mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[noctiphile]

So, you watched it for a few seconds, then. It's terribly predictable. They run, they stab, one falls. Almost as dull as a fight.

[Blah blah, more fire-spinning descriptions. He's doing pretty decently now, that's all that matters.]

[noctiphile]

Not after you tortured the bastard first. Although... [He glances back at the shopkeeper. The man frowns back. Mattias sighs.] ... Perhaps I should have let you annoy him a bit longer.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I don't believe I have, no. I'd be happy to share now, if you don't mind having your research further interrupted.

[...he knows he doesn't, but they were doing other things before this, weren't they? maybe he just wants to hear him say that he doesn't mind.]

[ladiesss]

[...she squints at him for a second, slowly realizing... and then gasping!]

You're that guy! Oh my god!

[thankfully, her shouting is very quiet and largely ineffectual.]

[mysterzie]

See?

[ He bites into his apple, plain as day and giving the shopkeep an utterly innocent look. ]

That guy's a huge grouch. I knew what I was doing.

[noctiphile]

How generous. I might take you up on it. I'm stuck on number seven. "Is the sky blue?" I think the answer might be no.

[That's not a real question, but it's about the level of difficulty. He says it all with mock consideration, face twisting into exaggerated expressions of thought.]

[mysterzie]

[ What. Aaron instinctively tenses up and steps back, reflexes keeping him from immediately just teleporting the fuck out of there from the reaction. ]

What the hell?

[onlyanapple]

I've seen it a hundred times before, back when it was actually a thing. Never found it that entertaining back then, either.

[He'll continue watching in some vague sort of amusement. ]

[noctiphile]

With an apple? [He quirks a brow, clearly unimpressed.] If you knew what you were doing you would have stolen his purse.

[mysterzie]

[ Aaron tilts his head in Mattias' direction. There's an idea. ]

Who says I wasn't going to?

[noctiphile]

The fact that you haven't done it yet.

[He hugs his chest, bending one arm at the elbow to gesture slightly.] Of course, it's only as a... reparation. He was harassing you.

["Harassing" aka "yelling at someone who stole his product"]

[ino]

[ She glances back to Krista ]

Well, the stuff we can do is more based off of the energy you have in your body? As far as healing goes, it's pretty much adding your own energy to someone else's to make their cells regrow in the way you'd want them to.

[ a smile ]

Oh, your natures are kind of like ours, though we have Yin and Yang too. Most people can't use all of them like that, though ... that's pretty impressive!

Volcano

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is having much the same problem. Everything about this place feels twisted and wrong. He paces around, trying to decide the best course of action, and notices Lloyd. The scowl is still there, as he walks over. ]

This place is disgusting.

[Hi. Hello. ]

[forsometimenow]

You're welcome. [Jennifer gives a reassuring smile before she gives the innoculations with practiced ease.] There- you're all set. I'm glad they've provided these for us.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer smiles.]

I'd say better safe than sorry, but I think you might be okay. If you're composed of plant matter, I'm not sure it would even be possible to inject the shot, anyway.

[ino]

Yeah, sure. [ She glances around, pushing her ponytail over her shoulder ] I'm thinking I'd like to leave altogether, honestly.

[noctiphile]

[The ground jerks away from him. His stomach lurches, then quiets, though his gaze is filled with a spiraled world. He grips at Robin's shirt subconsciously, nesting his head against his shoulder while his world reels to a stop. It's then that he pieces together what happened. Figures out why there are hands where none should be and why, despite that, he doesn't feel like protesting.

Well, okay. The answer to the latter question is obvious.]

This is... very intimate. [It's an improvement on walking, for sure. Idly, he wonders if there's a way he can convince Robin to carry him all the time. It seems much more efficient.] I can hear your heart.

[It's soothing. He smiles, only vaguely aware that the night exists around them, chasing them with every step. Robin is too captivating, too distracting to pay it heed and for that, he's grateful. Glad to have the butterflies over the tremors, the serenity over the fear. He hiccups a giggle.] I bet you carry everyone like this.

[It's a joke or maybe a need for validation. He wouldn't mind hearing that he's the only one.]

[innercactus]

.... This is a good point.

[ He taps his head a couple of times for some very plant-hitting-plant sounds. ]

... Something about veins, right? [ New knowledge is weird, okay? ]

[innercactus]

[ This... sort of makes sense. Asteffiel knows how the Asura reacted when they first found Sylvari, and shifts awkwardly from foot to foot. ]

... They should be more curious.

[ Sulking a little. ]

[ino]

[ She does a quick glance to make sure nobody's, you know, staring at them ... and kind of forgets to glance back for a moment. Bluh, a reminder of the whole situation on this planet is really not welcome.

There's a brief look of concern, but she comes back to the conversation soon enough. ]

Yeah, now he always carries a bunch of sunscreen with him on missions and stuff. Makes everybody lather up before we go off to do whatever.

[mortalcoil]

[well... their note-taking styles turn out to be extremely similar, then. Coil's handwriting is neat and exact--meticulous where it needs to be, and concise shorthand everywhere else--alongside economical sketches, diagrams, also outlining the theological details of the place. more like he's preparing to process it all as evidence, or pieces of some larger puzzle elsewhere, than logging every detail simply for posterity's sake.

these are notes that he intends to reference and use.

and as touchy as he'd been about letting his own journal be seen, he's quickly becoming absorbed in Mattias' book instead, scanning for details he missed and speedily comparing to his own observations.]

[catamite]

You want me to go in the river?

[and here's where he backs up that step again--not looking at the water in overwhelming fear or anything, but more looking at the guy like he thinks that even the suggestion of it must be insane.]

It's dangerous!

[it's just not something that right-minded people do, where he's from.]

[mortalcoil]

[oh? ...does he want to know?

he really thinks about it, before he finally draws a question mark in the air. he's already imagining horrible things, skipping the mundane ones entirely.]

[aberrant_type]

[She's so amused by his alarm... her grin spreads across her face like a sunrise. Really fucking tickled here, Coil.]

It's just going to be very noisy for a while! Much worse when you can't get away from it, yes?

[theboogieman]

...

[looks at her. looks at the crossbow. ...looks back at her. signs:]

'I'll say in one week.'