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ataraxionlogs2015-09-15 03:32 pm
doggedly) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-09-15 03:32 pm
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introducing the SHOUTING ROCK
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.
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:
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.
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What?
no subject
Written slightly larger than the previous message, thanks to the blessing of increased space:]
DIR WHERE
DIR
EC
TIONS
TO ????
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To whatever is out there.
And then there are arrows and question marks going in as many directions as he could be jiggered to scrawl onto a piece of bark.]
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CLIMB
ONTO
ROCK
[--And a single broad arrow drawn pointing up. On top of the rock, there's a smaller rock that is holding another piece of papery bark into place, on which (should anyone be intrepid enough to climb up and read it) is written:]
LOOK EAST
[With another arrow, pointing... to the left. Your east or the note writer's east? Interpretation time.]
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Anyone close by could probably see him silently ask himself, "Look east?" That's followed by him looking in the direction of the arrow, which he has no idea if is east or not. He's never been good with navigation.]
sorry :]
And yet....
When Carlisle climbs onto the rock, and reads the note, and looks "east", a glob of water falls from above and explodes onto his head. The effect is quite like a water balloon without the balloon part, like a glob of water held together by means (possibly, probably) magical just sailed on over to explode on an unsuspecting victim just looking for a little exploration.
The water, by the way, is not acidic. Drink up.]
Never, ever be. :>
In bad news, now his tabard is wet, and he only has one set of his vestments, which means he's going to have to jump off the rock and go hang out in his private little shelter at the edge of camp until they dry. He's doing that, by the way, along with some polite swearing aimed at both pranksters for getting him all wet for no good reason, as well himself for being foolish enough to fall for such a trick.
He's not coming back to this rock ever. What moron ever thought of a Shouting Rock, anyway?
In neutral news, he probably could have used the shower. His hair was looking far too tidy for someone living in the jungle.]