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EVENT LOG: NATURE & NURTURE

Who: EVERYONE opting out of the Gentlemen plot
What: Nature & Nurture hippie mingle log!
When: Days 345-349 ( Oct. 22-31 )
Where: an unnamed encampment outside the city of Asgard
Rating: PG-13. Pay mind that there will be mentions of magical psuedo-drug use in this log. Anything above that should be taken to a private log, please!

[ By early morning of Day 345 ( Oct. 22 ), Honir will have laid a clear and simple trail of breadcrumbs that take the form of a soft dusk-coloured light whenever you look directly upon it. Those clued into its purpose and curious minds alike are welcome to follow the path, but it will have vanished by evening of the same day, so be quick about it!

The path will lead straight through the Gate of Fire. There is a heavy line of guards here as always, and they will stop everyone that tries to pass for a simple bag check and question of intent. Following a glowing trail of light might seem like a ridiculous answer, but the guards know their ridiculous gods and will send the Travellers along with a word of warning not to head too far north, lest they accidentally stumble upon enemy land. As though acting as proof of the threat, immediately past the gate is a massive expanse of space discordant to the rest of the forestry that surrounds the city: the site of Freyr's explosion. The blast radius has since filled with various plant life now wilting with the seasons, but it is still an obvious mark of the past battle and the lingering threat. Best not to take it lightly.

Continuing northwest, the trail will take them across the river where several crude bridges were laid by the Fire Giants to reach the city. They're still intact but are nothing fancy, so be careful and move quickly. It will take about half a day to move beyond this point, making it a good place to stop and rest, as the encampment is still a ways off. The line of trees is somewhat thinner here, closer to sparsely interrupted plains of grass, but it is a quiet night beneath the faint cloud coverage.

Before dawn on Day 346 ( Oct. 24 ), a loud crack of what sounds like single stroke of thunder may wake the Travellers that are further ahead on the dimly lit path. A red streak across the sky can be seen in the direction of Muspellheim, and though these Travellers will not feel the earthquake that rattles the Holy City, those that looked close enough during that cracking sound might've seen seven small specks of light falling from the hole in the sky like shooting stars barrelling downwards. The path will become insistent, then, urging the Travellers forward to their destination with a stronger glow and a faint sense of compulsion. Clouds are rolling in and it's set to be a cold day; with luck, there will be warmth wherever the path leads.

By the time they come across the camp later the same day, they'll have come upon thick forests again with tall trees bearing fruit of all shapes and sizes. Several dozen villagers of human and elvish descent will greet them happily with welcoming smiles and offered hugs. They will provide tent space, extra blankets, and baskets to forage for food with them. Hunters can bring back game if they please, but wastefulness will not be tolerated and every piece of their catch will be put to some use. Those that gather amongst the trees might experience the fleeting sprites of the trees that are the Loljesker. They can never be seen, but they are undoubtedly there, flitting across the treetops and dropping hard-reached food to the peoples below.

The evening of Day 346, the campers will hold a modest feast for their guests, bringing out their finer meats and fruits and vegetables to honour the Travellers and their cause. They'll offer ceremonial tea, but any questions as to what it is will be met with "a blessing from the spirits of the Mother" and other such vague hippie answers. This tea is a mild hallucinogen that will have no harmful effect on the body. Ten minutes after drinking the tea, Travellers will notice a glowing spectre nearby in the shape of an animal; think spirit animal or daemon, anything that represents your character's true nature. These daemons will follow their owners around for the duration of the trip, behaving like their respective Traveller at their purest form. For example, someone that is a cookie enthusiast but restrains themselves from eating all of the cookies might have a daemon that devours all the cookies. Released inhibitions! These daemons are creatures of light and cannot be touched by anything but each other, and only the Travellers that drink the tea can see them. Drinking the tea is completely optional.

