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polymods ([personal profile] polymods) wrote in [community profile] polylogs2021-07-02 03:00 pm

Something in the air...

POLYMYTHOS: THE ISLE THAT BLOOMS

The Isle That Blooms


Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
This is the first isle you can smell before you see it rising on the island. It starts with the faint hint of growing things that blossoms into a floral scent that teases you with the combination of familiarity and the unknown. The next breeze seems to carry you closer even as it coats everything in a delicate wash of golden pollen that only the Ferryman seems to be able to avoid.

Do you like your lips to taste the gritty sweetness? Or are you already starting to sniffle? Either way, the island starts as a smudge then turns into a riot of color as it reveals itself.

The Isle that Blooms lives up to its name as flowers vie in a silent war of roots and strangling vines to cover every viable surface with sprays of color and vibrant pulsing life. There are signs of human life in the form of a village built on stilts and full of little anachronisms like a glowing neon sign that hint that the island sees a large number of Travelers come through this place.

And who wouldn’t be drawn to the abundant flora, brightly painted houses, and lively locals?

Everyone seems to be glowing with health as the locals gather near the dock to welcome the latest set of tourists. They come with arms full of flower wreaths and friendly smiles, clearly in control of their faculties and interested in trade. Their clothing is as bright as the paintings on their buildings, as the flowers that surround them, and perfect for the warmth of the day.

Do you notice, though, the absence of any babies or prepubescent children? Or that while there are old people, no one shows signs of the infirmities that come with age? It might be easy to miss, especially as the Isle starts to affect you, too.

The ache in your back from that terrible fall, the craving for that next drink, the trauma that’s too close to the surface, all the petty hurts the build up in a lifetime start to fade as you, too, start to bloom.

Notes:
1. NO GUNS are allowed on this island. The Ferryman will keep them safe for you.

2. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and may affect the color of your Scrywatch.

3. Any type of flower could exist on the island, blooming somewhere, regardless of its real world requirements. Rare ones are difficult to find and magical ones need a check in with the mods.

4. There is nothing preadolescent of any animal species on the entire island, including insects.

5. The island’s ability leaves people as the healthiest, most energetic version of their current selves. Examples: A blind person in otherwise good mental and emotional health would notice minimal changes. A person with a disorder would find themselves having a string of good days. A 50 year old probably hasn’t felt this good since their thirties.



Ⅱ. THE TEMPLE
Orchids in shades of yellow and pink so bright they glow have been trained to grow along the walkways and bridges of the elevated village to guide Travelers to this island’s Temple. The building stands alone at the edge of the Village, extending out in the ocean of flowers that fill most of the isle.


The temple is made of simple stout wood that has been carved and painted in patterns ornate and lovely in a way that speaks of hundreds of hours of creation and maintenance. The same orchids that guided you here gild building and act as camouflage the sleeping porches ring the outside. They are kept private and safe from insects by fine netting, and you will find the bedding soft and fine.

This Temple’s Guardians are a pair of lazing cats with strange spots and scaly wings that regard you with affectionate disinterest as you explore the facilities. There are toilets and sinks, but no baths or showers. The pantries are stocked with edible flowers and fresh fish and the space and tools to cook. If you are brave enough, the Guardians will probably give you practical advice on how to use those supplies. There are new clothes and sandals better suited to the heat, and even practical machetes.

Notes:
1. The Main Temple is still open to those who are brand new to PM.

2. There are paints and carving tools if you want to add to the temple decorations. (Maybe mention it during the Oracle Event if you do.)

3. All fabric items are ridiculously bright and vaguely tie dyed.

4. The marker orchids have a distinctly strong smell of vanilla with a hint of lime.



Ⅲ. THE LOTUS BATHS
CW: fantasy setting drugs.
There’s only so long a person can stand to be covered in pollen, and when you ask the locals, they grin. Oh, you want a bath? There’s a path back to the ground and through the tall flowers to a natural spring. Make sure to head out early, they warn.

It’s always better to be in the village before nightfall, and you are clearly going to take a while.

As you walk the winding path to the baths, the everpresent flowers seem to thin out and even disappear as ground warms and rock rises from rich soil. You can smell the mineral richness of the bright blue pools that form waterfalls over a series of rising ledges. There is life, though, even here, in the form of delicate lily pads that float in rafts around vivid lotus flowers.

