Sixth Iteration Logs

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sixthiteration

WHERE: Lawn in front of 6I Inn
WHEN: Morning, April 5
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: n/a

The day dawns bright and just a little cool, soft mist rolling over the distant mountains as the forest stretches and yawns in the breeze. It's another beautiful morning in this new-old village, just waiting for its inhabitants to begin filling it with the work of the day.

But this day, there is a surprise. A gift, if you will, not unfamiliar to the old timers, although they know too that sometimes these gifts come with strings.

On the lawn in front of the 6I inn, all of the tables, chairs and even the bar has been moved out into the breaking sunshine. A breakfast feast has been arranged, tables piled high with every imaginable delicacy and comfort food of a certain era: Muffins, toast, coffee, fruit, pop-overs, crumpets, lamb chops, porridge, hot chocolate, biscuits, and every kind of egg, just to start. Even the bar is stocked for those itching for mimosas, mint juleps or irish coffee.

Of course, anyone who has spent time in the wilderness can tell you: In a place gone wild, it's only a matter of time before the scent of food draws in unwanted visitors. Eat up while you can, villagers; you may be sharing your plate soon.

[Please read details here!]

sixthiteration

WHERE: 6I Fountain Park & Elsewhere
WHEN: April 1
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: N/A

In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.

Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.

But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.

Far, far away, in a place that isn't really there, people begin to blink out of existance.

It is the first of April.

It is precisely ten o'clock in the morning.

[Please see event details and guidelines here.]

sixthiteration

The Inn is still a place that most of the villagers gather and, as such, a perfect place to conduct an experiment. Since it is a place of high traffic, it is not uncommon to see people come and go at all hours of the day and night; men and women come through to eat meals, to deliver game and simply to talk and catch up with others. If there's any bit of news or a new development within the village, it always spreads through the Inn like wildfire.

So what happens when the Inn is locked away from everyone else? What happens when the doors cease to work and the traffic in and out of the myriad doors is forcibly stopped for an afternoon and evening? Chaos? Panic? Both? Neither? That is precisely the hypothesis being tested today.

There are ways out, yes, but they're cleverly hidden. The keys are not in the normal, visible places they should be kept and each key fits a certain door. Additionally, those doors have to be opened in a certain order or nothing is going to happen.

How long will it take for the Inn to open up to the public again?

[Details can be found HERE]

fromnowhere

WHO: Rey
WHERE: First at the Fountain, then at the Inn
WHEN: End of December
OPEN TO: Fountain is open to Karen; the Inn is open to anyone with answers
WARNINGS: There could be TLJ spoilers, but I will warn for them & please let me know if you'd like to avoid them!

fountain - closed to Karen

It was wet. It was cold. It was impossible to breathe.

As Rey came to, she was aware that she was relieving the moment she'd come out of the pool on Ahch-To, only it was actually freezing and the water she was in was much, much deeper than before. She flailed her arms and found herself reaching toward the surface - the blurry light gave her that much of a clue - but there was no way she was going to make it without inhaling the water she was surrounded by. She kicked, arms outstretched, and broke the surface with a gasp, immediately falling under the water again. Something was weighing her down, but she couldn't pinpoint the weight while panicking at the same time.

There was so much wrong with what was happening to her in that moment that when she broke the surface the second time, she croaked out a, "Help!" before her head ducked below the surface again. The kicking helped, though she'd only caught a glimpse of someone walking by before the water had obscured her eyesight again.

inn

The warmth was welcome and, as she sank into a chair by the fire with a quick, but generic, smile at her rescuer, she pulled the bag she'd been wearing closer and took in her surroundings. It wasn't quite like any cantina she'd been to and it was nothing like Jakku, which left her at a loss. She recognized no one and though the language wasn't a barrier, the things she'd been told meant nothing to her.

Worse, trying to reach out with the Force had left her with nothing. It was if it didn't exist and that was the most terrifying feeling of all. Though it was new to her, she'd become accustomed to it being there in the last several days and without it - or a blaster or her staff - she felt more helpless than she wanted to admit. It wouldn't last long, she was a survivor if nothing else, but being deposited on a new planet, tossed unconscious into a fountain like she had been, was unsettling.

