Event Log: The Beach Episode

[hadrielmods]

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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Comments

[so_dark_a_road]

"I suppose it would be nice to get away from us. You don't seem happy sharing a city with so many human beings."

He suddenly registers her question. "You mean you don't know that already?"

Maglor and Maedhros were the ones who came for revenge. Presumably at the time, she would have recognized Maglor from when he showed up at Rage's temple to help Curufin fight her summoned demons. And he thinks it's quite likely that Maglor announced his name and intentions when he finally tracked Caedra down. An ancient tradition amongst warriors! It's considered rude to kill somebody without a formal declaration.

[abyssalarcana]

There were elves. She can't say she knows who they were. She wasn't really paying attention through all the hate and violence. She doesn't normally care to learn the names of her victims, when their lives are usually cut short so soon after. Just because she was the one cut down, in this situation, doesn't change that - or it wouldn't have, except that their names will some day help in Amamot's long-term goals, which she is always so eager to assist in.

"I know there are people from your world here. I had not realized they were related to you."

[so_dark_a_road]

"I think I must be related to every Elf in Middle-earth," he says, with wry humor. "Why should here be any different?"

[abyssalarcana]

"Why are you so self-centered that you both assume that and also that everyone else ought to automatically know it?"

The tides shift quickly. Just a moment ago, she was considering trying to suffer through keeping her end of the bargain so that he might think she usually keeps them. Now, it's looking like it won't be worth it after all. Distaste shows plainly on her face, as she tries to decide which it will be.

[so_dark_a_road]

"I was making a joke. The first thing is true, though. In my world, all Elves are related, and I'm closely related to a great many of them. But I don't expect anyone outside of my world to just know that. My world isn't the center of the multiverse."

"Do you ever find yourself making a remark about your own experience, and then realizing the other person heard it differently than you meant it?" No accusation in his tone, just curiosity. "Different experiences, different interpretations."

[abyssalarcana]

Pardon her broken sense of humor. If someone isn't suffering for her entertainment she may not ever notice the joke.

"Of course. What an idiotic question to ask," she snorts. Yeah, this is a waste of time. There are far more pleasant people to spend time with on this island if she wants a conversation. Caedra stands and brushes sand off her skirt.

[so_dark_a_road]

Different worlds, different humor!

He gives her a bright grin. "Idiocy is catching. Watch out, you might become infected with it."

He's sees she's getting ready to leave, but he has one more question for her.

"Want to take a boat ride sometime?" Maybe not the best idea in the world, proposing to spend time cooped up in a wooden boat on the open water with a demon. But the daredevil streak in him often leads him to venture risky situations; they sometimes yield unexpected benefits.

[abyssalarcana]

"Not with you," she says flatly. She's met several others with seafaring inclinations and although her conversations with them have sometimes been brief, or ended poorly, she would still prefer that to someone who she absolutely dislikes. It's not even that he and his friends - no, kin, evidently - attacked her, seeking revenge; rather that she finds him entirely unbearable and if she can't sit through a few minutes of conversation with him, being trapped on a ship is the last thing she wants. Every alternative sailing companion she can think of would be preferred.

"However," she continues, "I do hope to hear about what you find, once you do venture out." And if it turns out that he becomes the only person here capable of building a seaworthy craft? She'll just have to go back on her refusal.

[so_dark_a_road]

There's something a little bit flattering about being the target of such aversion! But Curufin is still focused, and he doesn't let himself waste time being amused.

"If that voyage happens, and I expect it will, I'll be perfectly happy to share my findings with you when I return. No reason not to."

He is still standing, and now he lifts a hand in a farewell salute, since she seems intent upon leaving. "Enjoy your wanderings upon these islands."