Use this header for kayaking scenes. You kids deserve something nice. :)
VOLUNTEER SLOTS Jooper Scooper has some difficulty with their kayak. Okay, a lot of difficulty. They flip their boat over, but are thankfully quickly rescued by Merlin Pletcher.
Shoal the Siren greets Howdy Stoppelbein with a wave and a coy wink as they boat past her. She acts as though she’s about to start singing, then laughs, instead. Man, what a dick.
Over the singing of birds (and Mr. Trullinger), [CHARACTER D] hears something strange, a rushing sound like a hundred pebbles rolled down a hill. Clink, clink, plat, thunk, the sound echoing across the lake. Turning their head this way and that, they finally find the source, a pocket of shadow on the far shore where there shouldn’t be.
Although the teacher chaperones try to herd everyone away and get on with their return trip home, Uriah Hatfield sneaks off to go investigate, curious about the sound and the strange shadows. Ms. Min paddles after, and soon almost everyone is in tow to investigate, though some students may fall back as they draw closer. A horrible, misplaced feeling settles over the water the nearer they come to shore. A feeling of wrongness and unbelonging that grows and grows until the first kayaks reach the pebble beach. Uriah fights the feeling to climb from their boat and step into the unnatural shade, where they find something strange.
A person. Sort of. A young man with a face that’s not quite right, though it’s hard to say how. His eyes glint like the eyes of a predator — shining yellow-green when they catch the faint light, but fear, unmistakable, is written across his features. The young man is injured, bleeding thick gray ichor that smells strangely of unsweetened chocolate. The feeling of wrongness spikes so high Uriah thinks they might be sick, but then it abruptly subsides to a slight discomfort in the pit of their stomach.
The three teachers and more students crowd into the shade.
“It’s one of the beings from the Paw Paw reserve,” Mr. Trullinger blurts.
“Shit, you mean, it’s one of them things from the…” Mr. Youngblood chimes in, as though correcting Mr. Trullinger, but his voice trails off, like, actually, he can’t remember what it was he was going to say. “Uh...y’know.” He squints hard, through a headache, then eventually mumbles, “Gatekeepers.”
“He’s hurt,” Ms. Min interrupts. “Should we sidealong him back to the edge of campus?”
“No, he’s not—they can’t be apparated. It’s...something with their physiology.” Mr. Trullinger stammers through an explanation, like even trying to remember gives him a headache.
“Need a stretcher,” Youngblood mutters, then turns away from the young man and starts pointing at students. He directs [CHARACTER F], [CHARACTER G] and [CHARACTER H] to fetch the first aid kit from Ms. Min’s kayak and start gathering things they can transfigure into a stretcher. “Alright, folks, bit of magic wilderness medicine training for ya. Don’t fuckin’ dawdle.”
Ms. Min and Mr. Youngblood leave the shadowed pocket with several students to start hunting supplies, leaving Mr. Trullinger and a handful of students behind. The young man pulls in a breath that sounds a bit like rain pelting the roof of a car. That rattling noise continues, louder and more solid, until it coalesces into words: “Listen to me.”
“Hey, buddy, we’ll get you to a healer, it’s okay,” Mr. Trullinger says as he works some spell that seems to close a few of the strange young man’s many open wounds.
“No. You musthear. I am all that is left. A journal he took for the Wood from the West. For Ice, a tin of…of....caaaaandy. He takes whatyou bring. He makes it a key.” The being coughs, a horrible rattling sound. “He has more, I think. But I do not know what.I ran. I left them. I’m...sorry.”
Outside the shadowed spot, the searching students find splatters of that gray ichor everywhere. And just beyond the trees, those strange vines and purple flowers. Whether out of self-preservation or in revenge for the injured being, [CHARACTER I] draws their wand and uses Glacius on the trees until not a single purple flower remains.
