OPEN - welcome to solvunn!

[respiting]

Who: anyone in solvunn
When: october
Where: ed’s inn & tavern & fine gift shop
What: a mingle meet & greet for all new and old solvunn summoned to hang out and get to know each other!
Warnings: n/a, please mark any warnings in subject titles



[ ooc: this is an open log so please feel free to jump in and make your own top-levels! the official unofficial welcoming committee will be extending invites to as many summoned as possible, so you won’t need any cr with any character to just show up. you can also always assume you’ve heard it through word of mouth, and the locals will be happy to point your character in the right direction, too! there may be random locals that come through, looking for gifts at the gift shop but don’t worry about them. the event will start at 4pm~ and lasts until the very last guests head out or head to bed. ]



i. (don’t) exit through the gift shop ;

Welcome to Ed’s Inn & Tavern & Fine Gift Shop. You’ve likely wandered here due to that invitation in your hand, a word from a fellow Summoned, or because you were simply curious.

The inn itself is situated between the Primary and Secondary settlements, nestled in a nice plot of land with a garden out back, and a pen for the goats. There are little fairy-lights decorated along the eaves of the roof, and candles to set the cozy atmosphere. Inside, you’ll find a front desk with no one currently behind it, or sometimes a three foot tall raccoonoid standing there who will not speak with you until you ring the bell, even if he’s there, because that’s the freakin’ rule. The desk itself has nothing on it save for an empty bowl and the single bell. And afterwards, if you do ring the bell, he’ll demand (okay, ask) whether you’ll be needing a room.

In one corner of the main lobby area, just by the entry door, a small table has been set up with a seemingly random bunch of nick-nacks placed over it, under it, and to the sides of it. A single nail without an actual picture has been pierced into the plaster wall as though holding its place for something to come in the future. If asked, Rocket will explain that it’s a dumping ground for the owner’s stuff, because he’s not dead or anything, he’s just on an extended holiday. (But it can be noted that his voice sounds a little melancholic when he explains as much.)

This will be followed by a quick clearing of the throat and a not-so-subtle, ‘Hey, check out the gift shop while you’re at it. The guy who ran this place collected a lot of weird shit and it’s awesome’ before he follows you right behind. Apparently he mans this station too.

The gift shop itself is actually more of a stand, set up with all manner of odd items, some of them veering towards creepy or weird. Some items may even be haunted, but who knows? It’s all explorable at your own risk, and don’t feel pressured by time. Take as long as you need; just know that you might have to haggle to get the price that you want. Donations for items you want to take off your hands are also accepted, and there is a rather not-so-subtle ‘tip jar’, with a couple of coins already in, set on the side.

If you need any help while exploring your stay at the inn, employees Arthur Hastings and Nanaue will also be present at opportune times to aid you. (Feel free to ask Arthur about the furniture around the place; it had been built by him.)

ii. a feast for all ;

The bar and kitchens will be busy tonight. There are tables set out to encourage more mingling and less opportunity to be anti-social (though a few single tables will be left for those that insist on the wallflower life), with foodstuffs placed like a buffet. This includes a few wheels of Nero’s cheese collection cut into slices and served with preserved meats and crackers to start with, and a few pots of vegetable and meat stews for a proper dinner, courtesy of Himeka, the inn’s chef. Tifa will be at the bar, ready to serve any interested patron a drink.

There is a dart board hanging on the wall to one side, and decks of cards and dice games for when you’ve filled your share of food and want to mingle with something other than alcohol. And for the musically inclined, you’re free to request an instrument from Wanda, however … don’t be too surprised if your instrument is a little out of tune or weirdly misshapen. It’s fine, it still works…ish.

The Official Unofficial Welcoming Committee (made up of Wanda, Himeka, Rocket, and Nebula) will be making their rounds as usual, so feel free flag them down for a quick chat. And if you notice an odd looking small little cat with a white-and-ginger coat lingering around the space (usually found around Wanda or Rocket), feel free to make his acquaintance too.

Each Summoned can take a jar of preserves or jams with them as a kind of welcoming gift, and next to the pyramid of carefully placed delights is a stack of pamphlets, also free for the taking. There’s a lot of Very Important information within, as well as a few expertly crafted doodles to get you better acquainted with your new home.

iii. all in a day’s work ;

The fenced-in area of the yard is relatively neat, but there are spaces where there is clear gardening and other yard work taking place. Some of the older Summoned will say ‘the previous owner liked his flowers, you know,’ like it’s common knowledge, and while one won’t be expected to help, the invitation to pull out weeds or tend to what garden beds and pots that exist will be there.

