Day 6: Morning

Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon

[ IRL Timeframe: October 31st - November ~~7th~~ 13th, 2019 ]

In 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.

Sixth Morning Event:: The Fight.

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.

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Come on, Sxicq, he just freaked the fuck out about space. Be more informative then that!!

"The shell of what?" he asks blearily, still shivering a little as he pets Fen's head.

Well last time they tried to be more informative, Gyre had a breakdown.

So they fold their arms for a moment, making sure he's looking at them, before they just point right down at the planet itself. This. Beneath them. This planet. It's the shell.

He is looking at them, but he does not understand when they point at the ground. He looks down after a second, blinking several times as he tries to process what this means.

It's only once he remembers the very first day, the very first conversation he had with the wizard. The world is an egg. There's something inside it. And that's... Sxicq.

"O-okay, so... this is what you're trying to leave? The entire... world?"

They wait for him to get it, and then when he follows with exactly the answer they've been getting to, they finally answer in the one way that confirms his question:

They nod.

Yes. They're trying to leave this entire world.

"Okay," he says, going quiet for a few moments. He nods eventually, looking a little more certain now that he's back in this familiar territory. He knows the big picture but he doesn't understand the details at all.

"Where will you go? What will happen to the uh, the shell when you leave?"

There were no other little details to Sxicq so long as they could leave. But he asks two questions and the answers are very simple:

"Fi aqhecq. Ci ci iqg icqqufinh qunirnhilz quuzh iqgilz."
"Far away. The shell will probably crumble over time."

And if it crumbles, they'll be far, far away from here when it does.

His face darkens, and he thinks back to what the wizard said. They'll have to escape eventually, go someplace completely new. He has to figure out a way to get everyone out if he can.

"How much time?" he asks, and then, after a moment, "What about us?" He gets the feeling Sxicq might not care about them at all honestly, but he has to ask. More information is better then less.

What a strange set of questions. How are they supposed to know?

" Iqg zir' azh. Qu quizh uzheqg fi alz. Eqh nireqh fi nirus alzilz. Zir' riruzh."
"Oh, um, they said they don't know, probably a year? And they said everyone should just leave! Um, and not linger?"

It's clear that Fen didn't match their tone at all. They didn't get all excited or question their statement but Fen sure did.

The tone discrepancy is making him nervous. His own language is more reliant on grammar for tone, and getting over that hump in Common had been an absolute nightmare. His attention flicks between the two of them, but he honestly not even sure Fen would understand if he tried to explain what he's worried about.

He sighs roughly, shaking his head at Sxicq. Come on, kid, work with him.

"How? We can't fly, you know?"

Inconveniently they were using the words of their language with the grammatical structure of common in an attempt to bridge the gap but uh.

There was room for improvement.

"Fiilz zirilz qu ci niriqg."
"They said 'take one of the ships'!"

Fen sounds utterly delighted to share that one, turning slightly to give a happy bounce towards Gyre.

"Yeah, do that! That's a good idea!"

"What ship?" he asks immediately, looking down to Fen for a moment before realizing that they problem won't have a ton of answers for him.

"Why would sailing help? We'll still be here when the world falls apart..."

Edited 2019-11-14 01:44 (UTC)

Right.

They'd nearly broken him by showing him space.

So they decide to point one hand straight up in the air, way up. Away.

"Fi niriqg."
"They said a, um, space! Ship!."

Fen's voice sounds sort of desperate, like they're trying to find the right word for what they mean. But they turn towards Sxicq and get a nod of approval. Yes. That.

He looks up when Sxicq points up, and he stares blankly at the sky for a bit. It hits him all at once what they mean, and he physically recoils from the idea, gritting his teeth in pure animal fear.

"That? That you showed me...? It was completely empty up there." People can't live in space Sxicq.

Sxicq wants to throw Gyre down a hill. How can the people of this world not know or understand what they mean?

They hold up a single finger in the air, pointing at Gyre and then pointing at their finger. This finger is you, Gyre. They then shape a big orb in the air with their hands around the Gyre finger they'd shown. They hold the finger-orb in front of them and repeat:

"Niriqg."

And then they lift their hands up, raising the orb-- and a blue orb floats up out of their hand and starts floating up into the sky. That's how. Inside something. Gyre. Does that make more sense?

They look insistently at him, expecting him to understand. A ship. A space ship.

He watches the orb float up into the sky and he's utterly chilled. He'd rather die then go up there again Sxicq!

"And we'd just float around up there on a ship? Forever?" he asks, sounding utterly horrified. This is a man who doesn't understand that planets exist in space and can be traveled to. Space had just been a big empty void with points of light for the brief moment he saw it, and trying to imagine living there, even in a ship, is uh the worst.

Sxicq stares at Gyre for a moment as he assumes just the worst things possible about this? They look slowly down towards Fen and give a brief comment for them to pick up on and explain.

"Eqg eqh ilzaqgfiaj sqifiilz khfiilz qu iqg."
"Oh, um, I get it!" Fen answers them before turning towards Gyre and smiling with delight as they explain:

"They said that's a way to travel! You go up, you go somewhere, you land! Like a... ship!" They explain, delighted, glad to bring it around to 'ships' again.

Gyre does not understand that space is big and that there are things in it. But Sxicq looks irritated and Fen is still happy. They both seem utterly calm, like this idea is not complete and total nonsense which it definitely is.

"Are there... places? To land?" he asks hesitantly. Is this what the Wizard was talking about? "Do you want us to follow you?"

"Iqc."
"They said there are a lot!"

They answer, first, before shrugging slightly.

"Uqh ivk. Uzhfi' eqh aqhrailz.."
"And they said you could, but it's your choice."

Edited 2019-11-19 00:59 (UTC)

He purses his lips, nodding just slightly.

"Who are you going to go with, Fen?" he asks softly, reaching over to pat them on the head.

Fen pushes up into the head pat! Heck yes! Head pats were the best part about having a head! Seriously, the best!

"I'm going to go with... you? Probably!"

"Is that what you want?" he asks, tilting his head at them. He has no idea how they're going to respond to this line of questioning, but he hopes it'll make them think a little.

Then he glances up at Sxicq again, watching their face for a few moments.

"Have you been... up? there? Before?"

Fen nods excitedly. That's exactly what they want! Gyre is fun, and staying near him sounded like as good of a plan as any.

Sxicq, on the other hand, narrows their eyes and answers plainly:

"No."

...

"They said 'No'!" Fen chimes in, delighted.

But. Did they just answer in common?

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Day 6: Morning

Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon

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