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pajamabox2021-07-20 09:13 pm
wizardseason) wrote in pajamabox2021-07-20 09:13 pm
Day 9: Twilight
Twilight: 12:00noon - ??:00 Unknown
[ IRL Timeframe: July 20th - Onward, 2021 ]In the past, the heroes had found themselves face-to-face with the Protector and the Wizard on year 0. They'd found the shattered pieces of Sxicq. They'd found the story before anyone had polished it into what it was today. It was free of all the lies, save for the ones coming from an alien's mouth.
The heroes influenced the past in subtle ways: Confronting the Protector with questions. Shaking the Wizard's solid foundations and instilling curiosity about the truth. Most importantly, Sxicq had seen all of their faces.
After chasing the crystals around the town and mountain, the heroes were pulled back into the room beneath the mountain. There, to their huge surprise, they were hidden behind some incredibly convenient piles of rocks to watch the events unfold that would define the next forty years. Floating over twelve of the platforms in the cavern were twelve of the crystals with kids inside of them that had been floating around the mountain. In the center of the circle stand two figures: Sxicq and the Wizard. The two appear apprehensive, but it's the third figure at the edge of the circle that's ruining it:
"Contain it! What are you doing!" The Protector shouts, stomping a foot. The air feels heavy, like it's made of electric cotton, and the hairs on everyone's arms stand upright.
"Get-- out! Of the way!!" He continues, stomping forward into the circle. As he does, a familiar blade slides out into his hand. Its shape is a tear in reality, a hole in the very makeup of the world itself.
The only thing that keeps the heroes from leaping forward to change history is the twelve small, glowing forms that are holding their hands. Smaller than children. Animals. Twelve of them, pleading in whispers: Stay. Watch.
True to their word, there is something to watch. The Protector rushes in, swinging his blade in a high arc before plunging it downward into the center of the circular floor of the platform. From it: A blue beam of energy, like lightning, fires forth through his chest. It pierces out from him, through Sxicq, through the Wizard, through the twelve crystals, and finally through the twelve animals where they're sitting around the heroes.
One bright white explosion later: The animals are gone. The crystals are gone. Sxicq is gone. The Wizard is gone. Only the Protector remains, standing over the circular rings in the floor. Slowly, he retracts his blade from the center. The edges of reality start to go to static.
"It is done." He declares with an air of finality. The static creeps in on the edges of everything, fading the vision as Sxicq descends into slumber.
The Protector's wrist beeps in defiance. He looks down at it, his face scrunching up in disgust. "It has to be done! Acknowledge: Mission complete!" He nearly yells at his wrist, only to be met with a response that stuns him.
"User not recognized, access privileges locked down." Says the same voice that came from within the ship. The static finishes pouring over everything, fading the vision of the cavern into nothing but noise.
And then everyone wakes up.
Everything feels wrong: The clocks all say it's sometime after noon, but the sky is an ever-churning, ever-shifting muddled mess of blues, purples, and darkness. The sun is missing. Weather outlets everywhere didn't have any explanation for the phenomenon. News stations were being careful to avoid referring to it as a sign of the end. The Protector had told them things were dire, after all, but they couldn't cause a mass panic.
And, most importantly, a small handful of news headlines on the planet were talking about time travel being real. They're talking about the blip to forty years ago. They're talking about the very same things that the heroes had just experienced, like they had experienced those exact same things. What effect would this have on the carefully-crafted story that the Protector had pieced together over forty years? Just how many people had shared this experience too?
Unknown to Luka, Gyre, and Olivia: Terrence had been to the past and had an experience much like the one they'd shared as a trio. He ended up with two regular people from the world who didn't recognize him as one of the heroes from this year.
What would happen now?
The Weather
- The birds aren't chirping.
- 68°F
- A little breezy.
Prompts:
- 12:00noon The Return, The Garden: When Gyre, Luka, and Olivia return, they're placed on the ground around the portal arrival in the garden. Nearby, Terrence has also been deposited: But he's in a tree about three feet up.
At least the gang's all here?- 1:00pm Onward, Around the Garden: Once the heroes start making their way around the garden and inside the monster house, they'll realize that, for the first time, all of the monsters are here either inside or somewhere nearby. If the heroes wanted to find anyone, now was the chance for them to do so!
Procedure:
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"They won't explode if they know what's good for them." He says definitively. Unfortunately he doesn't explain if they can explode? Is he just... being silly?
"Most of them are easy now that they're happy." He follows, leading the way to the other side of the garden where the balloon berries are. As he passes a little table, he picks up a basket off of it and offers it towards Luka. He nudges it against the Princess' arm, just in case.
"Some got up and moved, didn't like where we planted them. One burrowed, not sure where that one went. I named it underfoot." He adds, chuckling. Plants moving of their own accord was totally normal!
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"Oh, they're intelligent? And walking around?!" He asks in bewilderment as he takes the basket from Six. "I suppose they don't mind us taking their fruit, then."
As if the unexpected flavors and textures weren't alien enough, apparently these crops were much more self-aware than the ones back home.
"Do they care about the weather in here?"
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"They definitely seek out what they want, but their needs are simpler. They wouldn't come watch a movie with us if you get my drift." He tries to explain it as best he can and that's all he comes up with. It gets the point across, he hopes!
"But they definitely don't mind us grabbing the fruit, those things get heavy. They have a harder time staying upright with all that hanging around." He thinks it out loud, starting to move away towards where the balloon berries were.