On the evening of Day 348 ( Oct. 29 ), as rainfall turns to thundering, a loud tittering will be heard coming from all across the treetops. The Loljesker heard the cries of the Travellers in Asgard, even from this great distance, and will start to urge the visiting Travellers back to their city. The natives will heed their warning as gospel and start packing the Travellers up, ushering them on the path back home. Anyone that resists will have the sprites throwing rotten fruit at them or dropping branches on their heads; this is a kindness by all means, and you do not want to see what happens when they get mean.

Honir's trail will be gone by now, but the daemons will stay with their Travellers to guide the path through the storm. It will be harder to navigate in the darkness and the rain, but the natives will have given them food, clean water, and let them keep their blankets to forge some kind of warmth. The storming will end by the next day, though the rain will keep falling, and as the Travellers cross back over the river with the Gate of Fire in sight, the daemons will dissipate into the rain like scattered beads of light. Welcome back to the city, friends. We hope you had a lovely trip. ]

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for October's opt-out event, Nature & Nurture. There is a world map here for reference of where the Travellers are going; they'll be in that last clutter of trees in the direction of Mirror Lake. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] in the title of your comment along with the date/location. Let us know if you have any questions or concerns! ]
beforethewar: (pic#6697910)

All Days | Mostly Open!

[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-22 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Early morning, Day 345 - Closed

Eight had been up early, as he usually is , when he caught sight of the trail that Aladdin had said that Honir would be setting up. And now, he's back in the house and up to his room, flopping down on the bed and shaking Charley's shoulder with an excited whisper. It's just after dawn. That should be enough sleep, right?

"Charley. Charley, wake up! C'mon, slugabed!"

The rest of Day 345 - OPEN!

This is about the most cheerful most people have seen Eight in over a month. After packing up just a light pack of things that can be easily carried, he helps Charley and Clementine pack as well.

On the road, it's good to stick in a group, and so he does. He'll keep close to his loved ones mostly, but chat to pretty much anyone who comes close until they cross the river and decide to camp for the night.

In the campsite, he does his best to be helpful with setting up the game for the night, even cooking a bit unless someone else insists. Everyone needs to refuel after such a long walk, right?

Once all has settled down for the night and he checks on Clementine before she settles in to sleep, he'll curl up with Charley and look up at the stars.

Day 346 - Open

Of course he drinks the tea. It's tea. If the Doctor, in any incarnation, refuses tea, something is terribly wrong. So, for the rest of their time in the village, all his fellow tea drinkers will find a dove flitting about from branch to branch above Eight, sometimes coming down to do some aerial acrobatics and watching the other "animals".

Day 347 - Open

After a day of rest, it's time for a day of exploration! He doesn't gather too much in the way of fruit; perhaps just a bit for a snack here and there as he studies the flora and chats with the natives about their lives outside Asgard.

This is his first recreational trip outside the city, and he's making sure to enjoy every moment.

Day 348 - Open

He wastes no time in packing up and getting everyone he can moving. Knowing their luck, the rain would only get worse if they tried waiting it out, so he insists they all get going as soon as physically possible.

Of course. Of course something would happen again as soon as they leave the city. Eight's mood is the polar opposite of what it was the days previous. He follows the faintly glowing forms of the daemons with his mouth set in a grim line and says very little unless prompted.
samantha_grey: (Yeah...)

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[personal profile] samantha_grey 2013-10-22 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Just up ahead as he worked, the familiar sight of one of the biggest rays of sunshine in Asgard's life was leaning against a tree quietly, taking notes on a pad and paper. She had in her hand a sprig of something with red berries. She pulled a berry off between thumb and forefinger, sniffing it before rubbing at the skin and sniffing again.

As he got a little nearer, she looked over at him almost languidly and nodded. "Mind the web. It worked on that for a half hour." Oh, look at that, there's a soft, white web right there, and a jumping spider seeming to smile at he and his little bird too.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-23 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"What? Oh!" He steps around the web as he approaches, wiggling his fingers in greeting at the spider.

