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[familysucks]

Who: Michael & Aloy; Michael & Wanda; Michael & Nanaue
What: Closed prompts for the month
When: April
Where: Solvunn
Warnings: None at the moment, will add as required

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[It's just as well that he doesn't ask. Michael probably wouldn't have an answer that makes any sense to Nanaue, leading to only more questions and eventual frustration. Or maybe Nanaue would just get bored and hungry, and wander off into the woods for a snack.

Michael keeps a surreptitious eye on the shark, watching without letting on that he is until it seems he's dropped off into proper meditation again. He joins him quickly, posture a little stiffer on arrival this time, but this time Nanaue is the wondering puppy dog eyed creature he's familiar with. Michael relaxes.]

This is my special place. [Thank—well, not God, but Michael feels a general sense of relief that no one more analytical is around to laugh at that choice of words.] You need to make your own. Follow.

[He motions for Nanaue to stand and then begins to walk past him, towards the tree line. It'll be a short walk through the forest but beyond that is the blank canvas of unoccupied Horizon. Despite himself, Michael's a bit curious what he'll make.]

[nomnoms]

[ Hmmm. He won't judge (though he thinks there should be more butterflies and birds and things that move or glow).

At follow he does just that, happy and curious to see where he might be led - and, honestly, a little disappointed at first when that place is nothing. Like, a literal nothing. Just space they're standing in. He looks around, mouth open. Fixes on the Singularity in all of its glory for a moment, but can't even be bothered to ask what it is - clearly it is a rock.

Instead, he is overcome with a sudden, strange urge that has nothing to do with hunger. He glances down at his feet, wiggling his toes: beneath them all at once is warm, white sand, and a gentle surf that washes up to his ankles. He guffaws happily, picking up one foot at a time and placing them down again.

Ahead of them, a tropical ocean of clear, blue-green water expands outward - but he's still staring at his feet. ]

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[The Horizon is what you make of it, which is more creative control than anyone ever got in Heaven. Nanaue should be thankful for the empty slate.

Michael stands still and patient as a tropical beach expands outwards, though he spares a frown at his feet as the surf soaks his shoes. Still, it's a nice property for his domain to border. Maybe he should've guessed a shark would yearn for the ocean.

He looks to Nanaue, who seems entranced by the sight of his own toes.]

Not bad. Is this somewhere from home, or just something that came to mind?

they are neighbors now.... CUTE....

[nomnoms]

[ He's busy splashing in the water, first with his big feet and then with his hands, carefully swirling his arm around in the foamy surf when Michael asks that. He turns, thinking for a second. ]

Home. [ he finally says in agreement. This feels like home. Then he looks out toward the horizon in the distance. ]

Friend place no ocean. Far away. [ He's used to being away from the ocean for long periods of time. There was no ocean in the jail place either. He doesn't think about what he misses all too often, but now that he can create whatever he wants - yes. This is what comes to mind. ]

♥ unwelcome visitors will be sent next door in t-shirts printed with the word SNACK

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[Michael nods. His domain is an approximation of home, too, albeit with a few additions.]

Yes, this will certainly be quicker than a trip to the Tertiary Settlement whenever you want to see the ocean. [For someone who can't fly, anyway. It's a quick flick of the wings between Settlements for Michael.] I'll leave you to finish it as you like. If you need anything, you know how to reach me—right?

[There's doubt in the last word as Michael realizes that Nanaue may very well not have a grasp of the usual means of communication between Summoned. He's still very new. Also, he's very—Nanaue. Could he teach a shark to pray, instead? Maybe the real question is whether he should.]

[nomnoms]

[ When Michael asks if he knows how to do that, there's a pause. ]

Brain pictures...

[ And Michael will receive:

]

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[Now there's a surprise. Despite Nanaue being quite literally all smiles—it's just the way his mouth is built—it's enough to give Michael pause. He's not sure what he expected, but it wasn't that.]

Yes. Those. If you have need of me, send me... that.

[Even without words, there's no risk he'll mix him up with anyone else.]