There are other tools: pitchforks to pick at clumps of hay that the goats wandering in have spread about, shovels to push at larger rocks, watering cans for the drier-looking plants and flowers. Some stone slabs sit on the side of the inn, waiting for the walkways to be planned out and set onto the ground proper. It will come quickly, the understanding that here, in Solvunn, everyone works together to make things happen–as much is true for the Summoned in this territory, too.

Later on, as the day simmers down both in activity and temperature so the sun starts setting behind the rolling fields of Solvunn too. The brook behind the inn sounds louder now, not for its water, but for the animals that start their tunes for the night; the air is brisk and chilly, but plenty of beautiful butterflies and colorful toads can be found amidst the flowers and moist rocks, respectively. Should one not want to tempt fate and catch a cold, there is, instead, the start of preparations for a bonfire on a dry patch of grass. Stools are brought out from the inn, set around the area, and twigs, kindle, and logs need to be brought close for the fire.

And then–warmth, from the roaring fire, as cups with hot apple cider are passed around to those wanting, old and new Summoned open for conversation.

Comments

• PAMPHLET VOL. 3 •

[respiting]

rowena macleod ★ supernatural ★ the high priestess

[magike]

★ THE GIFT SHOP

( there was a lot that rowena had to be confused about currently and very few solid answers had made it her way, though her confusions were also not anything that she'd voiced to dean either. she'd been resurrected (again, she assumed), she'd been summoned to another universe and... she didn't have her magic. what rowena didn't know was that it was only temporarily unavailable to her, many other ideas swimming through her head instead.

the "welcoming" was serving as a distraction. a distraction and some more information gathering. she'd gone to the inn, ignoring the front desk to make her own exploration of the place, finding herself gravitating first to the gift shop. some of the strange collection certainly catches her eye, and even without feeling her magic it's some of the haunted objects that do that, her instinct taking her there. she studies them though knows better than to pick them up, even if her hand is poised particularly close to one )

★ FEAST FOR ALL

( though rowena had gotten a drink at the bar she hadn't lingered there, taking her drink on a little walk of the room to see what there is there.

she later heads back to the bar, getting a refill of her drink, having found one of the pamphlets. she looks to the person near her at the bar, laying the pamphlet down and gesturing to it, asking them "how much of this really happened?" even if she kind of believes it was all possible.

later in the evening when some of the games had wrapped up she'd managed to wrangle one of the packs of cards for herself, taking it (and a final drink) to an emptier table. she'd set the cards up, cleansing the game's energy from them before working her own into them, though she was not using them to play any game, but rather as a divination tool, slowly spreading nine of the cards onto the table, turning each over as she laid it down )

FEAST FOR ALL this can be a drive-by only or actual thread whichever u prefer lmao

[nomnoms]

[ As Rowena examines the pamphlets with doubts about their contents, one of pamphlets said contents ambles on by, followed by a train of what appear to be multiple fish with legs and a white furred baby seal - also bipedal. They approach the buffet table. ]

HUNGRY!

[furibund]

[ Nebula's really only there because it's the "right" thing to do. Or, more precisely, she'd get side-eyed or dragged along by another member of the Treehouse. Not that it's too difficult for some of them to do (regrettably). She's not the most social member, but she's watchful and she keeps an eye on things. Asks questions when they're directed to her - ]

[ - As they are now. Her drink is half to her lips as she glances at the pamphlet. Her mouth presses together. ]

That thing's outdated, been the same one as long as I've been around.

[ She takes a drink. ] Can't say I was there, but I've seen plenty of shit since. And the people who wrote that -

[ She jerks her head at the pamphlet and then, quieter, not quite through her teeth but she hates admitting it: ] - are trustworthy.

feast for all

[satanicpanics]

Oh, yeah. All of it. And a whole lot more, honestly?

[ He performs some real multi-tasking and frowns at the pamphlet at the same time as he takes a swig of his drink. It’s still the version he’d goaded Nero into updating months ago—maybe a year ago now? Time flies, and Nero is long dead despite still appearing on the back of the pamphlet. He doesn’t think he’ll be giving the others shit about that one, though.]

When I got here, the most shocking thing on there was the chicken-legged house.

[ And he never really heard the explanation for that one, but it must have been a minor enough occurrence in the grand scheme of things because while it’s mentioned, it’s not really a big topic. ]

But uh…you’d be surprised, this one actually needs updated pretty badly. Not bad information, just...I think they'd benefit from evolving to a handbook at this point.

Gift Shop

[smilefornow]

It's all for sale.

[Arthur seems to appear out of nowhere, looming politely in that way that only very tall, very skinny, very English people can manage. The gift shop doesn't usually get lots of interest, beyond the brief and morbid sort. He couldn't help but notice the unfamiliar woman's perusal.

