first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

Comments

[grandstanding]

It's hideous. [This moon is the worst.]

I haven't made a sword, but I've used forges to make other things. [He tips his head towards her slightly, with a sardonic twist to his tone.] I was always able to speed that process along through my power.

[brainiest]

I can't wait until we get to the next station.

[ But, of course, she's hooked straight into his words. ]

Of course! That's amazing - it must feel incredible as well. I can't even imagine how much control that sort of work must take. Wow.

[grandstanding]

It's certainly more fine-tuned than just moving things around. [At the time he used a forge, it was also safer for him, his control over his power too skittery to manage much.] It's also very hot work, using a forge.

[brainiest]

Oh, it must be, but I suppose it suited you. [ Wait. ] Working with metal, I mean.

[grandstanding]

[Heh. The smile can't be seen, but it can be heard.]

Indeed it did, and does. A sword would be an interesting project. [Not that he doesn't already have a weapon project underway.]

[brainiest]

[ She tilts her head, stepping up to look at him properly. ]

Is that an - offer, or a suggestion, or...?

[grandstanding]

At the moment it's a thought, nothing else. I've owned a sword; I know what they're like. [Even if he's never actually fought with it. One day, he'll need to ask Adelina about swordplay lessons.] Making something like that is a little more complicated than fusing metal together.

[brainiest]

I think I miss my rapier most. It came with this. [ Her finger draws along her scar, hesitating for a moment before she breathes out. ] Maybe the best thing to do for now is get my hands on a wooden sword and keep up practice with that. I don't think Atroma can take that away from me.

[grandstanding]

[He follows the line her finger traces, along the scar. They all have stories behind them, personal ones. The tracework he could make across his own body would fill a book or two.]

It's a start. I'm not sure if anyone else has access to things like that here. My friend mentioned wanting a sword back as well, I don't know if she's made any progress on that.

I'd suggest culling some wood here to shape, but I'm sure it's all poisonous. [Like everything else on this godforsaken rock.]

[brainiest]

[ Scars are forever - mostly. The one on her arm might have been healed by Ben, taken away, but she can still see the faint white lines against her forearm, just as she can feel the metallic nudge in the one on her face, the werewolf bites that stretch her skin and feel like they're blistering. Everything tells a story, and she feels old far too young because of hers. ]

I could try and make one, maybe... Wood is much easier than all the different kinds of metal you'd need for a real sword, and I could always cut it down to size or use it as more of a stick than anything else. It's a simple solution for now.

[ She frowns, arms crossed as she looks around the woods, nose wrinkling. ]

I'd rather not kill anyone, thank you very much.

[grandstanding]

Yes... a poison sword would do that. [A novel idea, though.] Have you ever used spears?

[brainiest]

Not my cup of tea. [ She huffs, and gives him a Look. Don't you get any ideas. ] Spears... No, but that does seem like the next step. I don't think I knew anyone that was good at using a spear in the Drabwurld, so that might be why.

[grandstanding]

Admittedly, I haven't used one for combat. But I have made use of them while hunting and fishing. They would be easier to make, at least for the business end of it. [A spearhead might be an interesting challenge, to somehow make himself. He could find the flaws in it much easier than making a much larger item like a sword.]

Annoying to carry around, though. [Not very subtle, either.]

[brainiest]

You make it sound so easy and casual, you know. 'Oh, I used a spear to hunt and fish even if it was a pain in the backside.'

[ Hermione huffs a laugh, shaking her head and turning her gaze back to Erik with a small smile. ]

I bet I could use a potion to make me able to throw it further, though.

[grandstanding]

Do I? Must be the practice. [There's some amusement around his eyes. Far be it from him to ruin the illusion with stories about the many misses he made with that spear. Or the wild animals that bested him.]

Yes, but if you've never used one, that might not make you throw it well. [Unless this potion is a magic 'do well at everything' sort of deal. It doesn't sound like it, though. This is a subject he knows little about.] What kind of 'potion'?