the_isle | Entries tagged with chicklet

The First Wave

The school was still swampy, but the rain had stopped a few days ago at least. The school grounds were a sopping mess.

And then, suddenly and without warning, a wave flickered all over the Island. Not water. Magic. A return of magic. Brief, but sharp. The barrier had been down for a precious minute. Two at most. Then it was back again. But something had happened.

In response, Professor Yen Sid who had been teaching out of an upper floor classroom while the basement was flooded, moved swiftly without running. He was heading away from the school and down the only cleared path and to the shore.

Reunited like this?

On the beach, the people of Auradon had rushed through the magical ramp that Mal had created into the small opening in the barrier. Once they had all their supplies on the beach the barrier closed. "Three hours," Mal said firmly. She looked towards the school. "Incoming," she warned them all as professor Yen Sid approached. Then she added to those who came with the royal pair. "If you're not back in three hours we're leaving without you. And it may be a while before we can get back."

That said, Mal went to talk to Yen Sid as Ben started helping everyone sort what they got onto the driest surfaces they could find on the beach.

"Looks like they got some weather here already..." the king mused.

Those that remain

Once the Auradon contingent was gone, those that remained once again had supplies to bring into the school and distribute. And Yen Sid seemed concerned about something that the royal pair had told him. Deeply concerned.

The view from the currently accessible strip of beach on the Isle was generally fairly monotonous; a somewhat distorted stretch of ocean and sky extending to the horizon. The occasional shape of a passing seabird and - at one point - a set of silvery shapes that could only have been a pod of dolphins were the only real things to break it up.

Not so today. Because today there was a Shape. It was difficult to make out clearly what the shape was at first, only that it was getting larger, or seemed to be as it got closer. It soon became clear that the shape was far larger than any sea bird or even a dolphin, and that was when the call went out. No one knew for sure who had been the first to yell a combination of warning an announcement, but soon enough, everyone on the Isle was aware of the situation, and most, if not all of them had come out to watch and wait to see what - if anything - would come of it.

Eventually, the shape got close enough to identify it as some sort of boat as it halted as near to the barrier as it likely could. Everything was quiet for a moment but before long, raised voices could be heard from the opposite side of the barrier. It was difficult to make out what they were saying due to a combination of the barrier, the noise of the waves, and simple distance, but there was clearly some sort of argument going on on deck. The question was what did it portend for those on the Isle?

For those of the Isle who would normally have magic... for a moment... less than a minute really... the magic was back. Not fully. It was more like a warm breeze on a cold day than it was like settling before the fire place. Just a brush of the smallest amount of magic. Most who have magic might not have even felt it, or sensed it. But for those who had, for just that moment... they had just a hint of their own power back.

And then it was gone. No warning for its arrival, no warning for when it left again. No time to prepare. No time to do anything big with it. No explanation. But for less than a minute, some characters might have felt like they could breathe properly again.

But after? Nothing. Not even a lingering scent of it on the wind....

Open/locked?: Open!
Who: Chell and an ent, to start with
What: New to the Isle! Come say hi?
Warnings: He may be a bit prickly, depending on who approaches. It has to do with grudges from very bad past experiences, not the thorns present there on the Isle....

So a knight and a tree walk into the Isle... stop me if you've heard this one....

So the Isle now had two very obviously living trees... though it wasn't necessarily immediately apparent that both were trees. They were at the edge of the graveyard, about as far out as they could get.

The first tree was much thicker than one might expect, of a tree only about six or seven feet high; the contours of its trunk looked almost like it might have actually been several smaller trees that were melded together somehow, with distinct shapes that ran vertically, wrapping around one another. The bark was smooth, all soft browns, with a few interruptions along it that looked a bit like someone had taken black beads or tiny marbles and pressed a couple of them into the tree here and there. Its foliage, dark and vibrantly green and bushy up at its top, looked entirely out of place there in the Isle. If anyone knew enough about tree species, they might actually be able to identify it as possibly related to figs. Those were trees that grew into one another, conjoining over the years, weren't they? They were popular as houseplants; people could braid their trunks and branches together, and they would reinforce such connections over time, incorporating them into their designs. So what was this one doing here? It wasn't even potted; the lack of much of a root system above the ground, and lack of disturbed ground under it made it look as though it were already well and truly established where it stood, having been there for perhaps a good many years, instead of only just having appeared.

The second tree was less obviously botanical in nature. A humanoid figure was standing near that first tree, inspecting the perimeter, trying to make sense of the area or perhaps find a way out. It looked to be a knight in full platemail -- dark, blackish armor with brown visible in the gaps between the pieces, a dark brownish-greenish cape that fell from the back of his pauldrons, and no helmet, but matching black wrapped around his head, leaving a hole for his face.