Really, he ought to make some normal little woodcrafts or something to offer up. But the gift shop as is has personality! In some cases, a bit too much personality.

He leans in and lowers his voice, conspiratorially.]

But, er, between you and me...I probably wouldn't. Very dodgy histories on some of this stuff.

Feast for All - Cards

[divinityfrompain]

That's giving me divination vibes.

( Julia is there to greet everyone and just have a nice social night. She's been working hard at the orchard since it's the season for it, and she smells of apples and cider as per usual. She isn't a part of the official group but she tries to show up for each of them. There seem to be a lot of new faces this time around which is sort of a shame; for them, at least.

She can spot something witchy a mile away, although sometimes it turns out to be a false assumption. But they're in a world of magic and there's a higher chance of other witches to come through the spell, so she's eager to see if there are more. Her dark hair is plaited and she looks like a petite average human, but there is a lot of supernatural power underneath the surface. )

gift shop ;

[respiting]

[ Yeah, he sees you Rowena.

He'll allow her the space and breadth to look shit up on her own, 'cause he's got people to deal with at the front desk (how the hell did Ed run this place?) and he hates how nosy and invasive shopkeepers can be, based on his own experiences.

However, moments later he'll be standing on top of a foot-stool that's behind the counter, watching her consider fiddling around with one of the objects in particular. ]

Oh, yeah. You got somethin' pretty freakin' special with that one.

[ He sounds pretty convincing. ]

wanda maximoff • ota!

[carmesi]

(A) A FEAST FOR ALL—
and a magical worry,

( the sunshine that warms her skin feels like it is the last vestiges of the hot summer sun, and wanda knows that it's only a matter of days before they start wearing warmer furs and cloaks to stave off the cold. lately, though, she's been feeling colder than usual, tired more easily. it's a seasonal thing, she thinks, to reassure herself, and the bustle of new faces being summoned makes her thoughts stray away from herself and towards what is needed, how to cater to the crowd, how to field all their questions—

wanda sighs as she walks around the counter of the bar—tifa is not in right now, because someone she knows arrived, too—to make herself her favorite type of drink: a warm cup of tea. this way, she can steep at her own embarrassment of conjuring less-than-perfect musical instruments upon request.

she rubs at her fingers, as if she could somehow 'warm up' her magic through this act. at least the art of making tea is simple, and requires no magical prowess. clink clink, she puts the cup out to pour the hot water from the kettle, pulling her red shawl tighter over her shoulder. only then her eyes raise to look up at the person who has sat down at the bar—likely expectant of a drink. )

Tifa will be back soon. ( kettle down, back onto the hearth against the wall, she keeps her back to the person as she looks for some tea herbs. ) I don't actually work this station.

( or any station in this inn, truth be told. )

(B) ALL IN A DAY'S WORK—
because a garden needs tending,

( as the day progresses into nightfall, wanda finds herself preferring solitude. besides, one way of countering the need to take a nap (and with these many people around? what is she, a child?) is to remain active.

she steps out towards the brook with a water can, and sets it down, allowing for it to be filled up. her cat, dot, has decided to stop following rocket and is instead at her heels, now, pouncing onto whatever unknown critter in the grass, and even pausing to sniff at butterflies that are making the most of the last blossoms before autumn and winter claims them all.

she'll be seen wandering back down the path towards the fenced area, struggling with holding up the watering can. the orange cat's tail is held high as it trots in front of her, meowing loudly for the nearest person to help. )

Ignore him!

( wanda calls out, instead, because this cat she created with her own magic has a little too much personality and smarts for her liking, at times. )

He's being nosy.

(C) HEADING BACK—
try not to go alone,

( the bonfire done, most guests well underway back to their homes, or choosing to pay to stay the night (what a good day for rocket), wanda figures it's time for her to head back to the treehouse. it's late, but the candle-lit lampposts light the path, and she is certain the wagon will be making its last trek for the day to the primary settlement.

her cat guides the way, out the gate of the inn, ready to take on this nightly adventure, but wanda pauses as she sees another summoned standing by the gate. )

Thinking of heading back to the settlement? It can be dangerous at this time.

( and going alone, too.

wanda's been here a while, though. warnings don't count for her. )

B

[floeing]

[As much as Jack absolutely adores being seen and having people pay attention to him, getting used to it will take a while. A big party (with torches) definitely becomes overwhelming after a certain point, so Jack decides to leave the inn to catch some fresh air. He can hear the animals, too, and Jack is definitely curious about them - for 300 years they were his only company, and he's dying to know if he can connect with the creatures of this world as well.