A combination of impressive Transfiguration magic from Ms. Min and practical means nets the students a serviceable raft which they carefully relocate the badly injured young man to. While helping to move him, [CHARACTER J] accidentally brushes against a spider-like limb that unfolds from the young man’s back. The contact is hot, not burning, but unusually warm, and for a brief second [CHARACTER J]’s vision blurs. They’re on a beach like this one but different. It’s night, it’s alien. Strange stars dot the sky, so dense as to turn it gray, and the waters that lap at the shore are thick and inky blue. There are purple flowers everywhere, all around, eating everything. It seems endless, but somehow [CHARACTER J] knows that there are roots, they can be pulled, and the infection can be killed.
When [CHARACTER J] blinks back to awareness, almost no time has passed. Ms. Min is firing off a flare from her wand, three rockets of colored light spinning up into the air. Ms. Min then takes point, overseeing students returning to their boats. Once everyone is set, she casts some spell over the group, some charm that makes each kayak cut speedily through the water. The return to campus is far swifter than the trip out had been, but it’s not yet clear if it was fast enough...
[ALL ADVENTURE CLUB MEMBERS may participate in this section and can be assumed to have witnessed all or portions of what transpired. You may use this header to scene at the beach, but keep in mind that things are rushed from here on out.]
Edited 2020-05-22 21:10 (UTC)
KAYAKING: SOMETHING STRANGE ON THE SHORE: CLAIMED SPOTS
[CHARACTER D] claimed by (open) [CHARACTER E] claimed by Uriah [CHARACTER F] claimed by (open) [CHARACTER G] claimed by (open) [CHARACTER H] claimed by (open) [CHARACTER I] claimed by Armani [CHARACTER J] claimed by Trudy
The moment Ms. Gunzenhauser scoops up the cicada shell, it changes in her hand. Not a hollow golden stone, but a pale spruce wood wand, hilted with amber. “I haven’t seen this in years,” Ms. Gunzenhauser says with the faintest hint of a smile as she raises her wand arm to give it a swish and a flick. “I thought I broke it—” Just in the middle of her leviosa she freezes, and that smile fades. Then, a few seconds later, the wand does, as well.
Ms. Gunzenhauser sits heavily in her seat, not unlike how Eddy had when he’d dug his shell up from Thorntrail. Seconds tick by in silence before she stirs again, back and aware as quickly as she’d faded. Emotions cascade across her features, fear, disorientation, confusion, understanding, anger.
“Damn!” Ms. Gunzenhauser spits, shoving up and away from her desk, again. She hardly seems to notice Eddy still standing there as she gathers up some things and makes for her office door. “They told her wrong,” she mumbles to herself, that strange accent back and stronger than before.
She halts at the door, looking up before she turns the knob. There’s a light in her eye that Eddy hasn’t ever noticed before. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to remember this, Eddy, so I need you to remember for me. Even if it doesn’t make any sense. Tink won’t take from you without your permission.” That German accent fades with every word she speaks, melting back into midwestern English. “That thing has an end. We knew you had to see all of it to defeat it, but the adults thought it was endless and they were wrong. Wybie and I saw it. Straight down to the roots. It can be stopped.” Ms. Gunzenhauser breathes a heavy sigh, throws open her office door and then stops once again.
She turns to Eddy, voice low, barely more than a whisper. “Whatever he eats, he can become, almost flawlessly. Even ice doesn’t always work. I wish I could offer something more reassuring to you, but all I can advise is that you be on your guard. Come on, we need to see a bug about a memory.”
[Only EDDY WAXWEILER was here to witness this exchange. Eddy can follow Ms. Gunzenhauser or not. Just close the door behind you, bud.]
Whether or not Eddy follows, Ms. Gunzenhauser cuts quickly down three flights of stairs, even sliding down the banister to the first floor of Central Classrooms. Her ballet flats click click click as she makes her way out the front double doors and into the square where the bronze statue of Yalldive Peckenpaugh immediately comes to life. “Ah, you can see again finally, eh? Ya old whooperup!”
“Can it, pigeon toilet,” Ms. Gunzenhauser fires back, hardly paying attention to the heckling, which elicits an offended gasp from the statue. Ms. Gunzenhauser cups her hands to her mouth and hollers, “Tinkerbell!”