To say the least.

immunetolight

WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: Fountain, river, 6I Inn
WHEN: 15 December
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: ~~Emo Boy ca. 2003.~~ TBD.
NOTES: I only want one person on the fountain prompt; the others are wide open! I know The Last Jedi just came out so there will be NO SPOILERS for that movie in this post.

Fountain

The first sensation he's aware of before anything else is the cold. Throughout his training, throughout his life, really, Ren's always been aware of the push and pull of the Force and how it affects the living beings around him. This feels devoid of life, empty of the warmth that humanity brings and is ice-cold instead. It's the sort of cold that makes his legs and feet feel leaden and his attempts to augment his upward progress with the Force fail somehow.

He's been conflicted, yes, but how can the Force simply leave him? He has no time to ponder that particular conundrum before he's pushed up and out and the source of the cold is made known to him: he's in a fountain, of some sort, and there's ice along the stone rim of it. Such architecture isn't common on former Empire worlds and had often been destroyed. The Order has destroyed such things in former Rebellion planets in order to put up their own architecture, sleek and black, so this is something he cannot identify. What planet is this?

He does a quick assessment of his body and finds himself in possession of his limbs, his faculties, but one very important thing is missing. He cannot feel the Force, he cannot seek it out, and what he'd thought was simply shock from being underwater is now shown to be some sort of active suppression. He exhales noisily, his breath turned visible in the frosty air, and slams his hand down against the lip of the fountain with all the strength he can manage. The fountain looks no worse for the wear. His right hand may well be fractured.

He struggles to pull himself from the fountain and collapses on the ground, wondering how he'd wound up on this planet and how he can remove himself from it as quickly as possible. He needs the Force and he needs the advantages it gives him if he has no access to a weapon or warm clothes.

Inn

Eventually, he finds himself to the Inn. It's a central location in this village and while he has no more answers than he did inside the fountain he is, at least, warmer. He's currently wrapped in a blanket before the fire and there's a cup of herbal tea in his hand but he's not drinking it. He'd tried it, briefly, but it'd been too bitter for his tastes and his requests for sugar had been met with blank stares. Apparently that is something too precious to be wasted on something so mundane as tea.

He rolls his neck a bit, feeling the muscles and joints expand and contract, and wishes yet again he had access to the Force if only so he could ease the tightness there and assess the injury in his hand. He has rotated it some so if there is a break, it's not in the joint itself, but it hurts and he thinks it's already begun to swell.

When someone walks by, he gruffly offers to get up and offer them his chair but he doesn't want to vacate it. Instead, he wants to sit and watch the fire for a while and see if he can divine anything from it since his normal divination tools are lost to him.

River

It takes him a few days but eventually someone tells him that he has to work to be fed. Ren has never worked in his life for anything; during training, naturally, he'd done some physical labor but his master had gone easy on him since he'd been his nephew. He's never done any physical labor without the Force to augment his strength so when someone suggests he fish, he decides that's the task he'll take on.

He has a fishing pole made of a long, springy branch and he's got a hook attached to it which looks like it had been something else in a former life and has now been repurposed. There's bait only in the sense that someone's told him to dig for it and that had only netted him with two grubs and much frustration.

The only fish he manages to catch is smaller than his hand and when he tries to get it off the hook, he ends up dragging it across his palm in a jagged, surprisingly-deep laceration.

He seethes in his pain, instead of crying out. (Lies. He cries out loudly.)

andrend

WHO: Kylo Ren~~'s Force Ghost~~
WHERE: House 40
WHEN: February 6th, Forward dated so people can play it over the weekend.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Graphic Character Death & Body discovery; possible some tears from his tiny ~~adopted family~~ group of acquaintances
STATUS: Open
Important OOC Notes: Jean Grey will be discovering Ren's body, though others are welcome to discover the tree and the symbol. Kira will be burying the body with the shovel he got from Ren in a different post. Otherwise, this post is like other event posts. OTAs and Threadjacks and such where threads are not closed. Have at it.