His hand reaches out to catch a falling bit of fruit dropped by one of the sprites and peers down at her notes. "There's an incredible variety of flora in this forest, isn't there? I must admit, botany isn't one of my strong suits. Found anything interesting?"
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[personal profile] samantha_grey 2013-10-23 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
As he dipped around, the spider looked disappointed, upset even. It had worked so hard on those webs to snare pretty things, and now she was telling them to avoid it. Poo. No fun to have them warned away. Bounding about from branch to branch, it came up towards his dove with the look of a spider trying to come in close to what was usually not its safest and friendliest association. But they were spirits, not real animals. It could be friendly. It was always friendly.

She sighed and shook her head, gesturing towards the plant and focusing. "A few magical herbs out here according to them. This one reminds me of wintergreen back home, but they have something else called Fliodh," she said, gesturing to a patch with small white flowers nearby. "Mostly minor properties, but it's good to test mixes with lots of options."
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-25 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The dove, not being a normal dove, doesn't snap up the spider and make it a meal. Instead, it tilts its head from one side to the other, observing the little thing curiously. Amusingly enough, it looks a lot like the way the Doctor is now tilting his head at the plants and her notes. They're obviously both fascinated.

"Well, perhaps if you take a cutting of everything back to Asgard and plant it, you'll have a nice supply once you discover the properties of each."

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345, gdi Doctor

[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-10-23 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Charley had slept well, she must admit. After some initial blushing and awkwardness, they'd settled in with Eight's arm draped around her waist. She's pretty sure she hasn't slept so well in a few weeks at least.

Still, it's early, and she groans and pulls the blankets back up over her head when he tries to wake her up.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-23 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, now this won't do. Hm, now how to deal with a stubborn Charley?

He decides to just go for something that would probably startle her completely, yanking back the blanket and pouncing on her, nipping her shoulder.

"Charley!"
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-10-23 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Charley shrieks, completely undignified, and flails her limbs - hopefully she won't accidentally knock the Doctor onto the floor. But... well, at least she is awake?

"O-oh... oh you horrid man!" she gasps, half laughing, and chucks a pillow at his head. "What on earth did you do that for?"
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-23 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
With a yelp, Eight goes tumbling off the bed and crashes to the floor. Thankfully he manages to duck the pillow and crawls back onto the bed. Arms go around Charley again with a wide, wicked grin.

"What? It worked, didn't it?"

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ffuckoff: [static] (magic beer is cheaper beer.)

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[personal profile] ffuckoff 2013-10-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Fiona can cook! She's a hell of a cook. Well, she's efficient. She edges up next to him and elbows him away from the skillet. "How d'you like your eggs?" When she make breakfast for him, she usually gave him scrambled. About time she learns how he actually likes them.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-23 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Eight doesn't protest when Fiona nudges him aside. He's quite used to it by now, and simply settles down next to her to watch her cook.

"You know, I wouldn't mind it over easy this morning."
ffuckoff: [joke] [annoyed] (sometimes awkward triangles occur.)

[personal profile] ffuckoff 2013-10-23 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Over easy it is." She pokes at the skillet, readying the eggs. "So, one of your friends is back. Or, if this is actually a weird British cult after all, your Grand High Wizard has returned."
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-24 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
He looks at her with a brief confused look, and then understanding dawns in his eyes. "Ohhh, you mean Braxiatel? He's...a bit more than a friend. More like family. But no, we're still not a cult.

Brax has always been something of a social butterfly. How did you meet him?"

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[personal profile] becauseichooseto 2013-10-23 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Upon observing the dove doing one of its aerial acrobatics, the little cat stares, stretches and starts to preen itself. Irving is watching this with some amount of suspicion and bemusement.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-24 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
The dove flits down and nips at the cats fur, then flies just out of reach with a coo that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle. Eight grins a bit and looks up at Brax. It really is good to see him. Family has been paramount on his mind recently.

