Don't Be Afraid To Be Who You Are - Isle Side

[missrecalled_mods]

The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down

Just over a week after the Isle visit people would find themselves drawn outside. The weather was finally getting warmer, but that wasn't all of it. A strange foul smelling - and fairly toxic - mold had begun growing in some of the classrooms. Thankfully not the ones where people were sleeping but it was still enough to make it unpleasant to remain indoors. Some might blame the growth of the mold on a certain obsessive compulsive cleaner, though others might say that he just discovered it and accidentally gave it access to oxygen and such.

Whichever the reason, sleeping outside for a few days was sounding like a better and better plan with every passing minute. Even the drizzling weather couldn't make the indoors terribly appealing for anyone with a sense of smell.

And it was over night on one such night that the rain was... different. Warmer and a bit tingly. And some people would awaken quite a bit older than when they fell asleep, perhaps. Their memories might have caught up with their age, or might come to them slowly. However it happens, there might be some very confusing moments as those who seemed to be young just a moment before are now... less so.

Gift In Time Gift In Time Nary A Reason Nary A Rhyme Gift In Time!

Weirdly, there was something good to come not long after the rain. In addition to aging some folks up, it also seemed to wash away the worst of the mold, allowing people to return indoors once more. And each of them would find, soon after, in some place that they considered theirs... a small gift. It was rare that positive things happened on the Isle, but perhaps this was a sign of things to come.

Or perhaps even a broken clock is right once in a blue moon...

Comments

[ubuntu_programmer]

"This is more like a game than work. Or at least it is when people's lives and jobs aren't on the line. But yes, please. Whatever you can tell me would help."

[mist_the_point]

"If this-", he said dryly, gesturing vaguely to indicate their general surroundings, "-is your idea of a game, I question your tastes in entertainment. But at the moment that's neither here nor there."

His expression hardened as he began to outline what Sun had been subjected to in his old home. "The human staff of the daycare where Sun worked went out of their way to belittle and abuse Sun. The shiftless louts forced him to do most all their work for them, so that they could fritter away their days playing games and collecting wages they did nothing to earn. They manhandled him, threatened him with being 'scrapped' if he disobeyed or didn't perform his- and their- duties to their satisfaction, and on more than one occasion struck him with... I'm not certain what the weapon is called in your world, if it even exists. It was a short staff or baton that unleashes a harsh jolt of lightning energy when it strikes its target; certain Garlean soldiers in my world carry similar devices."

"He's been struck with it multiple times, as both Moon and Sun. Moon's mere presence seems to be reason enough for the staff to lash out at him with it; there may be more of an excuse- albeit a poor one- with Moon in his current state, but in the vision in which I saw him struck, Moon was threatening no one. It was used on Sun, meanwhile, as 'punishment' for unsatisfactory work and gods know what else; gentle as he is, with him, it could only have been meant as a weapon of terror."

"There's more yet, but I'll give you a moment," he said. And give himself a moment as well, so that he could hopefully relay the rest of the information without snarling.