The static in the air has only grown worse with the passage of time. Electricity is everywhere, shocking hands that reach for door handles and raising the hairs off skin. It's a charged atmosphere that has flooded the village and surrounding canyon, and it seems to be growing rather than dissipating.

Occasional orbs of electricity burst into life in the sky, lightning lancing out from the energize centers in various directions, sometimes striking houses or trees. It's at the least a concern, and one that unsettles Ren for the frequency of it, and the dry quality of the air.

Lightning strikes a tree near the house, and the crack of the trunk is loud enough to draw at least one of its inhabitants out to take a look when the initial sound changes into a cacophony of cracking and snapping that ends in a crash. The tree, smoldering in an arc down its split and splintered trunk had landed against the corner edge of the roof and smashed a small cave-in into the covering.

It was nothing to worry about as far as the integrity of the building's structure, but the potential for a growing fire was. Ren slid his coat off and tossed it over the fallen part of the broken tree, smothering the embers as quickly as he could. One house going up was a problem, but in the weather they had been having, it wouldn't take much to spread.

The second strike comes as he's putting out the flames, striking the house itself this time. He manages to see it, watches the arc of it slam into the roof like a weapon more than a feat of nature. And the strike unnaturally coils and burns into the roof with the hiss of a new fire. Grabbing the coat as quickly as he could, Ren jumps onto the broken tree, scaling the angled log as quickly as he can in a race against flames. He slips, splinters his hands and knocks his knees a few times on the way up, but he makes it, and throws himself toward the fire.

For all he internally might have wished the village would burn, the house was a shelter to Jean and himself, and he didn't want to watch that so easily destroyed by an angry storm of lightning. He throws the singed coat down over the flames, barely catching a glimpse of the symbol burned clear as day into the roof itself. His priorities elsewhere.

Another fire smothered, Ren allows himself a moment to catch his breath, tugging a shard of bark from his palm and pulling the now ruined coat off the symbol to take a look. He never gets the chance to see it clearly, as a second bolt attempts to strike exactly where the first has hit, and meets a softer, more conductive barrier in its path.

Warning: Graphic Character Death follows

( Proceed at your own risk )

[Important OOC Notes: Jean Grey will be discovering Ren's body, though others are welcome to discover the tree and the symbol. Kira will be burying the body with the shovel he got from Ren in a different post. Otherwise, this post is like other event posts. OTAs and Threadjacks and such where threads are not closed. Have at it.]

andrend

WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: Just outside the Inn
WHEN: February 1st
OPEN TO: All; Threadjack style
WARNINGS: None other than that this is really long.
STATUS: Open

The fact that daily meals not only existed, but seemed to do so in spite of snow, earthquakes, and auroras in the sky, was one of a few consistently positive glimmers of hope for the village and its inhabitants. It also had the benefit of drawing a large number of those same inhabitants to one predictable location more often than not. For Ren, that was normally a reason to avoid the inn in the hours after dawn and before dusk. However, with his mind on the conversations he had had with Sansa and Veronica, and the missing beast presumably still roaming somewhere out in the canyon, Ren knew he couldn't keep approaching the problem the way he had been, previously.

Veronica's advice still lingered in his mind fresh enough after a month of thought to have him trying something new. He waited for a good number of people to enter the inn before doing so himself, and asked, with a softened tone and a calm voice, if people could spare a moment when they finished to have a discussion.

He had missed the most recent meeting, entrenched as he had been in his training. It had been another lost opportunity, and he wanted no more of those. This was as good of a chance as any, and he was taking action before action could be taken from him.

With his request submitted, he left the inn and borrowed a sturdy crate from outside one of the unused buildings. He took a seat on it, just outside the front of the inn, during the meal. Most people came and went through the doors, and it gave him a good position without worrying about the crowding of the growing village's size packed inside one space.

