Where Two Worlds Come To Meet

[missrecalled_mods]

For those on the Boat

"Alright," Mal said, nodding. She and Ben had listened to what everyone had to say, and had pulled aside for a quick discussion. "This is the plan. Listen up, though it is subject to change based on what Professor Yen Sid has to say. But as it stands here is what we're going to do. Once we open an entry point in the barrier I will craft us a single use bridge. Everyone who is carrying stuff to the Isle will please carry it across carefully and quickly. Anyone who wants to stay on the boat, can. But once everyone is across the King and I will bring up the rear and close the barrier behind us."

She took a breath and continued. "Anything you need to summon to be prepared, do so before I open the barrier. You won't be able to on the Isle. Magic will not work there. Most tech will not work there. We're planning to stay about an hour. In that time if anyone sees anyone they know, please come and let the King, myself, and Professor Yen Sid know. Your words will carry weight as to if they stay or come back with us, but the final decision is ours. I want everyone to stay close to the shore either way. If we have to leave in a hurry we may not have a chance to wait for stragglers, and the phones won't work here."

"What about..."

Mal blinked then nodded. "We can talk to Professor Yen Sid about that," she agreed. "But I don't know if it is feasible for this trip. We also have to see if we have anyone who is as good with computers and tech as Carlos is...."

Ben nodded. "Alright."

Mal looked at everyone again. "We know that there are at least three confirmed villains on the Isle, or there were. Doctor Facilier, Lady Tremaine, and Mother Gothel. They've been without their powers for over twenty years and it hasn't sweetened their temperaments any. Don't underestimate them just because there is no magic. Be careful. And stay close. If you think someone you know is on the Isle but you don't see them, speak to Professor Yen Sid." Another breath. "Alright, that's about it. Sylvando's going to be staying with the boat, so if anyone doesn't feel comfortable going onto the Isle, you won't be alone if you stay back. Here we go..."

She turned to face the barrier and opened her spell book to the page she had been scribbling on during the boat ride. A deep breath and she cast two spells in rapid succession.

"Reprogram for now
and one time post
This remote to allow
For today and today only
this spot to be its target's host."

Her eyes glowed green as she spoke and a green trail followed her finger as she gestured at the remote. It flared green for a moment then the glow faded. "Done, for today the remote will open the barrier here, not at the bridge. And now..."

Ben nodded. As he clicked the remote, she began casting the second spell, eyes green once more. green finger trail in the air again as she gestured towards the barrier as a small entrance opened.

"Bridge of fate
Bridge of trust
Form quick
Be first rate
Formed of stone that does not rust
grow from this ship to the shore
to remain until the barrier closes once again
A bridge to aid all who are helping King Ben!"


The Queen intoned, her green eyes bright and glowing as a white brick bridge grew while she spoke. And when Mal had finished her spell, the bridge was fully formed connecting the boat and the beach. Well, perhaps 'bridge' was too strong a word; though it seemed to be made of the same sort of material as the magical bridge that sometimes connected the Isle to the mainland, it wasn't nearly as wide. Even if they'd had one, no one could drive a car over this. However, it was still wide enough for three people to comfortably walk abreast and the weight of it once the opposite end reached solid ground served to help steady the boat, making it quite serviceable as an extra-long gangplank.

The white seemed to almost shine against the dark of sea and the darker of the storm covered Isle.

Even from the beach the poor quality of life on the Isle could be seen. A rusting partial building that was some sort of bait shop was the only real structure that wasn't obscured by the thorns, but the damage to it seems to be older than the thorns might imply.

There were remains of what were probably a few small bonfires and broken bits of tools and scraps of trash laying around.

"Be careful on the bridge," Mal said as she led the people who were starting across, spell book at the ready. "On this side there are crocs, gators, and sharks." Then raising her voice to be heard by those on the beach. "IF ANYONE TRIES TO RUSH THIS OPENING TO ESCAPE YOU WILL REGRET IT!" Her eyes flashed green with the threat.

But perhaps it was the tall man with the beard, standing on the beach holding a beeping box with a light on it, perhaps it was his small but firm nod that made clear that she could back up that threat.

Isle Side

Eventually the raised voices on the other side of the barrier died down, and all was quiet. Those standing on the beach waited with varying levels of tension, wariness, and excitement to see what would happen next. It probably wasn't too long of a time, though it likely seemed much longer to many of them. The distorted shapes of people could be seen moving about on the boat's deck, though whether on purpose or simply due to the rough sea it was difficult to tell.

