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sticksandbones2024-06-04 01:17 pm
sticksandbonesmods) wrote in sticksandbones2024-06-04 01:17 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !npc: zahliya,
- arknights: gnosis,
- arknights: mizuki,
- arknights: passenger,
- arknights: sesa,
- arknights: silverash,
- cookie run: affogato cookie,
- cookie run: clotted cream cookie,
- cookie run: dark cacao cookie,
- cookie run: pure vanilla cookie,
- cookie run: sparkling cookie,
- cookie run: white lily cookie,
- elsword: ain,
- elsword: harque ebalon,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- original: felicity morais,
- original: kiera canorus,
- original: luca aurelius,
- the owl house: hunter,
- the world ends with you: beat,
- trigun: livio,
- trigun: vash,
- trigun: wolfwood,
- trigun: zazie the beast
EVENT 013
LET'S GO TO THE BEACH, BEACH
EVERY DAY IS SUN-DAY
Summer arrives in the Grove as one might expect: With bright sunlight and sweltering temperatures, not to mention the humidity. It’s hot, it’s sticky, and not even the river feels cold enough to cool anyone down. In times like this, the local moose monster thinks to herself: “I could assist. I could open a permanent path to the seaside for the Children of Man, one that does not require those silly glasses. Children of Man love the sea.” Unfortunately, no one can tell Moder no, and so she groups all of you up and leads you into the woods, parting the fog wall with her own magic as she carves a path forward. It’s a three-day-long journey that feels as though only three hours have passed by the time she stops walking. At the top of the cliffside to the northeast of Aldric’s Grove, the Forest Guardian uses her gargantuan hooves to uproot a redwood, knocking it into the sand below to serve as a broad bridge. This, she binds with vines so that it doesn’t spin and throw anyone to the ground fifty feet down, and then carefully ushers each of you across.
As the last of you steps down the bridge and Moder follows after, there’s a rumble in the earth, and the few of you on the log get scooped by two large handibles as Moder suddenly launches herself off of it and to the ground below just in time for said log to creak, splinter, and suddenly snap back to a standing position up on the cliff face, as if it wasn’t uprooted in the first place. Time, they say, fixes all things, but usually not fallen redwood pines.
Suddenly, the fog wall grows darker on the cliffside, obscuring even the true paths to those that can see them — though anyone stuck on the other side will be able to get down here just fine due to it only being a one-sided blockade. A blockade meant to keep all of you, Moder included, out of the Grove and trapped on the beach. A childish-but-familiar (to most of you) voice can be heard yelling, but it’s distant, as if the Fallen Sun doesn’t want to get much closer: “IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE BEACH NEXT TO THE NASTIES IN THE SEA THEN BE MY GUEST!! STAY THERE AND ROT FOREVER WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!!” And then there’s a chorus of grumbling and “ew” and “gross” before the Fallen Sun stops talking and disappears from the area entirely.
Welcome to the seaside, Aldric’s Grove. It seems you’ll be here for quite some time while Moder tries to fix what just happened.
As the last of you steps down the bridge and Moder follows after, there’s a rumble in the earth, and the few of you on the log get scooped by two large handibles as Moder suddenly launches herself off of it and to the ground below just in time for said log to creak, splinter, and suddenly snap back to a standing position up on the cliff face, as if it wasn’t uprooted in the first place. Time, they say, fixes all things, but usually not fallen redwood pines.
Suddenly, the fog wall grows darker on the cliffside, obscuring even the true paths to those that can see them — though anyone stuck on the other side will be able to get down here just fine due to it only being a one-sided blockade. A blockade meant to keep all of you, Moder included, out of the Grove and trapped on the beach. A childish-but-familiar (to most of you) voice can be heard yelling, but it’s distant, as if the Fallen Sun doesn’t want to get much closer: “IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE BEACH NEXT TO THE NASTIES IN THE SEA THEN BE MY GUEST!! STAY THERE AND ROT FOREVER WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!!” And then there’s a chorus of grumbling and “ew” and “gross” before the Fallen Sun stops talking and disappears from the area entirely.
Welcome to the seaside, Aldric’s Grove. It seems you’ll be here for quite some time while Moder tries to fix what just happened.
RESTING BEACH FACE
The golden sands and crystalline blue waters of the sea welcome you in the meantime. While Heimr and Ydalir are also stuck here with you, they will, at least, be able to provide the usual amenities — Heimr has brought everyone beach fits, including swimwear and either a boho or surfer style casual outfit, and Ydalir can use her mirror to grab items you might want from your houses or inn rooms to play with. She supposes she can grab you your normal wardrobes, too, even though that’s not really in the spirit of beach.