The very loud meowing takes him by surprise, but it isn't unwelcome. Jack can't help laughing, feeling sympathy for the poor guy.]

I bet he wants to play! How can you deny him that?

[Sitting on top of a fence, Jack presses his hand against the wood to cover it with frost. With a big grin on his face, he proceeds to draw a mouse on it - nothing detailed but perfectly proportioned. Then he concentrates as he waves his hand, causing the little mouse to pop out of the frost in 3D. It begins running around, but its frosty feet aren't actually touching the ground.

Have fun, Dot.]

c;

[revise]

[They really need to stop meeting like this.

It's a cheap line. He'd used it in the first Alex Casey book during the second meeting between the jaded detective and the novel's requisite femme fatale. Recycling it now would qualify as some kind of narrative shorthand. A shortcut. A magician's trick. Only Wake doesn't particularly like the parallels. For one, neither the detective or the girl is a very flattering role. Two, they both die badly in the story. All things being equal, everyone's probably better off if he avoids making that connection.

Instead Wake says:]

It could be worse. At least it isn't raining.

[Standing there in the shadow of the inn's gate, Wake doesn't actually seem so committed to the idea of moving out of it just yet. But give him two minutes and he'll boil his way down to following the gut instinct that's already lodged itself in his chest. It's certain. It says that staying here in the cozy well-lit inn for the night isn't going to get him anywhere. Better take your chances on the dark, Wake.]

A! idc you're cute wanda

[furibund]

[ The introvert in her - because she is solidly an introvert - hates gatherings. She hasn't quite ducked out of talking to anyone, but she's remained her "don't talk unless spoken to" self for the most part. This is for the new arrivals, not her, and she's happy to be a wallflower. ]

[ Not that she is a wallflower really. She's answered a question here and there and now - tired of it for the moment - spotted Wanda and decided to head for the bar. The other woman greets her before she can say anything and she snorts in bitter amusement. ]

Didn't think you did. You have enough jobs.

[ It's the closest Nebula gets to teasing, but it's there. Really, she has no room to talk either. She doesn't grab a drink, but she's happy to just sit for a moment as she breathes out. ]

A lot of them this time. Think it means something?

C

[obscuris]

Does such wisdom come for free?

[ There's a lightness to his tone that suggests a jest even though his face shows nothing of it. He steps out into the light of the candles, somewhat intrigued that she picked him out so easily; though he no longer has his magic, the dark has always been a friend of his.

He hadn't been waiting for her. In fact, he had been doing his best to avoid the crush of the crowds, carrying out his daily tasks instead. Without Sleipnir such interactions are interminable; he needs information, he knows, but he is determined to find a way through that doesn't involve alcohol and card games. That he bumps into Wanda now, right as the number of people wane, the night scattering them like seeds, seems somewhat fortuitous. ]

Though I have nothing to fear from the dark.

B

[suplexer]

[ Tifa has been serving drinks for most of the evening now, and eventually she realizes that she needs to take a quick break and get some fresh air.

This "job" isn't like when she worked the food cart back in the slums, where she had to be working every second of her shift and barely even got a break except for when she was granted a brief meal. Her instinct is still to work hard, even with something as laidback as this — she wasn't even interviewed, Ed just basically hired her on the spot.

But a few other Summoned have made a point of reminding her not to overdo it, and that's how she ends up heading outside with a cup of warm cider to take a breather. Or that's the plan, at least, but then she spots Wanda approaching the gate looking a little overburdened, led by an adorable and chatty cat. ]

It's fine! [ She laughs when Wanda tries to undo the cat's insistent meow, stepping forward to unlatch the gate and hold it open for both of them. ] He's a charmer.

[ Said with the fondness of a cat person. Tifa bends her knees and stretches down her free hand, inviting Dot to come over for some pets and nuzzles if he wants. ]

Jack Frost ❄️ Rise of the Guardians ❄️ The Fool

[floeing]

[As soon as Jack's powers come back, he lets out an excited WOOHOO as he flies up in the air, ready to explore the whole area. He knows he can't fly into other territories, but at least he gets a better idea of Solvunn itself. This takes him the whole day, so for the first time since he arrived, he doesn't spend time with the kids. Even big bros need a break.

It's nighttime by the time he returns, and the pure fun energy happening in the inn immediately tingles his senses. Soon he's mingling in the crowd, perching on tables and floating around as he tries to find food that isn't too salty. The fun vibes are so strong that he even makes a round near the bonfire, keeping a respectful distance from the flames but still bouncing around people to pick up their enjoyment.

Now it's time to enjoy himself, too.]

