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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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The love lived on.
But she didn't want to get quite as morbid as Clarke-with-an-E.
"Just take it one day at a time for now," she said. Because, after all, Clarke was still a kid. Not every love affair was meant to be 'the one.' Live long enough, and there were multiple 'the ones' anyway.
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Will she ultimately continue hanging around Pal like glitter hangs on glue? Would she kill and/or die for him at this point? Absolutely.
Has a decision been reached on where the barrier between like & trust and love & adore stands? Has Clarke personally decided if he's the person who she's willing to try something like that again for, or just a very comfortable presence at her side that she doesn't mind making out with between ethics arguments? Would that even be acceptable, or would it be an insult to the memory of the dead lover she carries in her chest and (very literally) in her chest of drawers back on the ship? Is she comfortable enough with the idea of there being any sort of future to build on board the Serena Eterna to start considering one? That's all — [ REDACTED, static brain noises ]
But finally, at least, Clarke seems at peace with this conversation. And dragging her gaze away from shadows of night, back to Diana's moonlit face, she nods. "I can do one day at a time."
It's just like survival. One foot in front of the other foot, you still have hope? Are we still breathing?