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 Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 11:13 am
InVerSe WonDerLaND [Requirements: ]This event happens entirely while your character is sleeping. This is doable for all factions, and unlike the happy, fun Wonderland of the Wonderland simulation, this version seems a little more sinister and disjointed.
b][ Rules ] Open to all characters (not including quest)
gaia_angelright This artifact quest differs somewhat from others, it is staggered in real time, this means each dream IC day in the forest represents roughly an OOC "day" in Inception-land, however your character gauges that. This gives this mission a gated nature, it cannot be completed in one day. When your character wakes up, only a couple of actual IC hours could have passed.
gaia_angelright If one of your party falls behind or misses a few days they are able to complete prompts to catch up with the rest of the group, this is the one exception which can be made to the nature of this quest.
gaia_angelright Seperate RPs are okay! For any other questions, feel free to ask in the qna on [a href=https://discord.gg/vwBphJ8]discord, or here! gaia_crown [ Day 1 - The Tulgey Woods: ]Finding the location of Wonderland is something which happens by accident. On the way to some other location in pursuit of an artifact, some hunters are known to end up somewhere else entirely due to a minor portal malfunction. Your hunter and their companions are some of these people.
The forest itself is seemingly unending, perpetually dark but with the grass and trees lit from within by strange ethereal light. The sky overhead where glimpsed through the branches is an impossible black and there is no moon.
Everything in the forest itself is not quite right and any flora and fauna that they come across is not like anything they might see on Earth. Be as creative as you like with this, all harmless creatures and flowers are free to make up. Everything is like earth seen through a bizarre lens and jumbled up with other creatures and objects, the more absurd the better.
Some examples though are animals who are partially inanimate objects and sentient plants. gaia_crown [ The Mushroom Patch ]You come to a grove of strange mushrooms interspersed with signs which state EAT ME. There seems to be no way forward until you do just that.
gaia_angelright These prompts can be done individually or one person can roll and people can collectively respond. This is the first day wandering in the tulgey woods. Minimum of 800 words which can be soloed or back and forth rp. The hallucinations can be individual or shared with characters present able to see it all like ghosts who can watch but cannot interact.
Roll 1d10Quote: 1. A small green mushroom, it tastes like a favourite food. It makes the eater relive a childhood meal, including the location it happened and the people present.
2. Large red mushroom with white spots, it tastes concerningly poisonous, it makes the eater relive a time when they were very angry.
3. A soggy blue mushroom, it tastes like rainwater, it makes the eater relive a time when they were very sad.
4. Bright orange mushroom that tastes spicy, it makes the eater relive a time when they were jealous.
5. A small fuzzy pink mushroom that tastes like soft vanilla, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt strong love
6. A colourless grey mushroom which tastes like paper, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt alone.
7. A sickly yellow mushroom which tastes sour, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt regret
8. A bright purple mushroom which tastes like chocolate, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt happy
9. A green flat mushroom which tastes like a favourite drink, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt part of something
10. A brilliant white mushroom that glitters like stars, it tastes like nothing ever tasted, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt wonder
gaia_angelright Once again these prompts can be a shared experience (with the exception of the cat prompt) but everyone needs to roll, you don’t need to do the same prompt twice. You progress regardless. Once again total word count for the day must exceed 500 words per person either in one post or spread out through some rp/discussion.Choose a path to proceed aheadRoll 1d4 -Quote: 1. Caterpillar - Finding yourself herded by the brambles and thorns down a tightly winding path, you find yourself at the many feet of an enormous caterpillar smoking a hookah. It looks mostly uninterested at your arrival, but does turn its attention on you, taking a long puff of its pipe and exhaling strange undulating smoke rings. It sighs. “Who are you?” it asks.
Only if you answer the question of who you really are in 100 words or more will he let you proceed, and for your trouble you gain a piece of mushroom which lets you either shrink or grow within reason in the strange world you find yourself in, but you cannot choose which (roll 1d6, odd is large, even is small)
2. Cat - You end up on a wildly twisting path through the forest, seeing the same sights over and over. You are certain you are lost and that no matter what direction you turn you always find yourself back at the same place. Before you appears a large smile, followed in turn by a striped and sinister looking cat. No one else in your group can see him but you and he speaks to you about one of your deepest secrets. You find yourself temporarily driven a little mad by the aura of the creature and you turn upon your teammates or self. This is mercifully temporary and after several minutes sanity returns once again.