Umbrellas, lounge chairs, and a volleyball net are all set up on the coast here, giving you ample room to both play and relax. The palm trees will drop the occasional coconut for you to eat or, say, throw at the person next to you, but one should exercise caution: Some coconuts are actually crabs that will pinch you if they’re picked up or thrown at mach speed into the nearest person. Under the brush crawl mango mice, and jellybeans float happily within the tidepools. Go far enough toward the cove to the west, near the cliff face where the Cosmic Serpent slumbers far out into the sea, and you may get accosted by the mobster lobsters. You’re in the wrong neighbourhood, kid, why don’tcha skedaddle?
Far in the distance, over the vast ocean, is a layer of white mist over the sea. Or, perhaps it’s another fog wall…? It’s difficult to tell from here, but the mist never dissipates and always lingers. Should you bravely swim out to it, you cannot pass through it nor see past it, though unlike the black fog back home, it doesn’t hurt to touch. It merely forces you back.
Enjoy the sun and soak up some vitamin D. While escape still isn’t possible, at least this place is peaceful.
Umbrellas, lounge chairs, and a volleyball net are all set up on the coast here, giving you ample room to both play and relax. The palm trees will drop the occasional coconut for you to eat or, say, throw at the person next to you, but one should exercise caution: Some coconuts are actually crabs that will pinch you if they’re picked up or thrown at mach speed into the nearest person. Under the brush crawl mango mice, and jellybeans float happily within the tidepools. Go far enough toward the cove to the west, near the cliff face where the Cosmic Serpent slumbers far out into the sea, and you may get accosted by the mobster lobsters. You’re in the wrong neighbourhood, kid, why don’tcha skedaddle?
Far in the distance, over the vast ocean, is a layer of white mist over the sea. Or, perhaps it’s another fog wall…? It’s difficult to tell from here, but the mist never dissipates and always lingers. Should you bravely swim out to it, you cannot pass through it nor see past it, though unlike the black fog back home, it doesn’t hurt to touch. It merely forces you back.
Enjoy the sun and soak up some vitamin D. While escape still isn’t possible, at least this place is peaceful.
THAT’S A-MORAY
…well, kind of.
The thing about Aldric’s Grove and the outlying seaside is that nothing is ever peaceful and cute for too long, and nothing ever goes exactly the way you want it to. To the east, riding the line between sand and sea, is a long, tunnelling cave that dips into the earth. It’s full of glowing corals and crystals and fish that should, theoretically, not be able to float through the air like it’s water — but stranger things have happened here, so surely the fruit sharks aren’t the real danger. No, the real danger is that every high tide, that cave floods completely, leaving no room for air or for escape. Luckily, high tide only tends to come at night…
…but during all hours of the day, something far in the distance sings songs. It’s a chorus, beautiful and hypnotizing, and if one were to look out toward stones that jut from the distant sea, they’ll spot them: a choir of gorgeous sirens resting upon the jagged rocks. They’re so, so happy to sing with you, should you stray closer — but getting too close means getting grabbed and dragged under. The sirens do not care if you drown on the way to a sandbar far from the Grove itself, but should you survive, you might want to scream for help. Their dinnertime is in a few hours, you see.
Somewhere far, far away from the shore, you can hear something roaring, too. Something large. Something imposing… something you should probably ignore.
The thing about Aldric’s Grove and the outlying seaside is that nothing is ever peaceful and cute for too long, and nothing ever goes exactly the way you want it to. To the east, riding the line between sand and sea, is a long, tunnelling cave that dips into the earth. It’s full of glowing corals and crystals and fish that should, theoretically, not be able to float through the air like it’s water — but stranger things have happened here, so surely the fruit sharks aren’t the real danger. No, the real danger is that every high tide, that cave floods completely, leaving no room for air or for escape. Luckily, high tide only tends to come at night…
…but during all hours of the day, something far in the distance sings songs. It’s a chorus, beautiful and hypnotizing, and if one were to look out toward stones that jut from the distant sea, they’ll spot them: a choir of gorgeous sirens resting upon the jagged rocks. They’re so, so happy to sing with you, should you stray closer — but getting too close means getting grabbed and dragged under. The sirens do not care if you drown on the way to a sandbar far from the Grove itself, but should you survive, you might want to scream for help. Their dinnertime is in a few hours, you see.
Somewhere far, far away from the shore, you can hear something roaring, too. Something large. Something imposing… something you should probably ignore.
SHIP HAPPENS
If one traverses the aforementioned cave before high tide rolls in, making it to the other side and crossing the threshold will spit one out on the docks, where there are cabanas for you to live in temporarily. Or permanently, if you really want to leave the forest behind. The pier boasts numerous empty stalls from a civilization long-gone; off by one of those piers is an old ship in a state of disrepair, and though it looks like it could function in the future, where would you even go if you fixed it?
