Seasonal RP

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It's humid. Gun-rustingly humid. The air has a musty scent beneath the bay and jasmine drifting from the grounds. You notice too that the greenery of this place is all the shad-growing sort even distant from the trees: there's moss and patches of ferns everywhere. Even the pavement under your feet is greenish.

You see the sky, though blue and streaked with clouds, seems pale. Somewhere underneath the colors you think you catch the details of enormous girders. You know that there's no visible sun. The air up there is itself luminous somehow.

You have more than one shadow as you take a few steps past the gate, as if you stood beneath several spotlights. They're all faint though.

Past the winding path, you make out a collection of buildings, all geometric, formal and very old despite being well-kept. They've carved of some faintly gray stone, but they've been painted blue and red and green in places. They have signs and writing over the doorways. These aren't in any language you read.

Sitting underneath one of the trees a little further in is a human-sized dinosaur. It's feathers are black like a crow's except for a silvery ring around its neck and the tips of its wing feathers. It sits in as if on a nest and appears to be reading. Anyway, it keeps poking a tablet computer with the end of a long spoon as its tail drums in the clover.

* (Depending on your character's dino-knowledge, it is either a velociraptor, a Deinonychus, or a very large bird.)

There are at least two more hosts for this RP. Characters will have to discover the others.

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Press to interact with the Deinonychus.

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She only probably doesn't bite.

[rootsofthestories]

Cillian is wide-eyed and curious, sniffing around and running down the path, clearly excited to see where he's ended up this time.

He races closer nad closer to the bird-thing, skittering to a halt when he gets a good look at it.

He waves enthusiastically, yapping once before remembering his words. "hi!"

He moves in a little closer, sniffing the bird-thing for a moment. "Who're you?"

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Moonbeam smells very much like a regular bird, but stronger and a bit like iron.

She looks up from her novel-- it's all very dry time-travel stuff anyway --and stares back at the dog. She hasn't seen any quite like this one at the temple. Plus, it's much... friendlier than the average canine companion her sorts of humans tend to keep.

It takes her a moment to remember her dog-manners, but remember them she does. Humans, after all, are so picky about their pets.

She reaches one of her legs out to the puppy for a sniff. She might have a very impressive claw there, but she's clearly not about to strike.

"Well-met, Theridamas. I am Moonbeam Throatripper. What shall I call you?"

Her voice is nasal, but low; a bit wind through reeds.


(OOC: Theridamas = common roman dog name)

Re: Press to interact with the Deinonychus.

[greenling]

At first, Lin isn't... too worried. Weird colors, luminous sky with no sun, you know, that isn't too different from where he remembers being. Unfortunately. Some kind of ruin with a language he can't read- okay, that's probably a problem, but still also one he can maybe handle. Everything Is Fine.

And then there's a dinosaur. A freaking... some kind of velociraptor? And with actual feathers, which is what initially convinces him it's not some kind of robot model, despite being a raptor in the middle of the woods poking what looks susipciously like a tablet.

He stares, wide-eyed, with a mix of apprehension and childlike glee on his face. It's a frikkin' dinosaur. "Uh... uhm."

(Lin is a short, late-teenage Asian dude wearing a long tunic and leggings, with beads in his hair. He looks pretty normal, except that everything he's wearing is in supernaturally bright, vivid colors.)

Re: Press to interact with the Deinonychus.

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Moonbeam's pretty sure the human is talking to her. She tries to shake off her book-daze. It makes her neck feathers ruff up.

No, he must be talking to her. Everyone else is still gone from the temple.

Anyway, she's having a hell of a time reading his expression. That's got her crinking her head to one side as she watches him and he makes more hatchling noises.

She ends up getting to her feet and padding over, circling leftways around him to make sure he hasn't got a thorn or a knife stuck in him.

"Well-met, human. Are you... alright?"

Re: Press to interact with the Deinonychus.

[shadowsong26]

Of all the new and exciting places Isshiri had stumbled into in the last year, this one was...well, he couldn't say it was the best because they were all the best. The air was the differentest, though--hot and heavy, not hot like home.

On the other hand, there was a giant birdperson playing with a spoon and a shiny toy, which none of the other places had had.

Naturally, he went for the bird. "Hi!"

OOC: Isshiri is about eight or nine here.

Re: Press to interact with the Deinonychus.

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The dinosaur made a high-pitched interesting trill, then craned her head over to Isshiri, as if she might be scenting him, although there was only more soft sounds of interest besides the rustle of her feathers. "Why, hello human-child. Have you come to the temple all by yourself? Because we have food for pilgrims, especially little ones."

There was something faintly amused underneath her pleasantries. But, then again, the only children who came to the temple /alone/ tended to be apprentices. Or out for blood in behalf of someone else.

Re: Press to interact with the Deinonychus.