3. Tea Party - Through a broad and leafy path you come across an enormous table laid for a tea party with three figures at at it, the march hare, the hatter and the dormouse. They welcome everyone to join them but no one is permitted to leave until they furnish the others with either a riddle or a story.
4. Oysters - The path opens up to a hazy sea shore and as they go they (either one individual or any number of people present) begin to lose sense of where they are and who they are. Soon enough they have to stop exhausted, overcome with the realisation that they are and were always oysters. They stop, only to be found by a large walrus in a suit and a carpenter. What began as a pleasant walk quickly degenerates into them being eaten in a graphic and unpleasant way.
Route 1 - Painting the roses red
You come across a group of people sized playing cards frantically trying to paint white roses red. They enlist you to help.
Roll 1d20, if you roll above 7 then you are successful in helping them and they approvingly let you pass into the castle out of gratitude, if you roll below this then you must choose one of the below two tasks to complete to proceed.
Route 2 - The castle maze -
Another way into the castle is via the castle’s enormous hedge maze, this way is perilous and difficult but can have hidden rewards. You need to roll twice successfully to pass.
Roll 1d6
1 - Success - You mentally map out the maze as you go, successfully remembering the path you need to take.
2 - Success - Ahead of you the strange cat appears and points you down the right path.
3 - Success - Runic household item - Small runiced appliance
4 - Fail - You encounter nothing but dead ends and lose your sense of direction.
5 - Fail - A dangerous pit opens up at your feet, so close you almost fall in, realising your way is now blocked.
6 - Success - You hear arguing around a corner which leads you in the right direction.
gaia_angelright If you fail you find yourself back at the beginning of the maze, either start over the maze or choose one of the other two prompts you haven’t done to proceed.
Route 3 - Prompts
You find yourself at a strange tunnel lined all the way through with mirrors. It is dark and as you go you grow more and more disorientated. After a time you realise your own reflection is watching you. It speaks to you and states. “You will only make it if you face yourself.”
Choose one of the below prompts and write 500 words on it.- Your reflection criticises your weakest points, tearing you down, what does it say and how do you find the strength to outpace it? Can the others hear it? - Your reflection praises you, focusing on the good things you've done, does it help you escape the tunnel? Can the others hear it? -There is something wrong with your reflection, it seems to talk little sense and speaks about things you only vaguely remember in dreams. This makes for a surreal experience and can be quite frightening, do the others see it too? - Your reflection is still and silent, it follows you but says nothing at all, merely watches you, what do you do? Does it unsettle you? Do you feel like it is supporting you? gaia_crown [ Final Day - The Queen’s Throne Room. ] gaia_angelright If you fail at any point here you must wait another day before you can roll again (unless specifically stated otherwise)
The red queen’s throne room is enormous and is linked to a vast network of guarded rooms and corridors, at the end of these rooms is the treasure room where the valuable and often stolen treasures are stowed away by the selfish queen.
gaia_angelright Success means you can move onto rolling an artifact, Safe means if you fill in an rp post you can roll again, a free re-roll can simply be immediately re-rolled if you wish. Fail means you must wait 24 hours to roll again.1d10Quote: 1 - You are almost caught by the guards on the way to the treasure room, however they get sidetracked by a voice from down the hallway. It sounds familiar somehow. - Re-roll without cooldown
2 - You all successfully make it to the treasure room through a combination of stealth and sheer dumb luck - Success
3 - You find a place to hide until nightfall in a quiet and rarely visited room on the upper floors - Safe
4 - Success
5 - You find a banquet hall where you have some food to eat, no one else is here and it's a safe place to hide for the day - Safe
6 - You stumble upon an attic filled with strange toys, magical objects and concerningly, guillotines. You opt to hide there for the night - Safe
7 - OFF WITH THEIR HEADS, the group find themselves caught by the red queen and only narrowly escape with their heads intact, they need to wait before they can even think of trying again -Fail
8 - Success
9 - You find yourself cornered by a group of playing card guards, they turn you in and you are sent away from the castle. Unless you successfully helped them paint the roses red, in which case, they turn a blind eye- Fail or (if you did the roses red quest) a free no-cooldown reroll.
