A-questing we will go

[thalassino]

Characters: Carol and all of you people
Location: In front of the castle that was once the Station Master's house
Time: Afternoon!
Style: Up to you lovely people!
Status: OPEN; threadjack and spam at will. Carol will be fluttering around reluctantly.

[If any Vatheonite takes the time today to take a look around the castle, they will find a very, very grumpy fairy godmother fluttering around.

Look, it's Carol, in full-costume and fluttering her wings and looking very sour indeed.]

Play along, he says. Grant wishes, he says. Ugh!

[She looks like she might snap that wand, oops. But she's also fluttering next to a crude, poorly done sign that says Quests for heroes!

...Maybe she'll give you a quest if you go talk to her?


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ooc: let's get some questing going, Vatheonites! No fairy tale is complete without a plot, right? If you have a quest in mind, you're welcome to use this log to play it out and get people in on it; just mark the subject line Title of quest | Location | Open/Closed. If you don't have an idea for a quest or would like to talk to Carol, that's perfectly fine too; just mark those threads with Castle to indicate where your characters are! She'll only be sticking around the castle, so she won't be going on any quests with you guys.]

Comments

The Quest for Magic Honey (which is totally not a secret pale date) | Forest | Closed

[aim_exorable]

[He had meant to simply contact the Helmsman and spend more time with the other, see how his new body was working for him while this curse happened, and other such things. It wasn't out of any desire to just whittle away a part of the day with the Helmsman, no.]

[...Perhaps only slightly.]

[There's just one problem: he couldn't find Equius. Why did he need to find Equius? Well...]

Sir Makara, I'm pleased you want to help, but...

[420]

Something up?

[Gamzee, on account of being Gamzee, doesn't always get subtlety. Well, actually, he rarely gets subtlety. Half of the time he doesn't even get it when people plain out say things to him.

And that is why he is still padding along Darkleer's side, his stride a little quick to keep up with his, his face cheerful and sunny as he glances up at him.]

[aim_exorable]

I wouldn't want to keep you preoccupied. I am certain there are other things you would prefer to do than deal with bees.

[He doesn't want to outright lie to the boy. He tries to keep that sort of business away from those he truly cares about.]

[420]

[Gamzee tilts his head a bit, pondering things.]

Ain't nothing what I got to be thinkin' of what I were gonna be fuckin' doing elsewise. And it ain't like I am all digging the wicked buzz here or nothing. Just wanna up and be spending time with you, da'.

[aim_exorable]

[He is a stupid big soft-hearted fool of a centaur and Gamzee seems to press all his parental buttons. Centaurs can be that, you know parents.]

Well... Very well. Have you ever had to deal with bees before?

[420]

[Centaurs are far better parents than fauns. Or his faun dad at least.]

Uh, can't all be remembering if I motherfuckin' did, but it can't be that hard, yeah?

[aim_exorable]

They do sting. I would not want you to get too injured.

[420]

That ain't no biggie.

[Come on, Darkleer. You are talking to the guy that has made 'falling onto his face' into an art form.]

[p2iioniicii2t]

Envenomation is not something to be considered... 'no biggie,' young faun.

[ The somewhat dry, hollow voice of the Tin Helmsman might hold the faintest hint of humor to it. He does not feel emotions strongly, but Gamzee is entertaining in his own way. ]