The two merchants have their own spaces here — past the line of cabanas is an old, run-down building that looks like it was meant to be a seaside souvenir shop before the world as you once knew it ended, and this is where Heimr chooses to set up a temporary General Store. He’ll need some help cleaning all the old junk and coconut crabs out, if you feel like giving him a hand. Fatherly love points will be given to any and all who help, and once finished, a friendly spirit in the form of a dragonfruit dragon will help keep things stocked, as Plum does back at the Grove. Ydalir’s tent lies right outside of the temporary General Store, although her giant tortoise spends a great deal of time wandering off to go play in the shallows.
Each cabana is equipped with a small kitchen, a small living space including a pull-out couch and a bed suitable for two, and a bathroom with a standing shower and sink. There’s an outdoor seating area and firepit next to each, too. Sadly, there are only ten of these, so some sharing may be required, unless you want to sleep outside.
Happy summer, everybody. Don’t forget the sunscreen!
The two merchants have their own spaces here — past the line of cabanas is an old, run-down building that looks like it was meant to be a seaside souvenir shop before the world as you once knew it ended, and this is where Heimr chooses to set up a temporary General Store. He’ll need some help cleaning all the old junk and coconut crabs out, if you feel like giving him a hand. Fatherly love points will be given to any and all who help, and once finished, a friendly spirit in the form of a dragonfruit dragon will help keep things stocked, as Plum does back at the Grove. Ydalir’s tent lies right outside of the temporary General Store, although her giant tortoise spends a great deal of time wandering off to go play in the shallows.
Each cabana is equipped with a small kitchen, a small living space including a pull-out couch and a bed suitable for two, and a bathroom with a standing shower and sink. There’s an outdoor seating area and firepit next to each, too. Sadly, there are only ten of these, so some sharing may be required, unless you want to sleep outside.
Happy summer, everybody. Don’t forget the sunscreen!
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
EVERY DAY IS SUN-DAY
Moder has led everyone to the beach for a day out. Unfortunately, "a day out" is actually going to be "an entire month out that you didn't ask for" thanks to the Fallen Sun. Oops.
RESTING BEACH FACE
While everyone is stuck on the beach, at least the usual amenities are available. Watch out for the coconut crabs, who are actually coconuts, and the mobster lobsters who want nothing more than to pinch your ankles until you get off of their turf. Enjoy volleyball and lounging under the sun in the meantime, though.
THAT’S A-MORAY
The cave floods during high-tide, the sirens want you to come out and sing with them and drown, and something roars in the distance. The ocean is full of untold horrors for your viewing pleasures.
SHIP HAPPENS
The docks is where most of the actual living will happen. Heimr needs help cleaning out an old souvenir shop to make into a General Store, an old ship on the pier might be able to be repaired, and there are ten total cabanas between all of you. Better find a roommate!
OOC
Friends it is summer, please use sunscreen IRL if you go to any beaches that may or may not contain sirens. For the event specifically, OOC Plotting Lives Here if you'd like to plot anything out!
UPDATES
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TREASURE HUNTING
- Teams of 1-3 people may go exploring along the beach, cave, sunken ship(s...?) and in the water. Characters can have one exploration an ooc week. Follow-up questions can be asked, but it's generally going to be "what you read is what you get". Don't worry though, we're putting a lot in!
- Each character has the opportunity for one treasure each on any of their explorations- you will only get ONE for the month, however. Please note that not everyone in a team has to use their treasure pull at the same time! If you want to hold off, you can.
Please use the following form.
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Location: the beach! specifically along the cliff face, if that has any bearing. if not, just the beach :3
Treasure: not this time!
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Cacao spends the first day or two helping clear out the store for Heimr, staring at the dragonfruit spirit occasionally.]
You do quite look like Pitaya Dragon, don't you...
[he only met the dragon recently before coming to the Grove, but they were PRETTY distinct.
After a few more days of being his usual stressed protective self, only pausing to try and herd Vanilla from bleeting at the sea over Clotted Cream, he eventually settles enough to engage with the new location. He can be found lounging in a chair, reading under an umbrella- he's a mountain cookie, this is very hot for him still. Or maybe fishing on the beach, hauling up fish (many of them half fruit) and maybe even grilling his catches. When he thinks no one is looking he occasionally eases out into the shallows and can be spotted, well... failing to teach himself to swim. He's a thick man and very tense by nature- he sinks like a rock. Rip.]
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And look he most certainly will, his Staff obviously intently focused on Cacao in the water. He's not too worried, because the man is only going into the shallows. Which means he can look to his hearts content. ]
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To try and distract himself at first, he aids Heimr with his store because of course he does, but when that's done he has nothing to do but fret.