10 - You get lost on the way to the treasure room and need to come back the next day with a better idea about where the hell you are going - Fail  Quote: ARTIFACT PRIZE LIST These prizes are UNLIMITED, meaning even if someone has one, you can get one too!
gaia_angelright Roll 1d12 to see what you find, if you wish to re-roll the 24 hour cooldown takes effect -
1. The Caterpillar’s Pipe: A strange pipe that exudes an aromatic scent.
Status Effect: When inhaled from it gives the ability to ask one question of someone which they feel compelled to answer, but only as cryptically as possible (ie: in a riddle, sarcastically, etc) (useable once a day, limited relative to the year of the person it is used on and ooc consent), the rest of the time it functions like a magical vape pen with plenty of mist.
2. The Hatter’s Hatpin A very ornate pin.
Status Effect: When used generates a fantastic and appropriate glamour hat. If the owner is sporting a neckbeard, has a penchant for fedoras.
3. Broken mirror fragment: A fragment off a mirror that seemed to have a great power.
Status Effect Lets you see someone as they really are, without makeup, enchantments or anything at all when held up, once per day. Also shows them without most clothing, so choose carefully who you point it at. Does not work on people higher ranked than you are.
4. Jingling Bell: A neat little cat bell on a collar.
Status Effect A clear ringing bell which calls forth a ghostly cat for twenty minutes, this can be pet but cannot be hurt.
Battle effect: Heals 5 HP to all friendly participants per battle/ per rp.
5. The Tweedles Rattle: A strange steel rattle on a stick
Status Effect Calls forth an aggressive raven creature which attacks anyone nearby, has 10HP and does autodamage of 5 to all per round, including the caster. This cannot be used on bosses.
6. The Hare’s Cufflink: An elaborate cufflink in the shape of a hare's head
Status Effect Can be used to turn the owner or someone else into a hare for a short period of time, maximum 5 minutes per day. Cannot be used on someone higher stage than the user. Does not work in battle.
7. The Cheshire's Smiling Signet: A ring with a large toothy smile on it
Status Effect Gives temporary invisibility (one hour once a week or 10 minutes 6 times a week) all apart from your eyes and mouth which can’t be seen when closed but is visible when open.
8. The Red Queen’s Crown: A heart shaped crowned
Status Effect Once a day lets you give an order with high persuasion. (Within reason, they can refuse on ooc grounds and consent. Doesn’t work on people higher rank than you are.) Ie: the recipient feels more inclined to agree, but doesn't necessarily mean they will.
9. The Jabberwock’s Spines: Dried, bony spines that have been broken down to form a bracelet.
Status Effect When wearing it, reflexes are quickened. This does not effect battle but can make for a very cheaty game of tennis.
10. The Walrus’ Oyster Shell: A shell shaped clasp containing some self replenishing silver powder
Status Effect Can make any food eaten sprinkled by the contents of the shell taste wonderful regardless of how horrible it may well be. Doesn’t negate poison, inedibility etc.
11. The Dormouse’s Silver Spoon: A silver spoon which sparkles when you tap it on objects.
Status Effect Can repair any broken inanimate object to its former glory as long as it is teacup sized or smaller (including phones!), cannot improve what wasn’t already improved. Once every week.
12. The Rabbit’s Watch:
Status Effect Can be set to one individual and the hands will monitor where that person is and what they are doing as long as the target is wearing a traditional wristwatch or pocketwatch (Spectre watches, Halloween watches, and phones do not count).
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 11:19 am
[Requirements: ]This event happens entirely while your character is sleeping. This is doable for all factions, and unlike the happy, fun Wonderland of the Wonderland simulation, this version seems a little more sinister and disjointed.
[ Rules ] Open to all characters (not including quest)
gaia_angelright This artifact quest differs somewhat from others, it is staggered in real time, this means each dream IC day in the forest represents roughly an OOC "day" in Inception-land, however your character gauges that. This gives this mission a gated nature, it cannot be completed in one day. When your character wakes up, only a couple of actual IC hours could have passed.
gaia_angelright If one of your party falls behind or misses a few days they are able to complete prompts to catch up with the rest of the group, this is the one exception which can be made to the nature of this quest.
gaia_angelright Seperate RPs are okay! For any other questions, feel free to ask in the qna on [a href=https://discord.gg/vwBphJ8]discord, or here!
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 11:24 am
gaia_crown [ Day 1 - The Tulgey Woods: ]Finding the location of Wonderland is something which happens by accident. On the way to some other location in pursuit of an artifact, some hunters are known to end up somewhere else entirely due to a minor portal malfunction. Your hunter and their companions are some of these people.
