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Taako Taaco ([personal profile] pocketspa) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2018-08-17 02:31 pm

[closed] (loud screaming) BOAT PARTY

Who: Taako, Lup, Barry, Kravitz, Magnus, Lance, and Nate.
What: 7 assholes, two boats, heading into the ocean for the chance to look for some buckwild stuff.
Where: Out at sea!
When: The entirety of the voyage; August 13th-September 3rd.
Warnings: Idk PG-13 levels of shirtlessness, curse words, maybe somebody ends up overboard at some point. Should be cool.

This is a catch all for the boat party for this group! Make top-levels for threads within this time and go friggin' wild. For convenience, I've provided 3 toplevel headers as general timeline assistance; as far as events of the voyage go, it'll basically be:

Week One: (August 13th-19th) Leaving the city and traveling to the fragment!
Week Two: (August 20th-26th) Still traveling, picking up whatever they find somewhere in here, since it's about the middle.
Week Three: (August 27th- Sept 3rd) Traveling and arriving home!

Feel free not to use exact dates, I sure don't care, this is just to help figure out if things happened before other things, OTHERWISE GO WILD
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[personal profile] restinglichface 2018-11-04 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lup's experience with magical thralls has always been from far away, reading reports of the thousands dead by the hand of her relic or seeing the devastation after the fact, the smoldering remains of whole cities with the surrounding air thick with smoke. So this is new, even more so to experience it for herself, how the whispering curled around her every thought, so gently and so subtly, she'd barely even been aware of it.

That's somehow worse than the violent possession she'd thought it would be.

But Barry's right there, keeping her anchored to him, pulling Lup more and more into herself as the artifact's influence fades. And he looks so panicked, relieved that she's back with him, but Lup can see the toll it put him through. Like she hasn't put him through enough lately.]


Sorry. [It's a murmur, a barely there mumble under her breath, but that makes it no less significant and sincere. She means it.]

Yeah, you're probs right. Just. [her mouth feels dry at the thought] Just gotta put it away. [teeth bite down on her bottom lip, eyes darting down to the artifact wearily.] Just gotta pick it up and lock it up. That's all.

[No part of that seems at all easy to her right now, not after that.] Easy.