Ordinarily this sort of thing doesn’t work. Everyone knows it’s parties that summon the party bug, or wishes shouted across the lake at Deeplurk, but Ms. Gunzenhauser need only call once and within seconds the ground is opening up.
“Z!” Pocket exclaims, bouncing up from the earth. The air seems to warm at her arrival, swirling with a sweet-smelling floral breeze. “How did you—how can you—you remembered! Someone returned a memory? Who did it? Where did you find it? What did you?” It’s difficult to pinpoint just what Pocket is feeling as she rambles, though her changing emotions certainly have an effect on surroundings: trees grow greener, fuller, then darken, the air warms and cools.
Ms. Gunzenhauser lays her hands on the party bug’s shoulders in an effort to slow her down. Heedless of the growing crowd of onlookers, she speaks to Pocket in a hurried but measured tone. “Tink, listen to me. They—I don’t know if they lied, or if they genuinely thought they were right, but those men who told you to look away were wrong. You have to return everything. You have to give it all back to me, to everyone. We have to see. It’s the only way to—”
The ground shakes again, but this time it’s not a magimagicicada joining the reunion. From some hidden spot in the shade, two ropy vines lurch up. They swing and snap wildly, two tendrils of not plant matter but swirling shadow, both bound for Pocket. Thankfully [CHARACTER K] is ready with their wand. A quick Glacius puts an end to both tendrils.
As the icy remains of vines fall to dust around them, Pocket takes one large step back. “No! You see! I can’t. You see him and he grows. You know him and he’s stronger.” Hurt and fear marry on the magimagicicada’s strange, obsidian features. “I have to protect you.”
“Tinkerbell, no,” Ms. Gunzenhauser pleads, but Pocket is already disappearing into the earth. “Ah, shit.” The Charms teacher makes to run off again, but she turns and points at [CHARACTER K]. Zelda Gunzenhauser grasps for composure long enough to say, “Um, nice charmwork, dear. Fifteen points. Thank you.” But she’s running off again as soon as she’s said it, northbound, it seems.
Edited 2020-05-22 21:56 (UTC)
ON CAMPUS: OUTSIDE CENTRAL CLASSROOMS: CLAIMED SLOTS
UP TO SIX (6) characters NOT in adventure club may have witnessed this. Comment in the OOC section to claim a spot. You may also scene below this header in the aftermath of this scene.
Eddy's not quite sure what he was expecting when he returned Ms. G's memory, but it wasn't this. Seizures had featured in at least a dozen scenarios, so this is definitely preferable, but from the moment she'd told him he needed to remember this, his brain had gone into 'oh, fuck' mode.
Be on your guard. That thing has an end. Ice doesn't always work. They told her wrong. Had to see all of it. Can become, almost flawlessly.
The phrases repeat in his head as he tails after her down the stairs and outdoors, fighting to hold onto them. And if Pocket gives him the slightest bit of notice, guilt is written all over his face when she asks who'd given the memory back. This newest exchange is filed away best as he can while his mind turns over everything that's already been said. And shadow vines. Shadow vines??
"Uh, shit," is all he says to the other gathered students when Ms. Guzenhauser is on the move again, and he sprints after her.
Edited (cool with anyone else following too ! ♥) 2020-05-23 12:59 (UTC)
Healer Greatheart and several BoMB agents meet the Adventure Club at the shore. While the BoMB Agents are immediately at the raft with the injured being, Greatheart is most preoccupied with her students, refusing grumpily to let a single one get by without a proper inspection. It’s only after she’s done a head check on each student that she joins the BoMB agents, already doing their best with the strange young man’s wounds.
Ms. Min and Mr. Trullinger herd the students away, while Mr. Youngblood, looking more sullen than usual, sucks his teeth and wanders off. [ADVENTURE CLUB MEMBERS] are taken to the BoMB encampment on Eastern Campus to give statements on what transpired, then are sent on their way, escorted off BoMB grounds by a friendly-faced auror. Everyone leaves having the impression that getting an update on the strange young man will require some snooping.
