Dome Sweet Dome

[tongueamok]

Who: Carlisle Longinmouth (tongueamok), OPEN
What: It's a log for the folks who expressed interest in Carlisle's latest gardening project! In short, he made a stupid dome of magic to protect the only two gardens he cares about, and is feeling very good about himself. Make him regret his hubris.
Where: Park
When: November 21st - early December
Warnings: Nothing yet! Heads up for anyone who has met him, but hasn't seen him in the past month: he's a lot more colorful now.


As the days without the gods add up and the city grows colder without power, there may be less and less people braving the outdoors. However, any of those who happen to wander in the vicinity of the park -- or what remains of it, as most of the trees have been removed -- might notice something odd: there are two, translucent domes covering a portion of it, their walls illuminated with a magical energy. Upon closer inspection, one can see the vague shapes of archways and leaves behind these glowing, blue barriers; they're connected to the ground via a stone curb, so any visitors might want to watch their step.

But should someone trip and fall into either dome, they'll find the walls won't keep them out -- they'll slip right through with only a tingling sensation, much like the shock of static, to accompany their passage, the magic wall remaining whole behind them. Within one dome is the memorial park, its various markers and tributes to those who have disappeared from Hadriel protected from the elements beyond the barrier; within the other is a garden, its rows of shrubs, vines, and greenery kept at a comfortable temperature within the magical ward.

And on most days, near the cottage at the center of said garden, one may find the man who conjured these domes, Carlisle Longinmouth. Sometimes, he's pruning away at the twitching, ivy-like vines of his coilers, tossing the trimmings to his pet, Rabbit. At other times, he's knelt near the barrier himself, inspecting the integrity of his magical walls. On more than one occasion, he may be over near a patch of dirt walled off with stones, within it the stalks of still-growing barley. Wherever he may be, there is one constant: he's generally not thrilled to find he has company.

Comments

[whip_poor_will]

Where most will be more inclined to seek comfort in warmth, Ravine has no need for such things. She goes where she pleases and whatever interests her, regardless of its temperature. While the shapes under the ice of the lake has been a curious subject of curiosity, she is drawn elsewhere.

Such as the nostalgic field of young barley sprouting underneath the dome. When Carlisle next inspects his work, he'll find the dark and gangly woman crouching within the field, her gloved hands ghosting through the bristles. Although her touch does not make contact, phasing through solid material for now, she somehow carries a rather similar scent to the growing grain despite not being of physical body.

She does not seem surprised by this little reminder of an old, long gone life; merely morose and inquisitive.

"At least these should survive the current clime just fine," Ravine comments, not looking to Carlisle when she speaks; but her own eyes are that familiar golden hue instead of the usual soft brown.

im so fucking sorry

[pocketspa]

Being one of the people with magic means that while Taako doesn't have unlimited run of the city, he's certainly got more distance than those who have no recourse against the cold. It's not awful out here yet, especially not for a man who considers a cape and a large hat a necessity, but thankfully he can move fairly freely to see the city put back together.

Which is how he finds this bit of magic, and absolutely, truly needs to investigate.

He looks it up and down, fingers sparking with a bit of magic as he pokes and prods at it, eventually sticking his entire hand through in his investigation. And then just his whole goddamn face, ignoring the weird shock as his face goes right through.

"Holy shit!" There he goes, just sticking his face back and forth in this thing. He doesn't even recognize Carlisle is there. He's just kinda fuckin' jazzed this is happening to him right now- hopefully he doesn't catch the point where he sticks his butt in and just his butt, but knowing the two of them, Carlisle will find the absolute worst time to look up and see who's here to antagonize him this time.

[hasitsthorns]

"What in the heck?"

Rose is no stranger to barriers, which is what she assumes this is. She's actually dressed more for the temperate climate inside the dome than outside - wearing short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top - once she realizes she can step inside.

"Huh." This would be nice around Sorrow's orchard, but considering where it is and that she recognizes some of these plants... Well, she doesn't think she'll convince the maker to extend his efforts there either. Still, she takes the opportunity to nose around and see if she can't figure out just how this is working. Her ki might be different than magic but maybe where there's a will there's a way? She wants to do all she can for her favorite spot so it doesn't die in this frigid climate.

Also, the weed. Gods save them, they need to preserve the weed.

[lemontree]

While her own small, sad garden begins to freeze, others are seemingly thriving.

"What...?" Dany raises a hand to the barrier, but doesn't dare touch it. They've just been moved again, after all, and the gods are nowhere to be seen or heard. This could be a defense of the Null, or something else entirely. The young queen exhales, breath visible in the frosty air, before she lowers her hand again. Catching sight of another figure standing not far away, she hesitates before approaching, drawing her cloak more around herself.

"Do you know what this is?" she asks, not recognizing the face, but assuming that this is far enough from one of the Null to be safe...or, safe enough.

/slides in here real real late

[writtendestiny]

[She finds her way to the park not seeking warmth, but the companionship of someone she has come to respect and might even tentatively call her friend. Carlisle is a strange and prickly individual, but Poison is strange and prickly too, and he doesn't seem to mind her being around the garden.

Poison does hesitate at the dome. She knows magic, and she knows technology, and she has seen barriers like this before and the things they can do to people who cross them. Yet... Carlisle is protective of his garden, but not to the extent of harming others with something like this. She takes a chance in touching the shimmering energy, and finds that it only tingles against her skin.

And with that, she slips through.

The relief from the cold is instant, and a soft exclamation of 'spirits' leaves her as warmth rises up through her frame like a flush. She tugs off her scarf as she walks, and she pets Rabbit when she finds him.]

Hello, Rabbit. Where's Carlisle? [She asks the nug, unfastening her coat and the jacket beneath it. From inside, two distinctly feline heads poke out.] He can't be far.