When enough people decided to come out and take part, he stood back up, his long hair loosely pulled back, and the scar the cut across his face and down his arm far more visible for it. He looked around at the faces gathered, some familiar, others new, and straightened his back, standing taller and more assured. He needed people to trust him, or at least trust that what he had to say might be important. But he could not be harsh, he could not demand. He had to coax reason out, and the only way to do so was to offer his ideas as ideas, and nothing more.

"A lot has happened in this canyon. Some of you have been here for far more of it than I have. There have been hazards, storms, unusual discoveries, and violent creatures. People come and go, almost always without the slightest inclination as to how or why. I myself have gone and returned, and I remember nothing of it." He paused there, one hand holding onto the metal staff he had been using so long now it had become an extension of him. He rested it on the ground like a cane now, using it to keep himself grounded.

"This canyon is unpredictable. The dangers and threats that may face us in the future can not be anticipated wholly, and there is no way of knowing who among us will still be around to see them. But one thing is clear. I do not believe our captors have ever intended anything positive of this place. They observe, and they prevent our escape. They take our strength, our possessions, our memories," He hesitates a moment, his grip tightening on the staff, his voice sharper for a moment before settling back to an even tone. "And they toy with us. We have no idea who they are, what their true intentions may be, or how they came to bring us here, only that for now we are trapped here, together."

He looks over the group that has gathered, a frown crossing his face, his brows furrowed a moment before smoothing over. He has to choose his words carefully, and for the sometimes reckless young man, it isn't easy not to dive straight in.

"I think it's time we discuss whether or not this place needs more than the loose assortment of tasks and common, repeated actions it has as it currently stands. I believe we need a leadership in place. A council. With how unpredictable this place has proven to be, no one person can or should be trusted with that task but more dangers will come, we will face more disasters, more attacks that we can not see coming. We can not assume that we will always have the luxury of waiting until after the fact to react."

He breathes, slow and deep, and tries to find the words again, searching for the right phrasing, the right voice.

"I think a council is something we should consider. A group of people to share the burden of making tough calls or assigning tasks when things go wrong, or when something needs to get done. It will not work, however, if disagreement runs rampant underneath it. That's why I came here. At the very least, it should be discussed. If the majority is against it, I will drop the matter, but if we do not at least have this conversation, I do not think this village will last many disasters before the fragile organization the structure of it is currently built on collapses and falls apart."

Having said his piece, Ren stepped aside, and offered the area he had been speaking from to anyone who might choose to use it.

[This is a meeting post open to threadjacking, interruptions, opinions, and the like. If your character has anything to say, let them do so. I'll drop a secondary comment below for Ren specifically, otherwise go wild and respond to anyone you like or start your own thing. It's intended to be an IC discoure over whether or not the village needs some form of leadership, but any actual organizing of a leadership is not intended or planned to be formed from this meeting.]

andrend

WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: Out back from the inn
WHEN: 28th
OPEN TO: Kira Akiyama
WARNINGS: None currently
STATUS: Closed

Nearly a full month had passed since the appearance of the unwanted boxes, and Ren had been keeping himself busy with training, hunting for the missing creature, and general avoidance of the village's more populated areas. He had needed time to think and to work through what to do next and where to begin. He had plenty to keep him busy, but busy wasn't good enough. He needed to do more, and he needed to press harder.

His original intent in stopping by the inn, besides dropping off some more wood, had been to speak to someone about using it to hold a meeting, but he had changed his mind about the timing of it, deciding to wait just a little longer. He had already missed one, so he had been told. Another so soon and people might be less inclined to listen or speak.

It wasn't exactly chance that he found Kira at the inn. The man did live there, after all. But Ren was almost relieved to see Kira was the only one about at that moment. Ren didn't much feel like dealing with others.

