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driftfleet2017-10-16 10:05 pm
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[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.
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.