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sheep_game2023-06-07 10:16 am
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WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
feeding time :9
you have wings. perhaps you have some other sort of appendage, some kind of tail or ears or the like - but you feel like you've always had wings. after all, all the people around you do too? people short and tall, fat and thin, young and old - all with a pair of wings. they have curved fangs that show when they smile and laugh.
it's noon. the sun hangs high in the sky and basks warmth all over the island, warming small lagoons and ponds where winged children splash around and elders dip their feet into, chatting and arguing. the stalls that are set up in the middle of town are small, but they carry juicy fruits, washed vegetables, and multicolored seeds aplenty.
some cooks fry up grasshoppers with lotus roots. it's a crispy, crunchy, spicy-salty-sweet treat that makes you happy despite your initial reaction to it.
this island is alive. even with the clear scorch marks on stone and the salted earth in places, torn up monuments with corrupted magic staining the sand, this island is alive and its people thrive.
and nowhere is that more obvious than when five bells ring and the entire island seems to whip their heads around to stare towards the shore. )
Fiiiiiish!
( a tiny little child throws their hands into the air and dashes towards the shore. their bigger sister scoops them up into their arms as she runs forwards, and she's accompanied by more... and more... and more people.
the mad dash for the salted-spiced fish begins.
can you get a whole fish? (a young tawny-winged boy yells in triumph as he holds up a large snapper the size of his arm.)
can you get a skewer? (a trio of children share a large stick with various grilled fish chunks on it.)
can you get, like, maybe a handful of sardines? (a woman scowls at the five thumb-sized fish on a linen string she managed to grab, and her wife pats her arm telling her 'next time, next time'.)
may luck be ever in your favor as the horde descends upon the five fishing boats. hey, if you don't get anything here... there's always fruit. and vegetables. and seeds.
and grasshoppers. )