Mary Grace peppers the friendly-faced auror with questions as they leave the BoMB encampment. Some about the auror himself ("Do you have a codename? Is someone watching us right now? Have you done this before or is this some kind of hazing ritual for the new guy to go die?"), some about their situation ("Y'all get in the creepy tunnel yet? I ain't telling you how to do it 'less you ask real nice."), some total nonsequiturs ("Favorite Iron Chef, go."), but, eventually, they leave him behind, and Bub isn't nearly as fun to question.
So, Mary Grace turns to Wyatt. "Our college application essays are gonna be so fucking baller, dude," she says, as if she truly believes Wyatt Webberley is going to college.
Wyatt is a shadow of his usual self, shoulders slouched and, most concerningly, his face screwed up in deep thought. "Oh, yeah, for sure it is," he murmurs.
Ok after five years of waffling could please Chanel just have a witness spot on campus She needs to have pent up aggression towards weeds for when she stabs herself with one next week so this is perfect
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KAYAKING: ON LAKE PECKENPAUGH
VOLUNTEER SLOTS
Jooper Scooper has some difficulty with their kayak. Okay, a lot of difficulty. They flip their boat over, but are thankfully quickly rescued by Merlin Pletcher.
Shoal the Siren greets Howdy Stoppelbein with a wave and a coy wink as they boat past her. She acts as though she’s about to start singing, then laughs, instead. Man, what a dick.
KAYAKING: SOMETHING STRANGE ON THE SHORE:
Although the teacher chaperones try to herd everyone away and get on with their return trip home, Uriah Hatfield sneaks off to go investigate, curious about the sound and the strange shadows. Ms. Min paddles after, and soon almost everyone is in tow to investigate, though some students may fall back as they draw closer. A horrible, misplaced feeling settles over the water the nearer they come to shore. A feeling of wrongness and unbelonging that grows and grows until the first kayaks reach the pebble beach. Uriah fights the feeling to climb from their boat and step into the unnatural shade, where they find something strange.
A person. Sort of. A young man with a face that’s not quite right, though it’s hard to say how. His eyes glint like the eyes of a predator — shining yellow-green when they catch the faint light, but fear, unmistakable, is written across his features. The young man is injured, bleeding thick gray ichor that smells strangely of unsweetened chocolate. The feeling of wrongness spikes so high Uriah thinks they might be sick, but then it abruptly subsides to a slight discomfort in the pit of their stomach.
The three teachers and more students crowd into the shade.
“It’s one of the beings from the Paw Paw reserve,” Mr. Trullinger blurts.
“Shit, you mean, it’s one of them things from the…” Mr. Youngblood chimes in, as though correcting Mr. Trullinger, but his voice trails off, like, actually, he can’t remember what it was he was going to say. “Uh...y’know.” He squints hard, through a headache, then eventually mumbles, “Gatekeepers.”
“He’s hurt,” Ms. Min interrupts. “Should we sidealong him back to the edge of campus?”
“No, he’s not—they can’t be apparated. It’s...something with their physiology.” Mr. Trullinger stammers through an explanation, like even trying to remember gives him a headache.
“Need a stretcher,” Youngblood mutters, then turns away from the young man and starts pointing at students. He directs [CHARACTER F], [CHARACTER G] and [CHARACTER H] to fetch the first aid kit from Ms. Min’s kayak and start gathering things they can transfigure into a stretcher. “Alright, folks, bit of magic wilderness medicine training for ya. Don’t fuckin’ dawdle.”
Ms. Min and Mr. Youngblood leave the shadowed pocket with several students to start hunting supplies, leaving Mr. Trullinger and a handful of students behind. The young man pulls in a breath that sounds a bit like rain pelting the roof of a car. That rattling noise continues, louder and more solid, until it coalesces into words: “Listen to me.”
“Hey, buddy, we’ll get you to a healer, it’s okay,” Mr. Trullinger says as he works some spell that seems to close a few of the strange young man’s many open wounds.
