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pajamabox2020-02-10 03:50 pm
wizardseason) wrote in pajamabox2020-02-10 03:50 pm
Day 8: Morning
Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon
[ IRL Timeframe: February 10th, 2020 - FebruaryAfter the events of Day 7 and the chaos that it brought, the heroes have learned a number of things that most of them still aren't sure they're ready to know. What will they do with their knowledge? How will they share it with each other? How will--
At about 6AM, everyone receives a text from Garrot. Anyone who saw him the evening before may be surprised to see him forming complete sentences and, uh, threatening everyone? Is he okay? Anyone brave enough to want to text him back?
What a great start to the day, an early text. But that's... surprisingly the only shake-up? It's eerily calm.
The Protector had been knocked out to sea by the Wizard, spawning a number of serious worried conversations on social media. Is he okay? Was he dead? Is it time to panic? There were plenty of memes, too. Like the wizard in the foreground with sunglasses, a golf club, and a wide smile with the protector in the background and the words "time to go golfing" memed accross the image. At least some people were still in a joking mood.
The Wizard, too, had a collection of social media posts about her current circumstances. The overall opinion was that she was way scarier than before, was she a terminator? Wizardinator?
To make matters worse, Sxicq was missing. The hashtag #childlookout was trending with almost hourly updates of the island. Sxicq didn't make themselves difficult to find, which meant that spotting them even from distant photos or drone snaps was pretty straightforward. But there was no sign of their characteristic glow or disruptions anywhere. No bigfoot-esque sightings in the back of other photos. No panic that they were eating entire restaurants' stocks of food.
Nothing.
Talk about a calm before the storm, especially since Eight had alluded to several of the heroes that there was still going to be a fight today.
It turns out to be another opportunity for the heroes to collect themselves, gather information, and get themselves on stable ground. It's warmer today, and there are passing waves of light rain all over the island. Little drizzle showers that stick around just long enough to make you seek shelter, but not so long that you wonder when it'll let up. The sun dares to peek through every now and then, occasionally at the same time as the drizzling rain.
The Weather
- Light rain.
- 68Β°F / 20Β°C
- A gentle breeze.
Prompts:
- 6:00am The Text, All Cities: "Mandatory medical exams today at 8AM at Far Haven General. The front desk will see you're escorted. You will be frisked, multiple times. Hospital staff says no weapons, no chaos. We can't piss them off.
That means nobody gets their animal companions, since some of you are idiots. They'll be left at the front door before going off on a guided tour. If you or yours don't cooperate, it will be assumed that you want to harm the Princess and you will die.
See you then!"
At about 6AM, everyone receives that text from Garrot. Anyone who saw him the evening before may be surprised to see him forming complete sentences and, uh, threatening everyone? Is he okay? Anyone brave enough to want to text him back?- 8:08am Eight, All Cities: Anyone who decides they're going to text Eight to make a plan will find that he doesn't answer any of his texts until 8:08am. He replies to everyone all at once, at exactly 8:08 and 8 seconds. Whether your hero sent one text at 6am, or eight texts between 6 and 8am, all the answers come at exactly the same time. If anyone asks to go to the garden, they'll be deposited on the landing pad in the garden... at 8:08am. Predictable.
- 9:00am The Wizard, The Garden: The Wizard can be found in the vegetable section of the garden for any heroes who go looking for her. She's tending to the plants, picking weeds, watering the beds, and preparing new sprouts to grow in the empty spaces.
- ?:00am Anywhere, All Cities: Surely your character has to be getting up to something this morning, somewhere. This is a general catchall post for any threads among heroes that occurs. Whatever your character is getting up to, however they're preparing, or however they're coping. This is the place for it. Eight said there was going to be a fight this afternoon, after all, so there's something on the horizon at least!
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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"Maybe. I mean," sigh, "Definitely they can keep the planet alive. They're the whole reason it's alive right now, not the Protector." The Protector hasn't done anything except keep the door locked on their cage, as far as he understands it.
"But they, the whole reason those two came here was because Sxicq was going to leave and take the lifeforce of the planet with them," he says, gesturing downwards to emphasize his point. "They hate the Protector, but that's not why they want to escape."
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"If they're willing to fix things, maybe they can fix the planet." He furrows his brow, blending his anger and his curiosity towards one particularly miserable target. "Y'know, if Sxicq feels safe doing that. Trying."
There's only one person Garrot figures will make Sxicq feel unsafe, and he sounds like Knight Enemy #1.
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"I don't think the planet needs fixing. I think it was uh, like an egg. Just a shell for Sxicq to be born from." If he's right then all the wanting in the world won't keep the lifeforce here once Sxicq leaves. He imagines that's why the Protector trapped them here in the first place. Still, he's absolutely not certain this, shaking his head slightly.
"We can talk to them though. Maybe there is a way." He shakes his head a little. He's not getting his hopes up, and he's still going to help the Wizard first, but hey maybe there is a way for this planet to live.
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"So if it's like an egg, then why can't Sxicq make a smaller hole and drain their energy yolk through there?" There's even a glint in his eye as he says this. He absolutely has a plan, if not just a ton of ideas. "And if that won't work, we've got twenty-four animals and monsters made of the same stuff."