Which he will. You ever wonder what a distressed sheep sounds like? Well, wonder no longer, because Pure Vanilla will be found on the shore quite often, bleating like his life depends on it. If you look out where he's looking, you may be able to spot a small figure in the water. It may be Clotted Cream, it may be Mizuki, it may be anyone who decided to go out that way and give Pure Vanilla a heart attack. No, he won't stop. Yes he will pace back and forth. His children are not listening to him!!
When he's not having a heart attack over his children off having adventures where he can't reach them, he can be found hiding under an umbrella looking miserable for other reasons. You see, he's very body shy, and thus he's wearing the most ridiculous ass swim suit in the world. Please try to convince him to wear something lighter... Or you're going to watch a sheep melt.
Eventually he will wade into the water himself, trying to beat the heat by sinking into the waves. Only to quickly find out that playing in the river with Mizuki is not the same as getting battered by an ocean. With waves. This is why Cookies don't swim. Ignore the distressed bleating, he'll save himself. He's having a time.
And if you spot him curled up with Cacao under an umbrella in a headlock, let sleeping Peepaw's lay or you'll activate the fretting again.
And of course you can feel free to wildcard whatever you want!]
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It's a lot if you're not expecting it, right?
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[Well, okay. It was disgusting outside and Dipper found himself longing for the public pool for the first time in years. Anything to beat this heat! Trench did not get hot like this and Piedmont was considerably less humid. He thinks. He only sort of remembers these days.]
[Anyway, the beach sounded fun and also, traveling with the skin deer was cool. Too bad the fucking forest decided to kick them out indefinitely. What the heck was all that about??? The voice rings in his ears and he blinks, disoriented.]
What the heck? Was that the thing that keeps messing with us?
[It sounded like a shitty teenager, tbh.]
[Resting Beach Face]
[Dipper has his proper beach fit and has been scuttling around checking everything out. He has his journal out and can be seen running around the sand, uncovering the weird critters and sketching them in his journal. You may also find him running from a large cluster of coconut crabs that seem intent on taking his ankles (or worse).
When he is not causing trouble, he can be seen standing in the shallows of the ocean, looking out. He seems pretty deep in thought, so it'll be easy to sneak up on him, if you want.]
[That's A-Moray.]
[So, unfortunately, Dipper got carried away down in the caves and did not realize the high tide was rolling in so fast. By the time he picks up on the fact that he might be in some deep shit, the water is getting to his knees and he is deep in the middle of this cave.]
[He runs as fast as he can, swims, but the water fills and its not long before he's totally under water. This his lungs burning he realizes that there is maybe something that can save him, and though he's never tried to do it on command, this is as good as time as any to see if it still works in a place so far from home.]
[It is not a pretty transformation, but Dipper slowly takes the form of a little, blue shiny bobtail squid.]
[Feel free to pester in the water if you are similarily aquatic, or find him crawling out of the caves as either a Little Guy, or a bedraggled soggy teenager.]
[Everyday is Sunday]
( she sounds equal parts immensely unimpressed and ridiculously annoyed. she also has somehow already gotten ahold of... an iced melon soda topped with ice cream? girl what. how. when. where.
she just does this. )
It almost sounds pathetic until it drops you into a volcano.
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Sparkling Cookie | Cookie Run Kingdom (CRAU) | New character, Old player
B) Resting Beach Face | Tidepool
C) Ship Happens | Cabanas
D) Wildcard
[HELLO IT CHI I didn't put Sparkling on the plotting post oops uhhh
If you want to plot something else with him pls hit me up on either Sesa or WW's posts or on discord, thumbs up]
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[Comes the voice from right behind Sparkling. There is a teenager here now, standing behind him. He has a blue journal in his hand, emblazoned with a silver tree and 3 on the front.]
A lot of the local fauna here is pretty interesting.
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He sticks with the group long enough to establish the how, why, and what, and then he's gone. His legs are itching to change, and as soon as he discreetly sets his clothes aside, he's disappearing beneath the waves.
But he doesn't disappear entirely! After a couple of hours, Clotted Cream can be seen laying in the surf on his stomach, letting the waves wash over him as he sits through a small pile of shells. Is that a... giant, green shrimp tail making up the lower half of his body? It certainly is!
The majority of the time, if you catch him, he will be in the water. When he isn't exploring, he will be keeping an eye on swimmers like some sort of lifeguard, watching for anyone having a difficult time. The likelihood of someone thinking they can swim far better than they actually can is higher than one might think, after all, and he doesn't have to worry about drowning.
