Day 8: Morning

[wizardseason]

Morning: 6:00am - 12:00noon

[ IRL Timeframe: February 10th, 2020 - February 19th 26th, 2020 ]

After 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.

Eighth Morning Event: None.

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The Weather

• Light rain.
• 68°F / 20°C
• A gentle breeze.

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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!

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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.

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Activity Check: February 2020

[ IRL Timeframe: February 1st - February 29th, 2020 ]

Comments

[scandeled]

The exasperation may have been enough to deter her if it weren’t for the question that follows- so there’s only a slight flush to her cheeks as she pops her goggles back down over her eyes, and teleports herself right beside him, flopping down onto the pier with an undignified ‘oomph’.

“No. How can anyone be okay, right now?” She quips, honest and deflective at the same time, as she crinkles her nose and lifts her goggles back into place upon the top of her head.

[daddykong]

As the good Miss Hamilton teleports herself right next to him, Garrot accepts that his meditation time is over. At least for now. And that's fine. But when she uses those goggles and so consciously states that she's not okay, the Monkey Knight knows he has a job to do.

"Well Miss Hamilton, you could do what I did." There's a wry little chuckle as he takes the time to gently wrap his arm around her shoulders. It's as much of a hug as she wants it to be, though of course he wants to just snatch her up and squeeze the worries right out of her. "Ignore all of your emotions that don't help you fight and survive until they make you aggravated at everything that you can't control." He's deadpan and monotone about it, an utter departure from his energy and humor. But then there's a tired, sighing kind of laugh creeping from his mouth.

"But I don't recommend it. Talking is easier." Big guy absolutely sounds like he regrets a series of life choices. "If you want to."

[scandeled]

Matilda reluctantly gives in to the giant brute’s attempt at a hug, leaning against him, though that doesn’t prevent her from rolling her eyes and letting out a snort at his recommendation she copy his repression techniques. At least he’s almost laughing- though the way he speaks of it is a bit creepy. “I’m used to that. Delilah never talked about anything either.” But—- at least he’s offering?

“I don’t know what to do about any of this. I wanted to have an amazing adventure, but not one like—-“ She gestures dramatically before herself, with a big ripple of movement, though there’s nothing to gesture at.

[daddykong]

Once she leans in, Garrot's walls start to fall even more, and as Matilda makes that dramatic little gesture into the air, the big guy just makes this soft little grunt of sympathy as he squeezes that hug a little tighter.

"I didn't expect that being here, that being a Knight would make me so..." He trails off, trying to pick the right word to match such a dramatic gesture. "...Furious." There's a few punches worth of force in the word, and a near-equal measure of disgust. But it softens after a beat, let go with the sound of the waves. He's trying to control his emotions, after all.

"Normally I'd be talking about my feelings and coming up with ideas. But now?" He hadn't been able to talk about his feelings or his baggage as it pertained to the fate of the world. Thinking back to how he's treated people in the past day or so, it makes him frown. "I just keep yelling, when-" He inhales sharply, squeezing poor Matilda a bit harder, maybe just a little bit too hard, and...

"I don't know what to do, either." Garrot sounds almost physically pained to say that, and he tries to sigh out the rest of the tension. Matilda was easy for him to be honest with because she was so, well, non-threatening and dramatic. Who would believe her, if she talked about this to anyone?

[scandeled]

Matilda does a good job at tolerating his hug-- even if the intensity of his speech makes her want to retreat. There's little chance of that, though, when he squeezes her tighter-- she lets out a little squeaking noise. There's no chance of her abandoning him now that he's admitted such uncertainty.

"No one does." She tugs her phone out of her pocket, peering at it uncertainly, before sighing and tucking it back away. "No one."

[daddykong]

Little squeaking noises are generally an all-clear for Garrot's hugs, so he absolutely doesn't let up. As an overbearing, overprotective parental figure, he's absolutely observing poor Matilda for signs of distress or discomfort, meaning he absolutely sees her check her phone. Kids these days, he swears.

"Are you waiting for a call?" Garrot gives the hug a little squeeze, and then starts to... let up, as if to let her go. "You can go deal with that if you want." And in that moment he just wants to hug her tighter, because despite everything she's probably got going on and everything he's done lately, she still sought him out. Maybe there's still hope after all.