introducing the SHOUTING ROCK

[doggedly]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE, ANYONE but Sirius Black is doing the initiation
LOCATION: THE SHOUTING ROCK, a large craggy boulder which stands just to the southern border of what centralized camp has been (moved and re-) constructed
WARNINGS: SHOUTING
SUMMARY: there is important information that needs to be disseminated and since there's no network and no owl post, we have to resort to old fashioned methods. that means SHOUTING IT AT EACH OTHER.
NOTES: backdating this just slightly to September 13. also mostly this is for action tags and quick meet-ups and discussions of any weird discoveries - so please feel free to carry on your own brief scenes below. shout back and share planet info and threadjack and heckle each other and carve all over the Shouting Rock. this is the worst Town Hall meeting ever.



The shouting could have occurred at a more inconvenient time. To anyone that lodges complaints about the shouting, Sirius will be sure to mention this very important fact: shouting could have occurred at three in the morning, jungle time, when the camp was hushed in sleep after its recent new additions and recent generalised reacclimation of makeshift tents et al, some distance from what's left of the Tranquility. And after all of that, and finally getting to sleep, only to be woken by shouting? Merlin, just think of how irritating an early-morning Shouting Rock declaration would have been.

(This is still a little irritating.)


"IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT."

Like a text post to the network, bolded. Sirius shouts with his hands cupped around his mouth. No magical amplification, which is another point of luck for you all. So, too, is the fact that Survey Rock has yet to be established. This is Shouting Rock, and Sirius is standing on it and shouting to the camp at large.

"JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS. If you go that way--" And he points south-west-wards, back toward the way that they came-- "--And you go off into the woods and follow along the river, you're going to get about a day and a half or so, and then you won't be able to go any farther. And I mean you really won't! Nosebleeds, the whole bit. If that's what does it for you, enjoy yourself out there, but for the rest of us, it's like the good old TQ all over again. Some things never change. So, you know. Take care! And there's these massive beasts out there roaming around. Huge, absolutely huge, and not easy to take down. If you can get at one, it'll have good meat on it. They don't seem to have any trouble with nosebleeds. Might be their horns. Blocks it up or something."

A gesture, for horn-on-nose, side of his wrist pressed to his nose. Very educational.

"And, finally--" Wishful thinking, if you thought Sirius was done there. If anything else, this bit gets shouted a little louder than the rest: "I've got a seriously brilliant reward for the first person that can do anything about making alcohol! Alcohol, right? Of any sort, so long as it's halfway to drinkable. We bloody well need it."

With an air of brisk finality, he claps his hands together. Important bit delivered; important announcements sorted.

"Right, that's it. Anyone else that's got anything to say, this is your Shouting Rock, and I now declare it open. Make good use of it!"

Anyone that gets closer to the rock will find that name carved in the side, done in letters three feet high:

THE SHOUTING ROCK

Bit of a shaky hand, since it was magic that actually carved it. It's the thought that counts.

Speak now, Jungleites, or forever hold your peace.

Comments

[canevenlift]

[Poor Liam hasn't exactly had it easy the last few days. He's managed to eat a little— maybe— but he was used to some pretty terrible habits thanks to lacrosse practice since he was old enough to hold a stick.

Currently he's attempting to carve an "S" into the rock, and someone near by might notice his quickly sharpening nails...]

[metempsychotic]

[ Iezabel has not yet embraced hermitage, so she's a member of the captive camp audience like everyone else. That said, she has been a bit subdued lately, withdrawn behind gloves and cowl, but Sirius's announcement manages to stir her from a growing stupor. She approaches the jut of the newly christened Rock with some sort of purpose in mind, and a chalky piece of stone in hand. She seems about to make her own mark, when she spots her neighbor- a young man attempting a distinctly challenging serpentine shape.

She is, indeed, near enough to spot Liam's... condition. She doesn't seem alarmed. Rather, she appears curious. ] Impressive rate of change, [ she remarks, then gives a short, sharp cough into her fist before inquiring: ] Is this a new development?

[canevenlift]

[That causes him to look up— and his nails to retract to be more human looking.]

Uh— what?

[He hasn't tried to tap into his latent psychic powers yet, if that much is obvious.]

[metempsychotic]

[ I'm afraid the thematically inappropriate cat is out of the proverbially functional bag. Shoving it back in won't help now. Ieza extends an arm, leather gloved fingers grasping for Liam's, ready to begin a investigation with all the clinical care of a biologist. ]

You were exhibiting accelerated growth, [ she informs him, as if this were news, ] a recent change? It's not uncommon, or so I'm told.

[ Wrong- dead wrong, as Ieza not infrequently is. But the question remains as to whether or not she'll be corrected. Or slapped. Her handsiness isn't aggressive by any means, but it is definitely intrusive. ]

[canevenlift]

[He pulls his hand back— a matter of instinct, if nothing else. Even if he doesn't have a reason to mistrust people, precisely, he's still very much on edge.]

Why do you care?

[metempsychotic]

[ She gives a single short, sharp cough into the crook of her arm, and consequently her hand withdraws. Her curiosity, however, remains. ]

We've all changed a little. And we've all stayed the same. [ She motions equanimity with her hands, making scales of her arms. ]

I am curious as to which category that fascinating anomaly falls under.

[axeyou]

What's the 'S' stand for?

[Johanna, passing by, had stopped at a distance to watch him work. Claws, huh. Aren't you something, cutie. She's elected at last to speak up, now that he's nearly finished that one latter.

She follows up her question with a little smile. It might look like encouragement, as she prompts:]

Does it stand for 'sucks'?

[canevenlift]

Scott doesn't suck!

[It comes out before he thinks the thought through anymore, but he knows that if Scott was around here, somewhere, he wouldn't want him to attack anyone.

So he doesn't.]

[axeyou]

[Ardent denial is just going to make this worse for everybody. Well, everybody who isn't Johanna, who takes this opportunity to smirk, broadly. Oh.]

Are you sure? Because when you say it that way? It kinda makes it seem like he might.

[Whoever he is. That part isn't important.]

[canevenlift]

You're just lucky that he wouldn't kill you for saying that.

[If he was here... which he isn't, but that was neither here nor there. He pulls his ... clawed hand away, even though it seems like his claws are starting to shrink back into normal nails again.]

[axeyou]

Uh-huh.

[Bored, blase. She folds her arms over her chest and shifts her weight, cocking her hip. Slowly, she lets one eyebrow raise.]

What's with the fingernails?

[Claws. She should be more shocked than she is, probably, but she's seen her share of outrageous body mods. Body mods that come and go at will? A little more something to look twice at. That's what this is, even if she's being cool about it.]