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acatalepsy_ooc2018-06-19 11:13 pm
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test drive # 2
 test drive meme #2 It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are. All you hear is a voice -- light, bubbly, warm, soothing, in your ear: Don't worry, darling. This won't hurt a bit~ ♥ For those who recognize the voice, it will sound a bit strained. Possibly tired. But the moment happens so quickly it's hard to pin down, and once that moment is over, you fall flat on your face. It's dim, damp, with the trickling of what feels like rain. It takes a few moments for you to gain composure, to catch your breath. You think, for half a moment, that a hand is on your back, rubbing between your shoulder blades in comfort, but when you open your eyes, no one is there. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore. And, of course, because this is just your luck. It's raining.  THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS. Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around. At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived. For some, this place is home. For others, this strange land is new and dark, like a haze has settled in the air. The creatures in the forest seem to be stirring, and every now and then the sky will open up, and a storm will pass through, in varying degrees of intensity. Some will be easy spring showers, others will be angry, thunderous storms. Not exactly the most welcoming place, but it's a start. Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern. Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. The rain makes everything feel a bit softer, but also eerie, like there is a secret being kept just on the outside of your vision. Of course, this means you have free reign. This place seems easy enough to figure out on your own, with enough time to take a walk around! However- members who recognize this place may notice the lack of a certain figure, the grounds feeling a bit more empty, more abandoned, than they did before. IT'S A FIELD OF . . . POPPIES?  The buildings of the Temple of Beginnings span out across a fair-sized field, intermixed with trees, open grassy planes, outside sitting areas, fire rings, and other oddly ancient but somehow structures. With the mist and the rain, everything feels a bit more ethereal, like there is life to every inch of what you see before you. Or like you've stumbled into some kind of alternate world. Around the temple is a ring of stones that do not seem to move no matter what characters may attempt, and beyond that is the forest.The forest itself is more than just impressive - it is near-overwhelming. An impossibly ancient stretch of woods that crackle with magical energy. Within, there is all matter of fauna and flora, darting from tree trunk to tree trunk. The canopy is thick enough to shield from the worst of the rain, but still the water gets through, dripping down through the leaves and dampening the ground under your feet. While there is always a sense of wonder - and possible danger - in every stretch of this forest, nothing will come any closer than a brief glimpse out of the corner of your eyes. No matter how you try, you can't quite seem to catch a full glimpse of what is moving about. Some of the creatures seem small, flittering through the air, while others dart through the trees, larger, more imposing. Everything here seems to be looking for some kind of shelter, so be wary of stumbling across something already taken. There is a particular clearing not too far into the woods that opens up, a field encircled by trees. In the middle of the field there is an odd glow - luminescent even in the darkened sky. Upon investigation, you will find a bush - about the size of a small car - filled with glowing flowers, white, blue, gold, and purple. They all smell faintly sweet, but it's hard to tell with the scent of earth and rain all around you. if you decide to pick one of these flowers, there will be no immediate recourse. However, the longer you decide to keep the flower on your person - or if, for whatever reason, you decide to eat said flower - the following will start to set in. White: For whatever reason, you will have more energy than you know what to do with, and will be filled with the urge to shine. Ever needed a confidence booster? To a point that you need to get up on buildings and belt your favorite song at the top of your lungs? Well, now you do.Regarding further exploration of the wood, it will seem to go on forever. Getting lost seems almost imperative to existence within this forest, going on forever in all directions with no edge in sight. You could walk for days, weeks, possibly even more. However, the second that you find yourself thinking about wanting to return to the buildings from before, you find yourself cresting through the edge of the trees, back to your home. RUN BY THE RIVER  While inside the buildings and in the main open spaces, the water doesn't seem to be building up all too terribly, un an unfortunate turn of events, it all seems to be rolling down a very slight hill, pulling just on the outside of the ring of stones. The ground here is unstable, wet and muddy from the amount of moisture falling from the skies. So much that in some areas (the fighting area being one), it will start to collect into a dangerous combination of mud and moving water. It's possible to get stuck in it, possible to get lost in the flooding, but it's also possible to...you know. Have some fun? Mud slides, mud wrestling, mud...castles? Whatever you want it to be, it's at your disposal! While the arena was originally a place to practice your powers, or any of the various weapons that are usually kept here, now you can do the same with a little added obstacle in your path. That, or it's possible you simply got stuck trying to make it back to your room. Hopefully someone will be by to help you! CONNECTIONS AND COMMENTARY  Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you. There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it. OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server! enjoy! ♥ |
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He hates this feeling almost as much as he hates having been controlled by Bowman, and likewise, he's just as much of a slave to it, unable to fight back as he squeezes her hand. ]
Right... stick together.