Then, just as some were likely beginning to question whether anything was going to happen... something did. The box that professor Yen Sid held began beeping loudly, the light on it glowing brightly as the barrier parted. Soon there was an opening large enough to drive a car through forming, allowing both those on the Isle and on the boat to see each other clearly for the first time. Then a familiar voice - to both those from Auradon and to some on the Isle - rang out.

"Bridge of fate
Bridge of trust
Form quick
Be first rate
Formed of stone that does not rust
grow from this ship to the shore
to remain until the barrier closes once again
A bridge to aid all who are helping King Ben!"

The Queen intoned, her green eyes bright and glowing as a white brick bridge grew while she spoke. And when Mal had finished her spell, the bridge was fully formed connecting the boat and the beach. Well, perhaps 'bridge' was too strong a word; though it seemed to be made of the same sort of material as the magical bridge that sometimes connected the Isle to the mainland, it wasn't nearly as wide. Even if they'd had one, no one could drive a car over this. However, it was still wide enough for three people to comfortably walk abreast and the weight of it once the opposite end reached solid ground served to help steady the boat, making it quite serviceable as an extra-long gangplank.

The people preparing to leave the boat were well dressed well fed, but tired looking people. They probably looked a little worse for the storms out at sea tossing their hair and soaking their clothes. But even with that... their clothes were clothes. Not scraps. Not stitched together leathers. Okay, so the Queen was in stitched together leathers, but clearly that was aesthetic choice rather than desperation. They were carrying cloth bags, boxes, and in two cases, flower pots in leather slings.


Everything about what little of the boat could seen from the Isle spoke to quality, to luxury. It was clearly well made, well kept, and expensive. It was also very... pastel.

"Be careful on the bridge," Mal said to the people behind her, as she led them across, spell book at the ready. "On this side there are crocs, gators, and sharks." Then raising her voice to be heard by those on the beach. "IF ANYONE TRIES TO RUSH THIS OPENING TO ESCAPE YOU WILL REGRET IT!" Her eyes flashed green with the threat.

But perhaps it was Professor Yen Sid, perhaps it was his small but firm nod that made clear that she could back up that threat.

Where Two Worlds Come To Meet - Both Missrecalled and Misery-called

With boat and beach thus connected, those on the boat began to disembark, most of them carrying some bit of cargo. Stitched leather bags, sturdy cardboard boxes - both of which seemed full of supplies, and two people carried flower pots in leather stitched slings.

Sylvando - the man in the jester costume - who stayed on the boat guarded the top of the gangplank until the last of the people and supplies were moved across. Once the last of everything was on the shore, the king slid his hand into his pocket and the barrier closed, the bridge vanishing as it did.

For those with magic, it felt weaker here, and as the barrier closed rapidly, the sensation increased until it closed and all the magic was gone. The beeping box stopped making sound, its light fading.

For those with fire associated magic the lack would hit extra hard, though with everyone reeling, that might not be obvious.

Mal tucked her spellbook down the front of her jacket. Her eyes scanned everything and everyone, and she didn't seem to miss anything. She looked almost natural here despite being clean and clearly not starving. The king beside her tried to give everyone a warm smile, which almost immediately made him seem out of place.

"Alright," Mal said. "Here is what is going to happen. We are here to drop off supplies. Some of you may be coming back to Auradon with us. We will be talking to the professors, and to some of you. If you agree to come to Auradon, and if you are accepted, you have to be willing and able to follow the rules of Auradon. We want to help those of you who were never meant to be here, but we can't put the people we promised to protect in Auradon in danger either. Don't like that? I'm the one to step to," she said, pushing some wet hair back off her shoulder. "For those that are staying... this isn't the only time we will be coming and not now doesn't mean never. Until then however..."

"We found supplies," Ben said. "And what we have that we can share, we are sharing. We brought food, potato plants, bottled water and juices, and some other supplies. Everything we brought can be eaten as is or cooked over a simple fire."

Mal nodded. "And for those of you who are dark hearts, who are true evil as... Well let's just say that the deal offered to the adults before this all started stands, and extends to all of you who it applies to. Even if you have been evil in your past, even if you are evil now, but are willing to change to live in Auradon, we will consider you. You will have to earn your place in Auradon. Earn your chance to come over. It won't be easy, but one thing I've learned? Good isn't. Easy. But if you can prove yourself good, even here, we will consider that and you may be welcomed in the future under probation."

Ben took over, then. "However, just because you are here does not mean you are evil," he said. He put a hand on Mal's damp but now hair free shoulder. "If you think you should be in Auradon, not here, come and talk to us. Tell us your story."

