Garrot?
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