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nohalation) wrote2018-06-03 07:04 pm
nohalation) wrote2018-06-03 07:04 pm
Clima and Primrose - pt 1
We return. You settle in for the night, with the help of your 64 followers who have taken it upon themselves to set up a large encampment in the room. You don't have tents, though? You have a campfire, some sleeping bags, and, you know, maybe some stories. Fuck, you gotta have some camp songs! Or gospel of the Deep Ones. Some of your followers are even swimming in that fancy pool.
With peace of mind, (save for perhaps the thought that 1 Single Person remains in the Kingdom of Halation, holding down the fort,) you can take a break.
—but, suddenly, a door appears in midair just yards from this impromptu encampment. Two small strangers—a bird-like(?) one and a cat-like one—walk through this door, into the room. Just as quickly and inexplicably as the door appeared, it vanishes into thin air.
These two don't remember what they had been doing. One moment they were traveling to and back from their home kingdoms together, at the request of Halation's former ruler, and then... they're here? Details, details... it's a bit exhausting to try and remember, isn't it?
Night time!! Juno loves night time. It's the best time, if only because all their star friends (who are some of the followers in this camp) are extra pretty and sparkly and social. They were pretty happy just to settle in with their pals up until the two strangers arrived.
"... huh?" WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE.
The bird-like(?) person stands in a frilled dress and apron that cut off at the knees, white and black-bespeckled hair looking reminiscent of owls. The servant is short, features soft -- it's difficult to tell the person's gender until they speak.
"Oh." His voice is low, his expression barely changing even in his surprise. Clima blinks once, twice -- this isn't the kingdom, is it? Wasn't he doing something? He holds a frying pan up, as if he were in the middle of preparing to make a lunch, but he can't remember. It doesn't matter, anyway, does it?
Because in front of him are a few people he knows. Rather, there's one person he knows here.
Clima sets the pan behind his back, pulling the ends of his dress up to curtsy, "Good evening, milady."
Manners are important, after all. He can worry about the details later; right now, Dusk is here.
Slot was brushing the fur of his animal companions, making soft growls and grunts at them as he does so, when the strangers arrive. He eyes them with interest, pausing his grooming to shake a finger at them disapprovingly.
"Oh, about time you showed up!" he calls out,
Clima takes a pause, looking towards Slot. He watches his finger go, tilting his head to the side.
He doesn't understand. Was he supposed to show up? He must be late, then. By the way, who is this guy?
"My apologies," he says, simply. There isn't anything by way of excuse that he can give, not that he's very interested in giving one. If he's late, he's late.
The cat gives a little twirl and bow, the colorful ribbons attached to her otherwise basic leather coat and pants flowing in the wind. "My apologies, as well! Of course, me being myself, I had many duties to attend to before arriving here!"
"Oh, hiya!" She waves, cheerfully, still probably being held in the arms of her marshmallow friend? "Welcome to the party!"
Dusk has recovered from her lawn chair pool injuries. She might not be sturdy but at least she can recover well.
"No need to apologize since I don't even know what you did or what you're here for, but that's not a problem! More people means more fun!"
Do people have parties in labyrinths? Clima will have to keep a note for that. Halation is a strange kingdom, and Dusk is an even stranger ruler, but he's fond of that. "Would you like music to accompany your party, milady?"
Primrose opens her mouth to talk about the clearly wonderful and amazing things she's done, before finally noticing she actually doesn't know shit. "Music? Who's paying you for that?"
"I dunno who's paying him, but sure, why not! I didn't know you knew music." She didn't know anything tbf but whatever.
"If that offer's open, I certainly wouldn't mind a song or two!" Slot shouts, helpfully.
"Oh!" Juno exclaims, Finally Getting It. "These are the people who were meant to join us? I see I see! And musicians too, huh..."
Juno seems wistful. Their tinny-voice is definitely not suited for singing, after all.
Clima dips his head, pulling his dress up in another curtsy. The question of payment isn't really important, honestly. He pulls out a tambourine, clapping the edge against his hand to begin a steady beat, and begins to sing -- some folk song about clouds in the sky.