"Shouldn't you be out tracking monsters down?" Kira had some kind of power, and if Ren were more inclined he would have dragged Kira away and put him to use a while ago. As it was, he didn't like relying on the chance that other people's powers were more reliable than his own.

candor1

WHO: Cassian Andor
WHERE: The Fountain
WHEN: Present at large, whenever's best for your character, in defiance of the space-/time-continuum. Multithreading welcome.
OPEN TO: YOU! (Everyone!)
WARNINGS: Vague semi-spoilers for Rogue One. Novelization quotes hyperlinked to citation page. (If not wanting to really be spoiled, don't follow 'em!)
UPDATE: (in comment thread) erm… apparently suicidal ideation and maybe indirect attempt.
STATUS: Closed

( Sigue andando el camino por toda su vida | Respira... )

3ofswords

WHO: Kira Akiyama
WHERE: The bee hives, behind the Town Hall
WHEN: December 27th, well after the storm
OPEN TO: Kylo Ren
WARNINGS: Possible violence, certainly threats of it
STATUS: N/A

The other clues hung from the bottles of beer had taken some of the surprise out of the gift Kira had found in the old schoolhouse. Follow the cards hadn't seemed much a priority without a deck to follow, unless the place was trying to send him back into the fountain for another round of aching limbs and needles stitching his skin to his bones. Not exactly the afternoon he was after when the snow finally cleared a bit, so he'd asked after clues to the other--a library, archive, and finally been pointed south along the trail to the building. It had been as strange and antiquated as the rest of the village, wooden desks and chairs, the slate of the blackboard as cold to the touch as the rocks and earth outside.

Credence's gift had been balanced on its edge, seeming old and new at once--old fashioned, but glossy to the touch. His hands had been fidgeting for days without his deck, and somehow Credence had willed into existence a replacement.

Smaller than the deck from home, and just a standard deck of 52 playing cards, but beggars couldn't choose, and they were charming--far less inexplicably than the giver.

Once he'd found them, he'd spent an hour in the dark schoolhouse, shuffling them between his hands, getting used to the feel of them. Sensing the weight, asking them basic questions, testing if they'd respond. That extra sense was still weak, and they were hardly made for this purpose, but eventually they'd rolled over like the sharp-eyed cats on the jokers, and stretched, and fallen into a kind of shape he understood. He'd halved the deck, taking top and bottom cards from each pile, and made himself a compass: spades in the north, hearts to the south, clubs and diamonds for the east and the west. Shuffle, halve, do it again: after four, the cards slipped in his fingers and scattered on the desk as he shuffled, defying another test of what they both already understood.

Interesting, that the deck wasn't near as polite as the person who had conceived it. Kira had smiled, and picked them up, and set out to see where they wanted him to go. He still couldn't travel far, especially in this weather, but a five of clubs seemed a reasonable distance to walk from the schoolhouse door. It took him around the large building opposite, into a large field of white snow, until he was standing at a low wall, a chorus of odd stumps with boards laid over their tops standing along it. Everything appeared untouched, blanketed in the new snow falling gently from the grey sky, and he was about to pull another card to see where he might now turn, when an unnatural black caught his eye.

Ice formed on its side, as if it had been caught in a thaw before another freeze, a small black shovel stood unfolded and struck into the roots of a tree. Kira brushed new snow from the top of the handle, and a tag dangled free, its nondescript text and final message strangling a laugh in his throat. He still had the strange toy from the piles of gifts in his room, still unable to remember how he'd dreamed up such a creature, and he wondered if Kylo Ren had thought up his own gift in that tense moment of their first real meeting.

"Time to dig a way out," he read, "or a grave." His first tug of the handle didn't free the shovel from the frozen ground, and he considered just leaving it. Who had time to be this dramatic, he wondered, before brushing his thumb over the cards he'd spent an hour shuffling in a dark schoolhouse. "What an absolute piece of work."

turned_to_steel

WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: December 20th
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
STATUS: OPEN

Sansa had her jaw clenched and her hands buried deep in her pockets, hurrying towards the Inn as quickly as she could make herself go without running. It was tempting to run but she didn't trust the snow that clung to the ground and the fact that there could possibly be ice patches somewhere underneath. She didn't relish the idea of possibly slipping and hurting herself when she was supposed to be going to the Inn to get her first lesson in cooking breakfast.

So she was more than grateful for the heat she felt when she reached the front door and pushed it open to let herself inside the nice, warm building. Stomping her feet, she shut the door and looked up to see if she could spot Kate anywhere. What she found instead was enough to have her eyes going wide and her lips parting in surprise at the sight of boxes stacked everywhere in the main room. It didn't matter where she looked, there seemed to be a new stack of varying heights and sizes. So many of them that she wasn't even sure she could count them all.