A. Fruity Popsicles

[Since the older kids are still around for the celebration, the drinks aren't all alcoholic, which Jack is thankful for. There are plenty of jars with fresh juice, its taste rich and sweet, thanks to the wonderful local practices. Jack has shared plenty of stories with the kids, and now that his powers are back, he's ready to give back to the community with some of the promises he's made.

After filling up a bunch of glasses with all kinds of juice, he starts gathering all the spoons he can find.]

Are you using that? [He doesn't even wait for your character to reply, he just grabs the spoon and puts it inside a glass. Since he doesn't have sticks, he has to improvise, alright?

Once every juice glass has a spoon, Jack touches them one by one, freezing the juice inside to make very colorful popsicles. His grin shows how proud he is of himself as he removes them from their "mold" and offers them to whoever is nearest, although the kiddos take priority.]

If you find me some chopped fruit and sugar, we can make them even better.

B. Dart Board

[Now here's a classic! Who doesn't know darts? Jack loves the fun energy going among the players as well, chuckling at their competitive spirit. However, something strange starts happening: whenever someone (like your character maybe?) throws a dart, a light breeze starts messing with its trajectory.

A real mystery, isn't it? Except for the part in which Jack is snickering and giving his brand-new shepherd's crook a little wave whenever this happens.]

C. Dancing

[Sorry, random stranger, but Jack will stare at you with raised eyebrows, not believing what he just heard. It's not every day that someone invites him to dance, after all.]

Dance? With me? [Give him a second to process that. He looks down at his bare feet, which are leaving a trail of frost on the table he's perching on.] ...I don't think that's a good idea.

[But the spark in his eyes says he would love to.]


((none of these work for you? Hit me up on the cr meme, buttercupss, or the game server to plot something! eta: Jack's spirit biology. If your character can sense magical stuff or is observant, they're free to detect these things.))

DANCING!!

[nomnoms]

FUN DANCE!

[ Nanaue loves every party, and has tried before to get people to dance with him to varying degrees of success.

His jaw hangs open and his gaze drops to the table where the frost has formed beneath Jack's feet. Also on the table is a curious creature - a white furred baby seal, who also happens to have little legs. The smaller bipedal creature is gnawing on a candied apple.

The manshark's flat black gaze slides back up to Jack. ]

YOU MAGIC! [ Nanaue is an expert on magic! ]

dart board!

[satanicpanics]

[ It might be a mystery for someone who hasn’t been here for two years, but Solvunn is small—growing, but still small, and it’s still easier to spot newcomers than it might be elsewhere. There’s a larger bunch than usual this month, and as Eddie throws darts from his seat atop one of the tables, Jack’s snickering and the way that shepherd’s crook seems to move every time Eddie throws a dart doesn’t go unnoticed. ]

Yeah, keep laughing, dude.

[ He rolls his eyes, but there’s no heat in his tone, and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth shows that it’s all in good humor. ]

The joke’s on you, actually. Because, uh—

[ He hops down from his own perch to gesture grandly to the wall surrounding the dart board, showing off a series of little pinprick holes where it’s clear that darts have totally missed the board and stuck in the plaster instead. He grins, almost proudly. ]

This, right here? This is my work. Mostly. You’re actually kind of doing me a favor.

dart board ;

[respiting]

[ Rocket's been staying outta the dart board game for a hot minute tonight, on account of his making the rounds and being a good host, and also telling people to keep their goddamned feet off the tables 'cause people gotta eat on 'em, and he doesn't want to leave the responsibility of cleaning mud off of tabletops to Tifa alone 'cause he's nice like that.

He's standing to the side watching people flub up darts because he also finds enjoyment out of watching people messing up, except he's catching a pretty intentional pattern in the way the pointy bit keeps veering off to the side just enough to miss its target.

Huh.

A quick and surreptitious scan of the immediate vicinity gives Rocket his answers and a moment later, Jack will find a three foot (and one inch!!) tall raccoonoid standing next to him, arms crossed. ]

You know you can get arrested for messing up people's games tonight, right?

[ He sounds super serious. Like, super super serious. ]

Solvunn's got a real severe No Messing With People's Dart Board Games policy.

fruity popsicles

[suplexer]

[ Tifa's spent most of the gathering thus far behind the bar, so she's had a front-row view to most of what Jack was doing with the glasses and the fruit juice. What he's doing seems harmless enough, so she didn't see much reason to stop him or say anything until he snatches away one of her spoons. ]

I—

[ He doesn't even give her the chance to answer (maybe she needed that for drink-mixing!), but instead of reprimanding him, she's distracted by how he manages to freeze the juice in each of the glasses, then pull the popsicles free without any trouble at all.

