[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

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"I have seen people push at things. I think you spell out your message and then there is something you hit that sends it, almost like letting loose a raven." That's as much as she's been able to gather through watching, but explaining and putting into practice were two different things. "I think some of the others have something similar in their worlds."

It would be worth learning for herself, if something ever happened to her in the woods. There was always a chance that she could be injured while hunting or could become lost. At least knowing how to work this would mean that she could find help.

"No, it might help even beyond this. It would make search parties easier or hunting in tandem."

[king_in_the_north]

"I hadn't thought it would be something I would much concern myself with, but you are right," Robb allowed with a slight nod, looking again to the device strapped to his wrist. Was it a blessing or a curse? It was so hard to tell in this place.

"Perhaps someone who understands them better might instruct those of us who don't," he added, thinking again of the folk who seemed entirely at ease with this new method of communication. "I doubt there is time for it now, but when this is over. When the group has returned."

Because there was no other outcome to be considered.