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

[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.

[tongueamok]

As she sniffs around, she'll find the barrier itself is connected to a stone curb that encircles the entire garden. The stones themselves don't seem particularly magical, or even congruous: some of them are clearly the same type of rock, while others just sort of blend together, eventually taking on their own individual properties before moving onto those of another type of stone. They weren't naturally like this, nor did they originally have glyphs carved into them, circular figures and linear patterns etched into the very face of the stone border. There's energy running through those lines and into the various symbols accompanying them, though whether or not it has to be a particular kind of energy isn't entirely clear.

Not as clear as the maker of this barrier, at least, who comes walking up to Rosie several minutes later, having finally spotted her from across the way. "Do you not get cold in that?" he asks, legitimately curious. "Or is that why you're here?"

[hasitsthorns]

It's different. Part of her wonders if this was like the type of magic that Feldspar did, back on her homeworld... He considered himself more of an alchemist though, she thinks. He was always brewing up something with an emphasis on illusions and glamours. The man always had a new look and was always looking for someone to help him test his newest creations. Rose one time ended up with a blue tongue for several days. Not that she actually minded all that much, in the end.

"My kind are impervious to cold," she says, easier than she even expected. "So tundra planet is actually super awesome for me. But I saw this while I was exploring the new place and thought I'd pop in to say hey."

[tongueamok]

"Ah," Carlisle replies, his expression softening just a bit before he responds in kind. "Hey, then."

And with that, he goes about his work as he steps around a section of shrubs that are walled off by themselves, their leaves covered in a fine, white dust.

"I will admit that, my garden aside, I had a preference for this planet of the choices the false deities gave us."

[hasitsthorns]

Well. It's certainly a step up from before, so- She'll take it. Rose seems pretty pleased with the simple greeting, honestly, and kind of trails after him as he works.

"Oh yeah? How come?"

[tongueamok]

"I have lived in a jungle before. They're sweltering. Dangerous."

That statement is followed by a nearly imperceptible shudder, one that runs the length of his neck and down his spine. He tries to ignore it and focuses on his work.

"It was not a pleasant experience."

[hasitsthorns]

Hm. Seems like there are some people that aren't so fond of jungles. Rey isn't particularly in favor of them either...

"Yeah, I can understand that. Anywhere that's not sweltering, I'm for. I mean, I figure we're gonna go there eventually but... tundra planet is a nice change of pace, really."