That isn't really the sort of thing you could easily do with a Blizzard Materia. Fascinating.

She blinks and wordlessly takes one of the popsicles when he offers it, studying it for a few seconds but not yet taking a lick. ]

This wouldn't be a very good bar if I didn't have both of those things. [ Sweeter alcoholic drinks often incorporated fresh fruits or a sugar rim, so she's done her best to be well-stocked. She glances down at the frozen treat. ] You really go out of your way for them, huh?

[ A few of the kids have already collected a popsicle from Jack and are excitedly enjoying such a rare and interesting dessert. It won't be long before they're bouncing off the walls or running outside to let off all their energy, Tifa suspects. ]

Daisy Johnson | Agents of SHIELD | Strength

[morethan084]

Questions A Feast For All

[Daisy heard from a few of the Summoned in town about the hangout happening at an Inn, and she figures it’s the best shot she has at finding out more about this place without being looked at like she was sent here by the ‘Gods’. For a while, she can be found sitting at the bar eating stew and sipping on an ale while she reads over one of the pamphlets that had been set out.]

What do you know about the Singularity? Other than the fact that it’s dangerous.

[Daisy asks to whoever may be within earshot.]

[After finishing her stew, Daisy takes her mug of ale with her and heads over to the dart board and watches as someone collects all of the darts to start a new round.]

Mind if I join you?

[Most might consider this an evening to socialize, but that’s not why Daisy is here. She has more questions than answers at the moment, and she can’t say she’s a fan of that.]


All In A Day’s Work

[The chilly night air is a welcomed change from the stuffy Inn air, and while others start to gather around the bonfire that’s being built, Daisy can be found sitting by the brook. Squeezing a rock in her hand, Daisy is reminded of when she met her mother and their day together where she learned how to use her powers. Closing her eyes, Daisy feels for the frequency coming from the rock, but there’s nothing. Her body and everything around her, for the first time in what feels like forever, are absolutely still.]

Remember that feeling. It’s not something to be afraid of.

[Her mother’s voice echoes in her head, and it’s only when the breeze rolls through again that she feels the tears rolling down her cheeks. Opening her eyes she quickly wipes away the tears when she hears approaching footsteps. Tossing the rock into the water, she wipes the wet dirt off of her hand onto her pants, looking up at the person who's holding a cup of hot apple cider out for her to take.]

Oh. Thanks.

Wildcard

[Have something else in mind? Feel free to write something below or send me a message on morethan084/PM!]

dart board

[suplexer]

[ While Tifa had served Daisy a drink earlier and they had exchanged names, their introduction to each had ended there. While Tifa doesn't mind making conversation with people while she's working behind the bar, she had left Daisy to her devices with chatting up other Summoned, not wanting to get in the way of things.

Except that eventually Rocket had urged Tifa to move away from the bar and do her own socializing, to take a break and enjoy the small party for herself. It had taken some coaxing, but she's officially been relieved from her duties for the night — until someone needs her help with something, anyway. She'll certainly be circling back to clean up once the party's officially over.

For now, though, there's the dart board.

It's a small thing, but throwing darts reminds her of Seventh Heaven. She can still recall the leaderboard and all the back and forth and trash talking that happened over it. No one had been able to beat Wedge's score... until Cloud came along, anyway.

Daisy's voice jolts Tifa out of her thoughts, and she immediately turns to her with a smile and a firm nod. ]

Not at all!

[ She gestures to a narrow tray nailed into the wall under the board where extra darts are stored. ]

I know all of this is, well, a lot to take in, by the way. So if you ever need anything, please let me know.

[furibund]

[ Assumedly, Rocket at least knew her well enough to know when to let her go. She'd long since expanded her ability for polite, nice, small-talk and was on her way to do something else. Not go "home" yet, maybe, but definitely anything other than where they were. And she didn't go anywhere without the spear and dagger, at minimum, so she was well-armed for a truck in the woods. ]

[ She'd grabbed the drink to go and hadn't yet taken a sip from it when she spotted the other woman... who. Hm. Looked lost, maybe, but that wasn't quite it. Lilac eyes narrowing for a moment before she huffs out a breath, a disgruntle kind of guess I should. And made her way over. She offers the drink wordlessly and - ]

Whatever.

[ Retracts her hand quickly as the other woman takes it. ]

You just looked like you needed it more.

[ An invitation - or something of the kind. ]

alan wake ꩜ the magician

[revise]

FEAST.

He's not staying long. He'd decided it on the dirt track road when the inn has first swam up into sight. Thatched roof. Scraggly gatepost like the crooked teeth of a kid pre-orthodontics. There's somewhere he needs to be, and it isn't here.

