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Eternal Summer
✖ The Isle That Blooms
Ⅰ. ALWAYS BLOOMING, NEVER HARVEST
July flowers bring, well, August flowers.
Another month has come and gone, and you may have noticed things haven’t changed much. Everything is still beautiful. There are still no signs of babies or prepubescent children or young animals.
In fact, if you’re paying close enough attention, you may have noticed there are no fruits or grains or vegetables that have come from the constant riot of color and pollen. Only flowers, always flowers.
You still have access to the city’s temple and the baths. The High Temple’s doors are open to everyone.
Some of you may still be dealing with the unpleasant side effects of the Ancient’s now dead and gone Flower Oracle, but it should wind down before the end of the month. Or maybe you already faced your demons.
Hiding out in the Temples for the rest of the month is always an option, but be careful not to get too stagnant. It would be a shame if your ScryWatch stays stuck on the same color forever because you, too, decided to stop growing.
Ⅱ. FLOWER MARKET FESTIVAL
CW: Optional Alcohol/Drug Consumption.
You didn’t think the celebrations would be over just because the Flower Oracle came and went, did you? There’s always a new event, a new thing to do, a new way to make some benefit off the Travelers who pass in and out of the Isle looking to take something away from this place.
This month it’s the Flower Market!
During the days, stalls bloom beneath the elevated buildings and in the empty center where the Flower Oracle once stood. There are flowers, of course, in buckets, arrangements, wreaths, crowns, growing in tiny little pots, made into cakes, salsas, and snacks! Artists will find pigments, paints, inks, dyes, and papers. There are perfumes, lotions, oils, soaps, and more. Spices and herbs are abundant; you’ve certainly never seen saffron this cheap. If you haven’t gotten enough tie-dye from the temple, you’ll find beautiful batik clothing, purses, and even jewelry. Everything is bright, everything is for sale.
At night, the stalls are all folded away and instruments come out. Little stalls sell flowery alcoholic drinks and did you know or remember that cannabis is a flowering plant? The locals certainly remembered to make the edibles. Careful, though, drink or imbibe and you’ll find yourself talking about the things you need that you cannot buy. The things you are aching for.
And you won’t stop until someone acknowledges it.
Ⅲ. POISON GARDEN
CW: Poisons, narcotics, ect.
As you wander the now familiar village, you will notice a new pathway has opened at the edge of the village. It leads to an area with a high stone fence and a heavy gate. A skull and crossbones are painted on the gate in bright white paint, but there’s nothing actually stopping you from opening the gate and walking in.
Do you read the labels? How long does it take you to realize everything in the garden is toxic or poisonous? There are so many options from hemlock and oleander to aconitum and angel’s trumpet and beyond.
Welcome to a study on how not everything that's natural is good for you as you continue to wander the fractal paths. Of course, not everything that's poisonous has no purpose. By the opium poppies there’s a sign that tells you that you can choose to wander the deadly garden until it kills you or you can own up to a toxic habit or behavior that you need to deal with.
Ⅳ. FLOWERY FIELDS FOREVER
Maybe you need to get away from the fuss at the market or just want to stretch your legs, but it’s time to explore the flowering landscape around the village. The villagers have baskets waiting at each of the outbound trails with the request that you come back with the basket full in trade for the picnic lunch they provide.
Wander the rolling hills and you’ll find a surprising amount of wildlife for an island without offspring. There are hummingbirds the size of chihuahuas, tiny pollinating bats, nectar eating possums, giant stingless bees, and more butterflies than you can shake a stick at. All of them seem entirely unafraid of humans despite being wild animals. If you get bitten or pecked, it’s your own fault.
As you fill your basket, you’ll notice patterns in what blooms. All kinds of plants bloom outside of reason and season and traditional need because the land is trying to talk to you through flowers. What did you need to hear? The villagers can help you translate when you come back from your adventure.
Bonus: music to watch the flowers bloom to.
July flowers bring, well, August flowers.