"This way." He says first, glancing back to make sure Luka comes with him.
"And the weather's great in here. Don't know how that'll change in space, but we'll still have a sun so... should still be great." He... sounds a little unsure about that! It's clear he's not the 'how do we make plants happy in a ship and in space' monster on the team. If it wasn't him, then who was it?
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"Well, I'm glad they won't mind us, then." He says with a smile as he keeps pace. "I'd hate to be on their bad side."
He listens with interest as Six describes - or attempts to describe - the weather process in the ship.
"Oh... is it not, like, self-contained?" He asks. "I thought perhaps you could go somewhere and hit a button if you needed rain, or something like that."
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"Yeah they're our friends, that's for sure." He gives a little chuckle, slowing as they arrive at the balloon berries.
"I mean there's a button like that but it rains even without it, it just sort of... happens. We don't get the thunder and stuff like outside though. Also here--" He explains and, as he does, he grips a balloon berry vine and guides it out so it bumps against Luka's hand.
The balloon berry vine was bizarre. It was a big mass of bright green fuzzy vines all attached to various plant cages stuck in the ground. Every few inches there were bright red baseball-sized orbs attached to the vine. Most disconcerting about all of it was that the berries floated.
"There's a net over the inside of the basket and you've gotta uh, hold it-- you know, flipped, upside down, or they'll float away."
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"Wait... uh..." He feels for the aforementioned net over the basket. He hadn't noticed that detail before. "The basket needs to be... upside down?"
As if to reinforce his confusion, Luka flips the basket as he says it.
"Won't the net do the job of stopping them?"
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"When you open the net to put more in, the others like to sneak out. I don't have enough arms to keep them all in. Upside down makes gravity do the wor..k... Uh... Up-gravity? Upavity?" He doesn't stop the confusion from creeping into his voice. What did you call gravity pulling in the other direction?
"Floating! They float in the basket instead!" He declares abruptly, apparently very proud of himself. As he reaches this moment of realization, he's grabbing a basket himself and starting to fill it with balloon berries near Luka in case the Princess needs help.
"It's easy once you get the hang of it. You just give it a, uh, you know, little pull? And it pops off."
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He nods in understanding, turning the basket upside down again.
"Well, plucking them sounds easy enough. I can handle that much, at least." He laughs, and focuses again on the vine as he feels around for a berry.
"What do you make with these? Anything good?"
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"I roast them over a fire and they get all jammy and delicious." He explains as he gives a hard tug to a particularly troublesome berry.
"Five fills hers with whipped cream. Ten boils them and uses thin slices." He continues, pausing as he makes a 'buhhh' sound of displeasure.
"Eleven peels them. I don't know why. It's so weird."
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He's simultaneously picking one from the vine and carefully placing it into his basket as instructed, though his pace leaves a lot to be desired.
"Hmm, but you don't bake them into pies or anything?" They sounded like something sweet, but you never know what you'll get with monster-grown produce. "You could get the best peach pie in the world in my home city... and it's amazing with ice cream on top. Would these be good with ice cream, do you think?"
He had intended to come talk about the weather function of the ship, but he's completely gone off course. Regardless, it felt nice to talk about something as simple as this, for once.
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"Of course they would! They would be great in a pie too, with ice cream! They get gooey when they're jammy and you could mix them in with the melting ice cream-- Mmmmm!" He's stopped his berry picking to just live in the moment here. And, true to his newfound chain of thought, he has a realization.
"Now I want pie and ice cream. We should make pie and ice cream. Do you know how to make them?" He... hopes Luka does. Because he has no idea. He's not a chef boy, he's a "put something over a fire until it's probably cooked, oops it's still pink in the middle let's put it on the fire for longer" boy.
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He slips another berry into the basket and re-fastens the net containing his meager collection.
"In fact, we should go straight to Ten and request a balloon berry pie, with ice cream, right after we're done here."
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"ABSOLUTELY!" He exclaims, pumping a fist in the air before he gets back to grabbing balloon berries and putting them in his basket. From all the rummaging, it's clear he's gathering them faster than before.
"We've gotta do that, it'll be great, I can't wait." He happily hums to himself as he continues working and...
In what seems like no time at all, the declaration comes abruptly:
"My basket is full! How's yours?"
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He returns the basket to an upright position, making sure the net is keeping them all in check.
"It's... probably enough between the two of us for a pie though, right? Depending on how big Ten wants to make it, I suppose."
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"I'm going to get a few more. Can you bring the ones we got so far to Ten?" He offers, glancing at the rest of the field. He needs to finish, but he also wants pie. But pie took time to make, so...
"If I don't pluck them, they'll float away on their own. I should be done before the pie is ready."
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"Ten could probably make quite a few pies with all of these, then. Maybe we could bring one to Sxicq, too!"
Sxicq would definitely want a pie, Luka thinks. Genius idea.
"I'll bring these to the kitchen." Luka says before turning back toward the house. "Don't take too long, okay?"
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"Yeah! Great idea. Uh. But I'll eat separate from Sxicq. I still think they're weird. You could invite Eight. Or Eleven. Or Twelve. Or Seven. I'm sure they all get along with Sxicq. I'll finish fast, save me a corner piece!"
A pause.
"Uh, unless it's round, then whatever piece."
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It would arguably be the safest piece of pie on the entire island - not that there was likely to be much competition for the title.
With that, Luka's heading off to Ten's kitchen to deliver the berries.