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

[eutychia]

Upon waking, Luka had felt a suspicious presence: the distant pull of a monster, unusually early. He recalled his meal with Ten, another monster who'd appeared outside of the usual times and hoped that this one might be as pleasant. Either way, Luka was curious, and so he made his way to Far Haven.

"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?"

[wizardseason]

As Luka approaches and declares the sword he's missing, he'll feel a sudden pull to that exact sword as a gentle sound of clattering fills the air. The former axe that had been leaning against Six's seat has now become the sword and that sword has now slid off and fallen on the ground. There's a particular sound that such a decorative sword makes, and this is that sword.

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.

[eutychia]

Luka notes the sound of the sword and it's magnetic pull, but doesn't make a move to reach for it just yet. Picking the sword up off the ground seems beneath him in this moment, and he doesn't want to make that kind of impression.

"Absolutely." He responds without hesitation. "There's a certain majesty to wielding a sword that most other weapons lack. You don't see a king on his throne with a pair of brass knuckles, do you? Well, maybe if they're made of gold."

Luka winks.

[wizardseason]

Six is well aware the things that Luka has done with a weapon, if Luka went for the blade he'd find himself in a new situation. But as Luka mentions brass knuckles, he'll hear a soft clinking that he would easily recognize as something metal droppong on something metal as the sword turns into brass knuckles.

"Are you royalty, Princess? Should I bow like people do in stories?" He asks, his voice entirely curious in this moment.

[eutychia]

"You could say I am a type of modern royalty, maybe." Luka ponders. "The Princess title is nice but it doesn't come with the same kind of reverence. Maybe to some people it does, though."

He takes a curious step forward. "What are you writing, there?"

[wizardseason]

"I am developing a character." He answers, sounding entirely pleased about that fact.

"Though I do not know if they are a hero or a villain yet." He sounds thoughtful, before adding...:

"Do you think modern royalty makes a better hero or villain?"

[eutychia]

"Oh, fun!" Luka claps his hands in excitement. "A character for a screenplay? Or a novel?"

He seems to momentarily forget it's a monster he's speaking to as he's caught up in the new topic.

"A villain." He says, with barely any consideration. His voice is low and conspiratorial. "Power attracts evil like decay attracts the flies. All the wealthiest, most influential people? I guarantee they've done unspeakably heartless things to secure their place."

[wizardseason]

"For today's show!" He answers immediately, and there's some rapid scribbling as he writes down the recommendations that Luka has about modern royalty's role in all this.

"So you would say... they're standing atop a pile of bodies?" He asks, hoping for a confirmation of such a good plot point. He's still writing notes on his page.

[eutychia]

"Yes, that sounds accurate." Luka confirms. "What kind of show is this, exactly? My last major television appearance didn't go so well."

[wizardseason]

"Oh, no." He says with a momentary confusion as if Luka should've known.

"You're part of the audience, of course!"

[eutychia]

"Oh." Luka replies, face falling. "You know... I'm not really the audience type. My place is on the stage."

Luka? Not the star of the show? Unheard of.

[wizardseason]

"There's no room for more than one in a one man show, and you don't have enough arms to make it a two man show!" They explain, a definite smile on their face.

"You'll come see it later today anyway right?"

[eutychia]

"Fine." Luka pouts. "It would be nice to have more arms, though. I could play guitar even better, and wear more rings."

"I hope your show isn't too reliant on visuals." Luka points to his eyes. "Not much to see, unfortunately."

[wizardseason]

"Sorry I can't give you those, ask Nine." He gives a slight laugh before dealing with that other more important question:

"Oh, yeah, it's really hands-on. I think you'll like it."

[eutychia]

"Ooh, a hands-on experience? Multiple hands? I like the sound of that." He jokes.

"Well, now you've got me all excited. And I know a thing or two about what it takes to put on a good show, so you'd better not let me down."

[wizardseason]

"You'll love it, everyone will love it." He answers, agreeing.

"Invite everyone you can, especially the knights."

[eutychia]

"Oh, we wouldn't miss this for the world. Literally." Luka smiles. "Any Knight worth your while will be in attendance. And as the Princess, I assume I'll get VIP treatment?"

Luka tilts his head with the inquiry.

[wizardseason]

"Of course." Six answers with a deep belly laugh.

"You'll be the star of the audience. I'll get you a comfy chair!"

[eutychia]

"Mmm... I guess that's as much as I could ask for." He says. "I'll be looking forward to it."

[wizardseason]

"Me too!" Six answers, clearly pleased.

And unless Luka has any other questions or concerns, he'll distract himself with his scribblings once again. Looks like they'll pick up again this afternoon!