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fandomtownies2020-02-24 09:39 am
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Community Center Class: Tactics Pancake!!! | Monday
Nina was still a bit salty that last week had apparently not been a holiday despite evidence to the contrary.
And then there was the whole fact that there was no class next week too and, really, she'd been left squinting at her novel and going 'well, then, what's getting cut?' which was never a fun thing to do, even when trimming the fat was a good thing.
So many good ideas and characters wound up in the trash! Ugh!
But fine, fine, they'd skip the whole thing with the mermaid queen and her fetch quest. Fine. Even though, like, the fetch quest added depth and world building and—
Ugh! Unfair!
"Welcome back, compatriots!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said grandly, from where she was perched upon the Last Desk Standing in the otherwise barren-but-covered-in-chalk-drawings room. "Last time you'd escaped the sinking death trap set by Captain Marmalady and found yourself drifting at sea--------under the sea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alas and alack, your lack of direction led you into the domain of the mermaid queen and, due to your impertinences," and, like, she knew her class; they'd almost definitely been incredibly impertinent, "she has tossed you out of her realm like last week's garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Rude, queen. Rude.
Not that Nina couldn't sympathize. Besides, like, taking the nuance out of the queen's actions made Nina feel a little bit better for having to skip over the entirety of that sub-plot. Not much better, but a little.
"Now," she said, as the deserted island shimmered into existence around them, "you have no food, no boat, no hope………………… the only things you have are your wits, your skills, and the prince's ring, which still pulses eagerly when pointed in an easterly direction……………."
The island was a lush fantasy marvel of a deserted island with assorted fronds and unusual plants growing in obnoxious profusion, making travel off the beach difficult. The sand was fine and had a tendency to sing eerily.
"Now what do you do?????????????? Upon discussion, you decide to split off into two groups……….. one to follow the pulsating ring to the edge of the island and the other group to see what else there is to find…………."
[Please to be waiting for the OCD is up, up and away!]
And then there was the whole fact that there was no class next week too and, really, she'd been left squinting at her novel and going 'well, then, what's getting cut?' which was never a fun thing to do, even when trimming the fat was a good thing.
So many good ideas and characters wound up in the trash! Ugh!
But fine, fine, they'd skip the whole thing with the mermaid queen and her fetch quest. Fine. Even though, like, the fetch quest added depth and world building and—
Ugh! Unfair!
"Welcome back, compatriots!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said grandly, from where she was perched upon the Last Desk Standing in the otherwise barren-but-covered-in-chalk-drawings room. "Last time you'd escaped the sinking death trap set by Captain Marmalady and found yourself drifting at sea--------under the sea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alas and alack, your lack of direction led you into the domain of the mermaid queen and, due to your impertinences," and, like, she knew her class; they'd almost definitely been incredibly impertinent, "she has tossed you out of her realm like last week's garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Rude, queen. Rude.
Not that Nina couldn't sympathize. Besides, like, taking the nuance out of the queen's actions made Nina feel a little bit better for having to skip over the entirety of that sub-plot. Not much better, but a little.
"Now," she said, as the deserted island shimmered into existence around them, "you have no food, no boat, no hope………………… the only things you have are your wits, your skills, and the prince's ring, which still pulses eagerly when pointed in an easterly direction……………."
The island was a lush fantasy marvel of a deserted island with assorted fronds and unusual plants growing in obnoxious profusion, making travel off the beach difficult. The sand was fine and had a tendency to sing eerily.
"Now what do you do?????????????? Upon discussion, you decide to split off into two groups……….. one to follow the pulsating ring to the edge of the island and the other group to see what else there is to find…………."
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He was perfectly happy to no longer be under the sea, though. Even in an illusion. Desert island survival? He could do that. He'd even taught his own class on that!
Or, you know, took a nap while his students figured their own shit out. Same difference.
New Compatriots?
To Adventuring! On a Deserted Island!
At all!
Mingle on the Beach!
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Play with the singing sand.
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"Anyone have a breakfast-land plant foraging guide?"
Team Ringbearers!
It's quiet. Too quiet.
Not a single bird or insect can be heard and, the longer you walk, the more the sound of the ocean fades away—despite it being right there, within sight, the entire time.
Eventually you come to the end of the island where, in echoing emptiness, the ocean stretches out in front of you, eerily silent. Your voices are the only thing that make noise—not even the sound of your clothes brushing against each other, or scuffing on the ground have any impact.
The sapphire containing the ring flashes brightly, once, then twice, and then explodes into glittering molecules.
These molecules adhere to your skin and disappear.
That… probably doesn't mean anything good.
Re: Team Ringbearers!
The ocean was supposed to be loud, dammit!
Team Exploration!
Hope you're dressed for it, as the lush greenery is incredibly resistant to being explored and bugs and birds alike make their displeasure known at your impudence. More than one animal throws things at you—quite possibly those things are fecal matter—and it's a tiring, thankless task to get even a few yards away from the shore.
Until you stumble into a clearing. It's a beautiful, picturesque clearing complete with a charming bubbling brook of clean, fresh water. The perfect place to relax and catch your breath…
Until you're attacked by the undead raising up from the ground! Despite your best efforts, alas, you're taken captive…
Re: Team Exploration!
Reconvene!
Talk to Professor Argentum
OOC
Also, for the record, I enjoy the fact that with spring break Team Exploration is going to be imprisoned for two weeks… while Team Ringbearer lives in anticipation for whatever the exploding sapphire/ring did to them...