On closer inspection, there were tells that this was probably not actually the case: the suit was far too thin for a normal human form to be able to fit inside very comfortably, more likely some sort of exoskeleton than conventionally-worn armor. His face was a bit mask-looking at first, with solidly black eyes, but his ears weren't covered, sticking back with subtle points to them. The rest of his head may not have actually been covered either after all, with how the wood-grained brown of his face faded swiftly into that darker color to frame it, a short but wild little handful of twigs adorning the back of his head, almost crown-like from the front, a couple tiny bright-green buds peeking here and there like jewels. But it was definitely a veneered appearance, the subtleties of the grain flowing around his features as though it had grown into that face, rather than having been carved. A closer look showed a couple of tiny bumps here and there on his armor, one near his elbow even tipped with a tiny spot of green, another leaf bud. But he moved as a person did, head tilted back as he tried to peer over the wall there, and then took another step, still uncertain, frowning....

Behind him, the more obvious tree did not simply get left behind. Its roots quickly proved that they weren't actually buried deep, but were rather a whole lot shorter than expected, and had been holding onto the uneven ground. It let go, lifting itself up a little, and stepped after the armored figure....

They would be exploring around the outside of this new environment, trying to see what there was to see, trying to find a way out to somewhere else. Apparently, even attempting to enter the building nearby wasn't on their To Do list, but they might just manage to find their way down to that fishing spot out on the shore....

Approach them?

((If you'd rather catch them out at the shore/have him find yours there, that's cool too!))

Open/locked?: Open
Who: Morgana McCawber & You?
What: The self-called Queen of Rock has arrived, and she's got a few things to say... or sing.
Warnings: N/A, will update if needed.

( on with the show )

As the sudden influx of cacti began to fade, Yen Sid passed word among the residents of the Isle that he would soon have an announcement. And later that afternoon, when any who cared to listen had gathered in his classroom, he held up his hands to signal for their attention the- by now somewhat tattered- sleeves of his blue robe swishing dramatically to add to the gesture. Which was partly why he'd done it to begin with.

"Thank you for coming," he said. "As some of you may be aware, I've been attempting to devise a solution to our- if you'll excuse the pun- thorny problem. And after much research I'm pleased to announce that I believe I've found just such a solution in the form of a chemical solution." He held up a vial of pale blue liquid that had been sitting on his desk. "An enhanced defoliant, or to put it in less technical terms, an unusually powerful weed killer. All that remains is to test it, then, should it work, to produce sufficient quantity for our needs. Which is why I've called all of you here."

"I don't suppose I need to tell you all that time is of the essence. the cactus fruit has been fading with the cactus vines themselves, our food supplies are nearly exhausted; we must gain access to the docks - and thus a reliable source of fish- without delay." There may be some other canned goods and such that could be scavenged as well, but fish was the only certainty, and he didn't wish to raise false hopes. "Unfortunately, it would take some time to produce sufficient solution if I were working alone. Having several additional pairs of hands and willing minds, however, would accelerate the process considerably. So if any of you are willing, I urge you to lend your assistance to this endeavor. I need a brave soul to test the chemical, and should it work, I need all willing hands to help us brew more it. We will need people to watch and time it as it can be made only in small batches at a time."

(OOC note: this will be a single thread for all who are interested in the experiment. So long as you do not tag yourself, feel free to tag in as much as you wish.)

It hadn't been even a month since the mushrooms and their memory inducing spores vanished from the Isle. The nightmares took longer to fade for many. Emotional scars just barely beginning to heal or be buried deep again when the cacti bloomed. They grew with a scrapping dragging sound, draping over the outer walls of the school like a dangerous shroud. The green fronds lined with spikes, the fruit a possible temptation, but they were fixed so tight to the plump spiked vines that there was no easy way to pick them without a good grip on the spiny part and a lot of effort. And who knows if they are even edible.

There are also random vines along walls on the school. All draping down. Drooping. Like somehow even the dangerous plants are just worn down by this dismal place. Unlike with the mushrooms, if someone is careful, these can be avoided. Probably.

But the temptation. Oh the temptation.

For those who fall into the trap, or just brush against the plant, any spine piercing the skin has the potential to trigger a memory. Like last month the memory is shared like a 3D hologram that anyone can see, showing the whole scene, including the person whose memory it is and the area behind them.

Unlike last time, however... the feature of these memories aren't mothers. This time it is fathers. The harshest, most painful memories generally. This is the Isle, after all. Though perspective is everything.

For those who do get spiked by the plants, and/or tries to eat any part of the plant... They may find themselves with violently bad nightmares about or featuring their father throughout the two weeks of the event and for up to two weeks after....

Open/locked?: See headers
Who: River Song and whomsoever she encounters
What: Arrival and making herself at home.
Warnings: Spoilers. (Also angst, violence mentions, death mentions, possible flirting.)
( Always a loophole with that man... )

#master tags post

Profile

The Isle

May 2025

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
				1	2	3
4	5	6	7	8	9	10
11	12	13	14	15	16	17
18	19	20	21	22	23	24
25	26	27	28	29	30	31

Syndicate

Page Summary

Style Credit

Base style: Abstractia by chiming
Theme: Abyss by chiming

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags

Page generated May. 17th, 2025 06:58 am

The Isle

Entries tagged with chicklet | river song

We Reunited Like This

Where Two Worlds Come To Meet

This Is All Hands On Deck

Some Call it.... magic...? - A mini event

Chell intro ★ OTA

The Show Must Go On - Arrival

Killer app

The Past, That's over.

Hello, Sweetie - Part OTA

(no subject)