missrecalled_mods: (Breaking and Creating a Bridge)
First Awareness
Those used to this by now probably knew what it meant when they felt their magic return for a moment. For the rest, suddenly their powers were back. Just for a few minutes, but a lot could be done in a few minutes. If the person even noticed their powers were back, that is.

Of course those on the shore might have seen the hazy indistinct shape through the barrier coming closer, might have seen the moment the hole in the barrier opened. Might have seen King Ben leading people down a gangplank through the barrier with crates of supplies....


Unions, Re And Otherwise
Once the supplies were unloaded, the barrier was sealed up again. King Ben seemed to be in charge during the unloading, Once the barrier was closed again, by the green magic streaming from the Queen's finger, it was Mal who seemed to be in charge.

"Alright, listen up. We have 2 hours and the clock is ticking. I'm not FG but we're keeping to a deadline anyway. If you want to come to Auradon or know someone you want us to bring back, you have 2 hours to convince us. You and everyone else, sharing the same 2 hours. Along with anyone who has a supply request for our next visit, or updates. Those of you bringing supplies to the school, time to get cracking. Two hours passes faster than midnight at the ball."


Those Who Left
(Please TL Here for boat and Auradon Shenanigans. TY)



Those What Remain
Once those going back to Auradon had left and the barrier was back in place, it was for those who remained on the Isle to sort the supplies and figure out how to get done everything that needed to be done with the people that remained.

Re: On the shore, OTA

Date: 2025-04-06 12:37 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a pretty, pale girl with black hair, dark makeup, pointed ears, and large dark eyes (cringe)
"Ben isn't going to hurt him," she said, crouching down to kneel there on the sand and catching the kid's sleeve. "Honestly, poppet. He's not. They'll be fine, and you ought wait here for their return."

Re: On the shore, OTA

Date: 2025-04-06 12:42 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] fallen_child
fallen_child: (Simmish angry)
"Let go of me, stupid human!" They tried to kick her instead.

Re: On the shore, OTA

Date: 2025-04-06 12:50 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a pretty, pale girl with black hair, dark makeup, pointed ears, and large dark eyes (legit too old for this)
Oh, how lovely... well, this was a kid, and they were already a little off balance from all the struggle there on the sand -- and far more off balance once she saw the kick wind up. Then she pulled them toward her, turning that arm aside to give them a quick spin around, so that they'd end up falling onto her lap as she sat down the rest of the way. Chara would have their back to her, at that point, feet likely set off through the sand. At least she was pretty soft; the fall wouldn't hurt.

With any luck, none of the bit of sand and the little dust cloud would hit the kid... not with her between them and it, and holding them somewhat against her like that. The big, low puff just sort of slid away from them as it settled back down again, kicked up by a gust from something just then, something that had been behind her....

"That's hardly nice," she said, smile fading. "And I recommend you pay more attention, lest you offend someone."

Re: On the shore, OTA

Date: 2025-04-06 12:51 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] fallen_child
fallen_child: (Simmish angry)
"I don't wanna be nice, I want my brother!" they cried, trying to squirm free, terrified.

Date: 2025-04-06 01:03 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a pretty, pale girl with black hair, dark makeup, pointed ears, and large dark eyes (cringe)
"He'll be back shortly, I'm certain!"

Ugh, this wasn't going well....

"I have something for you," she tried, already moving to get back up, putting an arm around the kid... she'd just... pick them up with her. Move her other arm like so, reposition them so she could get her other foot back under her quickly, and shift the kid's weight as she pushed off of it, rising up onto her other foot as she did--

The move would give Chara a good view of what she'd had to do to sit down like that: her wings were out behind her. They'd kicked up the little cloud of sand as they'd had to spread a bit behind her, lest she sit on them and bend them in ways they weren't entirely willing to bend. And now, standing up like this, shifting her weight backwards to get upright quicker, they rose up quickly, acting as wings often did, catching the air to help her balance herself by pushing off of it. Giant, velvety-black wings that lightened swiftly into a deep dark purple for most of the last row of panes in their back edges. Those... those did not belong on a human. And they were moving. Those weren't props. Weren't simply costume pieces....

Date: 2025-04-06 01:05 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] fallen_child
fallen_child: (Simmish)
Seeing the wings, Chara stilled, eyes wide. "Y...you're a monster too?" they asked, voice an awed whisper.