So explain to him why he's still at the bar despite the bipedal talking racoon (and the bipedal talking shark and—), the off kilter musical instruments being played only halfway in tune, and the headache that's starting to dig its gnarled fingernails in behind his right eyeball.

Maybe it's the food keeping him put. He keeps forgetting this part until he has a spoon in his hand and realizes how hungry he is. Maybe it's the warm beer (this is a pseudo period piece; just get over yourself and call it—) ale (—you jackass). It's heavy on the tongue. As dense at the stew. Sticks to his ribs with the same tenacity. Makes him think of cheap tall boys sweating fresh out of a cooler in stickier weather, a thing he misses with sudden and frankly inexplicable sincerity. He could be jonesing for a sazerac or a paper plane. Instead, he's sitting in some dungeons and dragons paper mache prop house thinking about the teenaged allure of a PBR—something you only do if you're too drunk or just too stupid to know better.

He isn't either. But Wake doesn't feel sober either. The warm lamplight and the unhurried tenor of conversation in the room has him feeling that same sensation of being outside of his own skin. Maybe he's missed people or something.

Or maybe the bipedal talking animals have actually thrown him for a loop. Wake flips through the pamphlet for the fifth or sixth time since being handed it. He thumbs back to the cover of the accordion fold. Vulture. Pile of ashes. Would be cult leaders and foiled intentions.

"So what made this cult so different from the one running the place?"

Insensitive question to be pitching the whole room on? Probably.

BONFIRE.

The sun sets and dusk creeps in. A nip of cold air comes with the purpling daylight. The dark leans in across the inn's fence line.

In the fringe of the bonfire glow, Wake is tightening the laces of his borrowed (gifted?) boot. Left first. Right next. A runner preparing for a sprint. A climber getting ready for the ascent.

He's really not staying long, and apparently there are things that go bump in the night.

WILDCARD.
(ooc—Want something different? Feel free to hit me up with misc prompts or shoot me a PM and we can chat bespoke options. Prose is my default, but happy to flip to brackets if that's your preference.)

Feast

[morethan084]

[Daisy’s been silently taking in everything as well. Content to just people watch for now, her instincts to observe haven’t been forgotten. In fact, the last few months has only heightened that instinct. Needing to be aware of every possible escape and danger while being on the run from the SHIELD, the law, and also herself.

She glances at the man sitting two seats over from her as he flips through the pamphlet over and over again. Good. At least she isn’t the only new one here.

Gnawing on lower lip in thought, she pauses when he brings up to whoever might be within earshot, the hypocrisy. It felt obvious to her too, but she hadn’t planned on being so blunt with her questioning.]

I’ve been wondering that too.

[Daisy admits, turning on the bar stool so she’s facing him.]


[OOC: Don’t worry about matching brackets. You can stick with prose if you want!]

yuffie kisaragi 🍃final fantasy vii 🍃 the tower

[mogger]

there's only one prompt i'm sorry;

Okay, Yuffie.... go time.

[ for the keen of eye, they might notice that on top of the inn, standing dramatically on the roof, there is.... a figure! looks small, but it's hard to discern from the ground. the figure is dressed up in leather and wool with a cute little hat with ears on it! She strikes a pose. ]

Heh heh heh heh heh.....

[ if you weren't aware of her presence before, the exaggerated laughing gives it away. ]

Now that I have your attention..... [ she points!! at anyone gathered near the the inn, specifically trying to get your eyes to meet hers ] It's time you got to know me. The help summoned to fight off the disaster! [ or.... whatever. she was only half paying attention to what the man said when she arrived, kidnapped and robbed ]

Some know me as the world's greatest materia hunter! [ she produces..... something!! from her pockets with a flourish. it is not materia. it is a couple of random knick-knacks from the gift shop. like a fake glass eye, a bone bracelet, and a cursed bass tooth or something. regardless, she attempts to roll these knick-knacks up and down her arms, with mixed success ] Others, a beguiling and beautiful ninja!

[ the cursed bass tooth and the bone bracelet fall on one of the shingles of the roof, and she makes no attempt to pick them up. rip ]

But who I am really? To you, dear viewers, I reveal the truth!

[ she throws off her wool outfit, and underneath it... is just a regular solvunn outfit. someone hasn't had the opportunity to shop, probably ]

Before you stands a rare bloom. The White Rose of Wutai!

[ she's trying to jump into a pose, but those discarded gift shop items happen to be right underfoot, so, she's slipping and--- ]

Yuffie Kisara--AAAAH!