Another month has come and gone, and you may have noticed things haven’t changed much. Everything is still beautiful. There are still no signs of babies or prepubescent children or young animals.
In fact, if you’re paying close enough attention, you may have noticed there are no fruits or grains or vegetables that have come from the constant riot of color and pollen. Only flowers, always flowers.
You still have access to the city’s temple and the baths. The High Temple’s doors are open to everyone.
Some of you may still be dealing with the unpleasant side effects of the Ancient’s now dead and gone Flower Oracle, but it should wind down before the end of the month. Or maybe you already faced your demons.
Hiding out in the Temples for the rest of the month is always an option, but be careful not to get too stagnant. It would be a shame if your ScryWatch stays stuck on the same color forever because you, too, decided to stop growing.
Ⅱ. FLOWER MARKET FESTIVAL
CW: Optional Alcohol/Drug Consumption.
You didn’t think the celebrations would be over just because the Flower Oracle came and went, did you? There’s always a new event, a new thing to do, a new way to make some benefit off the Travelers who pass in and out of the Isle looking to take something away from this place.
This month it’s the Flower Market!
During the days, stalls bloom beneath the elevated buildings and in the empty center where the Flower Oracle once stood. There are flowers, of course, in buckets, arrangements, wreaths, crowns, growing in tiny little pots, made into cakes, salsas, and snacks! Artists will find pigments, paints, inks, dyes, and papers. There are perfumes, lotions, oils, soaps, and more. Spices and herbs are abundant; you’ve certainly never seen saffron this cheap. If you haven’t gotten enough tie-dye from the temple, you’ll find beautiful batik clothing, purses, and even jewelry. Everything is bright, everything is for sale.At night, the stalls are all folded away and instruments come out. Little stalls sell flowery alcoholic drinks and did you know or remember that cannabis is a flowering plant? The locals certainly remembered to make the edibles. Careful, though, drink or imbibe and you’ll find yourself talking about the things you need that you cannot buy. The things you are aching for.
And you won’t stop until someone acknowledges it.
Notes:
1. If you want it and it’s made of flowers, it’s here. No drugs or alcohol during daylight hours.
2. The Temple gives a small amount of spending money daily. Save up and get fancy, or buy a little bit of everything.
3. There is a tiny group of unknown Travelers that show up for the market. They don’t seem to have access to the same network as PCs, but their watches flash green, blue, or purple. They seem to be avoiding PC Travelers and disappear into parts of the Temples that don’t seem to be open to our group yet whenever they get too close.
Ⅲ. POISON GARDEN
CW: Poisons, narcotics, ect.
As you wander the now familiar village, you will notice a new pathway has opened at the edge of the village. It leads to an area with a high stone fence and a heavy gate. A skull and crossbones are painted on the gate in bright white paint, but there’s nothing actually stopping you from opening the gate and walking in.
Do you read the labels? How long does it take you to realize everything in the garden is toxic or poisonous? There are so many options from hemlock and oleander to aconitum and angel’s trumpet and beyond.
Welcome to a study on how not everything that's natural is good for you as you continue to wander the fractal paths. Of course, not everything that's poisonous has no purpose. By the opium poppies there’s a sign that tells you that you can choose to wander the deadly garden until it kills you or you can own up to a toxic habit or behavior that you need to deal with.
Notes:
1. In theory, a character could wander forever without touching or consuming any of the poisons. For plot/fun reasons, feel free to make it a little more difficult. And remember, some of your characters can be poisoned to death.
2. Acknowledging bad habits or a need for change in an honest way is very likely to result in a shift in a ScryWatch color. Remember, the Ancient is looking for growth and improvement, not moral perfection.
