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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! ]
failassassin: (bwuh?)

346 nighttime!

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-10-22 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Turlough is astonished. How come his sheep, which he had been trying to convince to be social all day, is perfectly fine with the otter curling up to it? Clara's embarrassment is joined with his confusion, as he watches his sheep.

"I don't believe it," Turlough muttered, amazed and astounded by the scene. "I've been trying to get this dumb animal to stop sulking all day and here it is, letting your otter cuddle next to it as if they're best friends!"
teamug: (confusion)

[personal profile] teamug 2013-10-23 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Clara looks at the animals in near disbelief for a few moments, before turning a little smile up in Turlough's direction. "Better let them cuddle or whatever it is they're doing, than have a sheep sit around sulking."

She's not exactly a big fan of the whole animal...whatever these are, but she's gotten used to her little otter friend trailing along after her. It going up to the animals of others and just cuddling up to them though, that's...uncomfortable. Her head tips on the side as she goes back to observing their animal friends yet again, and she thinks that they do look cute.

"I didn't even know a sheep and an otter could cuddle. Why're they cuddling, do you think?"

What's more important here is why her otter is attempting to take hold of his sheep's hoof. That's just weird.
failassassin: (slightly snarky)

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-10-23 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Turlough frowns, furrowing his brow, looking at the sheep and otter having a grand ol' cuddle time. This has gone beyond 'strange' and into the sort of weirdly normal that he had come to expect with the Doctor.

"Well, considering how much of a wooly nightmare my sheep is, your otter is probably trying to find someplace warm to snuggle up next to," he responded with a shrug. He had decided to ignore the fact that her otter was trying to hold the sheep's hoof, because that was odd, and also he had decided to ignore the fact that his sheep was perfectly fine with it, because that was odder and he didn't entirely know what that meant. He shrugs in a sort of way that plainly implies he has no clue.

"Or perhaps they've taken a liking to each other? I honestly don't know."
teamug: (are you sure about this?)

[personal profile] teamug 2013-10-24 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Pretty sure they're just an extension of us, so saying that'd be the same as saying we've taken a liking to each other," she dryly points out, arching her eyebrows as she glances over at him. It wouldn't be the worst thing to have happen, but there isn't exactly fancying people in her forecast. So it feels a bit awkward, and even more so that she actually just pointed that out. So she shifts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I was gonna break them up, but it seems a bit rude. If I'm not going to be able to sleep, it might as well cozy up to someone and do it for me."
failassassin: (bwuh?)

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-10-24 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Aaaaand now Turlough is blushing. He hadn't figured that out yet. Awkwaaard. So what, did that mean that his sulky sheep was an extension of his own personality? He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.

"At least someone can be happy," he said, with a vague gesture towards the otter and the sheep.
teamug: (yeah okay sure why not)

[personal profile] teamug 2013-10-26 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
His reaction pulls a soft chuckle out of her, and she just gives him a gentle nudge. "Think there's plenty of room here for you to be happy too. Not like I've ever been a fan of camping out in places like this, or at all really, but it's got a certain charm to it."

Perfect for relaxing and trying to be content, in her opinion. Even with sulking sheep and otters that are entirely too touchy feely with all of the animals of the people she considers to be friends.

"Suppose we could go for a walk, see if any happiness pops up someplace. Never know what might inspire it," she suggests, using the tone she does when she tries to tempt the Doctor into doing something.
failassassin: (chilling like a villain)

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-10-27 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The tone works. Turlough shrugs slightly, as he buttons up his jacket. "I'd be fine with going for a walk. After all, I'd like to explore this place a bit more." He knew next to nothing about this place-about outside of Asgard in general. He'd take any opportunity he could get to explore.

One of the reasons why he fit in so well with the Doctor, he supposed.

"Besides, maybe if we go for a walk, it would tire us out enough so that we'd sleep well-or at least, that we'd sleep better."
teamug: (a mystery wrapped in an enigma)

[personal profile] teamug 2013-10-28 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Walks generally don't do anything but make me more energized. But you're right, maybe it'll help here. Camping uses different rules than civilization anyway, figure that might extend to sleeping too."

Really, she's just paranoid about actually falling asleep and having a nightmare where anyone and everyone could hear. So she'd much rather just stay up all night and casually wander around. Since he seems to not mind the idea of walking though, she heads off, waiting for him and allowing their cuddling animals to either stay behind or follow along.

