Ⅰ. ARRIVAL Jennifer stops on one of the rope bridges, staring out into the overwhelming tangle of growth that surrounds the village.
Somewhere, mixed with the perfumes of a thousand other flowers, is the smell of her mother's garden. It's a mix of oleanders, roses, and something else she doesn't quite remember because it's been more than a decade since Elaine Walters was alive to tend it. Jennifer closes her eyes and breathes it in, and lets the memory of her mother come without the sense of loss or anger. She has completely forgotten what that feels like, and the sweetness of memory is sharp and piercing.
"Do you smell that?" She asks, which is, of course, a ridiculous question given the overwhelming sensory wave of an island so aggressively full of flora, but there's a vulnerable sincerity to her at this moment. A hint of who she might have been if her life hadn't been touched by violence and the need for justice.
Ⅱ. THE TEMPLE One of the temple guardians watches Jennifer in the supply room with a focus and slow flick of the tip of its tail that could be either amusement or a gentle threat. You see, after her particular debacle in Carcosa, Jennifer has got it in her head to try and figure out a better way to deal with her particular clothing woes. For the moment, that involves sorting out all the tie-dyed clothing by type, size, and dominant color. Given the lack of size labels and the magical nature of the Temple, this is a more challenging project than she'd originally predicted.
The guardian flicks its tail again and another pile of clothes suddenly appears in the middle of the section Jennifer just got organized. Some very colorful language echoes throughout the Temple in immediate response.
Ⅲ. THE LOTUS BATHS
There is no power Jennifer is currently aware of on the island that could have kept her out of the baths. Not even revisiting the topic of public nudity. She wants to clean her body, but also to soak in the sunlight and pretend for a little while that this is something other than what it is. Besides, when she sinks down so even her shoulders are under the water, she can use one of the floating rafts of pretty flowers for a little extra modesty.
She doesn't notice that the hand that nudges the lily pad is green until she does, and then she laughs, deep and joyful. Jennifer holds her hands in front of her face like she's never seen them before, still laughing, elated. Because it isn't just her hands, it's her whole body and the simple, pure joy of being in this true expression of herself that is so strong and abundant. Clearly something in the pool has allowed her to manifest the body she can trust and that feels like it actually belongs to her, is a part of her.
Not that anyone outside of the pool would see what she's seeing. There is no jade giantess in the water, only a woman remembering her body before the trauma.
Ⅳ. NIGHTBLOOMING It's the Hulk that answers the scream. Adrenaline and being woken from sleep in a dead panic didn't leave any room for Jennifer to keep control, and she is still quick on her feet, moving towards the threat. There's not much patience in her for listening to the mother or waiting for an explanation, but when the locals point in the general direction, too concerned by their own loss to be focused on the hulking grey figure with glowing green fissures, she nods. This is something she can down.
"We will find them." The sentence is short with little room for a response as she vaults over the railing and lands on her feet with an audible thud. You are, of course, welcome to follow her as she plows through the flowering fields in roughly the right direction, especially since she clears an easy path behind her.
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Jennifer Walters | OTA
Jennifer stops on one of the rope bridges, staring out into the overwhelming tangle of growth that surrounds the village.
Somewhere, mixed with the perfumes of a thousand other flowers, is the smell of her mother's garden. It's a mix of oleanders, roses, and something else she doesn't quite remember because it's been more than a decade since Elaine Walters was alive to tend it. Jennifer closes her eyes and breathes it in, and lets the memory of her mother come without the sense of loss or anger. She has completely forgotten what that feels like, and the sweetness of memory is sharp and piercing.
"Do you smell that?" She asks, which is, of course, a ridiculous question given the overwhelming sensory wave of an island so aggressively full of flora, but there's a vulnerable sincerity to her at this moment. A hint of who she might have been if her life hadn't been touched by violence and the need for justice.
Ⅱ. THE TEMPLE
One of the temple guardians watches Jennifer in the supply room with a focus and slow flick of the tip of its tail that could be either amusement or a gentle threat. You see, after her particular debacle in Carcosa, Jennifer has got it in her head to try and figure out a better way to deal with her particular clothing woes. For the moment, that involves sorting out all the tie-dyed clothing by type, size, and dominant color. Given the lack of size labels and the magical nature of the Temple, this is a more challenging project than she'd originally predicted.
The guardian flicks its tail again and another pile of clothes suddenly appears in the middle of the section Jennifer just got organized. Some very colorful language echoes throughout the Temple in immediate response.
Ⅲ. THE LOTUS BATHS
There is no power Jennifer is currently aware of on the island that could have kept her out of the baths. Not even revisiting the topic of public nudity. She wants to clean her body, but also to soak in the sunlight and pretend for a little while that this is something other than what it is. Besides, when she sinks down so even her shoulders are under the water, she can use one of the floating rafts of pretty flowers for a little extra modesty.
She doesn't notice that the hand that nudges the lily pad is green until she does, and then she laughs, deep and joyful. Jennifer holds her hands in front of her face like she's never seen them before, still laughing, elated. Because it isn't just her hands, it's her whole body and the simple, pure joy of being in this true expression of herself that is so strong and abundant. Clearly something in the pool has allowed her to manifest the body she can trust and that feels like it actually belongs to her, is a part of her.
Not that anyone outside of the pool would see what she's seeing. There is no jade giantess in the water, only a woman remembering her body before the trauma.
Ⅳ. NIGHTBLOOMING
It's the Hulk that answers the scream. Adrenaline and being woken from sleep in a dead panic didn't leave any room for Jennifer to keep control, and she is still quick on her feet, moving towards the threat. There's not much patience in her for listening to the mother or waiting for an explanation, but when the locals point in the general direction, too concerned by their own loss to be focused on the hulking grey figure with glowing green fissures, she nods. This is something she can down.
"We will find them." The sentence is short with little room for a response as she vaults over the railing and lands on her feet with an audible thud. You are, of course, welcome to follow her as she plows through the flowering fields in roughly the right direction, especially since she clears an easy path behind her.
WILD CARD
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