[bookblather]

Ivy might have been slightly more annoyed with her lair for apparently moving and leaving behind a strange sort of village if she hadn't seen the Deinonychus.

As it was, there was a Deinonychus. Just. How could anybody be mad about THAT?

"Hello, pretty," she crooned, approaching with speed but also care. She'd dealt with Matilda enough to know that dinosaurs got snappish if you got too close too quick. So she held her hand out and made little clucking noises and told the Deinonychus how lovely it was, but she also stayed close enough to the trees to make it up one in an emergency.

Deinonychus might be very pretty but Ivy did like living.

(This is Mad Scientist Ivy, so you know.)

Re: Press to interact with the Deinonychus.

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Moonbeam made a distinctly /pleased/ trilling sound as she picked herself up to her feet. The steel-shod claws on her feet glinted in the pale light and she craned her head over. Her tail bobbed besides.

"Hrm," she said. "Likewise. Not many red-haired humans around here. I presume you are human, anyway. You do not smell like a siren, anyway."

Press to interact with the scenery at large.

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Some places characters could visit include…
* An enormous galley kitchen and cafeteria
* A ball room
* Dorm rooms
* A row of small offices/meeting rooms
* An armory
* An enormous chapel
* Several small courtyards and plazas
* The garden
* A bar at the end of the path past the temple
* A parking lot, mostly empty, but there's at least one farding enormous black jeep there.

Re: Press to interact with the scenery at large.

[bookblather]

This... this was not home.

Summer froze half over the threshhold into an enormous ballroom. This wasn't anything like home, not even anything like what Gina must have lived with before she ran away with Ivy. This was... this was maybe something that Mama had been used to when she was a lady to the queen, before she married Papa. Maybe, maybe, it was something that the king had. Maybe she was at the king's palace? But that didn't make any sense.

Sense or not, it was real. She stood still, half in and half out, afraid to touch anything lest she soil it. She'd been working all day, after all; her skirts were covered in flour where the apron hadn't been, and baby sick stained at least one edge, and her sleeves were damp and she was far too grubby to be someplace like here.

(Pirate AU Summer because I thought she should come out and play.)

Re: Press to interact with the scenery at large.

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Summer was alone for quite some time before the footsteps came began to echo along behind her. They slowed a few of the enormous windows behind her, and the air filled with the sounds of someone else's breathing, shifting, being.

"You don't live here and you didn't come in with the pilgrims. Did the gods misplace you?"

The remarks aren't entirely unfriendly, but they're clearly cutting.

(OOC- Helen's in some plain training clothes, but she is carrying a gladius.)

Timothy

[rootsofthestories]

Timothy isn't entirely sure what he's doing here, how he managed to get to this part of things while he was clearly in a very normal looking park before this point.

But he's here now and rather nervous at that. He shifts around, uncertain in his steps and taking care with each one of them. Trying to calm himself, he reaches for the collar around his neck, fingers playing with the O-ring against his throat for a moment before he starts moving a little quicker towards the buildings.

There's another thing around his neck, a small disk that hangs lower than the collar low enough that he can pull it up and into his mouth if he so chooses. He doesn't so ha right this instant but he does start turning the disc between his fingers instead of playing with the collar.

Seeing the giant bird (because he knows nothing about dinosaurs) he stops his movements entirely, going still for a long moment before swallowing hard. He has absolutely no idea what he should do about this, if he needs to talk to the bird assuming it can even answer him, or just ignore it for now.

In the end, he goes with the option that leaves him doing less interaction with others and carefully moves past it and closer to the buildings, hoping he might run into a human shaped thing that might be able to show him where he should go.

Dee

[rootsofthestories]

Dee has found herself at the bar, grinning and curious as her kitten pads across the countertop, looking at everything it can as Dee nurses a rum nd Coke.

She looks like she belongs there, all comfort and ease in her posture and expression. She's happy to talk to anyone who wants to and she's also happy to just people watch.

The kitten may wind up exploring the drinks on the bar and will definitely try and eat your food if you happen to have anything sitting there unattended. Or attended. She's a daring cat.

GOOD JOB DEE YOU FOUND A FRIEND

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Dee hasn't been at the bar /too/ long when there's the tell-tale clank of someone in the storeroom. And that someone mous about there being no more ice there.

The woman who comes humming through the door is somewhere in her thirties. There's something jangly and stiff to her movements despite her smile and very apparent love of gin (she's carrying a glass in one hand and a half-empty bottle in the other). She's very fair with long, soft, white hair besides dressed in a pala with some serious 80's color-cuts across it. She's also carrying a very real, very used, combat baton on a belt on her waist.

She spies Dee and explains, "Finally! Someone to drink with! I thought this was going to go on all afternoon."

She hiccups.

[rootsofthestories]

Dee grins and the kitten toddles over to bat at the woman's hair.