"How long do you suppose we'll stay here?" She's beginning to wonder if this is a long term or short term arrangement. If it's a slightly longer than expected stay, she's going to really have to work on figuring out decent places to sleep.
failassassin: (oh that's how to cripple the TARDIS?)

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-10-28 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
At her question, Turlough shrugs, looking around. He has no idea how long they'd be there and really, he doesn't know how to find out.

"I'd imagine no longer than a week. Camping trips last shorter than a week, right?"
teamug: (wasn't me)

[personal profile] teamug 2013-10-29 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"No clue. I don't usually go camping. This is my first time, actually."

And so far, it's been a nice experience. But she definitely doesn't want it to lose its novelty. She needs things like running water and heat at night. "Whenever I travel with the Doctor, it's always in the TARDIS. Not exactly roughing it in there."
failassassin: (oh that's how to cripple the TARDIS?)

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-10-29 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He couldn't help but smile at the mention of the TARDIS. Clara was right-it wasn't roughing it. But it was still fun nonetheless. "You're right, it isn't roughing it. But honestly, I'd take heaters and comfy beds over being stranded in the woods any day."

Turlough paused, putting a hand to his chin in thought. "And I'd imagine that if the Doctor tried to take either of us camping, it would end up with someone being kidnapped and the Doctor fighting off whatever alien we manage to encounter."
teamug: (something awesome)

[personal profile] teamug 2013-11-03 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"We ought to go about making our own heaters and comfy beds, skip any kidnappings or weird aliens, and make the most out of the situation."

If nothing, she can be a forced optimist in situations where it calls for it. Usually she's a realist, but when staying up late and walking around out in the woods while your tea induced light animals cuddle with one another there really isn't much of any choice but to try and make things tolerable. Her eyes scan the area, and spotting some larger sticks not too far ahead she jogs over to crouch down and pick them up.

"Figure we can make our own fire, or at least improve one of the fires that's already back there. Grab a couple of blankets, try sleeping out under the stars?" Tents are overrated, really. Way too confining.
failassassin: (cheeky little smile)

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-11-03 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Turlough said, with a smile. If they were going to be stuck outside in the middle of nowhere, sleeping out under the stars sounded like a great idea. Maybe he could try to position where Asgard was based on the stars-if something like that was even possible. Turlough's astronomy wasn't exactly the best, but it would do.

"Though, I'm afraid if we're making our own fire, I won't be much help. I don't know how to do that," he said, shrugging slightly. He was a bit of a failure when it came to anything 'nature.'
teamug: (I will win)

[personal profile] teamug 2013-11-09 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it can't be that hard to figure out," she insists, sounding entirely confident that she'll be able to get a fire up and going. And maybe luck will be on her side and she'll actually accomplish the feat, but she's inwardly squirming as she attempts to figure out the best way to go about lighting a fire out here.

"Or maybe just sleeping outside without a fire will have to suffice."

Because, really, she's not sure she wants to be responsible for burning down half the forest tonight.
failassassin: (slightly snarky)

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-11-09 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a nice night," Turlough said, trying to convince himself as well as Clara. "Sleeping outside won't be too bad," he said, with a nod and a smile. After all, if neither of them knew how to make a fire...well, he was having mental images of the forest on fire and both Clara and Turlough sheepishly trying not to admit it.

Sleeping without a fire would be the safest bet.
teamug: (this is awkward)

[personal profile] teamug 2013-11-17 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. 'Cept, pretty sure that's what we're gonna say now. Then come tomorrow..." she trails off with a laugh, giving him a knowing look. At least Turlough is someone that she can complain freely with, he doesn't seem to mind her realistic expectations on things.

She glances back at their animal friends, looking in disbelief as they manage to continue to cuddle. Great. This is just great.
failassassin: (doctor what's that?)

[personal profile] failassassin 2013-11-17 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Come tomorrow, we wake up with cricks in our back and leaves in our hair and vow never to go camping again," he responded, mirroring her knowing look. The more he was considering their options, the less he liked any of them.

As Clara glanced back at the animal friends, Turlough turned also...and promptly let out a grumpy siiiigh as he saw them cuddling. "They're still at it!"