[ andddddd she has slipped and fallen off the roof. right when you think she's going to eat shit, she manages to twist around to land in a superhero landing...... except, with her landing comes a couple of unpleasant crunch noises. this is probably fine ]

[ she jumps up to her feet immediately, striking a pose and smiling --- but the kind of smile that is obviously pained. but she's keeping that pose, waiting for the praise and applause! ]

[ are you going to praise and applaud her? or will she stand in this pose forever, trying to pretend she didn't just hurt herself? ]

wildcard;

[ if this doesn't work, comment for a custom starter ]

custom scenario 1) yuffie breaks her landing with barnabas

[obscuris]

[ Accommodation was easy enough to source. The closeness—the intimacy—is the nature of such small settlements; a couple of words and Barnabas soon found himself supping with, and then bedding down with the butcher, neatly ensconced in her attic.

Of course, the nature of these small settlements being what they are, Barnabas has also found himself undertaking all manner of tasks in return for such hospitality. In this instance, the butcher had talked to the baker, who had talked to the candlestick maker, and soon Barnabas had found himself volunteered to locate the missing goat of some person or another. It is familiar, a long lost dream of a dream, a coat that no longer fits him. Familiar, but it is not welcome. Removing the butcher and taking her home for himself would have been easier, but again, the nature of small settlements. And Barnabas knows the value of patience.

All this is to say that he had been attempting to skirt the edges of the celebration that had sprung up at the local tavern, goat in tow, when he hears a loud clatter, and then a scream, and then Barnabas has mere seconds to find the source—a child?— try, and more importantly, fail to summon his blade again, before it piledrives him into the ground. ]

Child.

[ The goat, seeing its chance, escapes. ]

[aquaveiled]

feast from the kitchen

[ If there is ever an occasion to cook for others, Himeka readily volunteers. This instance is no different, especially when it overlaps with not only her desire to volunteer as part of the Unofficial Official Welcoming Committee, but her position as Head Chef of the inn. (She will forever be grateful to Ed for giving her the opportunity.)

It's important to make sure that her contributes stay well-stocked. So at times she disappears from making rounds elsewhere to slip back to her domain to prepare the next batch of treats.

Delectable smells emanate from beyond the kitchen doors, which open easily to any with curious noses. At the sound of the door opening, Himeka looks from her position at the counter deftly slicing shallots or over her shoulder from a large pot over the stove. Either way, she smiles and inclines her head. ]

Eager for seconds? Or were you looking for a little more salt?


a chilly brook

[ For as much as an extrovert as Himeka can be, she does enjoy quite moments just as well. The sound of moving water is rejuvenating, even if fresh water gently spilling over rocks is a bit different than the ebb and flow of the sea.

She sits happily down on the bank, pulling a shawl tightly over her shoulders--she likes water, yes, but isn't the biggest fan of the cold.

If someone is already there, she greets with a nod as her tail wraps lazily about her folded knees. ]

It's a lovely night, isn't it? Did you enjoy yourself?

[ If she thinks she's alone, she hums to herself as she watches a frog hop from one stone to the other. It ribbits once, looking pointedly at the water. ]

Don't hold back.

[ The frog does, wiping one of its large eyes with its food. Puffing her cheeks out for a few seconds, the frog seems to mimic her by ribbiting and holding its throat out in a large bubble. Himeka lets out an amused huff before reaching out over the water. Wiggling her fingers a bit, the water begins to glow and pools upwards against gravity towards her palm. Then with a playful flick, she sends it over to the frog who is rightfully splashed. And decompresses. ]

Cheeky, aren't we?


wildcard

[ ooc; I am open to anything I have already put up! Also I default to brackets but am happy to write prose. ]

[furibund]

[ She had probably helped Himeka some - in at least the handling of putting out dishes if only a little begrudgingly. And while she still stayed close to the edge of any room she was in, more watchful than outgoing... She tried to answer questions or give caution and for Nebula that's a step up. ]

[ Nebula would never be one to light up a room. Not like Himeka is - that's who she thinks of, anyway, and she doesn't mind. Some people are built for different things and Nebula... She's still learning what her own person means in certain ways (so far that's showed itself in unflinching determination to repair buildings and prepare others) ]

[ When others settle in and get more at home to put on shows, she thinks it's a fair enough time for her to leave the room. The spear she keeps on her waist on her mind as she moves away - thinks of catching some from the river as she sits down instead. ]

[ Listens for a while to the noises of happy chattering and music. Doesn't move at the sound of walking, because if it's a threat she has no doubt she can disperse it and if it's friendly she doubts they will talk to her. And yet they do and her breath catches into a laugh as she answers: ]

It's too many people. They're noisy.

[ A very Nebula answer as she pauses and then adds: ] ...You can see the stars well on nights like tonight.