sixthiterationlogs | the sun in my disgrace [OPEN + MINGLE]

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the sun in my disgrace [OPEN + MINGLE]

WHO: Raleigh Becket
WHERE: 6I village, Inn
WHEN: 21 August - mid morning
OPEN TO: All + Mingle
WARNINGS: ~~Put on your Eclipse Glasses~~ TBD

Raleigh had been on his way back from his normal morning routine of checking his traps and fishing for a while when he noticed the sun wasn't quite the way it normally looked - he'd caught a glance at the reflection and saw that the sun, normally perfectly round, was looking a little like a lemon that had gotten beaten up at the grocery store. Huh. An eclipse. He hasn't seen one since he was in Ranger training and he hadn't gotten a good look at that one because he hadn't been directly in the path of it (and, obviously, he'd been preoccupied).

This one, though, looks like it's just starting so Raleigh has time to go to the Inn and tell the people there that there's an eclipse starting and they should get something to try and look at it. He's not exactly sure of the science behind it but he remembers being a kid and making something with a box and earlier he'd done pretty well with the water. Maybe they can take pots outside with water and just look at the reflections? Might work. Maybe, too, one of the scientists has a better idea of how to get a look at the thing.

For his part, it's just something that's different from the norm. Raleigh hopes it's not a sign that the sun's going to start moving backward or staying up all month like it had a few months back and that it's just a perfectly normal, natural event. After earthquakes and people getting sick with some kind of crazy illness, it was good to just have something...mundane to focus on.

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It's not the first time that the sun's gone wibbly for Amy Pond, but the last time, the earth had been about to be incinerated, a raggedy Doctor from her past showed up, and a weird fishy alien with teeth was lurking around an extra bedroom in her house. Seeing as none of that has turned up, she suspects that this time around is more of the normal space-sciencey-stuff that she hadn't paid much attention to.

History and art, those are things that Amy adores. Biology and physics and space, those were things she relied on the Doctor for. It's not that she can't be good at that sort of thing, it's just that she never really bothered to care when she had a Time Lord to care for her.

Shielding her gaze, she squints up at the bright glare as the sun begins to slowly vanish, bit by bit. There's a touch of anxiety kicking around in her, because what if. What if something is about to happen, what if the atmosphere is being sealed off, what if...? Glancing around, she tries to find someone near, just to get a little reassurance, or maybe to hide behind if things go south. "Oi!" she shouts, when she sees someone. "What do you figure, is it just a normal eclipse?"

Raleigh has managed to rustle up two pieces of paper out of a journal he'd gotten back over the winter during presents and has rigged up a little pinhole viewer so he can see the phases of the eclipse without looking directly at the sun. It's rough science and very crude but as he watches, he can see the sun get smaller and smaller as it's blocked out by the moon. When it's completely blocked, he takes a chance and looks up, sees a ring of bright light around a darker spot.

"Looks like the moon's directly blocking it," he says, grinning a little. The air is a little cooler and the birds have gone quiet; everything is eerily still for a moment before life starts back up again. It's strange, the way things are so tied to the cycles of light and dark, winter and summer but when there's nothing else to set an internal clock by, it's necessary.

Raleigh hasn't had a watch or known the time in over a year now. It's crazy when he reflects on it now, the whole span of time, but in the day to day he doesn't think about it much. Today, it seems like everything's narrowed down to a couple minutes where the moon flies past the sun but sometimes it seems like the days stretch on and on, endless.

Time is a funny thing.

This wasn't the first time Diana had seen a total eclipse, in fact she'd seen several over the years that she'd been in the world of men. Though, this was the first time she'd seen one while in the nameless village. She wasn't sure if this was a common occurrence in the village but she didn't truly care.

It just made her think that maybe things weren't as different there as she'd first thought.

She smiled as headed out, her arms crossed. She headed over to the trees because even she wasn't dumb enough to actually look up at the sun. No, she planned on watching the shadows cast by the trees to track the progress of the eclipse. She sat down on the ground, not caring if she got dirty and her gaze was focused intently on the shadows. It wasn't until a more humanoid shadow formed, blocking the eclipse shadows, that she bothered to look up.

"Did you want to sit with me?"