If you test the water, you’ll find it’s warm enough to melt the knots out of muscles and make it easy to understand why the few bathers seem to be so languid and relaxed. If you sink all the way in, well, not only will you manage to get clean, but you might find yourself mellowing out even more. So mellow you’ll hardly notice when the pleasant hallucinations start.

You’ll find yourself drawn into visions of your most private joys and of the pleasures you keep to yourself. Maybe it’s a matter of shame or maybe it’s because they’re too precious. There’s one small problem, though. If someone else gets in the same pool, not only will they start to share the same vision, but you’ll start to see theirs too.

Will the fantasies become a nightmare or will you manage to navigate them together? Will you ever be able to look at each other the same way again?
Notes:
1. The hallucinations will end when you leave the water, but only once you and your bathing partner are both out.

2. The flowers are magical and will affect everyone, even robots or super powered people.



Ⅳ. NIGHTBLOOMING
CW: abduction, violence.
You are warned to stay in the elevated village at night. The flower fields are safe enough during the day, but things happen at night. It’s hard to imagine during the day when stingless bees that glitter in jewel colors bumble along and hummingbirds the size of chihuahuas feed from the abundant flowers while squeaking their strong opinions at each other.

But as the moon rises, and most of the flowers close, there’s rustling sounds that make it clear that there are big things moving through that growth. Things that make the hair rise up on the back of a person’s neck. It would take a big prize to make it worth finding out what makes those sounds. A big prize or a reason to face your fears.

There’s a scream in the night. You can ignore it, of course. Not everyone is meant to run towards the scream. It might not even change the color of your ScryWatch.

But if you go to the source of the sound you’ll find a mother weeping openly while other locals gather around to comfort her. It seems her teenager decided that the best way to woo their lover was with glowing flowers that only open under a full moon. The teen has been gone for hours, and the grim expressions on the people around you say his chances aren’t good.

You have a choice to make. Will you go into the dark to face the unknown dangers? Will you offer some other form of comfort? Or will you go back to hide in the safety of the Temple?

Notes:
1. The danger in the flowers consists of six foot tall nocturnal orchid mantises who have the teen pinned in a tree. They are currently singing a human language lullaby to the kid to get them to go to sleep and fall out of the tree.

2. The mantises have a hive mind and will retreat if one of their number is killed, but can also be talked to and negotiated with. They will be willing to trade a regular supply of fish for no longer hunting people.



Ⅴ. SPECIAL EVENT: THE FLOWER ORACLE
In the center of the village, there is a giant flower bud that is bigger than a man is tall. The villagers tell you that you are lucky. You will be here when the Flower Oracle blooms. You will have a chance to speak directly to the Ancient One through the Oracle, and She even answers. All it takes is a little sacrifice.

Notes:
1. During the week of July 12-18, there will be a special event post where characters can choose to interact with the Flower Oracle for a chance to be rewarded, get an answer, get silence, or get punished by the Ancient.

2. Any starter posted during this window will be honored, specifics to come.

3. This event is optional!

Bonus: music to watch the flowers bloom to.


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[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-07-02 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, I've got a few, sorry!

1 - Since it's our first move island-to-island, I was wondering how that process goes? Are characters notified the ferryman has arrived and asked to come to the docks? If they don't show up, are they coerced somehow? Or do they just magically find themselves on the boat again?

2 - Since the High Temple is accessible from every location... where do characters perceive it to be? How do they experience being barred from it?

3 - Is there anything resembling a library on this island? v important

4 - Are there any other weapons to be found besides the machetes?
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-07-02 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The description for the island seems to imply that this place sort of helps with mental trauma, am I reading that right?
what_fourth_wall: (Widdle Wade)

Deadpool | OTA

[personal profile] what_fourth_wall 2021-07-03 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
I. Revival Arrival

"AHSHIT!!!" Deadpool's sneeze probably startles you. It definitely startles whoever is nearby. One person starts to say something, perhaps to bless him or perhaps to politely inquire if his 'achoo' really did sound like an 'ahshit', but Deadpool waves the person off with a tiny hand and sneezes again. "AHSHIT!!"

