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come_sailaway2022-09-15 08:34 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: ekko,
- arcane: jinx,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- doctor who: the doctor (12),
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- genshin impact: venti,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- heaven officials blessing: shi qingxuan,
- ikemen sengoku: nobunaga oda,
- malevolent: arthur lester,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- scion: bash st. expedit,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- vampire: the masquerade: diana abel
SEPTEMBER EVENT: WE'RE ON ISLAND TIME BABY
on the 16th, starting at 6AM and continuing until 10PM, Friday herself will be driving the ship’s tender back and forth between the ship and the excursion, making the trip about once every 30 minutes. those who board the tender will find that they are knocked out for the journey, but will wake up still on the tender, wearing whatever it was they’d been wearing before getting on, and with no side effects.
the destination is a tropical island, with white sandy beaches and turquoise water. the island is rather large, with dense tropical foliage inside the barrier of sand, but passengers will find it difficult to get more than a mile inland. not because of the trees or bushes, but because the villagers intervene around that point, and politely but firmly return them to the beach.
yeah, there’s a village. wood and frond huts built in a clearing just past the sands, populated by about twenty beings that appear to be some kind of bipedal salamander. if they have a verbal language, they aren’t telling it to you, and mainly communicate through gesture. there is a sort of vendor nearest to the beach, sitting on a blanket that holds a variety of exotic fruits, trinkets, and cool shells that they will exchange for literally whatever you bring from the ship. they are also trading bottles of a dark-red, citrusy rum; they also either have difficulty judging or don’t care about human drinking ages, and anyone who isn’t clearly a child will have no problem getting some.
the jungle is teeming with a wide variety of tropical flora and fauna. the plant life is whatever would normally be found in a tropical Earth location, while the wildlife is limited to what can be found on this island and in the jungles of Sumeru. why? because I feel like it. my fleeting whims decide every aspect of this game and i ain't stopping now..
the surrounding ocean extends out about five nautical miles before reaching what could most accurately be called The End of the Map: the water ends very suddenly, followed by the sky, and beyond it is an endless black void that makes your brain twitch the more you stare at it. if you try to enter it, you will die, and it will hurt the entire time you are dying.
there doesn’t seem to be any restriction on magic, except for one rather major one: anyone with the ability to fly will find that they are suddenly unable to. whether magical (i.e. Venti), biological (i.e. Phil’s wings), or mechanical (i.e. MB’s drones) in nature, anyone attempting to take flight will find it impossible to get any lift. just barely over the horizon, something gleams as it points to the sky.
the destination is a tropical island, with white sandy beaches and turquoise water. the island is rather large, with dense tropical foliage inside the barrier of sand, but passengers will find it difficult to get more than a mile inland. not because of the trees or bushes, but because the villagers intervene around that point, and politely but firmly return them to the beach.
yeah, there’s a village. wood and frond huts built in a clearing just past the sands, populated by about twenty beings that appear to be some kind of bipedal salamander. if they have a verbal language, they aren’t telling it to you, and mainly communicate through gesture. there is a sort of vendor nearest to the beach, sitting on a blanket that holds a variety of exotic fruits, trinkets, and cool shells that they will exchange for literally whatever you bring from the ship. they are also trading bottles of a dark-red, citrusy rum; they also either have difficulty judging or don’t care about human drinking ages, and anyone who isn’t clearly a child will have no problem getting some.
the jungle is teeming with a wide variety of tropical flora and fauna. the plant life is whatever would normally be found in a tropical Earth location, while the wildlife is limited to what can be found on this island and in the jungles of Sumeru. why? because I feel like it. my fleeting whims decide every aspect of this game and i ain't stopping now..
the surrounding ocean extends out about five nautical miles before reaching what could most accurately be called The End of the Map: the water ends very suddenly, followed by the sky, and beyond it is an endless black void that makes your brain twitch the more you stare at it. if you try to enter it, you will die, and it will hurt the entire time you are dying.
there doesn’t seem to be any restriction on magic, except for one rather major one: anyone with the ability to fly will find that they are suddenly unable to. whether magical (i.e. Venti), biological (i.e. Phil’s wings), or mechanical (i.e. MB’s drones) in nature, anyone attempting to take flight will find it impossible to get any lift. just barely over the horizon, something gleams as it points to the sky.
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how are those predator/prey instincts?
because it's mid-morning, clarke's just extricated herself from the (uncomfortable, tropically familiar) tree line of the forest and finds herself with a direct line of sight on the back of a head of raven (crow) black hair. and, again, an uncomfortably familiar head, because you never really forget your first.
anyway, there are eyes boring holes in the back of your head from several meters up the beachfront. )
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You must really like it if you can’t take your eyes off me. [ She gestures to her bathing suit. ]
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but break that seal of silent, spiteful staring and there's no way for clarke not to retort. )
Like, loath, lamenting even laying eyes on...
( y...eah, absolutely not talking about the bathing suit, the 'fit is cute pluma. )
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[ What’s a little murder between friends??? La Pluma truly doesn’t see the issue with this. ]
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But you really don't ever forget your first time getting a limb amputated.
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[ She can't really say she forgot her own being popped off, but she's definitely forgiven Mizuki for it. They're on in the same for La Pluma. ]
If that's the case, though, do you expect something more out of me? You look at me as if I intend to ever do it again.
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You were so firm in your convictions last time we spoke. No, I'm not putting it past you that next time the Captain says "slaughter each other", you'll say "with pleasure".
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( remember trying to shake her hand and say gg after they'd all been revived? clarke certainly remembers. and, yeah, the captain had framed it as such, but that's not the point or an excuse, in clarke's books. )
— you're going to have to accept that people don't believe you when you say that.
( it's her, she's people. )