"HOLY CRAP! SOLAR ECLIIIIIIPSE!" Major shouts, gleeful as a child who's been let loose in his favorite candy store (really, it's more like a kid being let loose in a Game Stop), as he runs out of the Inn in a hurry. Despite knowing better, he does sneak a couple of very, very quick glances up at the sky, but after realizing he can't see much of anything (and that he doesn't want to burn his retinas out, especially not in a place that doesn't even have an eye doctor on staff), he tries to figure out what they could use to view the event instead of all of them slowly going blind. He thinks to look for Ravi, because certainly The Good Doctor would have some kind of idea of what to do, but he also doesn't want to spend the duration of the event looking for his friend.

One hand at his waist, the other tapping his lip, he turns to the person nearest him, leaning over to ask:

"Given that I like being able to see stuff, and you probably do, too, we should find something to safely look at the eclipse. Can't you make like, a pinhole thing? With a box? .. God, do we have have cardboard here? Has that been invented yet?"

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Moana stood with the crowd of people who were looking up at the sky. She had heard someone shouting through the inn about a box so she had gotten the box that Itiiti had arrived in and tried to fashion it into something that could look at the sky.

She really had no idea what she was doing.

After her box was complete (most likely with help), she watched as the moon slowly began to blot out the sun. "Isn't it a bad omen or something?" She chewed over the thought before looking back down into the box that she had made. It made her feel uncomfortable watching it and as the world darkened she put down the box and looked directly up at the sky.

She wished she could shake this unsettling feeling.

Clint's working on his current project - trying to fashion wheels for a cart he's cobbling together out of a door from one of the destroyed houses and some other leftover scraps of wood - on the foundation of what used to be the schoolhouse before the Obscurus went tornado on the thing. The wreckage had been cleaned up fairly quickly, and it's now an open area with few obstructions in the middle of the village, so it's fairly good as a makeshift work station. The lack of trees overhead also means he notices the way the light starts changing, gradually fading into a color almost like dusky charcoal. It's the middle of the day and when he'd begun work that morning it wasn't looking likely to storm, so Clint looks up to see if he needs to clear out before the rain falls - and realizes what it must be when he realizes there's no storm clouds in the sky.

Back home, an eclipse would be awe-inspiring to him, something to get the beach chairs out and watch in full, the little kid inside of him once again shouting his dreams of being an astronaut, but here in the village he's wary. What with everything they've been through in the last few months, this may not even be an eclipse at all - what if the sun's just going out? And, unbidden, a line of a song that's been lurking in the back of his head for a month comes to the forefront again, and he can't help speak-singing it to himself, though loud enough for others to hear him if they're nearby.

"That's great it start's with an earthquake, birds and snakes and aeroplanes, Lenny Bruce is not afraid..."

Hawke is walking through the streets when the sunlight starts disappearing. At first, she thinks it's just cloudy, but something about this darkness feels... wrong. It makes her hair feel like it's standing up on end, like the way everything had felt during the Blight.

It reminds her of Ostagar. For a few seconds, she can see the darkspawn army, hear the cries of the mabari hounds and the dying screams of fighters all around her. She remembers, vividly, the sight of her brother's broken and bruised body lying on the ground and an unexpected panic wells up inside her. A hand reaches automatically behind her for her bow, but her fingers close around air and fabric. Right. Her bow is gone. She's weaponless.

That doesn't mean she's entirely incapable of handling herself should this really be a darkspawn invasion, but it sure would be easier with a weapon. Or the Hero of Ferelden. Or both. Why not both? Oh, right, that's not how her life works. Her life is a trash heap and luck is never with her.

So she does the only thing she knows to do. She looks for the closest person, demanding, "Have you seen any darkspawn?" Except no one has ever seen darkspawn here but her and Fenris. If she has to start giving lessons on darkspawn, she might have a few choice words for the Maker.

There's not a whole lot in this village to enjoy. There's no snazzy boutiques on the corner, no place to indulge in some much needed retail therapy. The weapons are primitive and shoddy, no angel blades for her to slay with. Not that she needs them, with the severe lack of demons to hunt down and dispatch. None of the finer things in life exist here, so she fills her days with training and helping where she can.

It's hard, adjusting to being a normal human. The marks are still on her skin, the runes standing out like inky tattoos, but they don't do anything for her anymore. It would be easy to hunt and contribute if she had her powers, but she's still trying to figure out how to kill wildlife with a machete.

But word of the eclipse has gotten around, and Isabelle's decided she's going to enjoy it. She snags a bowl of fresh peaches from the other village and grabs a blanket from her room, spreading it out on the grass to sit on. She can't look directly at the sun, but she's enjoying watching the shadows come through the leaves, the little crescents becoming smaller and smaller on the ground.

The people walking by are greeted with a gesture and a smile. "Come sit with me?"

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