Or, you might find him swimming around the docks! There's something comforting about their shade and shelter, not exactly a safety from predators but... something nostalgic, in a way he can't place. He feels at home beneath the planks, and so when he isn't patrolling the beach or investigating the ocean floor, he'll be here. In fact, if you come by at night, the chances of finding him nestled against a post, sleeping like a baby as the gentle waves rock him back and forth.
But, once or twice, you might catch him staring out at the distant stones as the sound of faint singing floats to shore. It isn't in any sort of way that makes him appear hypnotized, at least - it's concentration, focus, as though if he perks his ear fins as far as they'll go, he can pick up the words. After a little while, he may even begin to hum along, the tune at least something that he can pick out. Unfortunately, his voice is just as hypnotic as the distant sirens' voices are, so uh. Watch out for that. At least he won't be intending to draw you in. ]
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This is much safer than swimming out into the OPEN. ]
I am glad you are enjoying yourself, my dear. Do forgive me for my behavior earlier.
[ The scream bleating....... ]
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[somehow, livio manages to slip into the surf in his new swimwear without being seen first. he's just kind of chilling a bit from the shore, likely sitting down given that only his neck and head are above water. by all accounts, he appears to be enjoying himself, far more at peace than he's been in a long while. being in a body of water that extends as far as the eye can see must do that to a man from a desert planet.
should anyone pass by, he will lift a hand to wave, but, uh... he doesn't seem too keen on standing up or coming back to shore.]
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ii. - a
[once luca's temporary bar gets set up, livio, clothed once more, checks it out to support his local gay business! something about the shakeup of being trapped here must be getting to him, though, because at one point, he gets a familiar, sharp headache. should anyone ask, he admits that he just feels off sometimes, and insists on leaving alone.
about an hour later, he can be found on the beach, visibly tense and supremely fucking pissed off. the call of the sirens drifts over the waves, and he paces up and down the shore like an angry cat, muttering to himself as he tries to figure out how the fuck to get over to the sea creatures without drowning.]
ii. - b
[once he's gotten the pent-up energy out of his system on some coconut crabs or mobster lobsters, Livio: Angy Edition™ will keep his distance from other residents. not too far – he's in sight, just a good bit away, glaring from over the top of a big driftwood log. anybody who's already met razlo also gets a toothy snarl as he grits his teeth.
nobody needs to know that he's petting sylvie the plantimal cat behind the log.]
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iii. WILDCARD
just throw something at me or plot with me! [plotting meme] / PM
i
Which is to say: he's finding a seat in the warm sand near enough to the water that he'll get wet by the waves, but not close enough to be considered "in" it. He'll wait for Livio to notice him before he says anything, nodding in his direction with the light flashing off of his shades.]
Someone's havin' a good time.
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cw: drug/alcohol dependency
[fuck the beach. fuck the ocean. fuck this whole place. kiera grabs their change of clothes and then stays as far away from the shoreline as physically possible.
the moment it's discovered that there are cabanas, they claim one instantly. yes, they're aware that there's a very limited number. yes, they are willing to share.
for a price.]
Find me something alcoholic or psychedelic and the couch is yours.
[their smile is as saccharine as ever as they're leaned up against the doorframe. but they're not budging until these demands are met – seems they're quite serious.]
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cw: alcoholism
[thank fuck for luca. if she can help it, kiera is spending the rest of the summer at the bar, not at all shy about drinking to excess. this is a step up even from her tendencies back in the grove, but hopefully luca will understand and not cut her off.
even if she happens to flirt with the other patrons – at least some. anyone who's made it clear that they're not interested in femme-adjacent folks is safe from her advances, but that doesn't mean she can't annoy them in other ways.
which means you're getting one of two lines:]
Your taste is exquisite. [with less than subtle elevator eyes,
or –]
Been nearly eaten by a sea monster yet? [with the usual smirk.]
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just throw something at me or plot with me! [plotting meme] / PM
i
[He says without any mirth whatsoever. Still glowering at her, he holds up a bottle of moscato, giving it a very small wiggle before holding it out.]
Now let me in.
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Especially when you're from the wild untamed snowy peaks.
He is, however, rocking his new earrings to go with it.
For the most part, he can be found lounging underneath an umbrella, with some drink in hand he grabbed from Luca's bar. He's mostly people watching, though at some point he moves his little lounge chair closer to the water to let his feet soak. That's nice.
Eventually he gets incredibly bored and begins to gather plants and other things. He will commandeer Luca's bar after and begin experimenting. Grinding plants, shells, rocks, uh... "using" animals. Sorry, he's a Witch and that means everything gets used when you're testing things for potions. It might be very easy to drink one on accident, as some of them look quite colorful and maybe a little tasty when he's done. And he's not going to stop anyone, because he does need to test them. Most of them will be harmless, varying from tasty to gross. But maybe you get one that ... softens the mind. Opens it to suggestions. Or encourages something you keep locked inside to come free. Do let him know how you feel!