It's not just his hand that is tiny, either. Deadpool is a large normal sized head on a teeny tiny body. It is...disconcerting at best...to look at him. He's like one huge bobblehead. Kyle had gotten his disembodied head to the Temple, and he'd been given space to start regenerating, but before he could finish he'd found himself here. Regrowing a whole body took some time, and it had seemed to be taking longer than usual on the last island. Or maybe he'd just been impatient. Either way, 20's health care healing factors, amirite?

"Huh. What is that I AHSHIT!!!!" He wipes at his nose with the back of a baby hand. "hurgh, sense? My healing tingles are more tingly than usual." He waggles tiny toes as if he can see them growing. "Maybe I won't be a Funko Pop for as long as usual. That'd be AHSHIT!!! nice."

He clambers up to the prow of the boat he's on and puts a little leg on it, striking a truly bizarre looking Captain Morgan pose. "AVAST, ME BUDDIES!!! LAND HOES!!!"

If any of the locals react to his red Scrywatch as they pull up to the dock, he barely notices. Instead, he's hopping off and looking up and around.

"Is it just me or am I the most childish one here?" Hey, it was a free opening, but he had to give them out occasionally at least.

III. The Lotus Bubble Baths...Wait...there aren't supposed to be bubbles...gross.

Well, he wasn't really all that grown up yet. But then, he had not waited long at all to find this place. Baths? Nudity? Telling the pollen to fuck right off? Yeah, he was totally into that. Some kind local, seeing him sneeze his giant bobble head off, had actually suggested this place; Deadpool had not even had to ask.

As far as the nudity part, well, he assumed this was a clothing optional spot. If it wasn't, other bathers were likely in for a nasty surprise. And even if it was...other bathers were in for a nasty surprise.

He lowered his tiny body into the pool and slid into a shallow part. Ahhhh...that was nice. That was good. Fuck yes, he could just feel the regeneration happening now. Hey, was that Rogue across from him? And Jenn off to his right? Siryn over there? Vanessa to his left? Crazy Inez? Shiklah? Damn, his whole rogue's gallery of crushes was right up in this pool with him.

"Heeeey ladies, I've missed you all so much. Well, except you Jenn. I just saw you. Did you enjoy the lingerie?"

And behind them, his daughters. That guy who may or may not be his father from that time he thought Loki was his father. Logan. Anyone he'd ever thought of as family.

"Welcome to Krakoa, Wade," one of the mutants said, "You have a home now. A place to belong and be accepted for who you are."

He smiled and tipped his head back.

IV. Nightbooming

At this point, Deadpool is not just a tiny body - he's a giant wrinkle. Sometime during the day, he fell asleep in the Lotus Baths and night fell. Was it the scream that woke him, or something else? Either way, he reluctantly clambers up out of the pool.

It doesn't take long to make his way back through the locker rooms, putting on his child clothing that he'd found himself in when the travel commenced to the new island. Unfortunately, he doesn't have his Tommy Gun. As hard as he'd worked to get one to travel here with, too. Stupid gun free zones. Now he was unarmed again, and heading off to where he heard the screaming and wailing.

"Glowing flowers, you say?" His aren't words of comfort, but curiosity. "Where?"

In addition to the glares, he did get a few fingers pointed in a vague direction. He starts to make his way in that direction, ostensibly to check out the flowers - but we all know that he'll end up trying to save the kid too. Well, most of us do. The wailing mother and her comforters don't, really. To them he's just some asshole who cares more about glowing flowers than a lost child.

V for Verily, Deadpool shall do the event when it occurs!

Edited 2021-07-03 00:29 (UTC)
unkindled_madness: (ping)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-07-03 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

Bladed weapons, you say? Like swords? Are there swords?
speed_of_snark: (wtf)

Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar | Marvel !616 | OTA

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2021-07-03 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
The Temple

"What d'fuck." It's a statement more than a question, uttered flatly. Arms crossed over his chest, mouth downturned in a moue of distaste, Jean-Paul stands inside the Island Temple, looking down at the clothes hung for the taking.

"So my choice is this ridiculous robe or an epileptic's tie-dye experiment? Chrisse."

