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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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"It's a warning." Derek tells her, succinct if just this side of too blunt. "It happened before the ship crashed. It meant something bad was going to happen."
Or that Derek had to hold someone's hand. He grimaces as he recalls that repeated indignity.
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"Something bad like a stubbed toe or something bad like we're all about to die," Elena responds in a joking tone, but the amusement doesn't even come close to reaching her face. It's easier, right? To laugh and joke like this isn't the most terrifying thing to happen to her short of actually dying. It's got to be worth a shot at any rate, which is why she shrugs before raking a hand through her hair. She looks stressed already. So that lasted all of two seconds.
"How long have you been dealing with this?" she asks finally, telling out a long exhale. She's hoping for something short, but something tells her it's not going to be that simple, "I mean, you don't look that fazed by..." she pauses briefly to gesture just a little around them "...all of this."
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And he's still here. It's meant as encouragement. Morbid encouragement, but still, encouragement.
"No one's died from the nosebleeds."
Yet.
Getting into all the weird things nosebleeds tend to signal would take up so much time. And Derek's hoping that with the crash of the ship, it'll be the end of all that weirdness.