It wasn't like the box she had found on her front step, though. These boxes were wrapped in pretty paper of different colors and designs, and all with a tag sitting on top of each one.

Unbuttoning her jacket, she moved to the closest stack of boxes and took a peek at the first tag that was visible to her. She recognized both names and found herself blinking in confusion while she glanced at the second tag. Had everyone else found a way to get presents to give to someone else and she had missed it? She wondered briefly if maybe it was something that had been planned from before she had arrived but why hadn't her brothers mentioned it to her? It was something she was still puzzling over until she found a tag that was intended for someone else but had her name on it as well.

A quick search at another stack had her finding a present that was intended for her.

Still curious and wanting answers, Sansa set her jacket aside and went back to the first stack of boxes. Plucking the first box off the top, she set it to the side and moved the second box to another area. By the time someone came downstairs or came inside, Sansa was making new piles sorted by the name of who the presents were meant for. She thought it would be easier for people to find their presents rather than everyone stomping around poking through every stack and reading every tag.

[ooc: This is a mingle post for people to find their presents if they are located at the Inn! If you wish to, please feel free to have your character find their stack of presents already sorted.]

ad_dicendum

WHO: Gaius Gracchus
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: 19 December
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Suicide references in thread with Kylo Ren. Violence, murder, politics, shouty Roman man, and lots of Latin. ALL DIALOGUE IN LATIN UNLESS OTHERWISE MENTIONED (since he also speaks Greek) but I am too lazy and bad at composition to write it all in actual Latin.
STATUS: Open!

There were screams. Screams, as arrows showered into the crowd, arrows turned against the Roman people by the Senate that was supposed to protect them. Screams, and shouts, and blood on the streets as Opimius brought slaughter to his victims. The crowd had scattered, Fulvius and his son fleeing in one direction and Gaius in another, seeking the protection of Diana's temple as a pious man seeking shelter from great impiety.

He never makes it to the temple: Gaius jolts awake to water, water all around him.

The first thing he thinks is that it's the Tiber, final resting place of traitors, tyrants, and opponents of the senate. This morning, his wife had begged him not to go out lest he wind up dead and flung in the river like his brother, and the river would claim him. But he's not dead: they must have miscalculated.

The second thing he thinks is that the Tiber, even in winter, is not this cold. By then, his body has taken over where his mind is lagging behind, swimming up, up, up, towards light and air and the ability to breathe. When he breaks the surface, he gasps, turning on the spot, eyes darting all around for a sign of his enemies.

It's not the Tiber. It's a fountain. He's been left for dead to drown in a fountain.

"Vos Romae patres esse dices," he shouts, swimming to the edge, so he can haul himself out, and pausing for a few wild breaths in the middle of the sentence, "qui Graecos saggittarios mittas qui Romanos filios occidant?"

Gaius staggers out of the fountain, reaching for his dagger. He hadn't wanted to see Roman blood shed on this day, but blood has been shed, and not by his followers. By the consul, and the consul's men, because the Senate has given him dictatorial power that should never be in their power to give.

And Opimius accuses him, and his brother, of seeking regal power.

The dagger is gone. They've taken it, stripped him of his clothing and left him in ... what, trousers? Like some barbarian tribesman? He turns, shouting into the parkland around him, a swell of fury replacing the fear and despondency he'd felt as he waited for the Senate to make their move.

"You think to throw me in the water and do away with me like you did my brother? Not satisfied that the forum is drenched in his blood, you would drench the Aventine in mine? The gods' curse on you and the consul, but I will die like a Roman!"

andrend

WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: Around the village, the mill, the fountain,
WHEN: Sunday (Morning -> Late Evening)
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: Potential for violence
STATUS: Closed

( No excuse for idling. )

powerunleashed

WHO: Jean Grey
WHERE: The fountain, the village roads
WHEN: 2 December
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Jean is a telepath - her powers are diminished but she can feel strong emotions and loud thoughts/surface thoughts. If there's something you would like her to pick up in specific, let me know on Plurk. She also has the ice power, so as she's coming out of the fountain she is freezing things around her. This isn't normally what happens in the fountain and she's not freezing over the surface of the fountain itself, just the lip of it.
STATUS: Open to new threads.