He sighs and looks at one of the strange cats guarding the place. "I don't suppose you have Gucci on this island?"


The Lotus Baths

If it's remotely luxurious, Jean-Paul is there. If he must be stuck on some sort of... self help retreat or whatever this is, he's going to make the very best of the situation. The baths are undeniably pleasant, and he strips and sinks in with a pleased hum. Head tipped back, eyes closed, he stays that way as the stress held in his body gradually dissipates.

"Wake up, babe."

He opens his eyes, aware that he's still in the bath but feeling at the same time that he is in fact home in bed. Regardless, his husband is snuggled up close to him, smiling.

Jean-Paul smiles back brilliantly. "Non. I'm never getting up again. And you have to stay with me." He can just barely smell fresh coffee over the scent of the flowers. He reaches for Kyle's hand and is surprised when he can't quite seem to catch it.

Gradually what he sees will change, and the baths will seem far away and unimportant. Instead of feeling the soft, warm water there is instead the rush of air and the sensation of falling, faster and faster.

Which might be terrifying, if you're not used to it.


Nightblooming

Jean-Paul is a pretty terrible superhero. He has had to be practically blackmailed into action in the past, after all, and his temper and ego aren't particularly heroic. That said, Jean-Paul has also spent time as a teacher and guardian, and the idea of some stupid teenager out there in the dark alone with god knows what?

No. He can't allow that to happen.

He turns to whoever is closest to him and says, "Well, are you coming with me to help?"


Wildcard me, baby!
unkindled_madness: (ping)

Sephiroth | OTA

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-07-03 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival / Temple

[Anyone who came from the previous island might have noticed that Sephiroth did not get on the boat of his own free will. He just appeared there, magically, back in the plain robe and sandals they all started with. He isn't thrilled about it.

The locals do not manage to get a flower wreath around his neck-- partly because of his height and partly because he tears away the first one to get close enough and tosses it into the water. Some flower petals get caught in his hair though. How shoujo of him.

Obviously the first order of business is to escape the crowded dock and explore the village. His distaste for the bright colors and abundant flowers is clear enough, but... it does seem peaceful.

Peaceful enough that by the time he's walking through the temple, he almost feels that he could sleep there. Even if it has been
provided for him...

He has no interest in exchanging his robes for any of that bright clothing, but he will be picking up one of those machetes, weighing it in his hand like someone very used to handling a blade. It's still not a proper sword, but it's closer than a knife.]



II. Lotus Baths

[Sephiroth likes to be clean. It's as simple as that. Or, it should be.

While he's skeptical of the villagers' warnings, he does make his first trip out to the baths in daylight. Unconcerned with being seen, he ties his hair up into a loose bun (because washing that really
would make this a lengthy process), strips naked, and climbs into the water.

It's... nice. The heat of the water easing the tension from his muscles. He doesn't mean to linger, but he does.

He's actually
relaxing for once when the other man approaches--or at least, Sephiroth sees him. Tall but not quite as tall as Sephiroth, with a soldier's build and uniform, black hair and blue eyes and a friendly face. A friendly voice, too.]

Hey, Seph. How's it goin'?

[He's enough at ease that he almost accepts it. There were newcomers on the boat; let Zack be one of them. Even if that doesn't seem quite right, it's not so easy to muster a desire to banish this.]


III. Nightblooming

[You can't just tell a person that "bad things" happen at night and expect them not to be curious. Sephiroth is already on his way out of the village when he hears the scream. He alters his route to head towards it-- but only until he's near enough to see that any attacker is already gone.

He isn't interested in dealing with some sobbing woman. He leaps from the raised platform and into the flowers, intent on finding the source of her distress, and killing it. Hopefully it's a challenge.

Care to join him?]


((Interested in something else? Feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] yinza for plotting!))
Edited 2021-07-03 01:30 (UTC)
necrosaint: (097)

[personal profile] necrosaint 2021-07-03 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I have a really awkward one!

Where would the TDM fit in the timeline, for those of us who had ... really significant reunions? A little blip in reality between Carcosa and here?

