Day 6: Morning

[wizardseason]

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.

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The Weather

• A little foggy.
• 55°F / 13°C
• Uh, grab a jacket, it's actually chilly.

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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.

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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.

Comments

[daddykong]

"We can... decide." Garrot approves of the approach, he really does, but he's seen firsthand how difficult Gyre can be when it comes to disagreements or being told what to do. What he's actually hearing is that Gyre will decide what's best and he will get angry if people disagree with him. He was so adamant about keeping the monsters alive on so little (despite the weight of the evidence), so how flexible will he really be?

"What if there's information that directly contradicts what you've learned?" His posture straightens a bit, and a hand moves contemplatively to his beard. This may be the first time Gyre's seen the Monkey Knight act like he's intelligent. But now there are stakes; Garrot's approach since day one has been supporting the group and generally trying to keep them together. And this? It's potentially divisive and counter to his goals.

"Don't get me wrong, I support this, but..." He... takes a half step back, making eye contact with Gyre before closing his eyes and sighing. "What if it's not that simple?"

[sustainer]

Gyre watches Garrot work through his thoughts, his eyebrow rising higher and higher the longer he goes on. The more questions he ask. He doesn't understand his train of thought at all honestly.

He stares firmly into his eyes when they meet, and his expression falls into confused frustration at that last question. What if? What if a lot of things, Garrot. He has been asking questions constantly since that first night with the Wizard, and he still doesn't really feel like he knows what's going on. That's why he has latched on so hard to the knowledge, the unshakable truth, of the monsters' personhood. That's the axis all of this spins on now.

"Then none of us will know that until we've spoken," he says with absolute confidence. There is no step forward for him that doesn't involve finding out what all of them have learned, that doesn't involve him explaining all the pieces he's found so far.

"There likely will be... information that contradicts. The Protector lies. The Wizard might too. There is only a path through if we work together."

[daddykong]

Garrot's brow furrows at Gyre's confidence and utter trust in their allies. With as anxious or afraid as many of them have been, he doesn't expect everyone to see things the same way. These two Knights alone are able to disagree on plenty!

"If things get rough, don't lose your temper. Please." Pot, kettle. But despite his condescension earlier, Garrot seems to have shifted to some more of that genuine concern again. There's a frown, and his ears are definitely drooping comically. He's thought through his approach, so the execution is the hard part. "You won't get people to work together if there's a repeat of our first day or if you punch someone again." Garrot sighs, looking down at the ground for a moment before focusing on Gyre again. It sucks that he's saying all this after that moment, but... Gyre hasn't exactly been diplomatic.

"I'll be there too, so... I'll try to help if I can, okay?"

[sustainer]

Gyre could not roll his eyes any harder or more immediately then he does here when Garrot asks him not to lose his temper. His whole body tenses up and he folds his arms over his chest. He truly doesn't understand how they went form that moment of perfect understanding to this, Garrot making assumptions about how he's going to act before he's even acted.

"I won't know how I'll respond until we're there," he says, flicking his hand slightly as if to dismiss the concern.

"The help is nice, but I'm not sure what you're expecting from the others." He pauses a beat. "Maybe Haizea will fight it, but the others seem to have more care then her. If all but one of us decides to work together, that's as good as all of us working together."

[daddykong]

Wanting to get everyone on the same page is all well and good, but switching from that to being so okay with excluding people on baseless assumptions is, well, ridiculous. Garrot has built more than enough rapport with Haizea to know her goal is to survive and get back to her life. Gyre wants to talk about whether people care, but he's the one hiding in the woods.

"It sounds like you know exactly what you're expecting and exactly how you want to respond." He shakes his head, disappointed. They were fine before, they were great, but now... "I'll meet you at the mountain later."

And the Monkey Knight turns to leave and starts a-walkin'. Gyre is fine. That's great! But it means Garrot's energy is better spent figuring out how to keep everyone else cohesive than just... arguing.

[sustainer]

Well... Garrot will get to feel the heat of Gyre nearly physically detonating in rage on his back then. He cannot believe the absolute gall Garrot has to shake his head like that, and his whole body tightens up like a spring, shoulders rising, hands balling into fists so hard he nearly slices open his palms.

This man just tried to insist that things might go poorly. That he should expect less of his fellow knights. This man started trying to predict the future, which is foolish at the best of times, and when Gyre played the same fucking game and made his own predictions, this fucking man has the pure, unfiltered arrogance to imply that he is the one assuming the worst.

This is a lot of feelings to have all at once. He likely wouldn't be able to say any of them cleanly in his own language, much less after translating it through Amarosian and then into Common.

"You--! 《Fucking》--" is about all he manages, slipping into his own language for that cuss there. All he manages after that is just snarling at him, raising his hands to his face and digging his nails into his forehead to try to calm himself. He can't hit this man. He wants to physically fight this man, and he can't. His shoes nearly screech on the road as he turns with sudden force, and stomps the fuck away. He is absolutely done with Garrot for a little bit!