“No. You must hear. I am all that is left. A journal he took for the Wood from the West. For Ice, a tin of…of....caaaaandy. He takes what you bring. He makes it a key.” The being coughs, a horrible rattling sound. “He has more, I think. But I do not know what. I ran. I left them. I’m...sorry.”
Outside the shadowed spot, the searching students find splatters of that gray ichor everywhere. And just beyond the trees, those strange vines and purple flowers. Whether out of self-preservation or in revenge for the injured being, [CHARACTER I] draws their wand and uses Glacius on the trees until not a single purple flower remains.
A combination of impressive Transfiguration magic from Ms. Min and practical means nets the students a serviceable raft which they carefully relocate the badly injured young man to. While helping to move him, [CHARACTER J] accidentally brushes against a spider-like limb that unfolds from the young man’s back. The contact is hot, not burning, but unusually warm, and for a brief second [CHARACTER J]’s vision blurs. They’re on a beach like this one but different. It’s night, it’s alien. Strange stars dot the sky, so dense as to turn it gray, and the waters that lap at the shore are thick and inky blue. There are purple flowers everywhere, all around, eating everything. It seems endless, but somehow [CHARACTER J] knows that there are roots, they can be pulled, and the infection can be killed.
When [CHARACTER J] blinks back to awareness, almost no time has passed. Ms. Min is firing off a flare from her wand, three rockets of colored light spinning up into the air. Ms. Min then takes point, overseeing students returning to their boats. Once everyone is set, she casts some spell over the group, some charm that makes each kayak cut speedily through the water. The return to campus is far swifter than the trip out had been, but it’s not yet clear if it was fast enough...
[ALL ADVENTURE CLUB MEMBERS may participate in this section and can be assumed to have witnessed all or portions of what transpired. You may use this header to scene at the beach, but keep in mind that things are rushed from here on out.]
KAYAKING: SOMETHING STRANGE ON THE SHORE: CLAIMED SPOTS
[CHARACTER E] claimed by Uriah
[CHARACTER F] claimed by (open)
[CHARACTER G] claimed by (open)
[CHARACTER H] claimed by (open)
[CHARACTER I] claimed by Armani
[CHARACTER J] claimed by Trudy
ON CAMPUS: EDDY RETURNS ZELDA'S SHELL
Ms. Gunzenhauser sits heavily in her seat, not unlike how Eddy had when he’d dug his shell up from Thorntrail. Seconds tick by in silence before she stirs again, back and aware as quickly as she’d faded. Emotions cascade across her features, fear, disorientation, confusion, understanding, anger.
“Damn!” Ms. Gunzenhauser spits, shoving up and away from her desk, again. She hardly seems to notice Eddy still standing there as she gathers up some things and makes for her office door. “They told her wrong,” she mumbles to herself, that strange accent back and stronger than before.
She halts at the door, looking up before she turns the knob. There’s a light in her eye that Eddy hasn’t ever noticed before. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to remember this, Eddy, so I need you to remember for me. Even if it doesn’t make any sense. Tink won’t take from you without your permission.” That German accent fades with every word she speaks, melting back into midwestern English. “That thing has an end. We knew you had to see all of it to defeat it, but the adults thought it was endless and they were wrong. Wybie and I saw it. Straight down to the roots. It can be stopped.” Ms. Gunzenhauser breathes a heavy sigh, throws open her office door and then stops once again.
She turns to Eddy, voice low, barely more than a whisper. “Whatever he eats, he can become, almost flawlessly. Even ice doesn’t always work. I wish I could offer something more reassuring to you, but all I can advise is that you be on your guard. Come on, we need to see a bug about a memory.”
[Only EDDY WAXWEILER was here to witness this exchange. Eddy can follow Ms. Gunzenhauser or not. Just close the door behind you, bud.]
ON CAMPUS: OUTSIDE CENTRAL CLASSROOMS
“Can it, pigeon toilet,” Ms. Gunzenhauser fires back, hardly paying attention to the heckling, which elicits an offended gasp from the statue. Ms. Gunzenhauser cups her hands to her mouth and hollers, “Tinkerbell!”