The forest itself is seemingly unending, perpetually dark but with the grass and trees lit from within by strange ethereal light. The sky overhead where glimpsed through the branches is an impossible black and there is no moon.
Everything in the forest itself is not quite right and any flora and fauna that they come across is not like anything they might see on Earth. Be as creative as you like with this, all harmless creatures and flowers are free to make up. Everything is like earth seen through a bizarre lens and jumbled up with other creatures and objects, the more absurd the better.
Some examples though are animals who are partially inanimate objects and sentient plants. gaia_crown [ The Mushroom Patch ]You come to a grove of strange mushrooms interspersed with signs which state EAT ME. There seems to be no way forward until you do just that.
gaia_angelright These prompts can be done individually or one person can roll and people can collectively respond. This is the first day wandering in the tulgey woods. Minimum of 800 words which can be soloed or back and forth rp. The hallucinations can be individual or shared with characters present able to see it all like ghosts who can watch but cannot interact.
Roll 1d10Quote: 1. A small green mushroom, it tastes like a favourite food. It makes the eater relive a childhood meal, including the location it happened and the people present.
2. Large red mushroom with white spots, it tastes concerningly poisonous, it makes the eater relive a time when they were very angry.
3. A soggy blue mushroom, it tastes like rainwater, it makes the eater relive a time when they were very sad.
4. Bright orange mushroom that tastes spicy, it makes the eater relive a time when they were jealous.
5. A small fuzzy pink mushroom that tastes like soft vanilla, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt strong love
6. A colourless grey mushroom which tastes like paper, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt alone.
7. A sickly yellow mushroom which tastes sour, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt regret
8. A bright purple mushroom which tastes like chocolate, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt happy
9. A green flat mushroom which tastes like a favourite drink, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt part of something
10. A brilliant white mushroom that glitters like stars, it tastes like nothing ever tasted, it makes the eater relive a time when they felt wonder
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 12:03 pm
Lawrence normally had strange dreams, abstract or unsettling imagery and unsettling sensations laden with symbolism and gore. But tonight it was different, this dream didn't fit with the others. When he woke it was to a world that was less threatening than usual and more whimsical, the grass a bright magenta under him and scented faintly of mango.
He moved to sit up and found himself face to face with a dog that was watching him. It was a bull terrier but nothing special other than that the patch across one of its beady eyes was blue rather than brown, the rest of it down to its rapidly wagging tail a brilliant white. "Mastur!" it barked, speaking as clearly as any human and Lawrence knew immediately who it was.
"Where on earth are we?" he asked it, not expecting much coherence as usual.
"Thegither." it said back calmly, as if this explained everything.
A bird flapped past which was a turkey baster with wings. It seemed to have no issue existing.
"Ridiculous." Lawrence said, and stood up. "Is it just us?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 12:46 pm
"Oh, I know where we are," came a quiet and fearful voice. "I don't know if I c-can...do this again."
Rodney felt his head self-consciously, expecting to find ears.
He seemed a little soothed by seeing who was with them. "Hi, Butch," he said gently, holding out a hand.
"What do you mean again?" Seven asked, adjusting their sneakers and scowling, not knowing what was going on but not liking it.
"It was before you," Rodney admitted, "When we were a-asleep. When...I was,
anyway."
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Baneful rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 1:12 pm
There was a mingled sense of relief and trepidation that Rodney was here, relief because he always felt better with the other man with him and trepidation because now he had something valuable to potentially lose. It wouldn't be all about protecting only his own interests, instead he'd need to be alert to Rodney's needs too.
Lawrence didn't get to meet Seven very often and treated the opportunity with the sort of curiosity expected of the short pale man, making his way over to extend his hand to them, sizing them up a little. They seemed different than he remembered. "Hello." he said. "And yes, we were here before, I think it is one of those "you die in the game you die for real" sort of things."
Butch eagerly lapped at Rodney's hand. "HI." he barked. "Pretty masturr. Mate! Do you have pups yet?" And he eagerly wagged his tail.
Lawrence looked over at Butch grimly. "Remember what I said about appropriateness?"
Butch gave him a blank look and wagged his tail.
"I thought so." He turned his attention back to Seven. "Anyway, sorry about him." And then to Rodney, who he gave a smile. "And I will keep you safe here as best I can."