"I like to think I can be helpful like that," she says with a laugh. "We gonna drink anything in particular tonight or is it all up for grabs?"

SHe's leaning forward, her elbows resting on the table as she peers a the woman. 'Or I can be surprised. That works too."

[shadowsong26]

This...was not Mars.

It wasn't Earth, either, Mariko was pretty sure. Or any other planet she'd ever been to.

If it's a planet at all, she thought. The CSP station had had complex, self-contained environments, and that would explain the weird lack of visible sky.

Either way, the most important thing was that this was not Mars, where she was supposed to be. Best case, she was having another super-vivid, super-weird dream.

Hah. Best case.

She cautiously picked her way through an area that looked like a garden--a very, very weird garden--trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Felipe at the bar

[bookblather]

So... okay.

Felipe had intended to go to the bar. He'd had a hard day, rough cases and having to sit and smile while Zack talked happily about Summer and wedding plans, and he needed a drink like, yesterday. So he'd gone to the bar, except he'd pushed the door open and this was not the bar.

Well. He looked around the place, saw a long wooden bar and liquor behind it. Fine. So it was a bar.

It'd do for now. He went up to the bar and contemplated just jumping the damn thing.

Re: Felipe at the bar

[shipwreck_light]

Well, an auditorium at a resort in the Bahamas this was not. Although it was humid enough to be Bermuda. Just a lot grayer.

Doc Islington made a consternation snort, adjusted her very loud flowered sundress and flip-flopped her way over to the bar.

She figured she might as well enjoy herself while she was busily being not in Bermuda. "Hey there. How much for a shudding orgasm?" she asked the bartender.

Re: Felipe at the bar

[bookblather]

Felipe turned around and squinted at the woman coming up behind him. That was... a heck of a dress, all right.

"Don't know," he said. "I don't usually put a price on that kind of thing. Have we met?"

Re: Felipe at the bar

[shadowsong26]

So, Sefalin had a problem.

Well, technically, he had two problems. Which was sort of the problem.

On the one hand, Tahnrin, with whom he had just spent the night, with his sharp eyes and sultry voice and his hands...

And then there was Landelye, with her acid tongue and perfect hair and that smile...

He genuinely wasn't sure if it would be easier or harder if they actually liked him. These relationships--whatever they were now, whatever they might become--were all political. He knew that.

(Of course, that was from their end. On his...how the hell was he supposed to stop a war--either war--when his heart was so unfortunately entangled with two such dangerously powerful rivals?)

Well, at least he'd managed to make himself presentable, and left Tahnrin's rooms before the palace was really awake. Everyone would know he'd spent the night there, of course, but he made some concessions to propriety.

Of course, the problems with his personal life were far outweighed by the sudden appearance of a bar where his suite was supposed to be.

Well, if there was ever an excuse to drink, it was the mess he'd landed himself in. There was another man sitting at the bar, and Sef wandered over near to him. "I...don't suppose you know what's good here?"

Re: Felipe at the bar

[bookblather]

"Beats me," Felipe said, without turning around quite yet. There was still moonshine in the glass, after all. "I wasn't really going for good, I was just going for drunk."

[bookblather]

"...so I told her to stay away from him because, really, she's so not good enough, you know? And I said... Emma?" Molly pulled her cell phone away, looked at the screen, shook it, and put it back to her ear. "Emma? Are you there? Ugh."

Because of course. Just when she was getting a good gossip going. Molly rolled her eyes, hung up just in case, and put the phone back in her purse.

And of course, just when she was about to walk into a store, she was somewhere else. Somewhere unpleasantly leafy and full of trees. This was Billy's kind of thing, not her own. Her heels would sink in the dirt, for one thing.

"Ugh," she said, again, more emphatically, and stomped over to a little bench. You couldn't sit down in a huff if there wasn't anywhere to sit down, after all.

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About the same time, Martin was on his way downstairs in his townhouse. He was also running late, late enough he risked getting caught in traffic and subsequently reprimanded by a flock of angry canaries. He most certainly had not had time to shave ~properly~ (per Mr. Siebenkas's very specific and time consuming instructions).

He made it to the entryway, a slab of cookie bar in his mouth when all of a sudden A) he was no longer in said entryway B) his briefcase decided to pop open, spilling Nezah's statistical analysis of crime in the Western Ward arcologies right into a mud puddle and C) he realized the cookie bars contained walnuts.

Martin did not like walnuts.

And then, on top of that, somebody took the only bench in sight.

"Dawnmnit," muttered Martin.

[bookblather]

Some guy tripped right out of nowhere into a mud puddle and Molly tried to decide if she should go over to help. On the one hand, Mom and Dad would want her to. On the other hand, Mom and Dad would want her to. And it was a mud puddle, and she had nice heels, and...

Ugh.

She got up anyway and not-quite-stomped over, then propped her hands on her hips and demanded, "Have you been helped?"