come_sailaway | 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]

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Beautiful?? He looks around his entirely trashed kitchen and the tears forming in his eyes are not the kind caused by happiness.

"No, Grace. No, it isn't. The flower is lying to you. If you drop that torch you're going to hurt yourself and me. You won't feel alive because you'll be dead! We both will."

~...What else is there to ignite? I can hardly burn my clothes or yours...~

...

.....

~Or could I...~

Uh...

UHHHH.......

"You know where there are a lot of clothes to burn? Tommy Bahama!"

Sorry Siffleur...

~Yes, the man Yufei helped bring some! But the fire cannot dwell there, for the faceless woman denies its warmth with villainous wrath.~ Grace pauses thoughtfully.

An idea occurs to her.

~The bar, where the cigars are had...yes...the evil spirits would burn so brightly...~

Max she's gunning for the door.

"You mean Friday showed up with the fire extinguisher?" Yeah, that's probably it.

UH. The bar.... oh, no, no, no. If the booze burns they are going to have a mutiny on their hands.

Shit, she's already going!

"Grace!" He sprints after her. "Wait!! Come back!"

Grace stops and turns around so fast that it may invite questions as to how her spine hasn't snapped in several places, her expression all innocent curiosity and concern for Max. The flower rides behind her ear, telling her how warm she could be...

Okay. He really can't let this keep going on. One close call is bad enough. If he'd gotten here any later... Nope, he doesn't want to picture that. He can still hear the rattle of bones.

"Hold still. Let me just..." he reaches out and plucks the flower away from her ear, quickly throwing it into the sink before he can let himself get a whiff of its bad vibes.

"There. How do you feel?"

~No!~

Grace rushed for the sink - it is also on fire - but she's not faster than Max's throwing arm. The flower goes up in an instant, and her face falls in absolute despair. ~No! No! I was going to be warm again, I - I was going to be alive again - I -~

She whirls on Max, and if her throat could wail, she would be screaming in anguish. ~How could you?!?~

"I'm sorry, Grace." His expression is so pained. He doesn't want her to hate him for this.

"I'm sorry, but that flower was dangerous. I had to protect you. It was telling you lies."

~No! No, no -~

She looks around the kitchen, casting about for a new flower, but -

- The fires feel different to her, now. You can see her heart break in real time, Max, as Grace realizes she's destroyed your place of comfort.

"Grace?" He moves closer, tentatively. "Are you okay? How do you feel now?"

He's distraught at the state of the kitchen, but it pales in comparison to his worry for her.

"Did you get any burns?"

~...I am uninjured. Your kitchen...I do not even know where to start...~

BY TURNING THE GAS OFF GRACE -

Max is way ahead of her.

"Help me get these burners all switched off?" He's already turning the dials two by two. Extinguishing the flames which, thankfully, don't seem to have come in contact with any grease or oil.

Grace rushes to obey, switching off burners and turning off ovens as she passes them as well. Quickly, quickly - something will need to be done about the burning towels and clothes and good Lord, the candles, but...

While she finishes turning down burners, Max goes to the cupboards and fishes out a soup pot and lid. He finds a pair of his metal tongs and oven mitts for good measure too. Using those, he starts to collect up the charred towels and pieces of clothing, If any of the items are still burning, putting the lid over them in the pot should smother it. He's blowing out every candle he passes at the same time.

"Did you set fires anywhere else or just the kitchen?"

~No, nowhere else...~

When the lid goes on the pot, Grace throws herself into a tight, shaking hug, burying her face against Max's back.

"Good."

When she throws her arms around him, he gently turns around in her grasp, so he can look at her, and pat the top of her head (still with an oven mitt on.)

"Grace, I'm not angry at you, okay? I know you didn't mean any harm. I'm really just so glad I got to you before anyone was hurt. The kitchen will be fine. It's all just stuff."

~No it's not! I've ruined your place of power...~

"My place of power?" It does make sense, in a way. This is where he feels most in control.

"Grace, my power comes from my passion for cooking. I'd do that no matter what kind of facility I have to work with. All of this is nice, but it's not more important than the people I love. And it will get fixed. By next month, I'm sure it will look good as new. Even if it didn't, I wouldn't be mad at you. It was an accident."

~I...I will get cleaning supplies.~ No move is made to leave the hug. ~...Soon.~

"You can take your time." He isn't going anywhere and the fires are out. The cleaning can wait until they are both ready.

"It's going to be okay, Grace. I promise."

Legends Say... [September Open + 1 Closed]

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Mmm wrap? September must die

agree [handshake] wrap!