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come_sailaway2023-09-12 12:17 pm
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Legends Say... [September Open + 1 Closed]
Who: Grace and YOU
What: September open with flower prompts, freestyling on the beat
When: September
Where: Check the prompts (see previous statement re: freestyling)
Warnings: Pyromania, possible violence, emotional/mental influences from the flowers
...Were cast into the lake of fire, and burnt... [Kitchen]
Are you anywhere near Windjammer? Heading to the kitchen? There's smoke pouring from it, not yet "oh god the whole room is on fire" smoke, but that sure is visible smoke in large amounts. Inside, Grace is there with a waratah flower pinned to her chest, and she has been Busy. She'd initially come in to cook, and the results of that - a salmon fillet whose carbon ash is still in the middle of a pan of oil that is very much on fire - are still present, but she has gone so much further. Pots and pans burn, pouring greasy smoke; the kitchen's supply of parchment paper is on fire, the kitchen towels sit in the open ovens flickering merrily with orange flame.
Grace is approaching the deep fryer with the cooking torch in her hand, eyes wide with wonder, but there's time to stop her, if you like. She keeps pausing to add various salts or spices to the flames, and watching them turn pretty colors.
I Have Given Her Time To Repent [Pool]
The bindweed growing underwater had caught Grace's attention, so strange - this is no water-plant that she knows of. Her curiosity was her undoing, and now she thrashes in the pool, churning the water and sometimes breaking the surface as more and more of the plant grows forth to restrain her. The look on her face is pure fury, and she screams in her bubbling voice as far as it can carry: ~Free me! I will not be shackled again! Never again!~
I Will Also Give That One The Morning Star [Tommy Bahama | Closed to Siffleur]
Wary now - not nearly wary enough, Grace's wacky flower adventures can and will continue - Grace manages to work up her courage to return to the Tommy Bahama, with Siffleur's camera cradled in her hand. She settles in near the shallow reaches, content to sit and wait patiently for her fellow Hunter.
The little cat-ears on her head are new, and they twitch and flick, listening out.
Woe to the inhabitants of the Earth! [Promenade]
There is a box in the Promenade.
The box is propped up by a stick.
Beneath the box is garlic bread from the buffet.
The stick has a string tied to it, which trails away into Bric-a-Brac, where Grace is hiding extremely poorly behind a counter.
Out of the smoke came locusts [Wildcard]
Got a request, a flower idea, a non-flower idea? PM me or hit me up on Discord, my body is ready.
What: September open with flower prompts, freestyling on the beat
When: September
Where: Check the prompts (see previous statement re: freestyling)
Warnings: Pyromania, possible violence, emotional/mental influences from the flowers
...Were cast into the lake of fire, and burnt... [Kitchen]
Are you anywhere near Windjammer? Heading to the kitchen? There's smoke pouring from it, not yet "oh god the whole room is on fire" smoke, but that sure is visible smoke in large amounts. Inside, Grace is there with a waratah flower pinned to her chest, and she has been Busy. She'd initially come in to cook, and the results of that - a salmon fillet whose carbon ash is still in the middle of a pan of oil that is very much on fire - are still present, but she has gone so much further. Pots and pans burn, pouring greasy smoke; the kitchen's supply of parchment paper is on fire, the kitchen towels sit in the open ovens flickering merrily with orange flame.
Grace is approaching the deep fryer with the cooking torch in her hand, eyes wide with wonder, but there's time to stop her, if you like. She keeps pausing to add various salts or spices to the flames, and watching them turn pretty colors.
I Have Given Her Time To Repent [Pool]
The bindweed growing underwater had caught Grace's attention, so strange - this is no water-plant that she knows of. Her curiosity was her undoing, and now she thrashes in the pool, churning the water and sometimes breaking the surface as more and more of the plant grows forth to restrain her. The look on her face is pure fury, and she screams in her bubbling voice as far as it can carry: ~Free me! I will not be shackled again! Never again!~
I Will Also Give That One The Morning Star [Tommy Bahama | Closed to Siffleur]
Wary now - not nearly wary enough, Grace's wacky flower adventures can and will continue - Grace manages to work up her courage to return to the Tommy Bahama, with Siffleur's camera cradled in her hand. She settles in near the shallow reaches, content to sit and wait patiently for her fellow Hunter.
The little cat-ears on her head are new, and they twitch and flick, listening out.
Woe to the inhabitants of the Earth! [Promenade]
There is a box in the Promenade.
The box is propped up by a stick.
Beneath the box is garlic bread from the buffet.
The stick has a string tied to it, which trails away into Bric-a-Brac, where Grace is hiding extremely poorly behind a counter.
Out of the smoke came locusts [Wildcard]
Got a request, a flower idea, a non-flower idea? PM me or hit me up on Discord, my body is ready.