"Hello! Enjoying yourself? It's unusual to see you outside of a city."
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[personal profile] becauseichooseto 2013-10-24 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The cat bats at her back, but doesn't seem terribly concerned with actual capture, going back to her preening as soon as the dove is away.

"Well, it has happened," he remarks good-naturedly.

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[personal profile] teamug 2013-10-24 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Clara's otter is quite fascinated by his dove, finding reason after another to scurry over and sniff at and try to play with the smaller animal. Every so often it'd bring a rock or leaf over as an offering, dropping it at the bird's feet in delight. And regardless of what sort of reaction it gets, the little otter will always run in circles around the other, ending it's show of interest by hurrying over to run in circles around the Doctor as well.

Clara watches this happen a few times during the day before making her way over to him herself. She hasn't really wanted to interrupt his time with Charley, and she's been so content just sitting around with her Doctor that she hasn't had much of an opportunity yet. But now seems just the right time for a conversation, so she slips over to stand next to him, giving him a gentle nudge.

"Think a dove suits you perfectly. Don't think it stands a chance at warding off my otter though. Sorry for that."
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Re: 346

[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-24 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
The little dove is quite content to play, flitting around the otter, landing on it's head and flying off again. When the otter starts circling around the Doctor, the dove flies up to a branch to watch with interest.

Eight nudges Clara back, and looks a little surprised. "You think so?"

And again, the dove goes for a dive and flies away again, and Eight chuckles softly. "Ah, but it has wings. A bird can fly."

Maybe it's like him after all. Flying away before it can be effected.
Edited 2013-10-24 05:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] teamug 2013-10-26 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
Clara darts forward a little, head tipped so she can watch the dove fly. "Just like you, Doctor," she sounds pleased by the fact, and the smile on her face confirms that she definitely is.

"Course, it'll have to figure out the hard way that anything related to me's a bit impossible."

And sure enough, as if there's an invisible stream going right through the air, her otter seems to swim up and up. Of course, it hardly makes it very far at all before it catches sight of Clara standing next to the Doctor, and curiously makes its way back over to them instead. From a safe spot on the ground, it looks as pathetic and dejected as an animal possibly can, rolling over onto its back and staring up at the dove as if it's horrible for not keeping him company. Clara in no way thinks this relates to her desire to trail along after any version of the Doctor that might exist, desperate for him just to notice her. Nope. Not at all.

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[personal profile] madcuriosity 2013-10-27 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Being in a playful mood, Alice had snuck up behind the Doctor and suddenly covered his eyes. Her own daemon, a black kitten was staying close by Alice's ankle. She had a big grin on her face as she tried to not giggle.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-28 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
He grinned wickedly under her hands and played along. Of course you play along. It would be rude not to.

"I...seem to have gone blind!"
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[personal profile] madcuriosity 2013-10-28 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
Alice bit her lip but a giggle still squeaked out as she kept silent. She leaned in a little close.

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[personal profile] comeonthensexy 2013-10-27 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"A dove. Of course you've got a dove."

And, should the dove like, Eleven has a small giraffe that a lot of animals have thought of as an excellent perch. And Eleven? He's being grumpy mostly out of principle. He actually thinks the giraffe is pretty charming.

But a dove. Honestly!
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-10-28 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course? What does that mean?"

The dove would absolutely love another perch. It's been sitting on other spirit animals' heads all day. And so, it flits over and plops down onto the tuft of ghostly hair on the baby giraffe's head and plucks at it, preening it cheerfully.

Eight just stares at the giraffe, then back to Eleven, then to the giraffe and back to Eleven again. He really does try to keep a straight face.

"A giraffe. Huh...interesting."
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[personal profile] comeonthensexy 2013-10-28 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he can see how Eight is trying not to laugh. He scowls, would swat him if he were close enough.

"Yeah. More interesting than a dove."

So there.

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