Your Time is Sand, Your Ways are Leaves upon the Sea

[nostradamnit]

Who: Nostradamus and Company
Where: Cabin 139, the buffet, noisy places
What: Quick pre-event thingum
When: June, before the camping excursion.
Warnings: None yet


1. And the hand just re-arranges the players in the game [Closed to Hythlodaeus]
Down at the very end of the hall (or beginning, if one is wise enough to take the nearer elevator bank) is Room 139, where one can find Michel de Nostradame sitting on the bed, this fine afternoon. A tall man, he occupies the bed rather fully, his leather boots sitting on the floor beside it. He's holding a Serena Eterna notebook and one of these fascinating 'pens' from the souvenir shop, organizing some of his thoughts on paper.

This is the state of things, when Hythlodaeus arrives. The room itself is tidy, no extra 'stuff' in it yet. It seems Nostradamus has yet to really figure out how he wishes to occupy it.


2. Oh, I had a dream, it seemed I stood alone [Open, Windjammer Buffet]
Nostradamus isn't the first person to whom the buffet has seemed a little foreign, but he's clearly taking a methodical approach to figuring out what he likes and what he doesn't, five or six plates on the table in front of him, a little sample of several dishes on each. He's actually arranged the plates so that they're roughly mapping out the buffet itself, to make it easier to find what he enjoys again.

"It would be nice if I knew what any of these delicacies were called." He has an egg roll in hand as he says that, half-eaten.


3. And the veil of all the years [Open, Casino or Rischie]
Perhaps you're passing through the casino or lingering in Rischie for a late night drink. Either way, it's clear that the man in the leather jerkin is not having a good time. The lights and sounds, the smoke in the casino or the bass in the club--it's overwhelming for a man who comes from the days when a hearty joust or a feast was the greatest festivity in the castle. Disoriented and suffering from sensory overload, Nostradamus is in a corner with his hands over his ears.

He may need a little assistance.


4. Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone [Wildcard]
darkersolstice or darkersolstice#9463, as always

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[ktizo]

"Ah... magic is truly a marvellous thing. We used it to create everything- from creatures to plants to buildings. We could also use it to destroy and heal as we saw fit."

There's a wistfulness to his voice as he speaks, as he reminisces on days gone by. "Our purpose was to see the star flourish and thrive under our care."

[nostradamnit]

"The star? Do you mean to tell me that you were the caretaker of a particular star?" That's a stunning sort of statement for a (mostly) mundane man to hear. He gives Hythlodaeus a look of awe. "And...I imagine magical healing makes for less tragedy in this world, due to illness and injury. How does it work?"

i'm bullshitting the magic here lmfao i don't know if there's an explanation

[ktizo]

"Oh, yes. Mankind's true purpose was to nurture the star we lived upon, by bringing into existence all manner of life." Though as a result, they cared less about the individual- going to far as to wear formless black robes and masks to create a sense of community instead.

"As for healing- it essentially accelerates the rate one would normally heal at, to make it instantaneous in most cases. Though in other cases, damage must be undone completely- think of a broken bone, where it must needs be set in the proper manner. Undoing the damage completely ensures the bone is in its proper place."

Bullshit away! Trust me, I'm not judging, I'm utterly canoblind.

[nostradamnit]

"I would like to see this in action at some point, if the opportunity presents itself. Not that I desire to see anyone injured, but when someone inevitably is, I want to witness it at work. If that's permitted?"

He'd understand if it wasn't okay for outsiders to see, though.

[ktizo]

"Of course, I would not mind. I only hope that nobody is injured too grievously... though the notes left beside our beds when we awoke here would suggest it is to be expected."

And he isn't keen on that. Not at all.

[nostradamnit]

"We never hope for others to suffer. But we prepare for it, all the same. I have seen war and plague and cruelty closely many times in my life. In some ways, I feel very ready for whatever is to come. You're lucky, in some senses, if you are not."

Nostradamus touches Hythlodaeus's sleeve gently.

"Just remember you're not alone, my friend."

[ktizo]

"Oh, I have seen my fair share of unpleasantries, I can assure you." The end of the world, in fact. But he had never been ready for it, not when his life before had been so serene.

Nostradamus' touch to his sleeve shakes him out of those thoughts though, and the words warm him. "My thanks. Should you need my assistance, you are always welcome to ask. I am not the most powerful of mages, I admit- but I know enough that I could be of use, I think."