[MINGLE] Color Coordination: The Announcement

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Inn
WHEN: Morning, 18 April
OPEN TO: ALL - This is a mingle post
NOTES: Details may be found here

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In the often-bustling front room of the inn there sits a large, old-style chalboard on a wooden stand. Chalk is a precious commodity, but limestone can be found easily, and both sides of the board are often covered with notes and notices from villagers.

This morning, the board has been wiped clean and a much different message has appeared on its worn gray surface:

Jude Sullivan and Francis Mulcahy have been exposed to toxic spores and will slowly drown if a counter-agent is not procured.

A yellow lichen is needed. It only grows on a small stand of trees in marshland two days to the southeast. There is no other antidote.

The following people have coordinates for the lichen loaded into their wrist devices. Only they may retrieve it, and only if they work together. If anyone else attempts this, the expedition will fail.

Peggy Carter
Beverly Crusher
Jean-Luc Picard
Owen Prichard
Margaery Tyrell
Mark Watney

Hurry. Soon it will be too late.

Comments

[thekittenqueen]

She nodded, though she wondered if she would remember during the actual hike. There would be so much in her head that it would be easy to forget what she should be doing in favor of what would be making her worry. Still, she would do her best in this case, as it would likely be her only guarantee of survival.

His touch, as always, grounded her. She didn't resist his help, allowing him to ease her hand into the right grip or urge her into a better stance. She followed his instructions and did her best to commit them to memory. "I do." He could at least make thing clear and not over complicate things. "And you said to aim for the neck instead of the chest."

[king_in_the_north]

"That's right," said Robb, shifting his hands up to squeeze against Margaery's shoulders. He wanted to sigh in dismay, to pull her in tightly again, but if she was going to face this, she needn't add worry for him into the mix.

"In the end, my love, just do what you can if you must," he continued instead, and pressed a lingering kiss to her hair. "By the gods' grace, you'll need to draw the blade for nothing more than cutting your meat."

Time was ticking, he knew, and he swallowed roughly before spinning her carefully around to face him again. "Send a message each morning and evening, yeah?"

[thekittenqueen]

He was holding his fears together as well as she was, barely contained and lingering beneath the surface. She knew they were both trying to be brave for the other, which might be amusing were this any other time. She was no warrior and going into the woods might amount to a death sentence, if she wasn't careful.

She cupped his face between her hands, quickly cementing his features in this moment to memory. She could at least hold this and let it warm her heart during the long, sleepless nights. So long as she kept him in mind, she would fight to return.

"I will," she promised, pressing a kiss to his lips. "It shouldn't take more than a few days. Keep watch for me and look after Loras."