And of course he's going to be one of the first to pick out a cabana, so he can try and get one all to himself. Not that he will, of course, with how few there are but a man can wish. Good luck sharing with the cat.
Otherwise he can be found turning seashells and things into jewelry or grinding up flowers for cosmetics, not at all shy about using fat or etcetera from the local animals to use as a binding agent. The only thing he hasn't touched is a mango mouse he's somehow befriended, that sits on his shoulder, chewing on his braid. Maybe because it tastes like affogato...
And as always, wildcard me if you desire anything! ]
Cosmetics
Whatever the case may be, it's more what Affogato is doing that draws the Vampire near, his wings kept close to his back so they don't come out from underneath his parasol as he finds a seat nearby so he can watch.]
I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is that you're making?
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[so... the sea is pretty dangerous where hunter comes from. enough so that when they're all still new arrivals here, as soon as he sees someone head for the water, he has a moment of panic and runs at them, stranger or not.]
Wait! What are you doing?! Don't go in the water!
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[once it's clear that the most dangerous thing around is not the water itself, your boy gets to exploring every single nook and cranny this beach has to offer in an extremely tacky toucan shirt and cargo shorts. he's standing in the shallows, watching fish and crabs. he's inspecting the cliff face, looking for plants or nesting birds. he's sampling the jelly beans. as they still squirm.
and if you give him a look about it –]
What? Witches and demons eat each other alive all the time on the boiling isles.
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just throw something at me or plot with me! [plotting meme] / PM
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[ Beat pauses comically with one foot out, tail wagging a little in confusion? ]
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II. dachie digs a hole
III. "and they were roommates"
iv. card (wild)
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If he accidentally sends sand into Dachie's hole well. Sorry. ]
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[Unlike some of his companions, Luca is less than enthusiastic about being hurried off to the beach. Where he’s from, the oceans are best avoided, stalked by the gargantuan and ever-hungry Beast known as the Leviathan. Bearing the Blessing of one of its enemies, Luca had given the coasts a wide berth unless otherwise unavoidable.
And now he was being served up on a platter. Sure it was a different world, but it wasn’t as if this one had presented itself as non-threatening at any point along the way. Even his bird had chosen to stay behind. Hardly the best of signs.
Which is probably why he halts halfway down the redwood bridge, looking at the sand below, then back to the trees above. He takes a step back and likely bumps into whoever has tried to follow behind him. A disgruntled look is presented to his obstacle.]
Can you move?
ii. Resting Beach Face
[After changing into his outfit of choice (blessedly equipped with a breast band to keep from any… untoward slippage), and staring out at the surf for a non-negligible amount of time, Luca finally decides… maybe it’s not so bad. Vigilant as he’s been, surely he would have spotted a threat by now, right?
At least, that’s what he tells himself as he turns around and goes to inspect a coconut. He picks it up, turns it over in his hand — and then yelps as a claw extends and grabs hold of his thumb. Said coconut is shaken about a few times, before flying off into the surf.
He promptly retreats after that, storming off into the caves. Bac an nd forth he goes until he’s successfully retrieved enough wood to fashion a makeshift stall. Several bottles of alcohol and a few glasses have been procured and set out. Luca himself has a bottle on hand, and takes a swig before pouring a shot.]
Don’t worry. Disinfects itself.
[And for those of you inside the caves? Don’t you dare worry. Luca has set up a bar inside as well. He’ll spend his mornings and afternoons outside, and the evenings indoors. No one has to go without liquor.]
[[ooc note: please feel free to NPC the bar. Luca will wordlessly serve you and probably not judge.]]
iii. That’s A-Moray
[Luca falls into a pretty steady routine for awhile. Steady, at least until the sound of singing suddenly draws him in. For a brief second, there is both fear and familiarity in those eyes, recognition there that he couldn’t describe, even if given the time. And then, just as quick as it had come on, it fades into simple bliss.
He takes a step toward the surf, toward a waiting siren that beckons him closer and closer still. If he isn’t stopped, he’ll accept that hand, and swiftly be dragged under.
Will you stop him? Save him? Or watch as he’s dragged to the sandbar to become a snack?]
iv. Wildcard
[Back at the Grove, a bird waits to be played with. Or you can hit me with anything, or reach out to me on Discord to plot something out!]
i hehehehehehehhehe
[ The voice behind him is familiar and annoyed at having been ran into, and also annoyed that they're being ushered like small Cookies on a trip. He doesn't want to go to the beach, thank you.
But his demeanor changes as Luca turns and their eyes lock.