[ He murmurs it back like he's hypnotized before he suddenly shakes his head in irritation and rips his hand away. ]
Argh!! What's going on?!
[ It can't be Bowman again. He would never do something this weak and pathetic. He'd say it was childish and tell him to leave her. Fend for himself like he always has. No, this is something or someone else entirely. Is he being possessed by a new being?
If so, he has half a mind to punch it out of himself just so he can get back to his usual state. Whatever that even is at this point. ]
Just start walking! I'll walk several steps behind you.
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As much as she wishes it weren't so, but he's growing up, and a boy can't depend on his older sister that openly, right? It'd be too embarrassing for him, even if she can't help but want to dote on him.
But to get to the point, this is odd, and she stares at him in wonder. ]
Ayer...
[ She's almost worried whatever is happening may cause him to run off, so... she nods, slowly. ]
Alright, but— did you eat anything strange, by any chance? Or, perhaps, run into someone odd?
[ They have to figure this out.. ]
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[ He knows a few choice idiots who would, but he's got better survival skills than that. Still, Jessica's not the only one who's aware that he's behaving rather unusual, and he does his best to staunch the outpouring of neediness. It almost feels like the two of them are far too many steps apart, and he wants to gravitate near her like a dog following its owner home.
His teeth press together, jaw locked as he does his best to control himself before it occurs to him. ]
The flowers... don't tell me-
[ He had touched them, but it's not as though they had pricked him anywhere. That was the last thing he had come into contact with, and even so, he had his hands all wrapped up with bandages. No direct touches to any of the petals. ]
That's ridiculous. They're just flowers.
[ Words spoken more to himself than Jessica, but the sentiment remains the same. ]
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[ Unsure of what he means, but she does look concerned as she thinks on it. ]
What sort of flowers, Ayer? You can't be too careful- haven't we seen strange plants and primals connected to them? You could have encountered something without realizing it...
[ Turning to face him properly, she comes closer and places a hand on his shoulder. ]
How are you feeling? Are you feeling confused? Tired perhaps?
[ After that whole incident with Bowman, the thought of her brother being affected by anything is troubling her more than she can express, but she has to be strong for him. No matter what, she'll never let him feel like he has no one to turn to! ]
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[ As though repeating himself wouldn't cast any doubt over that assertion. If anything, he feels far from fine, and having his sister worry about him is the last thing he wants. Hadn't he already caused enough trouble for her? She doesn't need to spend her life worrying over her pathetic invalid crazy little brother. ]
I was just thinking about the flowers over there.
[ He points to a large patch of beautiful, lavender-colored flowers, wondering if they really are the culprit. ]
I was stepping on them earlier.
[ Fingers move lightly over his other arm, not wanting to admit he actually got down to sniff at them. His curiosity had gotten the best of him, but if Jessica smells them and feels nothing, then that means there's nothing wrong with them. That also means the fault lies solely within himself -as though he needs anything else to be wrong with him. ]
Let's just go. They're nothing for us to worry about.
[ Someone better than him would have warned everyone else about it or done a better investigation, but he just wants to get away and deal with the more pressing concern of their current whereabouts and their lack of a ship to return to. ]
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You were stepping on them? Oh, Ayer...
[ There's a light laugh as she approaches them with him, they're in pretty colors, too. Blue, white, lavender, gold... they make such a nice sight and she places a hand on his back to urge him close. ]
They're so pretty. Were you thinking of getting one?
[ She kneels down in front of them, the blue patch, and looks over. ]
It seems like such a pity to pick them, they're so pretty. Look at these blue ones. They look like the color of little Lyria's eyes, don't they?
[ She reaches out to gently touch them, looking them over fondly. ]
You know, when you were little, you used to love picking flowers and bringing them over. We used to make little flower crowns for you, too...
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[ Does he look like a guy who regularly picks flowers? Never mind that he had done so earlier, but that's because the fragrance was so strong and bothering him. He was only trying to stop it from being so distracting so he could get on with his search. Yes, they'll stick to that explanation.
Still, he can't help but keep shadowing her, hands in pockets, eyes gliding over the flower bed. Were they this vibrant before? It's almost as if they'd grown more lush since he had stepped away. ]
Are you sure you should be touching those?
[ After all, he has a hunch that may be why he's feeling kind of odd, but Jessica seems all right so far. No strange symptoms or behavior. Just the usual overbearing sisterliness that makes him choke on his breath. ]
And those aren't going anywhere near my head. Keep them away!
[ Who wants a brutal reminder of those halcyon days he'd left behind long ago? He'd done everything he could to separate himself from the model, upright student he used to be, and he's definitely not itching to be spoiled or pampered anymore. ]