Everything was black. It was black and cold, bone chillingly cold, and Jean couldn't understand why she felt like she was being pushed upward through a passage when she'd just been in Egypt where the heat was dry and hot. None of it made sense, really, but did anything make sense lately? There were people out to kill them because they were mutants, there were mutants out to kill them because they weren't the right kind of mutants. Down was up and up was down and she was currently swimming in an abyss she didn't recognize.

She reached out with her mind first. Charles had always said that her mind was her greatest gift and her finest asset and not feeling him, not feeling that familiar answer back shook her to the core; had he died? He'd been there. He'd told her to unleash her full power, to fight back, to be everything she was capable of and to stop restraining herself from fear in order to save them all. Why wasn't he answering? She tried again, harder, and then out loud. Surely he'd hear her if he screamed, wouldn't he, even if he couldn't hear her in his head?

"Charles!" she screamed, choking down water in exchange for her troubles. She scrabbled up through the water and bumped up against what felt like solid rock and then, only then, did she chance opening her eyes. It was a fountain, similar to a fountain at a school or a museum, and she had no idea why she'd be half-drowning in a fountain with snow on the ground when she'd just been in Egypt with hot, dry air swirling around her and searing her lungs.

"Charles! Professor! Charles, please!" she screamed again, fingers slipping on the edge of the fountain. She kept trying to clear the snow away but there was more and more, almost as if her efforts to get rid of it were multiplying it instead. What was happening? How was this happening? She'd always been a telepath, had always had this ability and this gift? How was she suddenly locked away from hearing anything but a low, faint buzz and making snow pile up beneath her fingertips?

"Answer me! Someone! Anyone!?"

lastofthekellys

WHO: Kate Kelly
WHERE: The Inn/Pub's main room
WHEN: 2st December
OPEN TO: E V E R Y O N E ~~not going on science/hunt quest. Hunt a monster, miss a meeting <.<~~
WARNINGS: TBA as needed
STATUS: Open!

For the past few days, Kate has been spreading the word that there'll be a meeting after lunch today. The previous meetings had been in reaction to something, and to a certain extent, this one is no different. But Kate wants to try something else: planning. Planning on how to deal with the coming months when the weather will only get worse. How to deal with blizzards, storms. How to deal with problems hopefully before they arise.

And, maybe, it makes her feel better doing this. Organising something, now that her comrade-in-practical-arms (Mark Watney) has left her to go trek after a monster. Far, far more practical than having hysterics. Which she won't admit to having to anyone but her cat and Benedict.

(Her tea that night might have been spiked with a dash of whiskey to insure that she slept.)

Today, the weather is cold. There is snow on the ground, and the sun isn't coming out to play. It is the kind of day where people linger over their meals in the warmth of the Inn anyway, seats near the fireplace taken quickly. Towards the end, Kate starts to organise for the meeting. One of the smaller tables is tipped over its side so Ivan has something to write on to take the minutes, and Kate hands him some pieces of precious chalk.

Then she stands on a chair and taps a spoon against a tiny saucepan in lieu of a bell.

"Attention, please! I call this meeting to order. So much as we ever get order. Winter's not goin' away in a hurry, so before we all run into trouble, we're goin' t'come up with some ideas and share knowledge. Not all of us come from the same world, let alone the same environment. If it seems obvious to you, say it anyway, because it might not be to others. Everyone got that? Good."

With that, she steps off the chair and sits on it.

Meeting's begun.