Date: 2025-04-06 01:21 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a pretty, pale girl with black hair, dark makeup, pointed ears, and large dark eyes (calm)
"Not at all," she said, finally finding her balance there on the sand now that the kid had stopped squirming so much. Her wings folded back down quickly, blowing up another small puff of sand over her feet as she shifted the littler one's weight more securely onto her hip. "I'm elder fae. A fairy, technically."

But... since it seemed to calm the kid down....

She peeked back over her shoulder, lifting her wings more deliberately this time, and unfolding them again to give a better view. "Have you seen a fairy before?"

Somewhere inside the school....

Date: 2025-04-07 01:05 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] dualityinjest
dualityinjest: (Sun 03)
Sun had completely missed the memo that the barrier had come down for even a moment.

While everyone else was finagling cargo and going about their meet-and-greet, the animatronic jester was continuing to mind his own business, cleaning up. He'd gotten rid of all the trash from the main hall, the side halls, all the way down through the lower levels as well, and had been working on the rooms in which the lights would turn on next. He'd been sorting bits and bobs into various boxes, with paper trash in this one and plastic trash in that one, and had taken to using one of the relatively untouched classrooms upstairs to hold all the boxes of things. He'd figured out already that no Staffbots (or anyone else, for that matter) would regularly come by to empty the garbage cans, and that said cans also didn't simply empty themselves.... which meant he'd have to do something else with it all to get rid of it, or at least reduce it. Maybe they could at least burn the paper stuff that wasn't good enough to use for writing or crafts? the once-wet, dry-again tissue shreds, the splinters of wood in another box, that would all be good to burn, right? There were plenty of boxes in that room now, in various states of full-ness, but it was quickly becoming a good spot to find material based on, well, material.

If someone else was in the building, they might catch sight of him quietly focused on his task, using a broom with a broken handle to clear out some of the floor trash from one of the side areas, pausing to turn it over to use the handle to scrape a stuck bit of it off the floor, and then carrying on again, dumping it all into the nearest trash can for easier transportation....

If someone comes around a corner quickly without looking, they're likely to run into him. SURPRISE, there's a bright yellow sunshine-looking jester, glowing faintly, suddenly right there!
Edited (details) Date: 2025-04-07 07:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2025-04-07 01:52 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] fallen_child
fallen_child: (Simmish)
"I've seen Whimsalots and Migospels.... They're monsters like me and Asriel and Mr. Dad Guy and Mom lady. You hafta be a monster... but... how do you keep the humans from killing you?" they asked in a small scared whisper, glancing at Mal.

Date: 2025-04-07 05:09 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a lady with black hair in an updo, dark dress, dark makeup, looking lost in thought (concerned)
"...I think, perhaps, that that word means something very different to you, than it does to me. Where I'm from, it's naught but an insult. Elves, dragons, unicorns, fairies, and many other manners of being one may find strange or unlike oneself, we call alker, not monster. And I think perhaps you're being a bit quick to judge, as well. Not all humans mean anyone harm... and not all who appear human are."

Date: 2025-04-07 06:29 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] princess_weia
princess_weia: (Gotta do this myself)
"Well... maybe not explode," Leia admitted. "But something really bad'll happen to it. And nobody wants that, so you really need to come with us."

Date: 2025-04-07 06:39 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] fallen_child
fallen_child: (Simmish)
"Monsters are those of us who aren't humans and are nice and kind and just want to live and see the son and be left alone. Humans are the mean ones who want to hurt and kill and locked us up Underground."

Date: 2025-04-07 06:42 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a pretty, pale girl with black hair, dark makeup, pointed ears, and large dark eyes (calm)
"Again... that may be what that word means where you're from, but that is not what that word means, from whence I've come. And there are all sorts of humans. Not just terrible ones. I'm sorry you've apparently had to deal with some of those that mean ill, but that really isn't fair to all of the rest of them."

Date: 2025-04-07 06:44 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] elianne
elianne: (Urm... no?)
"I.... I made a bet.... but they'll see what I'm like and they won't take me," she said, taking a step back. "People like me don't belong over there," she added, bitterness and pain in her voice.

Date: 2025-04-07 06:47 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] fallen_child
fallen_child: (Simmish angry)
"I don't have to be fair," they said, sulking. "They killed Asriel..." their voice wavered with a hiccup as they tried not to cry. "Just for being a monster."

