hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Beach Episode

Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.

The sun and the sand and a drink in your hand- well, it all sounded pretty nice when you voted for the island planet, but ultimately what you're getting is a bit less glamorous.

The transition takes place instantaneously, with very little noteworthy shakeup, though those of you who are particularly in-tune with the supernatural may feel a bit dizzied or nauseated by the sudden movement. And that's exactly what it is: for those of you who are outside, the change is fairly noticeable, as in the span of a single blink, what used to be miles of desert is now rocky ocean. The city is simply in one place one moment, and then somewhere entirely new a second later.

And that somewhere new is exciting! The islands have plenty of landscape to explore and weather conditions to adjust to, fish to catch, and- wait, how do you get to the other islands? What if your friends or your home or the bar is on these other islands? Enjoy having to figure out who is where and how you're going to get by with only a small fraction of the city to work off of- hopefully those boats will come sooner rather than later...

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[Wow, okay, he cringes a little at the initial response, but considering it is Carlisle and he's doubtlessly quite stressed Lance is inclined to just brush the entire thing off even before the apology. After it, he even offers a small smile and steps a little closer, although the expression is short-lived considering the glowing eyes and just generally not-great look about Carlisle at the moment.]

It's okay, we're both pretty bedraggled, so I won't judge if you don't.

[Lance's own hair probably looks utterly ridiculous, considering it's gotten a little long and is naturally curly, and so actually even longer than it normally seems. With it all soaked it's kind of everywhere.

He wants to ask Carlisle more about how he's doing, especially since he's been meaning to for awhile now, but recognizes this may not be the best time. So, instead--]

Is there anything I can do to help with your plants?

[Lance's initial comment gets a soft smile out of Carlisle, the sheepish sort that says he's embarrassed about what just happened, but grateful for the doctor's forgiveness and willingness to quickly move past it.]

There is something you could do, actually. If you don't mind.

[He motions for Lance to join him beside what is presumably a bloodwort: the shrub stands about chest-high, the vines weighed down by both the red, bulbous fruits they bear and the rain gathering on the leaves. Carlisle kneels beside the base of the plant, pulling his hands from his gloves and pushing his sleeves past his wrists.]

See how the roots are coming up? We need to rebury them, then cover them with some of the rocks I have in that satchel I was carrying.

[He gestures to his bag, which sits over by one of the trees.]

This dirt has gotten so displaced from this move. I'd hate to lose one of these. Plant from back home and whatnot.

[Lance wanders over to join Carlisle as requested, glancing over the plant curiously but not about to touch it just yet; who knows what this thing might actually be, considering this place.

But it's quickly apparent it's harmless--or he presumes so anyway by both Carlisle's response and that he's taking off his gloves--so Lance nods, listening to the explanation.]

Sure, I can help with that.

[It seems pretty impossible to mess up. He'd go retrieve Carlisle's bag for him, but decides it's probably better to let him do it in case there's anything more private in it than some stones. So instead he decides to ask about the bloodwort.]

Does this plant have a particular use, or is it decorative?

I cannot imagine anyone would want to decorate with a bloodwort.

[Carlisle says that plainly, as though it should be obvious, but seems to realize it isn't a second later. He walks over and grabs his bag, grunting as he hefts it into his arms, saving his answer for once he's dropped the satchel equidistant between the two bloodwort shrubs.]

The fruits of the bloodwort have several alchemical properties, but they can be dreadfully messy should anything pierce the outer skin, hence the name.

People decorate with way weirder than this.

[He's seen some shit, Carlisle. But he just watches Carlisle retrieve the bag, rolling up the wet sleeves of the open button-down he's wearing over t-shirt; it had been practical enough before the rain, but now it's less so.]

That makes sense. What sort of properties?

[He kneels carefully next to one of the plants, taking a look at the roots and how much dirt they'll need to move to cover them back up.]

Mostly medicinal, though you can make quite a few poisons with them if you're crafty enough.

[Carlisle doesn't disclose whether or not he is adept in such applications, but the hint of a smile that crosses him as he kneels beside the shrub and starts pushing the roots down says it's likely.]

[Lance raises his eyebrows at the comment and the look, finding it a little amusing that Carlisle would know such a thing, but then again it's not like Lance doesn't have his own knowledge and skills that would prompt a similar reaction.]

Good to know. Any sort of medicinal purposes that are useful here?

[Because something like cancer is not exactly an issue in this place--at least not that he's aware of--but he distinctly remembers a lack of pain killers and antibiotics sometimes when they were needed.]

Probably not, unless the undead become a threat.

[He grimaces just a bit at the term undead. He knows there are some in the city; he just hopes they do not find him the way Armand did. Not all of them can be reasonable, comical skeletons, the only kind of undead he tolerates.]

Bloodworts are often used for salves, particularly those to treat wounds inflicted by the undead. Bites and scratches fester readily, spreading disease. Some infections create more mindless undead, and if not curbed, an entire village may find itself swarmed in a matter of days.

[...Huh. That's actually really useful, potentially, although he doesn't want to unnecessarily stress out Carlisle by mentioning the application he can think of. He'll just keep it in mind for if it ever becomes relevant through an event, and maybe let Drake know the option exists should anything happen.

But for now he just nods.]

Yeah, hopefully that isn't something we'd ever need here, but who knows with the events. I heard there was something a few years ago that had to do with zombies or people turning into monsters?

[Or both, but Lance wasn't here for either the zombie or wendigo events and has just mentally combined bits and pieces of what he'd heard over time.]

[Carlisle halts in his work, picking at the bandages on his arm immediately, uncontrollably - it's a nervous reaction, but a sharp one he fails to suppress.]

People have become monsters plenty of times. [He doesn't mean that quite literally, but he continues regardless, resuming his work.] And the undead have graced the city streets more than once. Individuals have been brought through the door, and the gods have sent the hordes after us. As you said, 'who knows' with their so-called 'events.'

Event Log: The Beach Episode

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