3. Characters can collect poisonous or medicinal plants but will be at risk while doing so.
Ⅳ. FLOWERY FIELDS FOREVER
Maybe you need to get away from the fuss at the market or just want to stretch your legs, but it’s time to explore the flowering landscape around the village. The villagers have baskets waiting at each of the outbound trails with the request that you come back with the basket full in trade for the picnic lunch they provide.Wander the rolling hills and you’ll find a surprising amount of wildlife for an island without offspring. There are hummingbirds the size of chihuahuas, tiny pollinating bats, nectar eating possums, giant stingless bees, and more butterflies than you can shake a stick at. All of them seem entirely unafraid of humans despite being wild animals. If you get bitten or pecked, it’s your own fault.
As you fill your basket, you’ll notice patterns in what blooms. All kinds of plants bloom outside of reason and season and traditional need because the land is trying to talk to you through flowers. What did you need to hear? The villagers can help you translate when you come back from your adventure.
Notes:
1. The giant orchid mantises are still there! Thank Gideon and Harrow for negotiating a truce, so they probably won’t eat you. A mantis might even have a conversation with you if you ask nicely, (Quentin managed somehow,) and they have their own knowledge and worship of the Ancient.
2. Feel free to use any reference for plant/flower meaning. Here’s one to get started!
3. Don’t get too attached to any of the critters, they will stay here at the end of the month.
Questions, comments, concerns?
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1 - To clarify, are characters required to acknowledge a bad habit in order to find the exit again? Are they instantly lost or are they okay if they turn around again immediately?
2 - Like with previous effects, will these poisons affect characters equally regardless of any innate resistance to poison?
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Flower Oracle Death Questions
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Poison Garden Boundaries Question
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Elenore Evans - OC
During the day, Elenore alternates between staked out a tent of her own in the flower market and wandering the stalls. A month of exploring and experimenting have resulted in a variety of clothing, all dyed a reliable shade of black or grey, and a variety of weird herbal powders all carefully labeled in her very linear script. She's mostly offering trades of information or plant material as opposed to selling her products, all too aware that they will be leaving at the end of the month and there's only so much time. Even less that she'll be able to carry with her.
At night, though, she'd certainly be open to getting a drink with someone, if only to enjoy the music.
III. Poison Garden
Elenore has spent the last month split between trying to find the most interesting and useful plants on the island and trying to make them useful. Of course, she's going to take her gathering basket and open the door marked with a skull and crossbones. It's like it was practically begging her to come in.
She never even notices the garden swallowing her. Why would she possibly want to escape when the good stuff finally showed up? She's got her rubber gloves that cover her to the elbows and collection materials that vary from cloth bags to sealable bottles, and you can bet your sweet aunt Maybel that Elenore is carefully collecting materials while deliberately ignoring the fact that this appears to be someone's formal garden. It's rude and likely unethical, but she does not give one damn.
It might help if someone told her she was trapped, though.
VI. FLOWERY FIELDS FOREVER
By this point, Elenore knows how to travel in the hills. She's marked out paths of her own to get to a few very interesting plants. But this invitation by the villagers to go out and collect is new, and a little bit suspicious. Definitely not the time to head out alone. Spotting a person who looks like they're about to head out, she gets their attention.
"Hey, it's not good to go alone."
III (cw: vomiting)
Like for example.
"HUUURRRGGGGGKKKKKKKK!!!!" Deadpool sits up and projectile spews a bunch of bloody vomit everywhere.
"PTEH, PPTEH, ugh, vomit tastes so bad, ugh, I hate throwing up, ugh." He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. "Contrary to popular belief, even if you have an amazeballs healing factor, poison can still suck. It just doesn't kill you. Unfortunately. Experiment failed. And here I tried to help the Ancient One out and sentence myself to die for corrupting the youth and their accompanying friendship bracelet colors."
With a wry look he holds up a plant, then tosses it away. "There's so much that I don't know. But now I know one more thing. Hemlock suuuuucks."
CW: attempted suicide
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Flowery Fields
"Do you believe it's any more dangerous now than it was?" He's skeptical, but it's a genuine question. If someone's sighted something besides the mantises, he'd like to know.