Instantly he grins, the annoyance gone. ]
What, afraid of a little sand?
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there they are. on the beach. because apparently the little bitch in the woods (official title) is thalassophobic.
whoopie.
felicity chooses a suitable yet still lovely fit, and a cute swimsuit that manages to hide the scars on her stomach. ... her back? that's what her long, thick hair is for. and hey, this is friendly to her missing arm- no straps falling!
and with josh's help you can find her in the shallows, a large sea-shell shaped floatie tethered to the shore. orrrr maybe she's resting in the cabana, though she's reluctant to share- but maybe there's enough couples that it won't be too necessary? regardless, she's either making drinks or something to eat, from soda floats to chilled yet refreshing snacks and meals- including ensalada de pulpo. hell yeah. thanks heimr for providing the vegetables. anyways, if you wander by during the day she'll definitely share!
or maybe... just maybe...
you find a three-legged black cat asleep in the shade. )
shallows
It takes him a moment to spot her floating in the shallows, and he stands to watch thoughtfully, before he begins to grin.
He crouches into the most ridiculous crab posture in the world and begins to sneak up to the floatie.
Should he make it there unheard? He's going to flip it - and her - into the water. ]
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[Vash is always comically overeager, but by now it’s probably pretty obvious that it’s usually just a front. That… isn’t the case today. As he all but skips his way down the redwood, wings buzzing long enough to perform something akin to Yoshi’s flutter, there’s a certain, excited energy that simply can’t be faked.
Anyone that gets close enough will figure out just why.]
My, uh. My mother used to tell me about the ocean all the time. I read books and ookd at sims but I’ve never seen it. Sand, sure, but ocean? Wow. [Another buzzing little fit. He smiles widely, showing off those sharp teeth. Maybe it would look scary, if not for how absolutely delighted he seems.]
ii. Resting Beach Face
[The good mood doesn’t fade even after they find that they’re trapped. In fact, Vash gets right to making the most of their situation. After changing into his swim outfit, he runs full tilt toward the surf and absolutely leaps in. A few waves buffet him, promptly sending him ass over tea kettle back onto the shore. He’s still sputtering and laughing as he stares up at anyone who’s come to check on him.]
Guess I should teach myself to swim, huh?
[Eventually he might grow exhausted with trying to teach himself to doggy paddle (yes, he’s taking lessons from Angelina) and trot up and down the beach. He’s changed into something a little more suited for running about. Of course, the second he spots a a mobster lobster, it’s over for them both. Fearlessly, plucked up into the air and held way too close to his face as he exclaims:]
Look at this little cut- EEP!
[That’s as far as he gets before the damn thing grabs hold of his nose.]
iii. Waiting in the Distance
[Eventally, sense seems to take Vash, though. With it comes a strange sense of sobriety as he stares into the distance. The lighthouse is still visible, and he almost feels a pang of guilt as he flits about on the beach, enjoying life. He swears he can see a faint speck moving about, and can’t help but wonder.
Can’t help but worry.
It’s no surprise when his feet begin to take him down the stretch of the beach. Stop him if you want, but it’ll happen more than once. He keeps finding himself drawn out that way. Once he makes it, he’ll give it a wide-enough berth, making his way to Ourania’s statue in order to tidy it up once more. Maybe he even feeds the biblically accurate crabs.
And eventually, as he settles comfortably into Ourania’s lap, he calls out:]
If you’re there, Adrian… I haven’t forgotten my promise. I’ll find a way to make things right. I’ll bring you back, okay?
iv. Wildcard
[Throw me a random prompt, or DM me on Discord! Let’s plot something either way.]
iii
once they approach the statue, he becomes less subtle about his dogging vash's footsteps. he lets himself be heard and seen, should the plant be aware of his surroundings.
and unless vash waves him off or something, he'll eventually approach, looking up at ourania's visage with reverence. whether or not he heard vash's call, he doesn't acknowledge it. rather, he keeps his voice hushed as one should on hallowed ground.]
Hey, sunflower. Sorry if I'm intruding... I just don't want you t'be alone if -- somethin' happens again.
This where She saved you...?
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i need one wildcard please thanks
ok [wilds all your cards] [chaos sounds]
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Resting Beach Face...2
Resting Beach Face the Restening (Volleyball)
Ship Happens
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[OOC Plotting for Sesa lives here!]
bury him
[ He remembers you, grenade-boy. But Beat is willing to help bury shit as much as he's willing to dig so he instantly begins paddling sand around to form Trench. ]
You gotta dig out a bit to sit in, sands cooler down there so yer back ain't gonna roast.
