Who: Disciple and Summoner
Where: Deep in the forest up on the Island.
Style: Whichever you prefer
Status: Closed, Message us if you want in.
[A certain oliveblood can be seen toting a picnic basket through the forest. Her path takes her off the normal trails, and into the very heart of the forest, where she arrives at a small glade. Disciple makes a show of setting down the basket and pulls a blanket out from inside it. She carefully spreads it on the forest floor, and takes out the other contents of the wicker container: A box of slightly green-looking chocolate cupcakes. Setting them down, she sits on the blanket and speaks out loud to herself, easily loud enough for the local animals to hear her.]
Oh my. Here I am with these delicious cupcakes, and I seem to have packed too many for just me. I certainly hope I can find someone to share these with.
[Subtle, Disciple. Subtle.]
Who: The Disciple and Whoever
When: Throughout the Curse Week
Where: Around the bubble, or Island
Style: Whichever you prefer
[Throughout the week, those attempting to find or speak with the Disciple may have troubles. Her bedroom lies empty, her SFC discarded, sitting on a table next to her bed. The window appears to have been smashed outward, shards lying on the ground outside. There is a fair amount of olive-colored blood immediately outside the window, but it quickly stops as it trails off into the city proper; almost too quickly.]
[It seems for this curse Disciple has lost as lost her culture and regressed back to her near feral state of her first arrival. In return she has gained something of a regeneration ability, and can recover from some pretty grievous wounds. She can be found throughout the bubble, and eventually the island, once she finds her way up there. She is avoiding large crowds of people, and loud noises. Who even knows what she will or will not remember from her time in Vatheon?]
[Those who know here might know where to start looking for her, those who do not might end up stumbling upon a near-feral half-naked adult Troll as she tries to avoid the more 'busy' parts of a civilized world that is bright and confusing.]
(OOC:Feel free to encounter her wherever, and however you want. She will be all over the place. Woods, Back alleys, anywhere on the Island. The one place she will avoid above all others is the Plaza, however. Way too busy. Message me if you want to set up anything in particular)
Who: Beast Master Darkleer, Rogue Bro Strider, Bard Summoner, Cleric Disciple
When: March 16
Where Exploring new ruins
Well, Bro had expressed interest in traveling with Summoner and him during the start of the week, and with Disciple a valuable healer... Darkleer knew exactly who to contact when he and Summoner saw one of the quests on the board advertising an excavation of sorts.
Well, alright. Really, by the look of things, it couldn't really be graced with the professional title of "excavation". It was more like running into a dark cave and hoping things came out for the best.
Patting his musclebeast's broad back to soothe him- Arty doesn't like going into dark cramped caves- Darkleer looks to his companions. "I trust we're all prepared, then?" The odd tail poking out from his spine tries to curl loosely around one of Disciple's hands. Darnit, he still can't control the blasted thing.
Who: Those that were grubs, and anyone who has reason to be there.
When: Backdated to just after Curse 39 ends.
Where: Dualscar's hive.
Style: Whichever you prefer.
[The curse ends, and that means a restoration to the original form everyone had. Clothing was not part of the transformation process. Unfortunately, that meant that the two grubs sitting in a pile were now back to what they used to be... unclothed.]
(OOC: Separate threads to make this a bit easier, I would think; Or, you know, whatever works.)
Who: Disciple and all, especially those living with Dualscar
Where: Around the bubble, and eventually Dualscar's Hive
[Disciple had made a promise to Psii, and she intended to make good on it. Today she had open, so then today she would stop by to visit. She had been missing all of them, and well... might even feel brave enough to have some very certain words with Dualscar.]
[She wanted to bring something nice with her, but her own hive was a little under-supplied at the moment, so she would venture around the bubble to find what she would need. Varied enough were her stops that she could reliably be encountered throughout most of the bubble, were anyone wishing to speak with her about anything.]
[Eventually, goodies in hand, she will arrive at the front door of Dualscar's hive, and announce herself with a knock.]