There were mushrooms around them and he gave them a curious look. "I always hated this novel you know." he said. "It was too much constructed absurdity, I bet these make you smaller or larger."
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 1:38 pm
Seven shook Lawr's hand cooly. "Rodney's not dying," they said.
Rodney laughed a little at the question, scratching Butch's ears, "No, that's alright. I'm...happy with Mik and Malkam in the house. A-and um, I haven't gotten to know Mara yet, but...I'm glad she's here too. Any of Lawr's family are welcome."
He stood, looking around with worry.
"But...I don't really like being away from them too long."
He found Lawr's hand. "I'm...glad you're here too, at least."
The mushrooms didn't look...sentient, or anything, so he didn't feel guilty stooping with Lawr to gather one.
"Careful," Seven warned, "Those don't look natural."
Nothing here did. Rodney tried one anyway, hoping that some height might give him an opportunity to check their surroundings.
What happened instead surprised him.
He was at home, dressed loosely. Lawrence and him both had the day off, and the boys were in. He had some time to begin on blocking out a new stone, and the smell of pancakes drifted up from the lower floors. The rain had finally let up.
He felt Lawrence's hand on his shoulder, then Lawrence's lips on his neck. His face was still a little prickly, unshaved. He let his head relax to his other shoulder, smiling and putting his hand on top of Lawrence's.
"Breakfast?" Rodney asked, knowing the answer but feeling touched by the simple kindness of the gesture any way. No matter how many meals Lawrence cooked, for Rodney there was care bound up in each ingredient.
The memory was recent, but there could have been a thousand quiet days like it, and in those moments at home, he was really and truly happy.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 3:34 pm
Lawrence felt the memory wash over them like a ray of sunshine emerging from behind clouds. It warmed him in a way that reached beyond skin, beyond flesh and bone. For a moment, a snapshot of an instant he was in the scene, part of all of it, outside even of himself and able to experience that sensation of happiness.
He knew how it was to be satisfied, satiation something he could comprehend, but this was transcendental. It was the sort of thing painters tried to capture in sunny yellows and brilliant vividness on canvases everywhere, and for a moment he understood it. He understood the swelling crescendos of jubilant classical pieces, the clashing cymbals, the swell of the strings.
And then it was over and like a dream it slipped through his fingers, leaving him only with his pulse racing, his eyes keen and bright and his hand tightly holding onto Rodney's
Butch wagged his tail delightedly and ran in a circle, because it was his home too and because he understood happiness as only dogs truly could.
Lawrence was breathless, and yet it had been something so simple, something which logically was insignificant, a mundane everyday event, and he could not begin to understand what it was that had made it special or had such an acute effect upon him. "That was very, very strange." he said, but his hold was still tight, for that moment at least. "I think I could feel that." he said, and only when he spoke realised that he was inexplicably smiling.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 3:50 pm
"Oh, you mean..." Rodney could tell by Lawrence's expression that he meant it, that he had felt it, in the painful and rich and incredible intensity that Rodney felt everything, the reason he softened his edges to be so quiet in a world made of nothing but stimulation.
A softness Lawrence often appreciated physically, prone to overstimulation himself in that respect, but...
Rodney drew him close, holding him as if he could hold the feeling for Lawrence too.
"Every day," Rodney said, "There's...a lot to grieve over. But...there's a lot I'm...so happy and grateful for."
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 4:29 pm
Lawrence returned the hug, just letting the sense of exhilaration exist in its own right without questioning it. He buried his face against Rodney and inhaled audibly, giving him a squeeze. "If only it was less dangerous here." he said. "Maybe I'll try one of the mushrooms too." he said, heartened by the experience with Rodney.
He turned and picked up a small one, always concerned about calories so going for the least offensive one he could find.
Taking a nibble it tasted like almost nothing at all and he made a face, about to say it didn't work when the effect kicked in.
The immediate sensation of the memory was its flatness, the world seeming somehow greyer in spite of its colour. It became slowly evident that this was the result of the eyes it was being seen through, the room itself broken down into component parts and values.
It was their house, but it was empty. Empty except for him. Mikael and Malkam had gone elsewhere, Melvin wasn't here either. Rodney was gone. It was just him and he'd messed everything up.