Thank youuu I can't wait to write Slightly Less Brain-Injured Harrow for a bit. :)
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne / Prodigy - From Marvel Comics (Boy So Confused (Question))

David Alleyne | OTA

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-07-03 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
II. Temple - Cooking Makes Me Feel Good
All of this was, needless to say, weird. A new world, a creepy boatsman, the idea of making up for their actions to earn some ticket home or somewhere else because a higher power said so, it was all just weird. Sure, it was weird in a way that David was very familiar with, but strange didn't even begin to cut it. The atmosphere, though, was peaceful. Soothing. Like Krakoa enough for David, not twenty minutes after they made shore, to just smile and move to explore.

While the anxieties and fears were ebbing away a mild sense of euphoria washed over him, and there was really only one thing for him to do when he was this happy and at peace for himself. Which was, amusingly enough, also what he did when he he was stressed: cook.

So it was that David, clad in a shirt of two different shades of vibrant yellow with a V-neck so deep that hippies and disco loving dudes alike would approve. As for the rest of people?

Maybe they'd approve of the scent of fish steaming wrapped in large leaves and stuffed with some of the tastier fruits that had been in the cooking area. And now he was chopping up ingredients for a fruit salsa.

III. Baths - Visions of Peaceful Times
David was lucky, not having to suffer from allergies. But even he could only stand so much pollen. For him, it took three days and only three days. The man was too big into cleanliness. So the first time he went he slipped into the waters in a pool he found that was empty. The waters were so warm and soothing, so wonderful. And David closed his eyes, letting the stress slip from his body.

Moment later, it felt like he was floating. Strangely, for all of the heat around him, he had barely closed his eyes before he could feel the rush of cold air over his skin. The chill of winter bit at him in the most wonderful way, and when he opened his eyes he could see it all around him. There was no way he was in an ice rink, clad against the chill, gliding easily over the ice with the skill of the experienced.

A week later the lessons learned from his first dip in the heated waters had been forgotten enough that the overwhelming sensation of pollen. Once more he let himself sink into the warm waters, and this time the experience started with the feel of hands against his skin. No, not his skin in general, just hands reaching for his. Before him on one side a man with bright red hair and the iciest blue eyes, smiling at him with fondness and mischief. Holding the other hand a man with hair the color of pure snow and piercing green eyes that never seemed to settle on one spot.

"Welcome home, idiot," Tommy said, smiling. The other man, Damian, just nodded.

IV. Night - Missing Persons Investigations
Nothing like screaming to awaken someone. The noise pierced through the night and before David could stop himself he rolled out of sleep, dressed quickly, and rushed down to the source. It took so little time to find the source, and it broke his heart to see.

A little listening, a little explanation from the locals, and David was resolved.

"I'm going to find the kid," he said. Whether he had support or not didn't matter. "Anyone with me?"
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

Temple

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-07-03 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
The voice was what brought David from his explorations of the Temple. Live with a guy long enough and you know not only his voice, but his favored curses. And, in a lot of ways, it's a voice David hadn't heard in so long that of course he went to seek it out.

"Something tells me that Gucci isn't an option, boss," David spoke as he entered the space, smiling. He'd abandoned his robe quite readily for the vibrant clothing, happy to just not be in a robe. "And come on, you've worn way less tasteful stuff than this."
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[personal profile] necrosaint 2021-07-03 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Perfect. *thumbs up* Thank you, just wanted to be sure there wasn't an official correct way to do things!
speed_of_snark: (Smug)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2021-07-03 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Jean-Paul's face registers surprise for exactly half a second, and joy for another half. But then he's back to looking grumpy, because Jean-Paul's flavour is smug-n-sour.

"I'll thank you not to bring up Alpha's ill-advised red-and-white costume phase," Jean-Paul replied. He turned to look at David properly, a smile playing behind his eyes.

"David."
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[personal profile] everlastingchains 2021-07-03 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Temple’s Guardians are a pair of lazing cats with strange spots and scaly wings

Asking the important question.... Can we pet the weird cats?
nanban: (cocky)

Hawks | BNHA | OTA

[personal profile] nanban 2021-07-03 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
A; THE TEMPLE


Hawks isn't sure about this new island, just like he wasn't about the last one. This one sure is flashy, though? He has some Questions(tm) about the whole going between islands thing, of course. Was it resolved? Was it supposed to be? Who the hell decides when they leave and why? The Boatman hadn't answered his questions on the boat, so that was a nonstarter. Of course. (You might have heard him ask about this if you were on the boat here.)

