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sixthiterationlogs2016-12-27 12:47 pm
chosenbytheocean) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-12-27 12:47 pm
0I Waterlogged [OPEN]
WHO: Moana
WHERE: Fountain/Docks/Around
WHEN: December 27th
OPEN TO: ALL ARE WELCOME!
WARNINGS: Mentions of almost drowning…
STATUS: Closed
Prompt i – le mea e te
The waves crashed hard against her torso as the horizon spun and tumbled away. Something grabbed onto her foot and a violent pull jolted through her as another wave trapped her below the surface of the water. Her lungs burned while her fingers blindly groped the lagoon floor. Needles prickled against her senses and her vision began to falter and fade.
This is what she got for trying to pass the barrier reef.
Cold fire filled her lungs and her eyes snapped opened to find a large blackness surrounding her. This water was calmer and colder than what she'd experienced a moment before. She felt fabric constrict across her shoulders and then something new tethered around her feet. She didn’t have time to stop and consider these changes. She kicked at the water moving towards the light above her and the promise of air. She gasped as she broke the surface of the fountain, her fingers clawing at the cement rim before pulling herself up, over and onto the hard cold ground. She pulled off her scrub, the pack, her boots and her socks; feeling their weight press uncomfortably against her. She coughed and gasped, her dark brown eyes blinking away the stars and tears that filled her vision.
Her sight blurred and it took Moana a moment to focus on what was around her. The air was frigid, biting and gnawing uncomfortably at her wet skin. Her boots, pack and navy blue over shirt were tossed messily to her right side. She wasn't on her island anymore and the more she asked herself how she got here the more she drew a defined blank.
"Pua? Pua are you here? Are you okay?" Her voice was frantic as she looked around the base of the fountain. Her pet pig had been in the boat with her and she'd hoped that he'd somehow made it back to shore.
She was in so much trouble.
Prompt ii – Iloa mamao atu
She'd pushed the extra clothes and shoes into the pack. She wasn't used to wearing shoes and despite the fact that the ground was freezing she felt more comfortable without them on. Moana shrugged the pack over her shoulders before ringing out her thick black hair. Water pooled onto the sidewalk as she began to make her way through the small town. She had gotten general information from those she's spoken too but it was hard to believe. The gods wouldn't punish her like this, would they? Is this what happened when people tried to leave the reef? All of her questions felt very silly.
"What do I do now?" She asked no one in particular, her dark eyes moving over the small town. Wandering around helped her a bit but it felt too directionless.
She paused after passing a few buildings and looked up towards the sky in amazement. The snow on the ground had melted away and yet small little white fluffs were falling from the overcast above her. Moana held out her hand and then shivered as the cold ice melted on her skin.
"What is this?" Moana had been born on a tropical island; she'd never seen snow before.
Prompt iii – Na i le punou vaitafe
She had been told there wasn't an ocean and yet she couldn't really believe that. The ocean connected everything; she had to be able to find it. She ended up at the boathouse, her gaze peering around the building and the boats lined up on the docks.
"All rivers go to the ocean right?" Moana began to talk to herself, keeping her tone calm and yet curious. "I've never seen a canoe like this." She paused looking at the small boat that floated next to the dock. She knew how the village canoes were designed and built but she had no idea how something like these boats were built.
"Hello?"
She called, this time louder, wondering if someone might hear her. There was a feeling inside of her, something tugging her towards the rolling currents of the river.
WHERE: Fountain/Docks/Around
WHEN: December 27th
OPEN TO: ALL ARE WELCOME!
WARNINGS: Mentions of almost drowning…
STATUS: Closed
Prompt i – le mea e te
The waves crashed hard against her torso as the horizon spun and tumbled away. Something grabbed onto her foot and a violent pull jolted through her as another wave trapped her below the surface of the water. Her lungs burned while her fingers blindly groped the lagoon floor. Needles prickled against her senses and her vision began to falter and fade.
This is what she got for trying to pass the barrier reef.
