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

[misconceived]

[ He considers her for a moment. ]

What, like a pocket dimension?

[misconceived]

[ YEP. He's... definitely going to go show her where the feathers are. He feels pretty bad about the wings-thing. ]

No? Guess it's different for me than it is for you.

[ yeah idk man he just says a rhyme, all this shit is for potions and junk ]

[misconceived]

A wizard?

[ His brows go up. That's a whole kettle of fish where he's from. ]

Like... immortal magical being, spell- and potion-creators? Or...?

[lord_wizard]

[Which is something else the sisters might have told him in the beginning. He's not a stranger to the wariness, in any case]

Hardly. I'm merely human. Where I come from that only means I have the capability to channel magic. That's all.

[dancingmd]

I suppose that's similar enough. I was trapped inside a collapsing warp bubble.

[wolfuncaged]

[That...surprises him. He's not used to hearing of people in similar situations as him. The last one was Vanadi, and that was a long time ago. He shifts his stance, curious. ]

...They were?

[catamite]

[Nel's got that vaguely starstruck look, like he's running into something straight out of a fairytale. which, is more or less true, in his case.

though, he has to admit, that this isn't exactly what he'd imagined knights to be like.]

...And you're standing in a river?

[aberrant_type]

I want a sword. Better two. [Or more. Well... these might not snap like the titan-killing blades, but who knows what could happen?

And then out loud:]

Ah, over here. [And she points to a bustling place with space at one of their long outside tables, with an awning set over the whole thing for shade. It's easy to wade through the hustle and claim a spot. Hange raises a hand for an attendant.]

[wilder]

Nah. The leg might just make them think you're a pirate or something.

[But stubborn? He gives the driest of snorts] Yeah. I remember.

[amarant]

The things that make others angry, or afraid...you don't care about them at all. And then when you are angry, you don't look it at all.

[ She doesn't like having trouble figuring others out. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yep. Robin, Finch, Crow, Quail, Woodpecker, Falcon, Blackbird, Linnet, and Sparrow.

[he lists all nine of them like it's nothing. doesn't even bother listing them on his fingers. he knows all the names by heart.]

[puro]

Honestly? I don't know. I've been thinking about it. It's wrong, that they're being exploited like this, but what happens if they can't handle the truth? What if it causes more harm than good?

I just wish we could help them in a way that means they could build on the truth. Make it something better for them. It feels wrong to do nothing.

[noctiphile]

You’re probably the first.

[He laughs not out of humor but because it needs to be marked as a joke.] Shall we go?

[noctiphile]

[Through some small acrobatic feat, Mattias is able to accept the journal and write in his own, using his non-dominant arm as some sort of support. The pen scribbles neurotically, copying the drawings in a sloppy hand, circling and noting all the same similarities.]

Interesting. The double earrings on the second figure changes to three on the other design. Perhaps it's a mark of age. This single earring could have caused a schism, for all we know. Iconography matters are highly controversial.

[He takes note to ask about it, speaking more to himself than to the boy himself. He'll keep going, too, detailing the possibilities of every little difference until stopped. Save yourself, Coil.]

[noctiphile]

[He volunteers a sheepish smile and shrug.]

Even small things need appreciation.

[onlyanapple]

I wouldn't say struggling, but yeah. Sure.

[amarant]

[ Watches, carefully. ]

I think I have it now. Coil?

[amarant]

If we find fruit, we can eat that.

Unless you only need conversation to live?

[amarant]

...that's what it says, anyway.

Then again, if it was easy, they wouldn't need to ask for help.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer accepts the offered hand and shakes it.]

I'm Jennifer. Dr. Keller inside the infirmary, but Jennifer's fine outside of it. And, well... I do have important things to do back home, yeah. My friend and my boyfriend are probably wondering where I vanished to... but if I can help out here in the meantime, I know my time won't have been wasted.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer has to smile at that.]

I'd never call anybody names, thankfully- except for their real name. Mine's Jennifer.

[amarant]

Very rarely. Or it finds a way to hurt later.

[ino]

[ Cute ... he loves his siblings ...

At least, that's what she gets out of it ]

Woodpecker? What'd that poor kid do to get a nickname like that?

[hearsthesea]

Ah...no, it's our race. The name means "people of the water."

[noctiphile]

Teach you? [Wide-eyed, he cocks his head. Warmth trims the edges of his chest, creeping in with a smile that's both flattered and fond.] It'd be my pleasure.

[The warmth doesn't leave. It settles like a feather, tickling him until he chuckles.] I'll have to go gentle on you, of course. And you'll have to accept the woman's part but... [He trails off with a smile, drumming his fingers against his chin.] You don't seem like someone foreign to the ballroom. I have faith.

[He's teasing and it relaxes him. Chases the last bit of tension from his shoulder like smoke. Out of everything, this is what he misses the most. The freedom of small jabs and smiles. The delight of dancing and the joy of sharing it.

He's happy and the thought strikes him like lightning.] And of course I'd be happy to dance for you. Though perhaps when we're on more solid ground.

[He waves a hand, pulling away from his knees.] But that's for another time. I've told you of the smells of my home. Now you tell me the sights of yours.