There was regret of a sort, a stirring of the thought that perhaps it wasn't the best decision which had been made. The thought that things now would be without aim. Time and time again he tried to process it, chewing over the problem like a dog with a bone, never really understanding why he had let it happen. It felt like Melody, a decision he couldn't understand which had had nothing but negative consequences. He'd tried to see if the world would push back on him taking advantage and it had. How it had.
As always, what was left was him and the pieces of what he'd had.
He'd spent a few days drawing, rendering from memory a figure of an angel caught in a breeze, wings spread, carefully composed music at its feet. He'd drawn the view it overlooked and he hadn't known what to do with it.
He'd laid it out on the piano while he played his one-sided music, moving his missing hand the way he always did across the keys as if it was still there and in the memory the music was whole and entire as he heard it. He sought for something to express the gaps he felt in the world and came up short as always.
He didn't sleep well when he slept at all and the empty house, set up for a family and a vibrant interior life remained nothing more than a hollow shape other people needed to fill. He mirrored it and it mirrored him.
He sat and looked at carving materials for hours, trying to cope with the fact he might not ever see them used again under this roof and failed. He made dinner too large and ate none of it. He walked the motions over and over of routine and always came to dead halt drawn up short by the one who was missing.
He spent hours just looking at the drawing and thinking of nothing other than that everything was impossible to undo and that if that was the case then everything was simply over.
When Lawrence snapped back to himself it was with the light and brilliance of Rodney's memory stolen from him, replaced only by the heavy void of solitude and of the closest thing he could feel to regret which was barely regret at all when put next to other people. He felt the inadequacy like a ragged hole in his chest and couldn't understand why he felt almost too guilty to meet Rodney's gaze. "Not quite the same. Some times I'd rather forget."
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 4:52 pm
It was a hard memory for Rodney, too, his own grief and pain during that period of time unrelenting, and it had lasted and lasted, even after they had reconciled.
He had barely come out of his room.
He had not spent the interim in anything but abject misery, sure he had gambled and lost and there was nothing and would be nothing ever again. That for Lawrence, moving on again would be easy. He had been married before, and it always proved to be a burden. Rodney didn't feel free, but he felt out of the way.
He didn't know what would happen when he was called to another mission.
He didn't know how many more people he wanted to put in harm's way, on his behalf.
This was always what he assumed. That life without him was like at last unfastening a heavy stone from another person's neck.
Lawrence had told him before it wasn't the case. But he couldn't have known. Not really, not until then. And all of it, the emptiness, the pacing like a worried dog over a door who couldn't understand why their person had disappeared into it, and having nothing else to do except wait.
"Don't forget," Rodney said, voice shaking, finding himself back and still holding onto Lawrence, "and I won't either. I had...never once pictured a life without me as being emptier, instead of fuller."
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Baneful rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 5:01 pm
Lawrence nodded, holding onto Rodney with more than the usual level of intensity.
"No. Not fuller." he said. "Empty. Completely and utterly empty. If you hadn't come back.."
He didn't know what would have happened.
"Well. I am not eating any more of those mushrooms."
But Butch hadn't gotten the memo.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 5:21 pm
Rodney laughed nervously, "Ha ha. I- I thought you would just...m-move on. And that I...I wouldn't."
He took a sharp breath, but nodded to agree.
"I think I can see a path anyway. Oh, Lawrence, our last visit here..." he shook his head. "There was so much running." He clutched his scarf, hoping privately it would be different.
He couldn't say he was glad the cheating had happened. If he could make it so it had never happened, he would. But...if he hadn't seen the aftermath through Lawrence's eyes, he never would have really known was so, so far from what he'd pictured.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 6:43 am
"No." he said. "I'd feel you missing forever. I'd be concerned I'd give up on trying." He wasn't afraid of running, he wasn't afraid of danger. "Then we were weak, I'm stronger now, we will be all right."
Behind them Butch bit into the most delicious looking mushroom he could find, devouring it in a few snaps of his jaws.
The sudden memory was jarring and strange, a vision which seemed out of step even with Halloween.
It was a park on a summer’s day, the sun brilliant in the sky overhead and the trees rustling in a warm breeze. It was the human world unmistakably, something which didn’t make too much sense in the context of whose mushroom induced vision they were all experiencing.
The prevailing emotions were a mixture of dog and master, the master’s contentment in the day and in the outdoors seeming shallow in contrast to the boundless joy and pleasure of the dog who charged along off the lead in front of him. Together they made their way across a low stone bridge crowded with trees which crossed a shallow brook and made their way into the park proper, the way opening into looming and tall trees which had been there for decades.
