driftfleet | [EVENT | OPEN] Everybody's Seeing Red

Who: Merlan & [You]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport & Lato'li
When: October-November Plot Length

1.[Pre-Event: Khadgar] ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ
« ᴍʏ sʜɪᴘ. ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ sᴛᴀʙʙʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘ. sᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴅᴏᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇss ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ.
« ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀ.
2.[OPEN: Exploring] ᴀᴜsᴛʀᴀʟɪᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?
There's nothing like a red planet being actually red. Like. All of it. Zero real colour variation. It was just. Red. She's not really...having the best of times. Half tucked up against a tree, resting for a moment, she closed her eyes. It's horrible, like her stomach is perpetual drop. She wanted to keep her wits about her, though, in case anyone from their ships were out here and she was a telepath. There were crewmates out here and she was going to find them.

As soon as she could move.
2a. [Khadgar, Merlan, Lothar] ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴀɢᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅᴀss ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴀʀ
The red was disconcerting in so many ways. The biggest one was the fact that it made Merlan fiercely sick to her stomach. It also made her irritated, which she was attempting to keep under wraps but all of this could just be the crack to the head she'd taken upon their descent. But it was fine and she absolutely needed a breath of fresh, or what passed for it, air. With a makeshift camp under way, what they most needed was food which meant firewood.

"How are we even supposed to know what's edible? Please tell me there's something in your arsenal that covers that." While she grumbled as they tramped out of the crash site and into the forest proper, she worked on the bladed weapon spell, twisting the magic around and around until they flared to life. They were more like short swords as she twirled them.

"I really wish it wasn't so...red," she said, making a face.

3.[Khadgar] To the Comm Tower...Or Not?!

They'd just been walking through a wooded landscape, like they'd been doing for a good solid while, keeping their voices low, and doing what they could to move quicker. It was all fine until Merlan felt a familiar tug. And then--

She looked around and let out a frustrated sound followed by some particularly barbed yelling.

"ATROMA, PLEASE STOP THAT." The rest of what she managed to get out was all curses, mostly in Enochian because Khadgar was out there by himself and she was-- She was staring at a neat little pudding cup.

Merlan let out a huff of amusement. No sense wasting it.

She was on the Twin Roses and he was...out there. With cannibals. Screw checking in, she was going to find him and whatever wanted to eat her was going down. Whatever wanted to eat him? There would be no mercy.

That's when she started to run, trusting her instincts to lead her true.

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I have some concerns but as long as there's tea, I suppose I can shove them aside.

[Aaaaaand... he's there a few minutes later.]

Concerns, mm?

[She's in the kitchen, as usual, with two cups of tea brewing, and she turns to grin at him and it practically makes her whole face light up. Maybe it's dumb as hell, but she's tucked herself into the cloak he'd given her, the pin slightly askew.]

We're going to have to discuss those concerns of yours in depth, then.

Mm. [Just a couple. And between the two of them, they could probably solve any problems those concerns came with.]

Good thing you made tea then, gives us something to enjoy while we go over everything. Wouldn't want us to get parched.

I do try to be prepared for these things.

[She offers him his tea for him to fix to his liking and grins. They did tend to go on about plenty of things. And then more than that, sometimes.]

It just might take a while. After all, it is complicated. It might be a two pot visit.

[Her expression dropped to mock grave concern, though her eyes shone with amusement.]

[He takes only a few moments to fix his tea like he prefers before he settles down, tugging his quill and notebook from his bag- as if he'd have left Twin Roses without it. Especially with this kind of mischief.]

Well, we'll need plenty of space. And healing potions in case one of us... has an accident.

"There's really not much in my room," Merlan says speculatively. "That's where I put everything, anyway. There's plenty to keep us occupied. I can't see anything going drastically wrong but you can never be sure with this sort of activity. I suppose we've been exceedingly lucky thus far."

The red of the planet is disconcerting. Had it been green, Lothar would have been able to understand it a little better, fel or otherwise. This is just different on a level he can't quite wrap his head around. Space and it's way of traveling had been bad enough despite being given the knowledge, now this planet and the events leading up to landing on it? Gods, he could do with going someplace with a tavern, there's a drink somewhere with his name on it.

He's been making his way through the foliage, slowly but surely, a large stick in one hand ready to be used. There's already been an attack by a bug the size of a wolf. It had buzzed around and pestered Lothar until the warrior had slammed it hard enough with the stick to launch it a deterring distance. Now he can hear someone talking and he's cautiously making his way over, still making sure to keep hold of his makeshift weapon and a slight suspicious look for now.

"Color isn't going to change much in a place like this."

A pair of short swords flared into existence, shining bright red-gold in the light of this godforsaken planet. Merlan tilted her head slightly, turning toward the voice, and looked Lothar up and down in a blatant threat assessment, and then, after a few moments, she relaxed.

"Which ship did you come from?" she asked quietly, lowering her weapons.

"Sorry, I never had to learn about edible plantlife."

This wasn't the kind of life the Kirin Tor had ever envisioned for him. And when he'd left, he'd made sure he had enough to manage as he traveled, usually stuck to roads and headed into smaller towns and inns to rest and restock. Anything he knew about plants was for potion crafting... Oh, all his potions on the Twin Roses, he hoped the ship had fared better than Bloodsport.

This planet makes him uncomfortable. The color and feel of everything around him. It's enough that he has his cloak tight around him and his fingers twitching to cast a spell. At least the more sensible part of his mind retained enough control to save his mana.

At the sounds of another, and Merlan's reaction, Khadgar did let a bit of his magic crackle at his fingertips, following his companion-

And then freezing. He knew that face. The magic dies down and Khadgar moves forward as quickly as he can to put a hand on Merlan's arm.

"Merlan, no!" He needed her to not kill someone who could probably help them. And then he turned his head, looking to Lothar.

"Lothar, you're... By the Light, Atroma couldn't have picked a worse time to bring someone from home but I'm glad to see you."

"Who's asking?"

Giving an answer straight off the bat wasn't on the cards, not when Anduin was glancing at the swords and duly wondering if that counted as cheating. Summoning swords out of nowhere? Well, it put Lothar at a disadvantage and he knew it, so the stick in his hands didn't lower even a fraction of an inch. Better safe than sorry.

Luckily a certain mage decided to show his face and there's a small sense of relief that not only was Khadgar around to begin with, but alive too. How terrible that would have been to show up and find the kid dead. Ironic, even.

"I've been around a while, you should have said something sooner." Lothar was not going to admit to the part where he should have said something first, instead he opted for what came naturally and slowly poked Khadgar in the shoulder with his stick. Just checking.

"Merlan O'Keefe, S.S. Bloodsport, Engineer," she slipped in and while her weapons came down, they certainly didn't fade away, not even after Khadgar identified the man. She was sure she'd heard something else out there and just in case there was a fight, she was keeping them. Okay. Maybe she'd be generous.

"I think you need a bigger stick. I mean, unless you were just going to poke someone's eyes out with that. Twig." Despite her teasing tone, she offered him one of her weapons and grinned.

"I suppose belated congratulations are in order. Welcome to the Fleet, hope you liked your pudding." She held up a finger. "If I am sick in a minute or so, don't go blaming your face. Stupid, wretched planet."

[EVENT | OPEN] Everybody's Seeing Red

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Dork.

her dork though

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