And they are, at least right now, separate from Sxicq. It looks like he'll keep throwing out optimistic ideas until he finds something that works. Maybe someone should stop him.
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"Would you give your body and blood up to your captors? You think they're going to give any of their power up to us? Especially if that means they can't leave." He pauses for a moment, letting Garrot add the even more grotesque thought of draining the animals and the monsters.
"No! They've given enough of themselves! What is wrong with you!"
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"Not like that!" There's an edge in his voice, a pain with his objection. "Sxicq might not have to destroy everything to leave! A bunch of ocean or even just this island would be easier to evacuate than the whole world!"
He takes a deep breath, not planning on stopping there.
"And we don't have to trap or hurt anyone. If Sxicq can have a body without blowing up the planet, then..." He grits his teeth for a moment, unwilling to let go of his hopes for a happier resolution. "Then why can't the people that were pieces of them?!" But then he takes a long breath out.
Problem solving is hard enough when Garrot is bad at words, let alone when the problems are on a cosmic scale he struggles to comprehend...
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"Garrot," he says clearly and firmly, trying to bring the man's head back down out of the clouds. "Sxicq told me that the world will crumble after they leave. They aren't going to... to blow the planet up!" Nothing so dramatic as an explosion, which is the thing that makes this that much harder.
"It's just going to die. Even if they do put some of their magic into it, what happens when that magic dries up? We're just going to put off the inevitable, I think."
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"Sxicq won't have to leave!" Suddenly, the sunny, hopeful inspiration is back. Garrot looks at Gyre, he grins mischievously, and suddenly oh look, there's another Monkey Knight peeking out from behind him. "If I can be in two places at once, they can do it better!" The words come out in stereo, followed immediately by a victorious little cackle.
"Then the planet doesn't have to die and Sxicq can still leave!" He's still grinning! Even wider! "And if the Sxicq in the planet keeps getting worse, they can just..." A beat passes, and suddenly another Garrot pops out from behind his other shoulder. And they all speak together: "...make another one!"
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"Why do you think they should have to leave any piece of themself here. They've been trapped here already. They're aren't going to want to imprison themself here again!" he snaps back, his hands tightening into fists in frustration.
"Have you even seen them duplicate themself before??"
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"You're trying to talk me down from asking." The words are curt and controlled, a conscious decision to try and keep Gyre from throwing punches, but those same words are coming in fast. Garrot sees those fists, and he will happily break them if this doesn't course-correct. "Their eyes turn into fire. They don't have to do anything. I can't force them. But I can give them ideas. Maybe they'll listen." There's a forceful exhale of air from his nose, an attempt at releasing the tension that makes him want to pounce and rip that elf's mouthy little throat out. He's dead, it'd just grow back anyway. And there'd be a mess.
"Sxicq fixed a hospital they plan on destroying in a few days. They've answered my questions multiple times." Garrot puts his hands at his waist, ever-so-close to a superhero pose; he knows he's in the right here. "They're willing to help, so I'm going to ask them everything I can," and suddenly he's glaring at the elf. "I'm not looking back on this and thinking I could've done more to help people. That I didn't try hard enough." Despite the glaring and the posturing, Garrot has a hint of desperation in his voice. Gyre's heart is in the right place, but...
"I can't just accept whatever the Protector and Wizard or you tell me is possible. Nobody knows everything." Gyre wouldn't know it for sure, but Garrot's actually quoting the Wizard! "You keep assuming you know what Sxicq wants, but you were surprised by what I had to say. You're not in charge, and I'm not trying to get your permission." Garrot's got thirty seconds, tops, before he starts throwing punches. In the hospital that he cordoned off.
"So are you gonna keep this going, or can I go grieve?" Yep, he's playing the Dead Dad Card! That's how much he wants to leave, Gyre. Because the alternative would be, well, a lot more violent. And in front of everyone.
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Much like the last time Garrot went off on him after failing to listen, Gyre gets more and more angry with him as he goes, nearly giving off heat as he glares furiously up at him. His whole body is tensed, his hands clenched tight. For just a moment, his knuckles unfold, but only long enough for him to clench them even harder. He reaches this absolute fever pitch, an anger so intense he actually has no idea what to do with it.
And then it just ices over. His eyes go cold, and while he doesn't lose any tension in his body, he stops leaning forward like he's a split second from leaping at him. There's a heavy beat of silence here after Garrot plays the Dead Dad Card, Gyre expression remaining exactly the same.
Then all at once, he makes his eyes real big, switching to a soft, simpering tense of Amarosian normally used to speak to direct superiors. It's the tense his COs demanded from him, and he uses it with an deep, dry sarcasm. "γWhen you do talk to them, maybe please consider for a moment whether you should ask a prisoner to stay in their prison for your comfort, ~please~?γ"
And just as suddenly as he switched, his expression darkens again. He finishes with a sharp, terse snap, "γNo one's keeping you here. Fuck off.γ"
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Garrot doesn't say a word as he walks to the door, making conscious effort to slam the side of his body into Gyre as he passes except, well, he doesn't look back. He stomps right out the door, and a good fifteen feet down the hall there's the smash of what's most likely a fist pounding through some poor, defenseless drywall.
But Garrot's absolutely gone. And next time, he might not invite that insolent boar of a knight...