[MINGLE] Wendi-go-go to the inn

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Village and Inn
WHEN: 27-31 July
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
NOTES: The Wendigo threatening the village will be killed mid 28 July, with a Blue Lily, per these threads. Plot details here. Note: The final fight is close enough to be seen from the upstairs inn windows.
WARNINGS: Wendigo attack mingle, please warn in comment headers if discussing violence, gore, or related trauma. Possible mentions of character death.

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The urgent warnings come from villagers returning south from the lake: a creature twice the size of a man, antlered and voracious. Larger than any they've seen on the plains, stalking its way to the main village. Some might have their own names for this hunger in a skin of shadow; others might remember that it was the first to claim a life, in their village's short history.

Whatever context one has for it, best to secure all pets and loved ones before it arrives. With weapons and food stores at the inn, the call goes out to gather — And to bring back any tools, because there's no telling what doors and windows can do to stop such a creature.

Comments

[ex_assertiveness90]

Stella doesn't comment on Kamala's mention of superheroes, because really — at this point, having heard so much about other people's worlds, it's not as far-fetched a concept as it would have been when she got here. People have magic and aliens, so superheroes are just about par for the course. If she's skeptical, she hides it well.

"I imagine it must have been," she says, quietly sympathetic. "Was that where you were before you came here?"

It sounds awful. To be kidnapped to a place like that, then abruptly find oneself somewhere else entirely, all without any chance of seeing one's home. The observers don't do anything so terrible as taking away memories — as far as Stella knows, although if she lost a few memories how would she know what was missing? — and death seems to be permanent here, but the village is terrible in its own way, small cruelties that build up over time.

[morphogenia]

It's that quiet sympathy that lets her open up. Kamala doesn't pity herself. She survived a world with monsters that kill you for making noise and very human monsters exploiting the situation for power and cheap thrills. She's lucky. It helps to talk about it. Everything gets smaller once you do; even a horror movie setting with too many children around.

"Sort of. I went home for a little while, but yeah. I was there for four months. It was the hardest thing I ever did which probably doesn't sound like much, huh? I'm basically ten compared to everyone else here. You guys must have been through much crazier stuff." She smiles at her own joke. Everyone has gone through tough times as far as she can tell. Maybe when she's older like them what happened in Reims will be nothing too.