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IV - Because Flowers
In spite of himself he couldn't resist the first response that came to his mind. Too many video games he guessed.
"I'm taking this," he said as he gestured with the basket, as if that might be a replacement for a weapon. "It'll be fine."
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VI. FLOWERY FIELDS FOREVER
"What's the fear anyway? It's a field full of flowers. Do you need an Allegra?"
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flower market
He pauses in front of Elenore's booth and flicks through a few pairs of long pants thoughtfully. It isn't too long, however, until the little vials catch his eye. He picks up one or two, reading the script and turning them over. After a time he bats his hand in her direction. It's unnecessary, since the ScryWatch will handle the translation without needing her attention, but old habits die hard.
You a doctor? It's apparent when he signs that his left hand is stiff and immobile. That, like the scar across his palm, are his gifts from the Oracle.
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"What do you want for them?"
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Jennifer Walters/(She)Hulk | Marvel 616
There is something missing in Jennifer and it has been since she visited the Flower Oracle. Her Hulk is beyond her reach, and it feels like having a part of her soul excised. It's so strange to realize the part of her that had felt too wild and dangerous and entirely too broken had become necessary to her concept of herself. Part of her is missing. Everything aches and feels more dangerous, even in the soothing environment of the Isle.
So Jennifer spends a lot more time in the Temple. Curled up in small soft places. Eating sparse meals. Avoiding the people she knows. It's why she's curled up on herself in a chair, dozing and being chased by terrible dreams. If you get close you might hear her murmur 'Bruce' like it's the name of the ghost haunting her.
Ⅱ. FLOWER MARKET FESTIVAL
There's only so long hiding in Temple Jennifer can sustain without moving. She looks pale and there are dark circles that might as well be bruises under her eyes, but her body has finally taken over a little. It's good, too, to see the bright colors and stop to fuss over the little trinkets. She picks up a purple bracelet more because she feels guilty about having money to spend than any real desire, but it's something. Enough to get her to try the perfumes.
"Nope," she says putting a bottle down quickly, covering a sneeze. "Not that one."
Wildcard
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He never could just leave people alone.
He walks over and very gently puts a hand on her shoulder, shaking her minutely.
"Ma'am?"
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Flower Market Festival
"It can be tricky to pin down your scent story," she offers with a small, warm smile.
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He keeps a careful distance in case she reacts poorly to it.
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Booker's been around enough nightmares that he knows how they look, and he crouches down in front of her, frowning. It's hard to tell, when you don't know a person well, whether you should wake them up or not.
It seems safe enough, and it's not like she can really hurt him anyhow. "Hey, Jenn..." He goes to touch her hand lightly, trying to rouse her.
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selina kyle, dc comics
TWO: the flower market festival
THREE: the poison garden
FOUR: wildcard it!
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Clearly, Selina isn't truly paying attention to who she nabs for a compliment, because he is in no way her style. But he's more than happy to play along, because if the Catwoman notices you, then you damn well stop to notice the Catwoman.
"Oh DAHLING!!!," he gushes, "It is simply to die for. The accent color matches your eyes, and it is pretty much the perfect ratio of size to your body type. Not too garishly big, and not too mostly there to show off small. There's some real practicality there, you could hold quite a few...shall we say...souvenirs." He drops her an exaggerated wink as his eyes cut to some of the valuables that passerby have in all too snatchable places on their person.
He flaps a hand. "Why, you could say it's an absolute steal!!!"
i swear this isn't a firm shutdown rofl
Pfff He deserves it!
poison garden
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Two: the flower market festival
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THREE:
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Sephiroth | OTA
[Sephiroth has little interest in the market, but the unknown Travellers are a different matter. He may not have been properly introduced to every Traveller in his cohort, but he knows he's never seen these individuals before, nor has he observed anyone sporting a blue or purple Scrywatch. Did the Ferryman bring them, midway through their time here? Is there any real meaning to be derived from their colors?