Well, anyway, the temple seems to be a decent first stop. Catch him trying to coax a cat to come nearer. Look, they have wings, he has wings, surely they should be friends, right? The cats don't seem very interested in him, though they aren't afraid, either.

He accepts the change of clothes, settling for shorts and sandals. The tie dye clashes with the bright red colour of his wings, but he doesn't seem to mind. You can also catch him examining some fish and flowers like he might actually be considering cooking it. That might be a disaster, who knows. He holds up a fish and a flower and says, "Hey. You think these actually go together? Because I'm having serious doubts here."


B; LOTUS BATHS


The lack of baths is pretty apparent right away, and eventually, Hawks can't stand it anymore. He's sure he's not the only one. Finally, someone tells him where to go. Natural spring. Go early. Yeah, all right, he can handle that. He's got to get some of this pollen off somehow. It's dulling his feathers, okay?

He's alone when he gets to the bath, by virtue of flying there. Sorry to anyone walking who gets sprayed with pollen as he zips past. He settles into the water, glad to get that clingy pollen off. Too bad no one warned him about the hallucinations!

Most of Hawks's good memories, the ones that he holds dear, are the standard fare: there are good things about being a hero, after all, even though he didn't precisely choose this for himself. But his best ones are always fighting alongside his hero, Endeavor. Endeavor can't fly like Hawks can, but they're a good team. And once, Endeavor even told him he did good, grudgingly, in that way that the current number one hero has. The big guy isn't good at social graces at the best of times, but Hawks makes up for that by being an obnoxious extrovert.

This isn't a terribly embarrassing memory, unless it's obvious how pleased Hawks is with that little bit of praise. What a fanboy, jeez.


C; NIGHTBLOOMING


There's absolutely no choice to be made when that scream sounds. Hawks has to go, has to figure it out. That's the hero thing to do, after all. He didn't get to be number two by slacking off or not caring, no matter what the persona he projects to the world might seem like. So he's there immediately, landing near the distressed mother and figuring out where to go next. You can catch him at this stage if you like.

Or catch him in the field with the runaway teen:

All right, so he's seen some pretty weird shit in his time, but these giant freaking bugs are absolutely up there. Yuck.

He's not above squashing some bugs or whatever, but he's also not here to kill sentient beings first and ask questions later. If it comes to it and he's about to be a snack, then it would be self-defence, but he has to try other avenues first.

He has one of his long feathers in his hands when he lands to confront the bugs. He can use it like a sword, but that's probably not readily apparent.

"Hey, fellas, there's got to be some better option for a latenight meal, right? I'd rather not do this the hard way. That's wayyy too much work late at night." Despite his casual tone, he's absolutely serious and his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

Help him, hinder his progress, pick a fight with some mantises, whatever suits you here. He'll be reluctant to Do Murder.


PLACEHOLDER


[ custom starter for the event will be happening when that comes up! ]


WILDCARD;


[ Hit me with whatever you'd like! Hawks can be pretty much anywhere, and he's very personable! For plotting or custom starters hmu at [plurk.com profile] boywonder ]
helpdesk_hero: David Alleyne  / Prodigy - From Young Avengers (Default)

[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-07-03 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Damn grumpy punk. How has this island not taking that edge away?

"Oh no, we're completely talking about the red-and-white phase," David grinned as he stepped forward, offering a hand out of Jean-Paul.

"Jean-Paul. You're a sight for sore, and tired, eyes."
speed_of_snark: (aaaaand no)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2021-07-03 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Not my decision." Jean-Paul steps forward and pulls David into a brief hug before pushing him back.

"Mm, pollen everywhere, ouais. It's awful." He sighs and looks around. "It's not quite Krakoa, but I suppose we've seen a lot worse. The cats are weird."

One of the cats looks at them, yawns, and turns around to sit.
kyley_b: https://mcnuggyy.tumblr.com/ (hey)

Cookin'

[personal profile] kyley_b 2021-07-03 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Your tits are out, dude."

Which could be construed as a way of saying, 'why hello, David, pleased to see that you're here.'