Date: 2025-04-07 07:03 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a lady with black hair in an updo, dark dress, dark makeup, looking lost in thought (lost in thought and pondering)
"And I don't have to be fair either, do I. I could decide to dislike all children, because some of them would try to catch and keep me, when I was very small. But refusing to be better gets one nowhere, it only creates more problems."

Date: 2025-04-07 07:09 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] fallen_child
fallen_child: (Simmish)
"I just wanna help all Monsters an never hafta see a human ever again."

Date: 2025-04-07 07:44 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a pretty, pale girl with black hair, dark makeup, pointed ears, and large dark eyes (calm)
"We all have wants, poppet. Some, a fair deal kinder than others... but helping one needn't mean being senselessly hostile to another. Perhaps the common factor wasn't simply that they were humans. What if it were something else, and they all merely happened to also look like humans?"

Date: 2025-04-07 08:23 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] fallen_child
fallen_child: (Simmish angry)
Chara seemed to take that as an attack. "I'm a monster!" the kid protested defensively.

Date: 2025-04-08 01:55 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] papillion_de_resistance
papillion_de_resistance: (Civilian- Determined)
While Cassidy was looking at Grey, he mouthed 'this time?', not sure what to think other than being stunned that this was something that she'd done before, apparently without thinking of the potential consequences. "I appreciate that you want to help," he said diplomatically, "and there's no doubt that help is needed. But there are other ways to fortify poor soil, ones that are far more sustainable than blood ritual. Sharing your expertise would likely be just as valuable to the people here as sharing your blood." His lips quirked in a bit of a wry smile. "And far less likely to give your husband heart palpitations."

Date: 2025-04-08 04:59 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thinking_about_it
thinking_about_it: (Cassidy - Stricken)
Grey nodded grimly at what he mouthed.

Cassidy shook her head. "It is ritual for a reason. I will do it carefully, I promise. But the help I can give these people... I can't be selfish and not do it for them."
rexien: (here)
Roxas was only really there to make sure Elianne left the Isle this time. As soon as the boat made landing he slipped from the bright vest they made him wear and scanned the shore line. He wasn't really expecting to see the girl, expecting to have to go look for her on the roof or in the basement of the school, luckily for him, he spotted her familiar silhouette near the fishing shack.

He knew how much Elianne didn't like people realizing she was there, so he slipped away from the Auradon group and headed up the beach a ways, before ducking into the shadows and doubling back to where he'd spotted Elianne lurking. When he came up behind her, he lowered his hood, though he stayed leaning against the wall of the shack to stay hidden from the bustling shore.

"Hey, Elianne..." He wasn't sure what to say after that. He wanted to apologize for leaving her behind last time. He needed to tell her about the weird warning those people had given him. He settled for, "Are you okay?"
elianne: (Um... wha?)
Xion stayed close to Roxas, clinging to his hand. She was terrified he'd vanish. Also terrified that he would choose to stay here instead of coming back with her to where Axel was waiting for them. She just wanted to go back with Roxas so they could all have ice cream and watch the sunset. Not talk to some strange somebody that Roxas might decide he wanted to be with instead of her.

"Roxas!" Eli said quietly but with clear relief. There was a moment when she tried to hide it, tried to mask. But failed. She always was a trash liar. Especially with her expressions. But right on the heels of relief was something that actually did steal her smile. Fear. "Did.... did they kick you out?" she asked in a whisper. "I... I made a bet... I have to go to fulfill my end, but if they kill me... you get what Foulques owes me for the bet, okay?" she asked, having not noticed Xion at all yet.

Date: 2025-04-08 10:11 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] queen_butterfly
queen_butterfly: a pretty, pale girl with black hair, dark makeup, pointed ears, and large dark eyes (calm)
"I wasn't discussing what you prefer to call yourself. I'm saying that them being human was almost assuredly not what caused them to behave terribly. Perhaps it was that their parents lied to them when they were children, about anyone who wasn't also human, and they believed them? And because of that, they grew to hate others? That happens a lot where I'm from as well, unfortunately...."
rexien: (determined)
He frowned at that. "I didn't get kicked out. I'm here to get you. I'm sorry I left without you last time, there was so much going on and..."

He shook his head. "No one's gonna hurt you there, I promise, but even if someone tried, I'll protect you."

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