He's content to observe them at a distance, at first. But his questions really can't be answered without speaking to them, so he'll attempt to approach. Maybe it's the crowd, but that seems... strangely difficult.
When his pursuit eventually takes him to the High Temple, that in itself is also strange. All the previous month, it was hidden to him, and he thought it was something they left behind on Carcosa. Now, here it is again, as seamlessly as though it's always been here. He finds himself walking the hallways again in search of some change, but it even feels the same, like a place better left forgotten. The Isle that Blooms has slowly eased his usual tension, but he feels it coming back again, a tightness between his shoulderblades. Even so, he won't leave until he's checked every corridor.]
II. Poison Garden
[The High Temple isn't the only new area of the village. To someone who enjoys a potential challenge, the skull painted on the gate is as much of an invitation as the screams in the night when the boy went missing. Perhaps within is something more dangerous than child-eating insects.
Sephiroth is no botanist. Plants of any kind are rare enough in Midgar, and the fact that not all of these flora even exist on his Planet compounds the issue. He reads the labels per force of habit, but it takes him some time to realize what they all have in common. Well... they're only passive flowers and not malboros, so even if he's brushed past a few, it's probably fine, right?
A part of him wonders if there are any monstrous plants, somewhere, in the deeper parts of the garden? Maybe he'll keep on a little while longer, out of curiosity.]
III. In the Fields
[On the average day, Sephiroth does go out into the fields, though he ignores the offered picnic baskets; he has gathered flowers exactly once in his life, and after the completely useless answer the Oracle gave him, he isn't inclined to do it again. He would get away from the flowers entirely if he could, but failing that, he can at least get away from the crowded market and the friendly villagers.
What is he doing if not picnicking? Most of the time, training. The machete is a far cry from his beloved Masamune, but he adapts to the lighter weight in his hand as he moves through the familiar forms. By now he's procured a pair of black-dyed pants thanks to Elenore, and he's shirtless as he trains, braided hair swinging behind him. In the pauses, he might cast a contemplative glance in the direction of any visible mantises. It might be a threat, or an invitation. He wouldn't need much provocation.
On rarer occasions, you might find him sprawled out reading one of the handful of books from the pitifully small lending library. Most of them are extremely mediocre. A few of them are definitely trashy romance novels. He's getting desperate here.]
((Hoping for something else? Feel free to hit me up at
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Jean-Paul appears quite suddenly - as he usually does - and stands over Sephiroth, blocking the light as peers down at his book.]
'Recipe for Temptation'? Don't think I've read that one.
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Poison Garden
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Jean-Paul Beaubier | X-Men!616 | OTA
If there's a fancy cocktail to be had, Jean-Paul's going to be having it. Several times.
Looking somehow crisp and cosmopolitan in spite of wearing the same riotous tie-dye as everyone else on the island, he can be found at the edge of the party sipping on a drink or chewing meditatively on a cookie or a cake.
He feels good at first. The growing compulsion to talk about the hole in his heart won't overwhelm him until someone actually speaks to him.
B: Flowery Fields Forever
He's avoiding the mantises after exploding a few of them. It seems wiser.
Wearing the shortest shorts known to man, Jean-Paul moves through the fields - sometimes on the ground, sometimes through the air - looking at the flowers and animals.
The smell of honeysuckle is so thick it is nearly cloying, and eventually he wrinkles his nose at it. "It's a bit overwhelming, isn't it?" he asks whoever happens to be nearby.
C: Wildcard!
Go for it, ask for a starter, whatever you like! Catch me here or at
Wildcard - The Day That Was Coming [CW: Discussions of death, murder, hate crimes]
Today, though, it had been building. Dreams mixed with the frantic uncertainty and another visit to the hot springs. DAmn stupid visions had worn at him. So here he was, seeking Jean-Paul out. And, once he found his friend, he stood there, expression firm.
"We need to talk."
[OOC: you can feel free to decide where David tracked him down to, or when]
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CW: Discussions of violent murders, strangulation
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Carter Ghazikhanian| Marvel 616 (adult au) | OTA
Healing takes time.