Kyle inhales and wanders a little closer. "Fish? Ooh, it's like revenge against your almost-bride."
queenking: ([down] lying awake most nights)

Saxsice King | OC

[personal profile] queenking 2021-07-03 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
i. arrival

Ohhhh, this is more like it! [Saxsice all but leaps off the boat, arms held out wide as if she's about to embrace the cloud of pollen coming their way, a huge grin on her face. The powdery substance immediately coats every one of her curls and gets itself into all the nooks and crannies of her clothes and, judging by her expression, she couldn't be happier. Turning on her toes in a little circle, Saxsice tosses the nearest person a beaming look.]

This place smells so good! And it's warm!! [She bounds forward, all energy, almost knocking over an approaching person in her haste to bury her face in their armful of flowers.] Oh my god, I need to buy a bikini!

ii. the lotus baths

[Saxsice's good mood lasts right on up to when she happily sinks up to her neck in the bath. She'd tossed her clothes aside, as unconcerned with her nudity as always, stretching her legs out and letting out a long, luxurious groan. She isn't sure what it is, but ever since arriving she's felt less...twitchy. Anxious. And her old creaky bones haven't been as old and creaky (no, she isn't a million years old, she's just close to 30 and doesn't eat/sleep/live healthily). She could almost fall asleep right here...

When the hallucination comes, it's so natural that Saxsice doesn't even realize it's all in her head -- a small, sort of shabby apartment, just this side of too warm, a cheap box fan stuck in the open sliding glass door in a vain effort to get some cool air circulating. There's a dingy, threadbare couch, an old TV, rabbit ears and all, sitting on a stack of milk crates and playing some old movie that's as much static as it is picture. Saxsice herself is lounging on the couch, wearing cut-offs and an oversized t-shirt, a sweating beer can in one hand, bare feet tapping away to the music. And, curled up by her side, sound asleep, is a nine or ten-year-old boy, cuddled to her shoulder despite the heat, his hair sticking out everywhere. With her free hand, Saxsice smooths the child's hair back, an impossibly gentle, tender gesture, the look on her face one of the utmost peace--

The scented water of the baths sloshes everywhere as Saxsice (the real one, the one stuck on the damn island) lurches up and out, her face stricken. She's out, standing naked and shivering with her arms over her chest, breath rattling in and out of her chest. If anyone had seen that -- is still seeing it, still witnessing her deepest, most precious secret -- she doesn't acknowledge them. She just stands there, trembling.
]

iii. nightblooming

[You know what's a great way to not acknowledge your innermost hurts? Playing vigilante. Plus, y'know, maybe Saxsice is a little more...sympathetic to a bereaved mother as of late. Don't read too much into it.

She squares her shoulders, glancing over at another would-be rescuer and giving them a grim, serious look.
] All righty then, if we wanna go full badass, I gotta just -- one sec. Promise not to freak out. [The usual disclaimer dropped, she cracks her knuckles, rotates her shoulders and then drops forward on all fours to -- well, to transform into a bigass fluffy white wolf.

Listen, if she's gonna kill a bug hivemind, she wants to do it right. You promised not to freak out, damn it.
]
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[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-07-03 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Your inability to point out the obvious is out," David counters as he looks over his shoulder at Kyle. He offers a nod to the other. "It fits, and the colors made me smile. What more can a guy ask for."

But he was wincing when Kyle said that in particular.

"I was almost the bride, remember? Flupper was very clear about that. And it's one of the foods in ready supply here. I didn't feel like going out to seek other things."
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[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-07-03 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
The hug was welcomed, and even if it was there and gone like it always happened to be with speedsters, he was happy for it anyway. So happy.

"What, you've got allergies?" David asked, tilting his head and smirking as he moved to take the piece of clothing Jean-Paul had been looking at. "I think Kyle would say it looked good on you, if he was here. And yeah, it's not Krakoa. I'd be happier there."
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[personal profile] kyley_b 2021-07-03 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, it looks good!" Kyle himself is in a riot of greens and blues and pinks.

"True, although he called me your bride, so. Maybe that's the only word for it he knew. Or he was just super progressive." He stops nearby and sniffs again. "Smells amazing, dude. You cook, I guess?"