Clima rolls: (2+4)+3 = 9 for the quality of song. (Charm)
It isn't a terrible song, nor is it Very Good. Just decent, but at least his voice is nice, deep and soothing.
It only takes a few minutes before Dusk completely falls asleep. It was in fact very soothing.
Oh dear.
With peace of mind, (save for perhaps the thought that 1 Single Person remains in the Kingdom of Halation, holding down the fort,) you can take a break.
—but, suddenly, a door appears in midair just yards from this impromptu encampment. Two small strangers—a bird-like(?) one and a cat-like one—walk through this door, into the room. Just as quickly and inexplicably as the door appeared, it vanishes into thin air.
These two don't remember what they had been doing. One moment they were traveling to and back from their home kingdoms together, at the request of Halation's former ruler, and then... they're here? Details, details... it's a bit exhausting to try and remember, isn't it?
Night time!! Juno loves night time. It's the best time, if only because all their star friends (who are some of the followers in this camp) are extra pretty and sparkly and social. They were pretty happy just to settle in with their pals up until the two strangers arrived.
"... huh?" WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE.
The bird-like(?) person stands in a frilled dress and apron that cut off at the knees, white and black-bespeckled hair looking reminiscent of owls. The servant is short, features soft -- it's difficult to tell the person's gender until they speak.
"Oh." His voice is low, his expression barely changing even in his surprise. Clima blinks once, twice -- this isn't the kingdom, is it? Wasn't he doing something? He holds a frying pan up, as if he were in the middle of preparing to make a lunch, but he can't remember. It doesn't matter, anyway, does it?
Because in front of him are a few people he knows. Rather, there's one person he knows here.
Clima sets the pan behind his back, pulling the ends of his dress up to curtsy, "Good evening, milady."
Manners are important, after all. He can worry about the details later; right now, Dusk is here.
Slot was brushing the fur of his animal companions, making soft growls and grunts at them as he does so, when the strangers arrive. He eyes them with interest, pausing his grooming to shake a finger at them disapprovingly.
"Oh, about time you showed up!" he calls out,
Clima takes a pause, looking towards Slot. He watches his finger go, tilting his head to the side.
He doesn't understand. Was he supposed to show up? He must be late, then. By the way, who is this guy?
"My apologies," he says, simply. There isn't anything by way of excuse that he can give, not that he's very interested in giving one. If he's late, he's late.
The cat gives a little twirl and bow, the colorful ribbons attached to her otherwise basic leather coat and pants flowing in the wind. "My apologies, as well! Of course, me being myself, I had many duties to attend to before arriving here!"
"Oh, hiya!" She waves, cheerfully, still probably being held in the arms of her marshmallow friend? "Welcome to the party!"
Dusk has recovered from her lawn chair pool injuries. She might not be sturdy but at least she can recover well.
"No need to apologize since I don't even know what you did or what you're here for, but that's not a problem! More people means more fun!"
Do people have parties in labyrinths? Clima will have to keep a note for that. Halation is a strange kingdom, and Dusk is an even stranger ruler, but he's fond of that. "Would you like music to accompany your party, milady?"
Primrose opens her mouth to talk about the clearly wonderful and amazing things she's done, before finally noticing she actually doesn't know shit. "Music? Who's paying you for that?"
"I dunno who's paying him, but sure, why not! I didn't know you knew music." She didn't know anything tbf but whatever.
"If that offer's open, I certainly wouldn't mind a song or two!" Slot shouts, helpfully.
"Oh!" Juno exclaims, Finally Getting It. "These are the people who were meant to join us? I see I see! And musicians too, huh..."
Juno seems wistful. Their tinny-voice is definitely not suited for singing, after all.
Clima dips his head, pulling his dress up in another curtsy. The question of payment isn't really important, honestly. He pulls out a tambourine, clapping the edge against his hand to begin a steady beat, and begins to sing -- some folk song about clouds in the sky.
Clima rolls: (2+4)+3 = 9 for the quality of song. (Charm)
It isn't a terrible song, nor is it Very Good. Just decent, but at least his voice is nice, deep and soothing.
It only takes a few minutes before Dusk completely falls asleep. It was in fact very soothing.
Oh dear.