As a nursing student he knows this but it doesn't make it any less annoying, his wound from his run in with the giant mantis creatures is healing up nicely but he is young and impatient and would like it to be 100%.
Now.
Please?
He recognizes his impatience and decides that this is a good opportunity to and re-balance himself, so while many of his fellow Travelers are out exploring the island Carter decides to stay near the Temple. Specifically a little spot he has found where there's a small creek and a big tree, one that gives him enough shade to sit under and meditate.
Which is what he is doing now, or would be if a tiny pollinating bat wasn't fluttering around him.
"Shooo. I'm trying to gain inner peace here...."
Ⅱ. FLOWER MARKET FESTIVAL
It would seem that this island has an endless supply of flowers, just when Carter thinks he can't see any more different types he finds himself wandering through the Market and is suddenly lost in all the colors and scents. Intoxicating and joyful, he slowly drifts about until he spots a small stand that seems to be selling jewelry. It's here that he pauses, picking out a small antique looking pendant of an apple tree branch and holds it up for inspection.
"Is this too plain and boring?" He asks himself, and whoever happens to be near by.
Ⅲ. Wildcard!
Feel free to start something random or ask me for a starter. :)
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"And here I thought you were talking to me," David observed as he moved to sit by the guy. Maybe he could distract the bat.
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Ⅱ. FLOWER MARKET FESTIVAL
awwww finally these two meet <3 yay
\0/ advanced apologies to Carter. This guy's exhausting.
Haha no apologies needed
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Chloe | Detroit: Become Human
( Chloe appears to be in her element at the market. Ambling along, she inspects the wares each stall has to offer. Quite a bit of time is spent trying to barter with some of the stall holders in attempts to learn some of their recipes, with varying degrees of success.
A luxury she does treat herself to is a few art supplies that will be easy enough to transport. And then she also has to acquire a decent sampling of the herbs and spices because who knows if the next island will hold such treasures? And then there’s getting a few soaps in a variety of heavenly, uplifting scents in case anyone might need a little pampering gift during their travels.
Something else catches her eye. Something she can’t quite resist. A flower crown. It’s not exactly the most demure design that’s on offer but she tentatively reaches for it anyway. It’s not as though she’s going to be the only one sporting such headwear anyway. Before she can overthink it so much that the flowers start to droop, Chloe hands over her money. Placing the crown on her head, she smiles a little to herself. )
Well… You might be a bit much, but you are very pretty.
⭕ FLOWERY FIELDS FOREVER
( Gathering flowers is a winner with Chloe. True, plucking the blooms out of the ground is always little sad but the islanders make such beautiful things with them. Basket tucked under her arm, she’s content to wander and enjoy the nature surrounding her. For once, she hasn’t considered the why of being asked to collect the flowers much. Given the market, replenishing stock for the islanders seems logical. Or perhaps she just has other matters on her mind.
She’s distracted soon enough by the wildlife. A cautious distance is kept but that doesn’t stop her staring with clear wonder. One of the hummingbirds flits around her. Being sure to remain in place, only her head moves to track it, the expression on her face one of delight at the creature venturing so close.
There is, however, a task to be done. As she goes to start gathering, a possum pokes its head out. Taking a step back, she shakes her head. )
Don’t worry, I can see that this is your patch. I won’t be taking anything.
⭕ WILDCARD
[ Feel like something different with Chloe? Catch me at
Flower Market
Chloe seems to be stocking up on a lot of practical items, which seems like a good plan. Spices and soap? Probably a good idea. Malcolm has picked up a notebook and some colored pens. He's contemplating an orchid, debating if he'll actually be able to keep it alive, when Chloe speaks. ]
It looks nice. Treating yourself sometimes is alright.