"We're planning to stick around about an hour," Mal added, her hand over Ben's her fingerless gloves a dark purple leather with a livid green dragon on the back of each. "That should give enough time to talk to everyone. And for you to ask any questions about the supplies that you may have. And one more thing, yes I see you lurking there in the shadows, Shadow man. And you as well," she said, her eyes flicking to the other side of the rusted bait shop from where the Headmaster was watching them all. "Alright. One hour, people. Let's get this going."

"And... we are truly sorry, for those of you not of this world who are trapped here. We promise, we are trying to work on how to get everyone home."

"Yes, yes, happily ever after's all around. That one hour? Starts now," Mal said. Then she rolled her shoulders back and turned to talk to Professor Yen Sid.

(OOC: Please see this post ASAP to let the mods know your plans so we can write the finale! Thank you all so much!))

Comments

[misery_called_npcs]

"Set it down then.... And we'll sort just how much you're actually messing with me later," he said, using his cn to pus the edge of his hat up.

[missrecalled_npcs]

"And if we let you into Auradon and the temptation and power are there, but you know that one crime, one bad act could send you right back here?" Mal asked, purple brow arched.

me typing this and crying like aw geeze

[seacub]

"Yeah."

Part of him wants to ask 'do you want that because it benefits you, or because you care?'

He's smart enough not to ask it, but more because he's not sure what would be worse. A lie, or the truth.

The boy hesitates.

"....can..."

He swallows. "....When it's time to leave, we'll be in front of everyone, and...you probably don't want to look 'soft' in front of the other teachers," he snorts, opinions of most of those teachers clear. "But..."

It's silly, he knows, but he only hugged one of his old 'family' goodbye before it was all over.

And then he never saw them again.

"...can I give you a hug?"

Re: me typing this and crying like aw geeze

[misery_called_npcs]

He covered his look of surprise by swiftly fanning his cards before his face. He seemed to study them a moment before he nodded. "If you think that will help, my boy, I'll follow your lead this once."

And not at all because he actually cared. Nope. Not him. Wicked to the long lanky bones.

[lovebites_sodoi]

Morgana shrugged it off. "Unless good looks are a crime, I don't think we'll have anything to worry about."

[elvendryad]

"Some peoples are more accepting than others. ...I've lived by myself among the ents for a reason." His smile wasn't entirely happy. "...But there are always good people, too. No one here has yet proven themselves to me to be a monster, unlike most of those who had come to hunt in my forest. And perhaps that pattern will hold elsewhere as well."

He probably wasn't using that word with the modern pop-culture definition in mind....

[lovebites_sodoi]

Considering he was talking to someone who was a literal monster? Oof. Morgana swallowed, but tried not to let anything show, finally eating again.

"I think we could do without the faculty, but, mmm, I agree - no one here really stands out as villain material."

[elvendryad]

Was that actually some little laugh, under his breath?

He hesitated, eyeing that countertop... figured it was probably safe enough, and carefully set down, waiting a second to make certain it wouldn't simply tip off. Satisfied, he gave the human a nod and stepped away, looking for the next person he could try offering some to.

[elvendryad]

"The... 'faculty'?" Ah, another new word. He glanced around at the other people assembled there at the shore briefly, but didn't ask for clarification. "There feels to be both much hope and apprehension, primarily...."

A slight pause, and he eyed her again, tilting his head slightly. Softer, "Is everything well with you, sister?"

[lovebites_sodoi]

"Don't worry about me." Morgana was quick to dismiss any concern. "Hard to stay positive in a place like this anyway. I'm just naturally moody."

Not really true, but she just didn't feel comfortable with any pity she felt she hadn't earned.

[missrecalled_npcs]

"Do you really think insulting us is the wisest way to get us to come with you?" Mal asked, purple brows arching.

[misery_called_npcs]

He watched him go, suspicious. And also watched someone else eating before he indulged, himself.

[elvendryad]

Hmm. He could've sworn he felt something off, but... perhaps not? He wouldn't doubt if his ability's lack, and then sudden return, were simply messing with him there... but if it wasn't....

"If there is anything I might do for you... I hope that you would let me know."

[elvendryad]

He'd been handing them out to whoever he could, so it didn't take long to find someone already at them. Sweet and juicy, mild, and at the peak of freshness... it was about the opposite of the Isle's usual fare. Maybe Facilier wouldn't need further convincing, to try to finish the large bowl of those huge berries before the barrier closed and made everything left disappear?

Though, if he wasn't careful, the black juice might try to stain wherever it touched, while it lasted.... Very dangerous, that. Yep....