There was a distant duck pond and that was their destination, the master taking his time along the path, examining the tall bushes and trees in the idle way people did when their mind was elsewhere. He was thinking about his mother and how she’d not been doing too well, how he’d like to bring her for a walk here again in the park he’d always known.
The dog pranced across the grass, tearing so fast across it its claws seemed to be all that even touched the ground, doubling back, only to run off again in pursuit of the bright yellow tennis ball its owner threw. She was the very embodiment of jubilation and her joy in running and deep love for her master sang through the memory. The world to her was alive in scent, the lingering markers of a hundred other dogs and their owners blazing a bright path in the air. For her it was a truly perfect day.
Coming up on the pond, the dog ran ahead and found herself face to face with glimmering and brilliant water with a fleet of tiny boats sailing on it, each with their own new and exciting smell of wood, paint and little chugging engines. Her wonder was tangible, fixing stock still, tucking away her lolling tongue in a look of acute surprise and concentration.
Her owner spotted her posture and said “Ah f-” running to try and catch up to her.
But he was too late, unable to contain herself she bounded forward, clearing the leap into the water in a few strides and charging into the pond in a spray of water droplets that gleamed like stardust in the warm, comfortable air.
A small boy laughed at the sight, reaching for the doggie and several old men panicked as their tiny fleet was sent bobbing in all directions by the creature which wanted more than anything else to sniff them.
Lawrence once again found himself thrown from a few moments where he’d been able to appreciate something he had never even imagine, once again his heart picked up, a thrill of endorphins almost overwhelming him. It was like a drug, only it was not, the lingering desire to run and to simply truly /exist/ lingering even while his comprehension of the reasoning did not. It had been a simple moment and yet once again it had been so much more, laden with feelings of devotion, joy and wonder. He found himself staggered by it all, holding tightly to Rodney almost to steady himself.
“How do you all survive?” he asked. “How can you go each day containing such strong emotions and not die? How on Earth does it not overwhelm you?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 4:58 am
gaia_crown [ Day 2 – The Winding Forest ]After a lot more wandering through the forest, following endless winding paths, they end up in a darker, more sinister part of the woods, the path once again blocked by gnarled trees and thorns making progression difficult. In the forest, it is impossible to see the sky and any glimpse of it is pitch black. Already claustrophobic it only becomes more so.
gaia_angelright Once again these prompts can be a shared experience (with the exception of the cat prompt) but everyone needs to roll, you don’t need to do the same prompt twice. You progress regardless. Once again total word count for the day must exceed 500 words per person either in one post or spread out through some rp/discussion.Choose a path to proceed aheadRoll 1d4 -Quote: 1. Caterpillar - Finding yourself herded by the brambles and thorns down a tightly winding path, you find yourself at the many feet of an enormous caterpillar smoking a hookah. It looks mostly uninterested at your arrival, but does turn its attention on you, taking a long puff of its pipe and exhaling strange undulating smoke rings. It sighs. “Who are you?” it asks.
Only if you answer the question of who you really are in 100 words or more will he let you proceed, and for your trouble you gain a piece of mushroom which lets you either shrink or grow within reason in the strange world you find yourself in, but you cannot choose which (roll 1d6, odd is large, even is small)
2. Cat - You end up on a wildly twisting path through the forest, seeing the same sights over and over. You are certain you are lost and that no matter what direction you turn you always find yourself back at the same place. Before you appears a large smile, followed in turn by a striped and sinister looking cat. No one else in your group can see him but you and he speaks to you about one of your deepest secrets. You find yourself temporarily driven a little mad by the aura of the creature and you turn upon your teammates or self. This is mercifully temporary and after several minutes sanity returns once again.
3. Tea Party - Through a broad and leafy path you come across an enormous table laid for a tea party with three figures at at it, the march hare, the hatter and the dormouse. They welcome everyone to join them but no one is permitted to leave until they furnish the others with either a riddle or a story.
4. Oysters - The path opens up to a hazy sea shore and as they go they (either one individual or any number of people present) begin to lose sense of where they are and who they are. Soon enough they have to stop exhausted, overcome with the realisation that they are and were always oysters. They stop, only to be found by a large walrus in a suit and a carpenter. What began as a pleasant walk quickly degenerates into them being eaten in a graphic and unpleasant way.
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