Ordinarily this sort of thing doesn’t work. Everyone knows it’s parties that summon the party bug, or wishes shouted across the lake at Deeplurk, but Ms. Gunzenhauser need only call once and within seconds the ground is opening up.
“Z!” Pocket exclaims, bouncing up from the earth. The air seems to warm at her arrival, swirling with a sweet-smelling floral breeze. “How did you—how can you—you remembered! Someone returned a memory? Who did it? Where did you find it? What did you?” It’s difficult to pinpoint just what Pocket is feeling as she rambles, though her changing emotions certainly have an effect on surroundings: trees grow greener, fuller, then darken, the air warms and cools.
Ms. Gunzenhauser lays her hands on the party bug’s shoulders in an effort to slow her down. Heedless of the growing crowd of onlookers, she speaks to Pocket in a hurried but measured tone. “Tink, listen to me. They—I don’t know if they lied, or if they genuinely thought they were right, but those men who told you to look away were wrong. You have to return everything. You have to give it all back to me, to everyone. We have to see. It’s the only way to—”
The ground shakes again, but this time it’s not a magimagicicada joining the reunion. From some hidden spot in the shade, two ropy vines lurch up. They swing and snap wildly, two tendrils of not plant matter but swirling shadow, both bound for Pocket. Thankfully [CHARACTER K] is ready with their wand. A quick Glacius puts an end to both tendrils.
As the icy remains of vines fall to dust around them, Pocket takes one large step back. “No! You see! I can’t. You see him and he grows. You know him and he’s stronger.” Hurt and fear marry on the magimagicicada’s strange, obsidian features. “I have to protect you.”
“Tinkerbell, no,” Ms. Gunzenhauser pleads, but Pocket is already disappearing into the earth. “Ah, shit.” The Charms teacher makes to run off again, but she turns and points at [CHARACTER K]. Zelda Gunzenhauser grasps for composure long enough to say, “Um, nice charmwork, dear. Fifteen points. Thank you.” But she’s running off again as soon as she’s said it, northbound, it seems.
ON CAMPUS: OUTSIDE CENTRAL CLASSROOMS: CLAIMED SLOTS
UP TO SIX (6) characters NOT in adventure club may have witnessed this. Comment in the OOC section to claim a spot. You may also scene below this header in the aftermath of this scene.
CLAIMED: Eddy (free spot), Winter, Chanel, Viola, Felicity, Cedar (5/6 claimed)
ON CAMPUS: OUTSIDE CENTRAL CLASSROOMS: Pursuing Ms. Guzenhauser
Be on your guard. That thing has an end. Ice doesn't always work. They told her wrong. Had to see all of it. Can become, almost flawlessly.
The phrases repeat in his head as he tails after her down the stairs and outdoors, fighting to hold onto them. And if Pocket gives him the slightest bit of notice, guilt is written all over his face when she asks who'd given the memory back. This newest exchange is filed away best as he can while his mind turns over everything that's already been said. And shadow vines. Shadow vines??
"Uh, shit," is all he says to the other gathered students when Ms. Guzenhauser is on the move again, and he sprints after her.
THIS EVENING
Ms. Min and Mr. Trullinger herd the students away, while Mr. Youngblood, looking more sullen than usual, sucks his teeth and wanders off. [ADVENTURE CLUB MEMBERS] are taken to the BoMB encampment on Eastern Campus to give statements on what transpired, then are sent on their way, escorted off BoMB grounds by a friendly-faced auror. Everyone leaves having the impression that getting an update on the strange young man will require some snooping.
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
So, Mary Grace turns to Wyatt. "Our college application essays are gonna be so fucking baller, dude," she says, as if she truly believes Wyatt Webberley is going to college.
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
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EVENING: MGoM & Wy
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THIS EVENING: Uriah & Open
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Uhhhh E for Uriah who is woefully disobedient?
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She needs to have pent up aggression towards weeds for when she stabs herself with one next week so this is perfect
Ty I love thiiiiiis
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him angee
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