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David Alleyne | Marvel-616 | OTA
Sometimes the best thing a person can do is just prepare themselves for what comes next. The month of rest concept is one he is actually happy to have, even if it's strange. So each day, with the money given to them at the temple, he sets out to try and acquire some items that could be useful. Which meant it was easy to find him there, looking at paper and ink, or at soaps. But mostly (after he'd acquired a larger bag of course), David was among the spices.
"I can't even imagine what they do with all of these spices with so little to cook. Seriously, how is there not even fruit?"
All these flowers were getting to him.
2. Musical Offerings
There are those that suggest that one of the better methods of therapy is through some form of art. David didn't really know where he stood on that most of the time, even with the knowledge of many studies and papers floating around somewhere in his head. But sometimes you need to do your best just to find an option to keep your mind apart from the situation around you, and in this case, David had managed to do that by talking one performer into sharing an instrument with him.
It was a small, stringed instrument not unlike a lute, and David sat with it in his lap on the ground, just plucking skillfully at the strings. Noticing someone approaching he looks up and offers a smile.
"Got a song I can try and play for you? And if you say Wonderwall, I'm going to make very unhappy noises unless you're paying me in drinks."
3. Walks and Picnics
"This place makes literally no sense," David found himself musing as he, with a half full basket of flowers, strolled to a stop along a trail. He was currently watching a giant hummingbird and a tiny bat racing each other around to get to different flowers. One that David recognized from back home as very much suitable to springs in New York State, and something that was wholly Krakoan. Two things that shouldn't get together. That, honestly, couldn't live together at all.
"You can't grow together," he complained loudly at the flowers. How can they do this. "I swear you are giving me a heada-"
And there, several meters away, another plant that he knew if you chewed on the stems would help with a headache.
"Okay, now you're actively fucking with me."
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Perhaps they're meant for the drinks. It is not an uncommon practice.
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1. Shopping Time
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Quentin Quire | Marvel 616
"You know what would be great? A RedBull. Do any of these things contain guarana? Caffeine? Any stimulants? Downers are fine but I like to go the other way."
The vendors at this little market don't seem to be paying him a whole lot of attention. "Not much of a salesman huh? Here's a tip, these tourists come from a lot of places with commodity cultures. Do you know what that means? Goods and services. No one wants to brew their own coffee but they want they coffee. You get me?"
poison garden - ota
If there's somewhere one is not supposed to go, rest assured you can probably find Quentin there. The ominous little placard outside this grim garden makes him smile and if you've stumbled on this place along side him he's going to be a bad influence.
"Oh hell yes. This is more my speed. Do you think a grave yard? Maybe they bury their oracle here. C'mon, you're not afraid are you? It's plants! Maybe don't like eat any unknowns and you'll be fine."
flowery fields - ota
While he doesn't know a damn thing about plants really, he is observant and does have a mind for spotting patterns. When he plucks something for the sake of a little meaningless destruction and something of another colour grows blooms almost instantly in its place, he's tipped off to the communicative nature of this place.
"The fuck... That's not what this was?" he holds the the little sprig of sweet woodruff in hand as he looks scornfully at the bright magenta geranium that replaced it. He plucks another. Same thing. Turning to look at the path he's been walking its wildly pink too. He cocks an eyebrow. "What the hell. You're FLOWERS you don't HAVE a collective consciousness and I don't give enough fucks about botany to know whatever the fuck this means ok? I can't even imagine I care!"
Because yelling at plants is a cool look.
Flowery Fields
Evidently she might not be the only one with similar ideas.
"I'm not a botanist but I do know some about the language of flowers, if that might be of any help?"
Re: Flowery Fields
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cue alice cooper, cos it's Poison!
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Saxsice King | OC
[After meeting with the Oracle, Saxsice is notably more...subdued. Part of her is relieved at the confirmation, however vague, that things at home are all right without her. If you should make it through the path, had been the exact words, which only serves to solidify Saxsice's resolve to get through this and go home.