[OOC: Like our other meetings, set-up is mingle and threadjackable unless otherwise specified. Please set up your own heading posts for various topics that your characters would bring up for some organisation, but otherwise, have fun!]

catchallthecats

WHO: Arya Stark
WHERE: Fountain/Fountain Park
WHEN: Evening, Nov 18th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Horrible wolfchild and her feral non!manners and probably some cursing.
STATUS: Open

( And yet here I am )

andrend

WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: Near the fountain
WHEN: Evening, November 15th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Incoming angry wet former Jedi with family issues
STATUS: Closed

( An inconvenient chill- )

andrend

WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: The Mill on the river, south side.
WHEN: August 3rd
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None yet
STATUS: Closed

( Got a feeling that I'm going under. )

thekittenqueen

WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Fountain
WHEN: July 21st
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open

There had been green before her eyes and the rumble of the ground beneath her feet. A sudden roar and then it all disappeared, replaced by the sound of splashing and swirling water before her eyes. Margaery sputtered, liquid filling her eyes, nose and mouth, pulling her down into the depths as she struggled to understand what was happening and where she was.

Pressure grew in her chest, reminding her that she didn't have time to rest in a delirium. She needed air and needed to fight to the surface for it. Kicking and struggling, she swam fiercely, channeling all of her confusion and fear into her movements. It wasn't long before the light she chased was in reach and the surface surrounded her. She took a sharp ragged breath, scanning around her environment, on edge and waiting for more danger. Her limbs trembled, shock deeply rooted in her.

Slowly, she pulled herself from the fountain (was a fountain really so deep?) and fell against the ground. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat returning to normal. She sputtered, spitting out the excess water that had found itself into her mouth.

That was done. She had survived, but where had she landed? What place was this and what waited for her? What nightmare had she woken to?

notabirdcostume

WHO: Sam Wilson
WHERE: Outskirts of Village Area, various points (see subthreads)
WHEN: July 3 - Morning
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open
NOTE: Subthreads will be set up for the different paths by myself and anyone else who wants to take a path. Once a path is claimed, feel free to tag into that group and be part of the exploration party.

A few of them had the same idea and it seemed to make the most sense to divide and conquer. They had no map or compass to use, so it made sense to meet in the morning and use the sunlight as their guide. Of course, they would be working on the assumption that this sun even WORKED the same way, but at least it followed SOME pattern so they may as well designate where it rose as "East" and where it was setting as "West." It was going to be difficult with limited tools, but it was better than just holing themselves up in the abandoned buildings hoping for something to change. Not that it really mattered whether it was east or west, they'd be starting on the roads leading out of the village so they had an easy division and land marker to start with.

Sam couldn't tell you whose idea it had been originally, but most of them had agreed pretty quickly. After meeting in front of the Pub, they would divide into groups and each take a different path out of town. If the path ended, then they'd just have to do their best to press on in the woods. If they couldn't find a way out before sunset they'd mark their stopping point and return to the pub. That way they could all share details and figure out a plan for another attempt. More optimistically, they'd return with an idea of how to get out, though Sam was skeptical about it being that easy.

For his own sense of consistency and to make referencing things a little easier Sam had designated the four paths by letter.

Path A would head past the Blacksmith Shop.
Path B would head past the School house.
Path C would head towards the River.
Path D would head towards the Police.

After scratching the letters out into the dirt of each path, he waited for the groups to form and then they'd head out.

Sixth Iteration

Logs

Entries tagged with star wars: kylo ren

Credits & Style Info

[MINGLE] Breakfast Feast

[EVENT] The Simulation Ends

[MINGLE] Glitches: Locked In

1 ❈ Arrival

i've got thick skin and an elastic heart (open)

Lightning Can, in Fact, Strike Twice

Let the blind lead the blind

This is a lazy title. Someone fire the script writer.

Y si pierdes mis huellas que dios te bendiga [Arrival - OPEN]

[CLOSED] a grave it is

Tis the season...for a lot of boxes? [Presents!]

† iis sicis, quas ipse se proiecisse in forum

Cold be Damned

i've fallen out of favour and i've fallen from grace

Meeting - How To Deal With Winter Without Blaming The Starks

I said I didn't want to join the polar bear club

Hypothermia and You: A Guide No One Ever Reads

Not a great day for a swim

(no subject)

Exploration Attempt #1