sixthiterationlogs | if the sky can crack [OTA mingle]

Hail had been falling for two days now, peppering the ground and shredding the grass but rather than melt away like a late spring storm it had only intensified, growing in diameter and moving from a mild annoyance to damned near deadly. As the storm raged, ice flew up through updrafts and was forced back to earth in the downdraft, accumulating layer after layer of murky debris until it went hurtling toward the earth with wicked accuracy.

Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.

After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.

[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]

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Her request earned a shrug. "It's not mine to give away. I don't know why it wasn't hung up before, but if you wanna practice, you can. It's not like we've got a lot of other sh-stuff to do here."

Okay, that was a fallacy. There was plenty to do, in the quest to actually keep everyone alive and the village functioning, finding food, repairing things, all of that. But there wasn't a lot to do for fun in the village. Darts helped improve your aim anyway, but there wasn't anything else they were really good for. It was just a game, something to have fun with.

Moana’s lips twisted into a bit of a pout. She’d find a way to practice without borrowing it then. She lived at the inn; maybe she can convince Clint to put it up there. Then she can practice before heading up to bed for the night and it’d technically be available for anyone to play.

"We should put it in the inn after the storm." It’s been decided.

Large dark eyes looked up at Clint with a grin. Moana didn’t think there was a lack of things to do but then the village and its technology were similar to what she was used too. "Until then I can take Itiiti back. I should try and get him to sleep." Or he’ll be a grumpy piglet come morning.

He'd be fine with moving it to the inn after the storm, but the hall probably would be better since it was used less. Much harder to hit someone with an errant dart if there just wasn't anyone around to hit. But it was clear he wasn't going to be the one using the board the most, so it could be her decision to make.

He didn't quite grin back at her, but Clint did give Moana a sort of half grin and a bit of a shrug at her determined decision making, since it really didn't make a difference to him one way or another. Maybe if it was in the inn there'd be a little darts league going soon. (Which he probably wouldn't be allowed to compete in. Damnit.) Handing her back the pig (with relief he didn't show), Clint nodded. "It'll be here when you're ready."

Edited 2017-06-19 03:22 (UTC)

if the sky can crack [OTA mingle]

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