Still, she has her quiet moments, mostly at the temple, sprawled on one of the beds and staring at the ceiling -- or, more commonly, at the picture of her and her son that the Oracle had given her. It's both a comfort and a continued source of pain to gaze at the faded, beloved face, to think about the previous few weeks they'd had together before she was pulled here. She spends so much time staring, in fact, that she neglects to notice if anyone's approaching -- probably won't, in fact, unless they make their presence known.]
ii. flower market festival
[Morose brooding aside, Saxsice is still very much herself, and the siren song of late-night liquor isn't one she can resist for long. So she can also be found at one of the booths, buying up as much of the flower liqueur as her arms can carry. She's torn between two bottles, one bright blue, the other a deep crimson, holding one in each hand and looking between them.
When someone passes, she turns to them, whether they're familiar or not, and asks:] Hey, what's the difference between these two? [The bottles shapes are nearly identical, and she...can't see color that well. Help her out and she might share.]
iii. flowery fields
[The wide-open fields are also a place Saxsice spends a LOT of her time -- mostly in wolf form. The town itself isn't the best place to hang out while huge, fluffy and sharp-toothed, so she spends hours racing around in the sunshine, chasing after possums and hummingbirds. Occasionally she even catches one or two, and things get a little...messy. Sorry.
But more often she sprawls out in the sunshine, a majestic white-furred wolf in a cluster of zinnias, day lilies and columbine. No, she has no idea what they mean, and will be baffled if you tell her flowers mean anything at all. They're flowers???
She's friendly, though, and welcomes anyone approaching by wagging her tail happily.]
i because you GIRL YOU KNOW I HAD TO
There's a nasty scar that stretches across the breadth of his left hand now, but he's the one that put that there. He hadn't been shy about the bloodshed, but his punishment is something else entirely. Wrench's whole left hand is frozen, with his fingers immobile. It's a little more than a passing annoyance for a man who'd like those fingers to communicate, and it's made the time stretching into his second month in this place a little more subdued as well.
He's come back to the temple in an effort to escape the pollen in the air and maybe find something new with which to flush the slow-healing wound, but a familiar face clutching the well-loved photograph of another familiar face stops him in his tracks. Wrench takes a seat on the floor in front of Saxsice and gestures to the picture.
Is he here now?
it's the BABY!!!!
we love a King child
the best boy of all time
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Thor Odinson | MCU
Thor didn't consider himself as pompous as some of the other Asgardians, but he grew up as a Prince. This meant he was afforded certain luxuries, and there was a part of him that missed them. Perhaps it was more the symbolism of what they represented—comfort, home, familiarity—than it was the item itself.
He is going from vendor to vendor to see what offerings they might have, stocking up on some of the most exquisite oils, soaps, and lotions. Maybe a bit of self-care will have him feeling better. Knowledge of the future does a lot to one's psyche, after all.
iii. poison garden
Thor never had much of a mind for herbology back home. He gave half-hearted attempts at learning different poisons and plants that could do magnificent things, but he wanted to get out and fight. Throwing a plant at someone wasn't exactly as effective as Mjolnir.
When he finds himself wandering in a peculiar garden, he isn't paying attention to much of anything. There are a couple that he vaguely recognizes, unable to pinpoint in his memory, but nothing clicks for him in terms of the danger. Not long after, he falls to the ground, unconscious and a pale shade of green.
Even gods have vulnerabilities.
iv. flowery fields forever
Thor has to go and see the different creatures that have popped up. He's practically chomping at the bit to examine them all. He really loves the possums, and he follows them around for a long while, eventually laying in the grass to spend some quality time with them. They're amazing! He even risks petting one.
One may hear him spinning tales of old, recalling days long past. The animals aren't exactly a captive audience, but Thor makes do.
"Once, there was a rumor amongst the Vikings—they were this ancient peoples that lived on Midgard; we came down and taught them some of our ways—and they had a rumor that my brother had relations with a horse. Ridiculous tale, of course. I think. I'm pretty sure? He was so angry about it, but we could never seem to get rid of it entirely."
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Why must you bring that up?
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