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ii. the obligatory wildcard
ii. beach poems for bird
getting flooded out of the cave and being stuck on the other sidebeing under thestarsjust the moon on the beach with a campfire?? Nothing, truly. All he's missing is a guitar and they can be every stereotypical love song music video.Anyway, he might not have a guitar, but he does have plenty else to make this way
worsemore sappy than it needs to be. Gnosis, excuse him while he gets real cozy with you on this log (there are beach chairs) (stop being nerds). What were they talking about before? Doesn't matter. He's being sappy. ]It's hard to forget how the stars appear,
Because I can see them in your eyes.
And just so long as you stay here,
You'll stay the envy of the skies.
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That's A-Moray
Ship Happens (18+ only)
Wildcard
[I'm sorry for this man, plotting for him lives here!]
you KNOW i'm going for ship happens
Okay!
... What's a wet t-shirt contest?
[look, he's just happy to be here.]
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oh of course I do it would not be a wet tshirt contest if ainchase ishmael were not present
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Yeah yeah we know why i'm here
threadjacking just REAL quick for flavor feel free to ignore this --
flavor or not who knows
gay flavour aka those rainbow sour belts
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you know why i'm here etc etc
playercest for profit and great justice-
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ITS WHAT HE DESERVES TBH
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I am once again playercesting
i am once again whooping and hollering
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Brook | I'm the Grim Reaper
IV. That there's blood on my knees (Wildcard)
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I thought you were dead, what- are you alright? What happened?
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there's one woman who's well aware of absolutely nothing going on. in fact, as far as she's aware, she's just woken up from a rather unusual nap- and she's been joined by a particularly cuddly green tea bunny. how cute.
... except... this is not her body. and yet it is.
white lily sits up slowly. a beach...?
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needless to say, you can find her slowly poking around everywhere, be it wadingin the shallows, wandering the tidepools, exploring the cave, or... vaguely boggling at the cabanas. )
Just... where is this place...?
inhales
It truly cannot be her. Not here.
No. No no no.
Shakily he follows it to where he finds her standing, wondering at her surroundings. He feels ill. He feels elated. He wants to scream, and cry. It's not unlike when he saw her body in Beast-Yeast.
His voice is soft, trembles. ]
White Lily Cookie...?
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As soon as he blasts Zazie apart, he walks as far, far away as he can from the cabanas, away from everyone else. He doesn't want to be around people right now. He doesn't even really want to exist.
But here he is, having found the furthest point down the beach where he's naturally blocked off from going any further, at least not in any position to leave since they're all similarly trapped here. The Punisher gets dropped a few feet away from where Wolfwood actually ends up collapsing, whole-on laying on his side in the sand even though I promise you he isn't dead. He's got bug bites all over, most hidden underneath his clothing, and he's still breathing heavy from the exertion.
He might just stay here until morning. Just wait for exhaustion to claim him and hope the fruit sharks don't eat him overnight.]
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at least an hour after wolfwood falls over at the far end of the beach, livio's-razlo's shape follows. which one it is isn't apparent at first, because he isn't really carrying himself like either man. not livio's disciplined posture or razlo's predatory hunch. if anything, the way he moves is closer to a zombie shuffle -- or what wolfwood might recognize in his own current state as total fucking exhaustion.
to say it's a struggle is a vast understatement, but livio -- and it is livio, judging by the sad, genuine eyes -- manages to drag himself along nick's footsteps until he winds up next to the man. at which point he, too, collapses into the sand. whether wolfwood has stayed down or gotten up, livio reaches a hand out partway toward him, but allows it to fall as well before he actually touches nick. between the shit he's sure razlo has pulled, and the brief snippets of memory he gets of wolfwood roaring and shooting at zazie, he doesn't know if his partner wants to be touched by him right now.]
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you're also getting gnosis i've decided the nosy bitches are here 2 help
hee hee tee hee
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ok uncle is here now
hi uncle we out here suffering
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near the end of the month
And that fast, he's just gone.
And stays gone for the rest of the morning. And still no way to get in there to find him, the Creature still trapping them all in the beach.
But as morning starts to warm to to afternoon, there's a roar from the woods, both very human and very beast-like, like echos layered over each other, before a shape bursts through the treeline. A humanoid figure of light that, as soon as it escapes into safety, form into Dark Cacao in a very fancy new outfit. He goes to one knee, panting, holding himself up with his sword. Around his shoulders two snake-like dragons hover- both very, well... cookie in appearance. Their voices very youthful but also full of ancient power]
Hehehe... Master has returned!
We had started to lose faith that you would ever remember us!
[Cacao looks both about to pass out on the sand and yet... oddly refreshed. There is something Different here, especially to those that can sense power. Something has very deeply changed]
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oh.
for a moment she thinks to earlier this morning and wonders. )
Dark Cacao...
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[maybe a little later all things considered]
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