[lovebites_sodoi]

Again, she waved it off. She was cool as a cucumber, and wouldn't let anyone think otherwise. She had an image to maintain, after all. "Yeah, yeah. Unless you've got a one-way ticket back to my actual home, not much anyone can do. We'll just see how the cards play out."

[misery_called_npcs]

Once he saw others snacking with no ill effects he went to sample one. Just to have it vanish as soon as he was about to bite in. He scowled as his teeth clicked together in empty air.

A funny little joke, and not one he'd soon forget.

[elvendryad]

At least it was easy enough to figure out what her turns of phrase probably meant. He nodded a little after a second, deciding to leave it be. If she didn't want to say, he wasn't going to press. Maybe he'd figure it out later. Or not; time would tell.

"Until then... I am happy to at least do this much for you and yours, when able. Enjoy, sister."

He gave her a little nod and a soft smile, a brief glance to her three little familiars, and, lifting his hands again in readying to make more fruit appear, turned to see who the next closest person was, to try giving some to them as well.

[seacub]

Absolutely not. Not a single bit of care, not at all.

Emporio is taking that hug, and no doubt with how definitely absolutely wicked to the bone he is, it won't make the other feel a thing.

(Emporio at least, feels a good amount better when he pulls away, nods, and sets off to the interviews he's likely being called for.)

(It probably won't be a surprise when he ends up on that boat.)

[misery_called_npcs]

He would give the hug when the time came, telling himself it was making him look good, and not at all letting himself think of his children. Nope. Not at all.

"You go out there and do good, son. But make sure not to forget to bring me along as soon as the proper hand is dealt for it."

[seacub]

hug your kids, doc,

And with a sniff, and a final set nod, he'll promise just that. "I'll make sure," he swears.

And that, is that.

Thank you for the thread.

[misery_called_npcs]

That indeed it was.

[Rory]

[waitsforher]

Rory watched his daughter interact with this stranger he had never met before. The knot in the pit of his stomach was not easing as he watched. He quickly looked away, watching River in his peripheral vision.

He looked up, smiling at her. "Your name is Melody Pond-Williams, my beautiful, brilliant daughter. I haven't seen you in a very long time."

Re: [Rory]

[professorsong]

She chuckled and swept him up in a tight hug. "Hello, dad," she said softly. "Of course people here just know me as River."

[mist_the_point]

He had been expecting questions, but not quite those ones in particular. "Ah... I forget sometimes that what's common knowledge in my own world may well not be so here. At the risk of stating the obvious, I am a Duskwight; a member of the less numerous of the two Elezen races. Wildwood Elezen are more numerous and viewed in a far better light than we Duskwights. Elezen are but one of a number of races who call Hydalyn- the world of my birth- their home. I can provide you with a general description of all of them if you wish, but I don't expect that most would be especially relevant at present, outside of Elezen and Hyurs."

"The two of you appear to be Hyurs to my eyes. Midlander Hyurs, to be precise; Highlanders tend to be taller and more muscular, and their features somewhat broader, especially the men. Elezen as a whole are distinguished from Hyurs by our greater height- Elezen men several ilms taller than myself are not uncommon, and Elezen women are of similar scale to Hyur women-, our pointed ears, and generally more angular features. Wildwood Elezen have skin tones and hair colors comparable to those of Hyurs, though the skin and hair colors of Duskwights range far more broadly. In general, however, we are not as... vibrant as our Wildwood cousins, our skin being in the range of blues and grays. Even those whose skin and hair are of comparable shades to those natively found in Hyurs are often pale or ashen." He scowled. "This coloration has given rise to a derogatory term that compares our appearance to that of the undead, one of many such terms meant to disparage our appearance and supposed habits that many seem to be fond of."

"As for the fiends I mentioned, I speak of beasts and monsters; I thought that calling them 'ravenous' would make that clear enough, unless the more fiendish among your world's Spoken races are wont to hunger after the flesh of their fellows. And my dealings with beast men have been largely peaceful; indeed, Goblin and Qiqurn merchants have often treated me and mine far better than races who claim to be more 'civilized'. I have fought a number of Ixal, but their conflict with Gridania is long standing, and if the choice is to slay a few birdmen or allow myself to be slain or dragged before their mad goddess as a sacrifice, then I'll do what I must to preserve my own life and sanity."

[mist_the_point]

"Ah... your destructive hero friend, if I'm not mistaken?", he said. "Somehow, I doubt that he is involved. Though if I'm later proven wrong, I'll readily admit to it." He didn't expect he would be though.