Cold fire filled her lungs and her eyes snapped opened to find a large blackness surrounding her. This water was calmer and colder than what she'd experienced a moment before. She felt fabric constrict across her shoulders and then something new tethered around her feet. She didn’t have time to stop and consider these changes. She kicked at the water moving towards the light above her and the promise of air. She gasped as she broke the surface of the fountain, her fingers clawing at the cement rim before pulling herself up, over and onto the hard cold ground. She pulled off her scrub, the pack, her boots and her socks; feeling their weight press uncomfortably against her. She coughed and gasped, her dark brown eyes blinking away the stars and tears that filled her vision.
Her sight blurred and it took Moana a moment to focus on what was around her. The air was frigid, biting and gnawing uncomfortably at her wet skin. Her boots, pack and navy blue over shirt were tossed messily to her right side. She wasn't on her island anymore and the more she asked herself how she got here the more she drew a defined blank.
"Pua? Pua are you here? Are you okay?" Her voice was frantic as she looked around the base of the fountain. Her pet pig had been in the boat with her and she'd hoped that he'd somehow made it back to shore.
She was in so much trouble.
Prompt ii – Iloa mamao atu
She'd pushed the extra clothes and shoes into the pack. She wasn't used to wearing shoes and despite the fact that the ground was freezing she felt more comfortable without them on. Moana shrugged the pack over her shoulders before ringing out her thick black hair. Water pooled onto the sidewalk as she began to make her way through the small town. She had gotten general information from those she's spoken too but it was hard to believe. The gods wouldn't punish her like this, would they? Is this what happened when people tried to leave the reef? All of her questions felt very silly.
"What do I do now?" She asked no one in particular, her dark eyes moving over the small town. Wandering around helped her a bit but it felt too directionless.
She paused after passing a few buildings and looked up towards the sky in amazement. The snow on the ground had melted away and yet small little white fluffs were falling from the overcast above her. Moana held out her hand and then shivered as the cold ice melted on her skin.
"What is this?" Moana had been born on a tropical island; she'd never seen snow before.
Prompt iii – Na i le punou vaitafe
She had been told there wasn't an ocean and yet she couldn't really believe that. The ocean connected everything; she had to be able to find it. She ended up at the boathouse, her gaze peering around the building and the boats lined up on the docks.
"All rivers go to the ocean right?" Moana began to talk to herself, keeping her tone calm and yet curious. "I've never seen a canoe like this." She paused looking at the small boat that floated next to the dock. She knew how the village canoes were designed and built but she had no idea how something like these boats were built.
"Hello?"
She called, this time louder, wondering if someone might hear her. There was a feeling inside of her, something tugging her towards the rolling currents of the river.
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"There is water and water finds it's way to the ocean, even if we can't see the path. The ocean connects everything." Her voice sounded wistful but light and affection. Moana truly loved the ocean. There were conflicts inside of herself, the thread that pulled her towards the sea and her family who insisted that she be happy where she was; safe on her island.
She wasn't on her island anymore.
"My favorite is about the goddess Te Fiti. She was able to grant life to the islands of the world. Her heart was stolen by the demigod Maui. Who was known as a shape shift, master of earth and sky, and also very devious. As Maui made his escape, he was attacked by the lava demon Te Kā, causing the heart to become lost in the ocean. No one has seen Maui or the heart since." Moana pulled her knees to her chest, curling her toes over the edge of the dock. She looked down at the water as she continued. "My grandmother told me that when the heart was stolen, darkness covered the land and it was slowly stealing life from the surrounding islands. That the darkness is still coming. She said that someone will find the heart of Te Fiti, find Maui and make him return what he'd stolen."
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"You get far enough out and there is no one else to go. We are very literally trapped here. Or so I am told. I never venture out far." He didn't want to get close to the cliffs, his nightmares made that fear very real.
Thorfinn looked at her with his brown eyes looking both soulful and facinated. "Did anyone try to seek the heart?" He asked curious.
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She paused for a few moments, lost within her thoughts before nodding her head and continuing. "If I do get back. I want to try again." possibly get past the reef this time. "Maybe I can find the heart and help or Iceland." She looked over at Thorfinn and smiled.
"But if it's as cold as this, I don't want to stay there." Her tone was light but thoughtful. She was being serious about not staying there but going to see it. "I wonder what's out there." It was the sort of thing she wondered about the ocean and now about this village. "I think there is more but maybe we can't see it yet."